Farewell 12 trees!

The group are back in Phandalin, taking some well needed rest after there long arduous journey, still recovering from the shock that it was all a ploy.

Mushu and Saphira are loved by the children of the town, who are very excited by Mushu’s dragon features.

Agrippiana donates a portion of her funds to the orphanage in the town, as she is walking through the town she hears a familiar tune coming from the inn… She enters to find Thorin who welcomes her and points her in the direction of the music “Look who turned up!” Before her eyes is Dante, playing a solemn tune on his flute. However, it appears he has aged, quicker, almost 20 years. His hair has grown longer, as has his beard and he has a world weary look in his eye. Agrippiana tries to get an explanation out of him, but he is keeping his cards close to his chest, “The pain is still too near, I have been gone for 20 years, I have seen things, but I wish to push past this pain.” She welcomes him back to the group with open arms but curious to now just what he has seen.

Thraback meets with the Mayor and discusses what has changed since our last stay in the town. “Well Sister Garielle is gone and another has taken over the orphanage, a Sister Laurel I believe. I would like to speak with the two new members of your party.” Thraback brings Saphira and Mushu to speak with the Mayor who begins to speak to them in Draconic… “It is an honour to meet you both, welcome sisters…” Saphira and Mush both notice her shadow is in the shape of a dragon. “I offer you both a gift, a magical ring each. Mushu your ring allows you to share your resistance to fire, and to burn anyone just by standing close to them… Saphira, your ring will allow you to breath and move expertly underwater.” “You may wish to travel to Daggerdale where you will find the Island of Nosferatu. The secret of your heritage Saphira is there. I have heard of the remains of a half dragon and a dragon orb. Do not worry sisters your secrets are safe with me. Before you go, please give these two daggers to Dante, for… bringing things to a close.”

All the while Aralon and Vandal have been brewing with concoctions of ale, minding their own business.

Thraback gathers most of the group and steels himself to say something, “I know I may not consider you all friends, but we have been through a lot together recently. It is time I went on my own journey soon. I have some things that I need to take care of alone, well with Edgar. I will not say what, but I will return to you once my task is finished.”

As Thraback is speaking there can be heard in the distance the sounds of tribal chanting and the beating of drums coming closer to the town. Marching into the town are around 100 hundred barbarians chanting and singing. Mud Dog appears at the front of the column and addresses the group, “We have come for Raven Night.” Agrippiana stands before Mud Dog, looking through the crowd but not finding who she is seeking. Mud Dog bows before her, “I come with terrible news, 12 Trees, his life was taken. He is gone.” Agrippiana can barely breath as the grief hit her all at once, maybe removing that curse was not the best thing to do after all… “Something dark came for him, you may see him in the Lake of Souls should you go there. Raven Night you will always have a place with us, but you will never be one of us…” With this the tribe line u to pay her tribute. They each remove and earring or a piece of jewellery and let it fall at her feet. Thraback, does the same and he is now released from his obligation to protect her. And with that the tribe take their leave with Agrippiana left standing in disbelief.

Thraback speaks to Mud Dog before they both go their separate ways. Mud Dog gives him a horn, telling him that if he is in danger and blows the horn, if wolves are around, they will come to his aid.

Back to our two brewers… Aralon and Vandal decide to call on Lorkan in order to help them form and produce the perfect brew. Lorkan appears before them, with a sickly sweet smile on his face, “Hello, it is a pleasure to finally speak to you. I will be able to make what you require… in return for a small favour down the line of course.” Vandal signs the contract, sealing the deal.

As the group gathers in the inn that evening, they gets chatting to Tobin who advises them how best to get to Daggerdale and then to the Island of Nosferatu. “We hear many stories of Daggerdale, built on the ruins of Draconia. I haven’t seen that green dragon recently – I heard it was flying east. Daggerdale has the relics of the old kingdom, stories of the orb that could control dragons. But the island isn’t like any other. Its black obsidian. That’s where the souls of the dead are, in that lake, where the Raven Queen takes them to rest… Only an experienced sailor would be able to get you there. It just so happens that a few weeks ago a paladin passed through here. Arnor I think his name was – he was a sailor in the Solamnic fleet – he looked as if he had the weight if the world on his shoulders… He was heading for the Moody Boar in if I recall, you would be able to find him there. “So, is that where you’re heading next?”

Until next time!

[Twelve Trees RIP]