More tales for Garrett
Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2004 12:28 pm
*Dallid meets with the scholar once more, book in hand*
Greetings, Garrett. As always, I am more than happy to offer that which I know to you and your scrolls. I would like to read excerpts from my journal to you - tales of recent events as I experienced them.
*Dallid opens his book and begins reading aloud*
"A strange affliction has struck the town. A number of residents, including myself, have contracted a parasite. From exactly where, I know not, but currently the only side affect has been increased hunger, though this alone could pose a threat if it causes a severe depletion of the food supply. However I am currently denying treatment, as I do not wish to kill the parasite. However, a time may come when the hosts’ lives are endangered by these creatures. I will have to meditate on this matter."
"Travelers continue to arrive in Haven, and recently several have been attacked by strange wolf-like creatures. A man named Sabastian suffered such an attack, but we were able to save him. He claimed to have information on the Prophesy, and wished to speak with Elder Quexell about it. However, his journal, containing much needed information on the Prophesy, was dropped during the attack. A number of townsfolk set out to retrieve it."
"Not long after, the few of us remaining in the Inn heard screams from outside the village. Atrim and I set out immediately to investigate, but hesitated when we reached the main road. The screams seemed to come from both the Guild Halls and the trail. We had to chose a direction, and choose quickly, so we set off down the trail."
"We found the adventure party that had set out to find Sabastian’s journal fighting hard against skeletons, zombies, and Florins Golems. Several had all ready been downed, so I found myself busy at once. The golems demonstrated extraordinary strength, as always, and gradually overwhelmed us. Florin, himself, was also present, so we concluded we where near an entrance to his lair. We tried to fall back, but there was always at least one more fallen to retrieve, and we would leave no one behind. Once my position, too, was overrun as I tended the injured, and I was beaten to near death. Fortunately someone gave me a healing potion, and I was able to get up and join the retreat. After a long, hard fight, we were able to account for all the injured and fled the area."
"Unfortunately while we were gone, additional golems had attacked the village. The golems claimed Endera’s life that night. More golems had attacked the Guild Halls – the source of the shouting and combat Atrim and I heard on the road. They had held out, but were angry they received no aid from the rest of us. They nearly came to blows with the Phoenix Guild over this issue."
"Given that Florin had committed golems in a two pronged attack and lost additional golems on the trail, we assumed his forces may now be severely depleted. If an entrance to his lair did exist on the trail, now was the time to attack him. We’d wait until daylight, then strike."
"The golems were not our only attackers. Several villagers perished during the night – victims of arrow fire. Unknown lone snipers plagued us for hours."
"And yet there was another, potentially dire, problem to contend with. A cloaked man had hired a pair of villagers to chop away at a particular tree in the woods. Rumor indicated the man wished to die, and planed to achieve this by chopping down the tree. Blood flowed from the trees wounds, and the two villagers found themselves covered in it by the conclusion of their work. The cloaked men paid them in sacks of grain, and they returned to Haven – bathing in the river to remove the blood from their skin and clothes."
"Later Giddion, who had investigated the tree and dipped his fingers into the blood, became violently ill. The blood was diseased. I was able to cure him of the taint, but the process was a long and difficult one. Of course, this also meant the river was now contaminated, and endangered not only us, but all the creatures of the land. Donavan deployed his men at once to quarantine the river."
"Fortunately an elderly man told us his son knew of a potion that could restore the tree. Atrim and Roland set out immediately to find him, in the hopes that curing the tree would also remove the disease from the blood. Indeed, they succeeded in saving the tree, and no word has reached my ears of further blood-induced sickness."
"The next morning we were planning our attack on Florin when a villager ran to us carrying an injured comrade. An arrow had shot from the woods to take her in the leg, and she immediately lost consciousness. I examined her to find a week poison in her blood. I cured it, then proceeded to heal her. The source of the poison proved to be the wood of the arrow, itself – Witchwood. Several of us traveled to where the villager was shot to investigate the area while others examined the arrow."
"Searching the area, I found where the arrow had been fired from. There, tracks made by bare Elven feet traveled from one tree to another. The trees themselves were very solid, though the Elf appeared to have passed straight out of one and into the other."
"When I told others of this, they assumed Dark Elves were the culprits. However, I think Wood Elves are at least as likely suspects, as were Green Fey. Perhaps they are upset about the bleeding tree."
"While in the village, I sought to ask Elder Quexell about Sabastian. He told me he would answer my questions if I first gathered a particular type of mushroom for him. I joined a group of several Phoenix members who had similar questions for the Elder. We set off into the swamp."
"Trolls attacked us not far in. As fire was not available to us, they would always rise minutes after the Phoenix Guild would down them. Two warriors split from the group and made for the mushroom grove while the rest of us held off the Trolls. After several minutes, the two gathers came running back, a sack full of mushrooms in hand and a Troll on their heals. We fled the swamp, and the Trolls gave up pursuit."
"In exchange for the mushrooms, Elder Quexell told us of Sabastion. His motivation for thwarting the prophesy was simply that he believed no being should have the power to reshape the world as it saw fit. He had no idea if this summoned being would be good or evil. This Order of 12 Sabastion belongs to at least doesn’t appear hostile to us."
"As the Elder was talking, we began hearing shouts over the rise. We investigated to find a mob gathered, attacking a man at its core. We quickly pushed our way through the angry villagers to save the man. We knew not if he was guilty of whatever crime the villagers thought he performed, but we were trying to establish fair laws in Haven, and could not allow mob justice to rule."
"The man the villagers had surrounded, we discovered, was Florin himself."
"Questions immediately filled our minds, but we could not ask them here. The villagers were livid and we were forced to struggle back to the Inn. With much difficulty we finally managed to secure him inside. There, Corbin began his information extraction while I ventured back outside in an attempt to quell the mob."
"When I returned, I was informed of the strange situation. THIS Florin was a good man. A healer, of all things. His memories were incomplete and disjointed, but Corbin extracted enough information to determine two Florins existed – one good and one evil. He believed the Florins could see through each others eyes."
"As we gathered together to attack the evil Florin, we chose to take the good Florin with us. We did not want him out of our sight, but as we also could not let him see what we were up to, we blindfolded him. However, just as we were setting off from Haven, more flesh golems attacked."
"These creatures seemed incomplete – a telling sign that Florin’s forces were badly depleted. However they were still numerous, and during the fighting they managed to capture the good Florin."
"We tracked after them, hoping they would indeed lead us to the evil Florin’s lair. On our way, we saw the smoke of many Goblin fires blotting out the sky. They would attack Haven soon, so we had to deal with Florin quickly and return. We fought through several rear-guard elements, eventually arriving at a cave where the evil Florin stood, magical fires dancing in his hands."
"The battle was joined. Our warriors plowed though Florin’s initial defenses quickly enough, but fighting in the caves was very confined, preventing the powerful flesh golems from being flanked. Many fell while trying to break through the golem defenses, though coordinated actions enabled the healers to save all. Finally our warriors made a concentrated and determined assault, finally defeating the flesh golems, but at the cost of many wounded. Again, our healers managed to prevent any deaths. They rescued the good Florin, and discovered the body of the evil Florin. Also, many supplies were recovered for the use of Haven. We returned to town, the enemy apparently defeated. However, some questions remain unanswered:"
"How did Florin’s resurrection generate two versions of him? What exactly was the evil Florin trying to accomplish? If no one actually saw the evil Florin fall, how can we be certain it is the good Florin who now walks among us? I do not mean to cause alarm, but caution would seem advised."
"We reached Haven at dusk and immediately set about preparing defenses against the Goblin hoard. An elaborate trap was planned. The Broken Tusk Clan feigned joining Gnosh’s army to be in position to cause great damage when they turned against him. They would also signal us with their drums as to the direction of the army’s approach, and whether or not Gnosh was with them."
"Meanwhile, the town prepared a massive spike-equipped pit trap. A single safe route was established through it, and the Orcs of the Broken Tusk were informed of its location."
"In the Inn, Eli prepared a powerful fire spell to inflict harm on the entire Goblin army."
"Our forces readied themselves. Areas were established to set up triages for the wounded – both primary and fall-back locations."
"I warned the villagers of the coming battle, and they took what they could to hide in a nearby set of abandoned Dwarven mines."
"Not until long after complete darkness consumed the land were we all ready. Then we stood and waited."
"Eventually the sound of drums filled the silence of the night. It was the Broken Tusks, and their beat indicated the army was approaching from the main road. Gnosh was with them. We arranged our defenses accordingly."
"The army approached. The stomping of feet and the rhythmic clanking of sword against shield drowned out all other sound. From the darkness emerged a line of armored Gavin, then a line of Goblins behind them, then another line, and another. They kept coming."
"The first rank hit the first line of traps. Some fell, but the army was not slowed. More fell as they hit the second trap line, but the army marched on, stepping on the corpses of their comrades – forming bridges of sacrificial flesh and bone. Our warriors surged forth and the battle was joined. Troops on both sides fell like branches during a storm. A constant stream of wounded flowed into our primary triage. Our numbers dwindled while more and more Goblins and Gavin marched across the corpse-filled traps. Our positions were overrun and the healers were forced to fall back to the secondary triage."
"But by then our lines were broken and Gnosh’s forces pressed onward. In little time, even the secondary triage could no longer be protected and we retreated into the Inn. Our situation was beyond desperate, but Eli’s spell was finally ready."
"Unleashed, it sent a devastating ring of fire expanding outward from the Inn. Everyone outside was struck, but Gnosh was ready. He had magically protected his forces, and none were harmed by Eli’s effort. They surrounded the Inn and flooded into it."
"Our healers set their last triage in the back rooms as our warriors fought against the charging Gavin and Goblins. Many fell on both sides, and our healers were soon overwhelmed by a flood of wounded. We were pressed to our limit, using everything at our disposal to keep the fallen alive. But our warriors were worse off. Every one of us that fell meant one less to fight off the foe. It wasn’t long before there were more undergoing treatment then there were defending the Inn. Turning to my deepest strengths and expending my own essence, I unleashed a surge of life energy to return four of our fallen immediately back to battle. The effort was exhausting, but I continued applying slower, more traditional methods to other wounded."
"Soon all invaders within the Inn were defeated, but legions more waited outside. We barred the doors against them. They demanded our surrender, but of course we did not comply. Some of the Broken Tusk were among us, and they explained Gnosh’s forces were too strong for the Orcs to turn against them. Instead they had been engaging our defenders in feigned fighting. More than a few lives were spared as Gnosh’s troops left our warriors to the Orcs."
"The Goblins outside threatened to burn us out, and wandered away to cut down trees – whether to barricade the doors or to use as battering rams, I do not know. While they were briefly away, many of us fled out the back door into the woods. Several Goblins saw us leaving and the hoard swarmed back to the Inn. Several warriors acted as our rearguard, giving the rest of us time to escape by sacrificing their lives. Both Curufin and Brent died for us."
"Gnosh’s hoard spread out to sack Haven and search for survivors. Fortunately they once more depended on the Broken Tusk to carry out some of these tasks, again saving many lives and preventing much destruction. Our surviving warriors carried out hit-and-fade strikes against the invaders, and eventually whittled them down to nothing. Haven was retaken. As we gathered together to count our survivors and losses, Roland offered a resurrection potion to the Phoenix Guild, which was quickly used to return Curufin to us. I must admit – it pains me to see the Circle violated in such a way. However, at least Curufin is still ON the Circle – he has merely performed an unorthodox jump."
"Gnosh, however, had returned to his encampment with a portion of his forces to celebrate his victory over us, apparently not knowing we had retaken the town. We rallied our survivors and set out to attack."
"We came upon an encampment totally unprepared for us. Most of the Goblins and Gavin were drunk on spoils taken from the Inn. They fled, scattering into the woods when they saw us. A wizard who had been aiding Gnosh teleported away. Only Gnosh and a handful of Gavin actually stood and fought, and they were quickly overwhelmed. The hoard was no more."
"I notified the villagers that the battle was over, and they returned to Haven. Now we all must set about repairing the damage done, and once more settle down to our regular tasks and normal lives."
"In the meantime, I have reached a decision about the parasite afflicting some of us. It is an invasive entity, similar to a disease. The host has every right to be rid of it. I will treat any villager who wishes it, destroying the parasite within. However, mine I shall let live – out of both respect for its life and a desire for medical study. I shall only remove it should it become an obvious threat to myself or others."
Greetings, Garrett. As always, I am more than happy to offer that which I know to you and your scrolls. I would like to read excerpts from my journal to you - tales of recent events as I experienced them.
*Dallid opens his book and begins reading aloud*
"A strange affliction has struck the town. A number of residents, including myself, have contracted a parasite. From exactly where, I know not, but currently the only side affect has been increased hunger, though this alone could pose a threat if it causes a severe depletion of the food supply. However I am currently denying treatment, as I do not wish to kill the parasite. However, a time may come when the hosts’ lives are endangered by these creatures. I will have to meditate on this matter."
"Travelers continue to arrive in Haven, and recently several have been attacked by strange wolf-like creatures. A man named Sabastian suffered such an attack, but we were able to save him. He claimed to have information on the Prophesy, and wished to speak with Elder Quexell about it. However, his journal, containing much needed information on the Prophesy, was dropped during the attack. A number of townsfolk set out to retrieve it."
"Not long after, the few of us remaining in the Inn heard screams from outside the village. Atrim and I set out immediately to investigate, but hesitated when we reached the main road. The screams seemed to come from both the Guild Halls and the trail. We had to chose a direction, and choose quickly, so we set off down the trail."
"We found the adventure party that had set out to find Sabastian’s journal fighting hard against skeletons, zombies, and Florins Golems. Several had all ready been downed, so I found myself busy at once. The golems demonstrated extraordinary strength, as always, and gradually overwhelmed us. Florin, himself, was also present, so we concluded we where near an entrance to his lair. We tried to fall back, but there was always at least one more fallen to retrieve, and we would leave no one behind. Once my position, too, was overrun as I tended the injured, and I was beaten to near death. Fortunately someone gave me a healing potion, and I was able to get up and join the retreat. After a long, hard fight, we were able to account for all the injured and fled the area."
"Unfortunately while we were gone, additional golems had attacked the village. The golems claimed Endera’s life that night. More golems had attacked the Guild Halls – the source of the shouting and combat Atrim and I heard on the road. They had held out, but were angry they received no aid from the rest of us. They nearly came to blows with the Phoenix Guild over this issue."
"Given that Florin had committed golems in a two pronged attack and lost additional golems on the trail, we assumed his forces may now be severely depleted. If an entrance to his lair did exist on the trail, now was the time to attack him. We’d wait until daylight, then strike."
"The golems were not our only attackers. Several villagers perished during the night – victims of arrow fire. Unknown lone snipers plagued us for hours."
"And yet there was another, potentially dire, problem to contend with. A cloaked man had hired a pair of villagers to chop away at a particular tree in the woods. Rumor indicated the man wished to die, and planed to achieve this by chopping down the tree. Blood flowed from the trees wounds, and the two villagers found themselves covered in it by the conclusion of their work. The cloaked men paid them in sacks of grain, and they returned to Haven – bathing in the river to remove the blood from their skin and clothes."
"Later Giddion, who had investigated the tree and dipped his fingers into the blood, became violently ill. The blood was diseased. I was able to cure him of the taint, but the process was a long and difficult one. Of course, this also meant the river was now contaminated, and endangered not only us, but all the creatures of the land. Donavan deployed his men at once to quarantine the river."
"Fortunately an elderly man told us his son knew of a potion that could restore the tree. Atrim and Roland set out immediately to find him, in the hopes that curing the tree would also remove the disease from the blood. Indeed, they succeeded in saving the tree, and no word has reached my ears of further blood-induced sickness."
"The next morning we were planning our attack on Florin when a villager ran to us carrying an injured comrade. An arrow had shot from the woods to take her in the leg, and she immediately lost consciousness. I examined her to find a week poison in her blood. I cured it, then proceeded to heal her. The source of the poison proved to be the wood of the arrow, itself – Witchwood. Several of us traveled to where the villager was shot to investigate the area while others examined the arrow."
"Searching the area, I found where the arrow had been fired from. There, tracks made by bare Elven feet traveled from one tree to another. The trees themselves were very solid, though the Elf appeared to have passed straight out of one and into the other."
"When I told others of this, they assumed Dark Elves were the culprits. However, I think Wood Elves are at least as likely suspects, as were Green Fey. Perhaps they are upset about the bleeding tree."
"While in the village, I sought to ask Elder Quexell about Sabastian. He told me he would answer my questions if I first gathered a particular type of mushroom for him. I joined a group of several Phoenix members who had similar questions for the Elder. We set off into the swamp."
"Trolls attacked us not far in. As fire was not available to us, they would always rise minutes after the Phoenix Guild would down them. Two warriors split from the group and made for the mushroom grove while the rest of us held off the Trolls. After several minutes, the two gathers came running back, a sack full of mushrooms in hand and a Troll on their heals. We fled the swamp, and the Trolls gave up pursuit."
"In exchange for the mushrooms, Elder Quexell told us of Sabastion. His motivation for thwarting the prophesy was simply that he believed no being should have the power to reshape the world as it saw fit. He had no idea if this summoned being would be good or evil. This Order of 12 Sabastion belongs to at least doesn’t appear hostile to us."
"As the Elder was talking, we began hearing shouts over the rise. We investigated to find a mob gathered, attacking a man at its core. We quickly pushed our way through the angry villagers to save the man. We knew not if he was guilty of whatever crime the villagers thought he performed, but we were trying to establish fair laws in Haven, and could not allow mob justice to rule."
"The man the villagers had surrounded, we discovered, was Florin himself."
"Questions immediately filled our minds, but we could not ask them here. The villagers were livid and we were forced to struggle back to the Inn. With much difficulty we finally managed to secure him inside. There, Corbin began his information extraction while I ventured back outside in an attempt to quell the mob."
"When I returned, I was informed of the strange situation. THIS Florin was a good man. A healer, of all things. His memories were incomplete and disjointed, but Corbin extracted enough information to determine two Florins existed – one good and one evil. He believed the Florins could see through each others eyes."
"As we gathered together to attack the evil Florin, we chose to take the good Florin with us. We did not want him out of our sight, but as we also could not let him see what we were up to, we blindfolded him. However, just as we were setting off from Haven, more flesh golems attacked."
"These creatures seemed incomplete – a telling sign that Florin’s forces were badly depleted. However they were still numerous, and during the fighting they managed to capture the good Florin."
"We tracked after them, hoping they would indeed lead us to the evil Florin’s lair. On our way, we saw the smoke of many Goblin fires blotting out the sky. They would attack Haven soon, so we had to deal with Florin quickly and return. We fought through several rear-guard elements, eventually arriving at a cave where the evil Florin stood, magical fires dancing in his hands."
"The battle was joined. Our warriors plowed though Florin’s initial defenses quickly enough, but fighting in the caves was very confined, preventing the powerful flesh golems from being flanked. Many fell while trying to break through the golem defenses, though coordinated actions enabled the healers to save all. Finally our warriors made a concentrated and determined assault, finally defeating the flesh golems, but at the cost of many wounded. Again, our healers managed to prevent any deaths. They rescued the good Florin, and discovered the body of the evil Florin. Also, many supplies were recovered for the use of Haven. We returned to town, the enemy apparently defeated. However, some questions remain unanswered:"
"How did Florin’s resurrection generate two versions of him? What exactly was the evil Florin trying to accomplish? If no one actually saw the evil Florin fall, how can we be certain it is the good Florin who now walks among us? I do not mean to cause alarm, but caution would seem advised."
"We reached Haven at dusk and immediately set about preparing defenses against the Goblin hoard. An elaborate trap was planned. The Broken Tusk Clan feigned joining Gnosh’s army to be in position to cause great damage when they turned against him. They would also signal us with their drums as to the direction of the army’s approach, and whether or not Gnosh was with them."
"Meanwhile, the town prepared a massive spike-equipped pit trap. A single safe route was established through it, and the Orcs of the Broken Tusk were informed of its location."
"In the Inn, Eli prepared a powerful fire spell to inflict harm on the entire Goblin army."
"Our forces readied themselves. Areas were established to set up triages for the wounded – both primary and fall-back locations."
"I warned the villagers of the coming battle, and they took what they could to hide in a nearby set of abandoned Dwarven mines."
"Not until long after complete darkness consumed the land were we all ready. Then we stood and waited."
"Eventually the sound of drums filled the silence of the night. It was the Broken Tusks, and their beat indicated the army was approaching from the main road. Gnosh was with them. We arranged our defenses accordingly."
"The army approached. The stomping of feet and the rhythmic clanking of sword against shield drowned out all other sound. From the darkness emerged a line of armored Gavin, then a line of Goblins behind them, then another line, and another. They kept coming."
"The first rank hit the first line of traps. Some fell, but the army was not slowed. More fell as they hit the second trap line, but the army marched on, stepping on the corpses of their comrades – forming bridges of sacrificial flesh and bone. Our warriors surged forth and the battle was joined. Troops on both sides fell like branches during a storm. A constant stream of wounded flowed into our primary triage. Our numbers dwindled while more and more Goblins and Gavin marched across the corpse-filled traps. Our positions were overrun and the healers were forced to fall back to the secondary triage."
"But by then our lines were broken and Gnosh’s forces pressed onward. In little time, even the secondary triage could no longer be protected and we retreated into the Inn. Our situation was beyond desperate, but Eli’s spell was finally ready."
"Unleashed, it sent a devastating ring of fire expanding outward from the Inn. Everyone outside was struck, but Gnosh was ready. He had magically protected his forces, and none were harmed by Eli’s effort. They surrounded the Inn and flooded into it."
"Our healers set their last triage in the back rooms as our warriors fought against the charging Gavin and Goblins. Many fell on both sides, and our healers were soon overwhelmed by a flood of wounded. We were pressed to our limit, using everything at our disposal to keep the fallen alive. But our warriors were worse off. Every one of us that fell meant one less to fight off the foe. It wasn’t long before there were more undergoing treatment then there were defending the Inn. Turning to my deepest strengths and expending my own essence, I unleashed a surge of life energy to return four of our fallen immediately back to battle. The effort was exhausting, but I continued applying slower, more traditional methods to other wounded."
"Soon all invaders within the Inn were defeated, but legions more waited outside. We barred the doors against them. They demanded our surrender, but of course we did not comply. Some of the Broken Tusk were among us, and they explained Gnosh’s forces were too strong for the Orcs to turn against them. Instead they had been engaging our defenders in feigned fighting. More than a few lives were spared as Gnosh’s troops left our warriors to the Orcs."
"The Goblins outside threatened to burn us out, and wandered away to cut down trees – whether to barricade the doors or to use as battering rams, I do not know. While they were briefly away, many of us fled out the back door into the woods. Several Goblins saw us leaving and the hoard swarmed back to the Inn. Several warriors acted as our rearguard, giving the rest of us time to escape by sacrificing their lives. Both Curufin and Brent died for us."
"Gnosh’s hoard spread out to sack Haven and search for survivors. Fortunately they once more depended on the Broken Tusk to carry out some of these tasks, again saving many lives and preventing much destruction. Our surviving warriors carried out hit-and-fade strikes against the invaders, and eventually whittled them down to nothing. Haven was retaken. As we gathered together to count our survivors and losses, Roland offered a resurrection potion to the Phoenix Guild, which was quickly used to return Curufin to us. I must admit – it pains me to see the Circle violated in such a way. However, at least Curufin is still ON the Circle – he has merely performed an unorthodox jump."
"Gnosh, however, had returned to his encampment with a portion of his forces to celebrate his victory over us, apparently not knowing we had retaken the town. We rallied our survivors and set out to attack."
"We came upon an encampment totally unprepared for us. Most of the Goblins and Gavin were drunk on spoils taken from the Inn. They fled, scattering into the woods when they saw us. A wizard who had been aiding Gnosh teleported away. Only Gnosh and a handful of Gavin actually stood and fought, and they were quickly overwhelmed. The hoard was no more."
"I notified the villagers that the battle was over, and they returned to Haven. Now we all must set about repairing the damage done, and once more settle down to our regular tasks and normal lives."
"In the meantime, I have reached a decision about the parasite afflicting some of us. It is an invasive entity, similar to a disease. The host has every right to be rid of it. I will treat any villager who wishes it, destroying the parasite within. However, mine I shall let live – out of both respect for its life and a desire for medical study. I shall only remove it should it become an obvious threat to myself or others."