Irene had a quest to fulfill and so a number of the adventurers stepped up to assist. I, of course, volunteered in order to come along and categorize and transcribe these exciting events.
First we arrived at an old museum of some sort. There was no one to be found anywhere and the door was just a thin splinter of wood so Rom broke it down quickly and left a note apologizing for the door. Though, confusingly, he signed the note “Sir Felix” which to my understanding is another adventurer in their number who was not with us that day. I’ll have to ask more about him later. Inside Irene and Vellea found a chair they were looking for. I was not able to grasp the significance because my focus was quickly torn to…. LABELS!
I investigated this “museum” there was a glass cabinet with a number of items in it – all with perfect little labels and descriptions. The group quickly worked to assure me, despite my protests, that the labels were incorrect and these items fake. Well, once this archivist knew that a MUSEUM had FAKE items and INCORRECT labels… I simply could not stand and allow this to persist so I scooped up the items and their labels into my bag before we moved on to the next part of our adventure. Clearly the items were not appreciated for what they TRULY were, I could fix that!
Whatever it was that Irene and Vellea found in the “museum” led us to a garden and it’s two keepers. When we arrived at the gardens we could tell that the nature feels closer to wild magic. Many things kept my senses tingeling, and my gut questioning every word and intention. The keepers of this place were a monk named Keen Asagi, who sadly died while we were there, and a persistent woman whose name I did not catch. They were odd beings, speaking of feeding the plants blood to improve their uniqueness, and harboring plants that were seemingly not even truly plants at all as their oddly bright and uniqueness all quickly withered and faded as our time there continued.
Walking through we discovered a terrified dryad who upon my request identified he wanted to be referred to as He-Who-Shakes, who said the dirt he was in was bad in some way. The adventurers were clear that this was not the home he belonged in (though I have no idea how they knew it as he didn’t have too much to say) and we had to save him. They were looking about for tools to dig him from the earth when I remembered my shovel spoons. I rummaged around in my every growing more chaotic bag and pulled them out and handed them around for our brave team to dig in, quite literally, and free our new friend. They made quick work of the shoveling, and found some odd items in the dirt as they went as well. We were able to free him and though still shaking and scared he was quite happy to be moving in the home-ward direction.
Irene and Vella continued onward in their mission and took him home and then on to address other items. Meanwhile the rest of us returned to the Varos Tavern. My head was still spinning with all that had occurred so quickly, I feel like so many layers of magic and inferences and details just flew way past my head so new to this set of adventurers. Reading back I am not happy with the level of detail and itemization I show in my work here. I shall strive harder to take better notes of the items and categorizations as I continue my time here.
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