What is my farther up to?

During my time in HammerHome, the magnificent city of the finest race in the Heartlands, I have heard some mutterings about my farther from Stonefist the councilman, whose parents happen to know my parents and have spent time together recently. I knew my farther was a trader but just what kind of trader is he? I always thought that mother was the shady one, with her nimble hands and quick mind she would relieve unsuspecting people of their possessions, go off into the night and come home with some shinny gem or some coins before morning.

But what is my farther up to? Did he sell his long spear to the shady character I bought the stolen throwing axes off? or was it stolen? then there was the note I recieved from the bard that is now traveling with us, who's name I don't recall, umm did he tell us his name? anyway the note was a commission to make a magical long spear with cold and holy enchantments on it. This would be a very powerful weapon indeed--no wonder he just gave me the family Dwarven War Axe when i left for the ritual of aging, he had a new magical spear to weild, I wonder if mother knows about it? and how did he pay for it that spear would have cost more money than a normal trader could afford in two lifetimes. Once we are done with this flying beast and are back in Zamora, I think I need to ask Zhed and maybe some others just what they might know about my farther.

As too my time in Hammerhome we went out to see the parents of stonefist to talk about there time together with our parents/grandparents on the journey from the slave wagon. When we got to the house it was in flames and there 2 dwarves were dead outside the main doors, as we approached a hideous beast emerged from the building smiling and laughing at us. We attacked it but seem to be partly immune to our attacks and every time a weapon hit it, the weapon would hiss with acid damage. Stonefist went down after a barage of blows and we all thought he was a gonner but the trusty Draven cast a healing spell on him to stabilize him. We all fought valiantly but it just kept laughing at us, when Thokk did get his big axe out which was way too late for my liking what was he he doing trying to hit the beast with a torch for? anyway after a couple of mighty blows from Thokk and some more superficial ones from the rest of us the beast was staggering and just as we were about to kill the bugger it vanished PUFF just like that.

Shadowfoot went into the building to look for survivors (yeh right) ...anyway he came flying out of a first story window with a flower vase in one hand and some documents in the other, the fall almost killed him. Draven to the rescue again.

We took the bodies of the dwarves back to Hammerhome where Stonefist was revived and the other 2 dwarves were given an emotional funeral. We all decided to chip in and buy Thokk a nice new magical axe, he kept on talking about those damn cursed swords everytime there was a combat, so we had to change his mind.

We eventually left the wonderful city of the dwarves on a boat heading down river to somewhere near Bingly. During one of the frequent stops we picked up a person who looked human but had glowing gold eyes. He was armed to the teeth with armour and weapons that just appeared on his person when trouble reared it head. Before this we passed what looked like a giant with blueish skin as we sailed down stream I shouted to him but got no reply, anyway when this so called troubled appeared the strange human started casting spells, and jumped over board but there was no splash? Shadowfoot the very flighty elf hopped over after him tied to a rope, and he says he met this blue giant who turned out to be some sort of god. Then he said the new age was upon us.

We get to Bingly, go to the tower and pay our rspects to the dead dwarves and low and behold the portal is working again? lots of guards this time. For some reason i have this feeling i will be going through that portal one day. After this we head up the trail to try and kill this evil Manticore, it attacks at night and its tail barbs are very damaging, we did manage to get a few arrows and bolts into it but it flew of like a coward to lick its wounds, we will have to come up with some foolish plan to either track it or bring it out of the sky, I am sure Shadowfoot will have some hairbrained plan that just might possibly work.

Once this is done we are heading to Zamora where I plan to fnd out about more of my farther.

Silver Moon

Hazelclaw the Owl

In the bright glow of the full moon, Teuvdar unwraps a scimitar of silver. It shines as it reflects the radiant white light. The Druid smiles briefly, appreciating the craftsmanship, then remembers both what he had paid to get it and the source of the masterwork weapon. His smile disappears.

Shivers run down his spine as he thinks of the strange smithy. There was little doubt that he was a Returned, and the Druid could not help but wonder at the dark paths the man had seen and traveled. Seeing one who has returned from the shadows always causes a sense of unease. And yet, he had created the weapon exactly as Teuvdar requested: solid silver, unsharpened, with no inscriptions, and no binding on the hilt. These things the Druid must handle on his own, in the light of the next lunar phase, an ancient rite that all forest wardens observed. Once done, he would have a suitable weapon with which not only to defend himself, but also to harvest optimal spell components.

He sighs to himself, remembering again how much it had cost to purchase the blade. A few coppers were all that remained in his bag, not even enough to pay a town entry tariff. Fortunately Hammerhome had hailed them as heroes on return from their recent adventures, which opened many gates that had previously been closed. The giant hammer they had returned to the Dwarf city now sat safely guarded in Temple, a relic of the titan age that had been considered lost to antiquity. If not for the daring (and foolish) determination of Shadowfoot to tamper with things, the hammer would still be lost. Teuvdar was more convinced than ever that his friend would get them all killed sooner or later, yet could not deny their stock had gone up since their adventuring days began. Was that a Bard song he could hear from the city? Tales of redemption and glory to the sounds of a lute, no doubt.

Setting aside the blade, Teuvdar turns to his pack and withdraws piles of assorted junk. Collected on their many travels thus far, he's certain that he can make some use from these materials if given time to experiment. Herbs, berries, thorns, leaves, bone, claws and stone could all be combined to craft infusions, powerful focus items and even weapons, but he had much to learn. A trip home to High Oak was tempting, for he knew of Druids there who could teach him. But returning home so soon would be frowned upon, especially by Tenveren. He could imagine the glowering face of his older brother scowling upon his return after only a few weeks. No, there was no going home until he had uncovered his chosen path, whether by his choice or not.

Unfortunately, the dwarf lands had proven relatively devoid of other Druids, though ranger types were about. The mountains were overrun with dwarfs, armed with pickaxes and shovels, their hearts greedy for the spoils of the earth. These were the desires that had brought them face to face with the planar beast known as a Ravid, along with his animated mud men. For weeks, the mud men had plagued the iron fields stealing supplies and booting dwarves about, until the heroes (he liked the sound of that) had arrived to sort it out. The Ravid, though hardly charitable, really seemed to mean no harm. It simply wanted to return to it's plane of existence, it's home. And it had succeeded, almost taking all of them with it!


Monstrous and odd, the mud men nonetheless represented a sort of fascination for Teuvdar. The Ravid had animated them from the earth itself, held together with bits of wood and metal. What power the creature must have been capable of! He wished there had been time to learn more about the beast and from where it drew it's strength. Elder Druids of Teuvdar's land were said to have such abilities, capable of harnessing elementals to do their bidding. This was a power that he was eager to develop himself. All in due time.

But first, there were other duties to attend to, not the least of which was finding another animal companion. For such a small creature, Hazelclaw had fought valiantly, and come close to death on many occasions in their fights. Teuvdar could not ask it to take these risks again, particularly now when their party was considering much larger (and more dangerous) prey. No, Hazelclaw must go free and another more robust companion must be found. The owl had refused at first, but eventually accepted his order, along with his heartfelt thanks.

Against the moon, Teuvdar imagined he could see the faint outline of the bird. No doubt Hazelclaw had already spotted with his keen yellow eyes another fresh young Druid who needs a companion, and moved to descend upon them.

Incoherent ramblings of a slightly drunken Thokk

Our adventures huh? Don’t remember much of the early adventures, might have hit my head too often. You guys should build bigger doorways. Where’s my beer?

We were at this gnome tower. Got attacked by ants. Giant ants. I don’t know what they fed them. Dangerous too. Hard to hit and one was poisonous. At the top of the tower I smashed a diamond with my greataxe…lost something precious that day…damn I miss that weapon. This one’s better though. Why’d I smash a diamond? There was a door opening, and we can’t have doors opening (inn door opens, Thokk puts his hand on his axe).

Yeah I had one that got away. It was this big (gestures with hands). Where’s my beer? ‘It’s in your hand, Thokk’ Right, so I went up to one…two of them. The big one started to move, so I whacked it. Then the little one tried to get away. I chased it, but then I couldn’t see it any more. (mutter, mutter) stupid shaman. So anyway once we were fighting goblins, and this bugbear… why are they called bugbears? They’re not bugs...this bugbear looks around and sees this guy with no armour and no weapons. So he moves up to hit him. Meanwhile I’ve circled round and whacked it in the side with my bastard sword. Then Breyen finishes it off with his bare hands. Best fight we ever had. Did I tell you about his cat? He had an invisible cat, not that we ever saw much of it. (trails off to incoherent ramblings…)