The Broken Bones

I’ve taken a room nearby to the Broken Bones and I’m spending far too much time in that seedy establishment.  The stew is hearty and the ale is strong but it’s the proprietor, Gar, that keeps me interested.  Though I have to pay an inordinate amount of gold for the information, Gar seems perfectly willing to tell me about his home and business.  People often think it’s named for the bone and ivory dice Gar provides, and they sometimes accuse him of using weighted dice and that’s why they’re called “broken”.  The truth is more… brutal.

Click here to read about the gambling house: The Broken Bones

May Luck and Fortune smile upon you!


 

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Goblin Folk

So here I am, back in Koenigsburg.  I have delivered Aspen’s message to the druids of the Heart Grove and they have promised to send him help though I’m not sure they were taking it as seriously as they should.  Looking for something to do while I decide where to go, I stumbled on a gambling house named The Broken Bone.  It’s proprietor is a most interesting being, a wizened goblin man who claims to be a fortuneteller.  For a small fee (“small” Hah!) he agreed to tell me about himself and about goblins in general.

Click the link here to read what I learned about the Goblins of Erde.

May the dice fall in your favor!


 

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The Wand Maker

The Rootless One had already left the Temple of Frozen Blossoms, so I won’t be traveling to the Blood Forest just yet.  I did hear about an interesting man called the Wand Maker.

I finally found Aspen Wandmaker, all the way back in the Great Forest of Velloren.  We sat quietly at a small campfire sharing venison stew and tea.  He smiled when I said the trees were beautiful but I startled him when I asked what they were saying.  After a moment of studying me he said:

They tell me there was a storm in the north.  Several of the old ones fell.  The young ones are excited.  The old ones have been blocking the sun for decades.  One of the fallen is grumbling.  It wasn’t his time.  He blames the family of gnomes that burrowed between his roots and then left, but the other trees say he never filled in the gaps so it’s his own fault.  The truth is that he is still waiting for them to come home and he’s afraid that now they’ll have no safe place to be.  The others will reassure him that they will shelter his gnomes should they return, but they tell me he refuses to see the truth that the gnomes were killed and eaten by wolves.

There was a tornado to the west ripping young and old alike from their roots.  That forest is still in shock but it will recover soon.

But it’s the news here that disturbs me.  There are too many squirrels in this place, and there is something wrong with them.  They’re taking all the nuts but they’re not eating them or caching them for the winter; they’re destroying them.  The squirrels are chewing up leaves and twigs and tearing up bark, leaving those trees vulnerable to disease and rot.  The animals will go hungry, and there will be no new seedlings in spring. 

He paused a moment, frowning and deep in thought.  Then he turned to me and said, “Do me a favor.  If you return to Koenigsburg visit the Master Druid.  Tell him I’m asking for his help.  And bury this at the base of the Heart Tree.  Let her know we still hear her.”  With this last he handed me a small carving of a pile of nuts, leaves, and seeds.

So, I’m off to Koenigsburg.  Again.

You can click this link to read what little I learned about Aspen Wandmaker.


 

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The Blood Forest

I heard an interesting story while I was staying with Tamzy’s family; a legend about a forest with leaves of blood.  Questions and more questions finally led me to the west coast and back to the Temple of Frozen Blossoms.  In the library there I found a reference to an isolated valley where huge trees grew blood red leaves.  There wasn’t much in the library, and I haven’t found the valley yet, though I’ve heard there is a Rootless one currently in the temple who may be able to help me.

In the meantime, click the link to read what little the Frozen Blossom library held:
The Blood Forest.

Happy traveling, my fellow World Walkers!


 

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Gnomes of Erde

I took my ship back to Koenigsburg and have delivered the herbs to Tamzy as promised.  She is suspicious of my arrival, since she knows full well no ships have come into port recently, but she has not asked any questions.  I asked about her family, and she shook her head and told me about her uncle’s latest breeding exploits and that now no one in the family will let him manage the breeding for their sheep.  I was intrigued and decided to visit them to learn more.  I have been here a week, and I am… unsure…. To say that Gnomes are different is an understatement.

I’ve written what I’ve learned into my journal, and you can read about it here: Gnomes of Erde.

 


 

Special thanks to Samantha, one of my players, for bringing Erde’s Gnomes to brilliant life.  May the Bripple Clan live and prosper for many, many more generations.

 


 

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Unhur’ahn

I am now hiding in the library.  I might as well read while I’m here.  After learning about the Night of Red Sands I was curious about the nation those women created. Unhur’ahn is pronounced with long “u” sounds, like “dune” and a short “a” like… well, “ah.” Emphasis on the first and last syllables, so OON hoor AHN.  It’s very close to the Terran Swahili word “uhuru” which I find fascinating.

What I discovered about Unhur’ahn I have condensed and added to my journal. You may read it by clicking on this link: Unhur’ahn.

Now I’m going to see if I can find a quiet spot in which to summon my ship. Mawali has become entirely too dangerous.


 

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Yoremba

We are still waiting for favorable winds. The tides have been strange and unpredictable, and people are muttering that the bay is angry with them for some reason. A few have begun talking about making sacrifices. This frightens me.

I did discover that Mawali has a large and extensive library, and I have spent many hours there perusing the scrolls. I have discovered that the Yoremba known today was birthed in a bloody uprising known as the Night of Red Sands.

I can hear angry voices outside my inn. While I go see what that is about, why don’t you click this link and read about Yoremba?


 

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Circle of the Star

I am waiting for a ship to take me back north.  The weather has kept ships in port for several days now. Captain Hiyami and the Nomah sailed out yesterday, in defiance of the weather, but they were traveling south. I decided that, while waiting for fair winds, I would investigate the Circle of the Star. This is the guild of magicians responsible for protecting Mawali from pirates, raiders, or truly foul weather. They are an interesting group, open and welcoming on the surface. They offered to test me and welcome me into the Circle should I prove magically inclined. I politely declined and removed myself from the tower. I have learned in my travels that it’s best if the natives don’t discover my ability to move between the many worlds.

In any case, if you wish to know more about this Circle — all Yoremban mages guilds are called Circles – curious —  if you wish to know more, click this link: The Circle of the Star.

Isha Nawhei! and please, for the love of gods, practice safe spell casting.


 

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Worship in Mawali

I have found Tamzy’s herbs in an unexpected place: a druid Grove in the middle of Mawali. The druids were happy to harvest and prepare some for me.  Wow, that stuff’s expensive. I was chatting with one of them as we walked through the Grove and he told me an amazing story: as an infant, his parents left him at the Well in the heart of the Grove. Apparently they couldn’t afford to take care of him so they gave him to the Earth Mother. He was raised by the druids and though he considers himself a part of their Order (the Order of the Oasis) his powers are quite different. He doesn’t hoard them, either, but expends his energy every day in the surrounding areas, curing people, healing them, blessing newborns and newlyweds, and laying the dead to peaceful rest. In return, every year his Lady gives him more power and more responsibility.

His story led me to research how the people in Mawali worship their deities. You can read what I discovered by clicking this link: Worship in Mawali.

Have a blessed day, fellow travelers.


 

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Mawali’s People

I’ve been in Mawali for about a week now and have discovered that her people are as beautiful as she is.  But dangerous.  Most people will greet strangers with open arms and cries of Isha Nawhei, but others would just as soon stab you in the back and take all that you have.

Click here to read what I’ve discovered about The People of Mawali.

Isha Nawhei, fellow world-walkers!


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