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Marshlands of Agroth
While enjoying a drink at a local Inn, you and several other patrons
listened to the recent news from the cityguards who had just come
from the watch at the gates...
"It's like I said," a grizzled sergeant said, his gravely voice carrying
through the common room, "that stout Dwarven foreman and his loggers came
runnin' up to the gates as if they had the council of the Dark Eight on
their heels, shouting somethin' about an eerie song, ratling bandits,
and ferocious Lizardmen barbarians."
A murmur from the crowd interrupted the sergeant briefly, as a few
citizens recounted a robbery in the estates earlier in the week by a
group of ratlings. They had gotten away with a noble's jewels, but he
would not be needing them now anyways, being dead and all.
"Naturally, that seemed to explain why most of the band of loggers wore
bandages, but we're fighting men, and that song sounds too close to magic
for my taste." The sergeant glowered at a number of robed figures
sipping wine at a table in the corner of the room. "My men and I don't
go in for that nonsense, and my captain told me to let all you
adventuring types know of this place." Again, the sergeant frowned, this
time in annoyance. "Unfortunately, the only real information I have is
that the attack on the loggers was somewhere near the great trees in the
realm. The loggers were clearing land in a forest full of great trees,
and they came upon marshy ground. The giant in their group, while
chasing the rodent scum off chopped his way into what appeared to be an
undiscovered marsh. My men and I didn't see this giant, and the leader
said he was lost in the final moments of the fight. That foreman and
his men ran at the sight greeting them, I guess, or maybe that song."
The crowd murmured again as the sergeant of the guards continued to
complain about the complete lack of direction and information coming
into the guard these days when people found dangers in the land. An old
Elf with the mages sipping wine was overheard to mention that one of
their guild members had taken an escort of hunters and gone to look for
the place that she had scried while looking for a new land from which to
gather spell components.
"I believe she mentioned the great trees as well, also something about
a haunted cathedral. She could be in great danger if there are bandits
and barbarians in the area. Her escort was not large." Upon hearing
this, several adventurers rose and moved toward the door.
"One last thing," the sergeant of the cityguards said, barring the way to
the door. "I wouldn't go tryin' to find the group of loggers. They
finished their report, such as it was to us, then they ran, as hard as
they could for the Dwarven Kingdom, and I heard them all vowing to drown
all memory of logging and anythin' havin' to do with rats and lizards in
as many barrels of ale as they could get their hands on. We all know
what that Dwarven ale will do to a person, even a Dwarf."
Date Posted - 05.07.2005
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