Post by DOT on Mar 25, 2024 11:11:45 GMT -5
To the Revered Priestess Brandioc of the Burrow,
By the bearded brow of Vergadain, may this parchment find you in good health and spirits. I, Didi Bludsmith, a humble Gold Dwarf of the Bludsmith clan, extend my deepest gratitude for your well-priced healing supplies. Your potions and salves have mended many a bruised rib and eased the aches of weary adventurers. May your Lady continue to bless your hands and your hearth.
Now, let us delve into matters more mysterious and perilous. The very stones whisper secrets, and I seek your wisdom, Priestess. Beneath the roots of the ancient mountain that cradles Shallybrook lies a tunnel, its mouth hidden by gate and waterfall. It winds like a serpent through the earth, from our sun-kissed hamlet to the snow-cloaked realm of the Ice Giants. Have you heard of it, Brandioc? Does it bear a name in your sacred texts?
It reminds me of a frostvein passage—a treacherous path where the chill bites deeper than a winter's frost. Legends speak of lost caravans, their wagons laden with gems and dreams, swallowed by the tunnel's yawning maw. Yet, brave souls still venture forth, seeking the fabled treasures and adventure, said to burn with the essence of both ice and flame.
And now, to the heart of the mountain—the Deep Rothe. Those sturdy, horned beasts of the dark, their eyes gleaming like polished onyx. Who claims dominion over them and manages the herd? Or do they answer to no master, roaming the subterranean labyrinths as they please?
Brandioc, I beseech you: Share your insights. Should you require stout axes or a dwarven blade to safeguard mountain tunnel by your sacred burrow, know that the Bludsmith clan stands ready.
In stone and starlight,
*signed*
D'Deridex Bludsmith
By the bearded brow of Vergadain, may this parchment find you in good health and spirits. I, Didi Bludsmith, a humble Gold Dwarf of the Bludsmith clan, extend my deepest gratitude for your well-priced healing supplies. Your potions and salves have mended many a bruised rib and eased the aches of weary adventurers. May your Lady continue to bless your hands and your hearth.
Now, let us delve into matters more mysterious and perilous. The very stones whisper secrets, and I seek your wisdom, Priestess. Beneath the roots of the ancient mountain that cradles Shallybrook lies a tunnel, its mouth hidden by gate and waterfall. It winds like a serpent through the earth, from our sun-kissed hamlet to the snow-cloaked realm of the Ice Giants. Have you heard of it, Brandioc? Does it bear a name in your sacred texts?
It reminds me of a frostvein passage—a treacherous path where the chill bites deeper than a winter's frost. Legends speak of lost caravans, their wagons laden with gems and dreams, swallowed by the tunnel's yawning maw. Yet, brave souls still venture forth, seeking the fabled treasures and adventure, said to burn with the essence of both ice and flame.
And now, to the heart of the mountain—the Deep Rothe. Those sturdy, horned beasts of the dark, their eyes gleaming like polished onyx. Who claims dominion over them and manages the herd? Or do they answer to no master, roaming the subterranean labyrinths as they please?
Brandioc, I beseech you: Share your insights. Should you require stout axes or a dwarven blade to safeguard mountain tunnel by your sacred burrow, know that the Bludsmith clan stands ready.
In stone and starlight,
*signed*
D'Deridex Bludsmith