Dearest Mother,
Our journey to the abandoned dwarvan smithy to ascertain
the existence of a catch of telstang has been eventful. Upon arriving
at the ruins of the keep, we found the remains of a riding horse
on the banks of a small beaver pond. The horse was covered with
opportunistic birds enjoying an easy meal. After closer inspection,
our ranger was able to tell us that a large, possibly reptilian
beast dispatched the equine. He also identified a set of footprints
leading from the carrion to the water's edge.
Calling upon Larethian's divine favor, I cast "endure
elements" upon one of my newfound friends. He bravely swam threw
the mirky waters to inspect a nearby beaver lodge. There he learned
the fate of the horse's master. Mortally wounded, the rider fled
the scene of the onslaught to the relative safety of the beavers'
lodge. His body was cold and well beyond my humble skills. News
of his fate saddened the party as well as reenforcing our need to
be vigilante.
Inside the dwarven keep, we encountered the beast
that attacked the deceased rider. It was a white dragon wormling.
Working together as a team, we were able to do what the lone rider
was not; slay the fell reptile.
Greeting from the nether worlds. My travel companions
and I have undertaken an unexpected journey to parts unknown. We
volunteered to transport a ceatation in a glass jar from one end
of town to the other. The pay was more than adequate for the risk
involved and so we readily agreed. "Thing that are too good to be
true often are." Now we find ourselves somehow, magically, transported
to another place. I don't know where we are now, but I am confident
that we will persevere.
Yours truly,
Primula
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