When Elves Attack -
Part I
From
the correspondance of Lilly Johnston
My Dearest Mother and Father,
Well I must say my first adventure away from home
has been a little
more harrying than I could have imagined it to be. When I first signed
on with Thia and Baltune I figured we would track an Elf Bard and
recover what ever it was that he had taken, but I was quite mistaken
about the nature of the mission. As it turns out Thia and Baltune are
not the type of leaders I was expecting, nor was our query what he
seemed. It appears as though the two half elves are the remainder of a
party that was slighted by this Elven Bard, who, is now in the pursuit
of continued mischief. We really do not have an established leader in
our group, instead we rely on votes and volume to determine most of our
courses of action, which leads to much time lost, and I have decided
now that we have made it safely home that I will do my best to fill the
role of leader.
Once on our journey, we had the pleasure of
encountering a rather ornery old dwarf, named Dwaim, who had been
previously contacted by our employers to make a key (which it turns out
is quite the piece of hardware). We then continued on our way, only to
discover that Serve (a self proclaimed cartographer) has no idea how to
judge travel time and distances on a map (unfortunately, it took us two
more estimates from the half Ork for this fact to become crystal clear
to the group) and we almost ran out of rations before even reaching the
Oath Breakers tomb. On our way through the cold of the mountains, we
rescued a rather sweet guardsman named Colton, from town who was half
frozen and yet another victim of the elusive Elf Bard. When finally we
convinced Baltune that we had gleaned as much information as was
possible form Norax's tomb and concluded that the Bard had absconded
with his prize, we set out on what would prove to be an exercise in
endurance and determination.
I have been able to practice my healing more times
than I would have liked to on this journey and I have become quite
skilled at fighting, hunting and surviving; Thia and I have made an
excellent team. Of course, the journey probably would have been more
quite and peaceful if not for Roderic's constant complaining about the
out doors in general and lack of reimbursement for his services but he
has proven him self to be useful and quick thinking in some tight
spaces...I just think he needs more time on the adventuring trail.
Edward, our quiet and stoic crossbowman has been good enough not to
shoot Roderic when he is at the peak of his complaints but instead
chooses to concentrate on the intricacies of crossbow craftsmanship.
Now that I have returned home and enjoyed a hearty
meal, it would seem that the adventure has slowed to a crawl but I am
happy for the rest and reliable meals. Of course, I had no sooner eaten
lunch on my second day home when two woods men came charging into town
demanding the Mayor and the help of adventurers. As you both must know,
the Elven wood has become sick in the area of the loggers camp and the
Elves believe the sickness is due to human “negligence.” Well, when I
left you last night to reunite with my friends in the logging camp I
discovered that the tension between the two groups was tenuous and very
fragile, but I managed to quell what would have been a disastrous
up-rising of the loggers towards the Elves and right now an uneasy
peace exists. The Elves have also agreed to help us locate the Bard in
their forest, as many of my party members believe it is his handy work
at play ( with the assistance of the crystal egg he stole from the Oath
Breakers tomb).
I will keep you updated with the progress of our
mission and the solution to the mysterious sickness of the trees. Until
I next see you be well my parents.
Love your roaming Daughter,
Lilly Cleric of Bridgit