The Tapestry of Fate



Back in Mossdale, time to relax and heal our wounds, while some begin anew; not with sword or arrow, but with simple statements.

Well, look who finally decided to make an appearance, the loon himself, i really should call him by his actual name…um, what was it again? Misha is all aglow with the items that were retrieved, cue Lird,ylene, well, at least we know she is good for something. Out of the kindness of our hearts, we, well at least Misha does, feels it would be a good idea to share some of the treasures that were found. Number one, i am the one with diplomacy, so, why didn’t i talk my sister out of doing this? She is my sister, that is why. Number two, you want me to give it to her, the bossy one, really, come on; i so have to bite my tongue on this and be my performing self to hand over…yup, a mithral shirt. Not just any mithral shirt, the one that was in the hurtful blob of goo that fell on me. Let’s just hand it over to her like she deserves it or something. Do you realize how much that is worth, i mean really. We should be set for healing from her. Number three, after saying that she already had armor, a simple refusal would be sufficient, no no, Misha proceeds to insist that she have it. What spell did you cast on her, you heathen.

A smattering of people in the inn of Mossbrook; i was going to perform, but the crowd was to small, and i was suddenly not in the mood. The question was brought up about how we came across the item, dear Misha so excited blurts things out that are supposed to be left unsaid. In my best mannerism, i tell them the story of our fathers death, it is heart wrenching for me, it never gets any easier. Do i hear any heartfelt concern about the predicament, of course not, its all about the triangular box. Here i am pouring out my heart, and i get condescending remarks, not compassion, but it appears to sound like contempt.

We, Misha and I, talk about putting the bear in the act, but we want to entertain, not make the crowd run away in fear. Most everyone has gone up to bed to sleep, i don’t really hear much from the patrons, so i decide it is time to get some rest as well. I sleep well enough, but the heat wave is killing me, its like i am wrapped up in a fur blanket, a heavy fur blanket…a breathing heavy fur blanket??? I open my eyes to see the bear leaning its head on me with a line of drool leaking out of its fanged mouth. Must be time to wake up, Melissa cant seem to find her bear, hey, Petunia is in here, ugh, my outfit is going to need to be cleaned.

Time for a bite to eat, the group surrounding a table, and now the bear is sticking its head under Misha’s chair. Elthren is talking to Aiden, commenting on how injured he is, waves his hands in his direction, and he is tons better than he was a moment ago. What is up with this guy, he can do powerful things and yet, cannot remember.

It is decided we should go to the foot again; at least we can all agree on something. Maybe there is something useful on it to assist us on our way back to sanity. Well, i was close, not on it, but in it; someone was being witty, a space of a foot by a foot by a foot in size. And what is in this space, nothing but a bag with four other boxes that are similar to the one me and my sister have. Dredging up sore wounds are we, it is a daily reminder of how much i want that toad to pay for his impunity. What good is treasure if you don’t have your loved ones around to enjoy them with, at least i have Misha, I don’t know what i would do without her.

Aiden has a necklace with a symbol of a shining star on it, so what, its his…right? And who is this Mystral person. So, it is decided to go talk to the other loon, no, not Elthren, the old guy that said not to go into the crypt in the first place.

Listen here, you trollop. We are not some thing, some little children, we are not some lowly creatures you can just order around on a whim; like you are some master and us, slaves. We are Merrick and Misha Miles. How dare you!!
Oh, and to you Melissa, watch the bear?, it’s a bear, if it wants to go traipse along off somewhere, who am i to stop it, it will darn well go where it pleases. I am not some babysitter of adolescent bears.

I am telling you, we were quiet, and not just a little quiet, the field mouse didn’t even notice us, but who appears out of thin air, Elthrin. I mean i heard him at the last second, but WOW! Well, he ends up talking to the other Loon, and the conversation is going nowhere; what did you expect. The guy must have heart problems or something, all that noise he made when he stepped out to see half of the city in the distance. Well, he mentioned about the papers, and even though there was no writing on it, Misha put them back, secretly of course. The conversation was going nowhere fast, so we decided to go back and wait in our designated area of responsibility. Oh look, no bear.

We climb up a tree, well, she climbs up the tree and then hauls me up to wait and enjoy the sunshine kicking back and relaxing. Come to find out, they forgot about us, did anyone go back to let us know you were done. Nope! We are apparently useful in our own way, but forget us like a leaf on the wind when not needed. They are sitting at the inn, eating, drinking and being merry. And what does she do when we enter, i will tell you. We get called liars, “where were you, why are you not with the bear, you are careless.” We help our group, I have given Fourthwife a name, Melissa, we have shared our treasures, we have fought for the safety of the party, and this buffoon show no appreciation for our deeds. Was the mithral armor not to your liking, or maybe it was to dirty for your highness. I don’t know what magic you cast to get these innocent people to believe your innocence, are you looking to blame someone for your misfortune, oh woe is you.

It is again decided that we should go back to the city, whats left of it, and see what information we can find. We climb us the side of the fallen city to reach level ground to find a city in disarray. One of the first things i hear is eggs are a gold apiece. People are waiting in line for bread. We manage to get an audience with the mayor, or at least someone who is actually attempting to get the city in some form of normalcy. ( What happens next…how many different stories about what is going on.)
The mayor informs us that many have left the city to go out and find some of the basic necessities like food, but there is also looting of ships that are stranded on land that used to be sea. What was there is now marshlands. Here it comes, Mrs. Lip Service ups and speaks for the group like some ordained tavern wench and says “No payment necessary” The truth comes out, Oh my bleeding heart, you lived in a temple, looking out among your subjects expecting obedience, having everything handed to you while you ply your wares of piety. At least the mayor is attempting to fairly distribute goods, whats left of them, to those in need.

We are at the inn, going to get some rest to start fresh in the morning. I see the moral of the people needs a pick me up, these people have next to nothing, so there is no need to take what they don’t have. I perform for them without payment, their gratitude is enough on this day. It seems to pick up their spirits, even if it is momentarily, it still counts for me.

We set out the next day, out of Caer Corwall, through the city, to the port that is not a port anymore, but logs stuck in the mud with a view. A view that should be an ocean, but is foreign terrain now, footprints in the mud that lead out to a whole new world. It is time to explore this new land and establish what threats or boons we may find along the way.

Threat it is, we were heading for an abandoned ship, and out of the sky, a massive piece of flesh falls from the sky. Does nobody have ranged weapons except for me? My sling is not going to do much, so intelligence kicks in. Misha and I race to the ship to see if there is a weapon we can use to save them. A flying whale, who knew, but an undead flying whale, our group fight with what means they have. Of course we save them, firing the cannon right into the midst of this monstrosity, blasting it to…wretch, augh, awful, there goes lunch over the side of the ship. Why do i feel sea sick on a ship not at sea, well, let me gather my thoughts while we see what we can find of use on this ship.



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