Tales of Shore Blossom

Resting Reflections

Being stationed in a place such as Port Shore Blossom is quaint; nothing but murmurs and rumors, from the active townsfolk who never wander beyond their place.  In society and apparently beyond a border wall.  New to this port and country I was fascinated by how people interacted and dressed, to mixed to have a dominate society but to bland to be anything of interest.  Except for one place, where armor was worn with luster and pride, as if it were a second skin.  A tea house, ran by, a conventional mistress, who needless to say lacked of dignity but was wise of the world and its inhabitance, Madam Saru.

She knew our like, those who know adventuring and battles, to well; intentionally seated all us at the largest table in the center, a lively bunch six in total including myself.  Across from me was a fellow elf of less structured society, but more natural in all bearings.  Next to me was a monk who seemed poised and collected, near him was a man who riddles of high schooling but of low intelligence, and that is an accurate description.  Then there were the beasts mighty and powerful in looks and stature but one, male, was 7 foot high while the other, female, was only 3 feet high…

Madam Saru paraded about her establishment regaling us with the “history” of her tea house, which to my dismay is really a tavern.  But the libation of teas and meals are plentiful.  I only wished her acting was so less obvious, that she wants us to fill in her newest quest table, I pondered for a moment if “I was here” would settle her table graffiti lust, but no that would be rude, and the tea is just too good, and the offer to leave the city and explorer was too great.

With full cooperation we travelers headed to the gates, which indeed were enchanted and mighty.  “gods be with you.” Stated the guards, these lowly souls who have never seen battle it was clear in their faces, eyes to soft.  It angered me, but I understand that I am one leaving safety, and it is customary to give well wishes.  I utter a silent prayer “may the gods be with you”

The outskirts of the wall was vast and jungle like, no order or structure, just wild; leaving me perplexed and unaware of surroundings.  Thankfully our party contained two that knew the land.  But craving structure and order a path was needed and since on examination of the vegetation it was nothing more than seasonal weeds, “does anyone have a sword? Let’s make a path.” And the dragonborn, Roth, raised his ax and began to swipe away.  Nothing of interest for a long, long, long while, until a panther emerged, nothing happened we were at a stalemate with the creature.  But I was ready for an attack, arrow knocked, and yet my fellow elf, Eucarion, took a passive approach and soothed the large cat, and stupid one, Frivolity, fed it.  I felt a comfort in this party I was among folk who valued life as much as I did.

Night approached and camp was set up.  The tiny beast, Odiri, found us a pleasant glen for us to rest. We had discovered an ancient shrine belonging to Earth mother, we had set up a proper offering and blessing.  I was to be in second watch since my senses are superb at night and needing little rest it gave me a chance to mediate and balance my energies… it was sadly cut short.

 I awake with a jolt to see Frivolity and Odiri wounded a few feet in front of me. An ambush, I quickly come to their aid and cure their wounds, the creature then came for me but couldn't pierce my mighty armor.  The battle was over as it had started and we had persuaded a few of the creatures with gold, soaked in its allies blood.  The creature spoke of what they wanted, who they were and more interestingly a haunted temple, nicknamed the temple of the dead.

It was morning by now and the party debated about what to do.  I was curious about this temple and what sort of demonic presence would terrify an entire nation.  We came to the conclusion to head the temple with debate between Odiri and Naligor of which general direction the temple was in.  The further we walked the woods became a haze.  That is when we encountered another large cat one that was warned to Naligor by the Panther, and to monk Kodu in the glen, the ghost tigers.  Its presence was a warning that we are entering its domain.

Caution to the wind we continued onward in the haze, we rounded a corner and found ourselves amongst primitive shrunken ruins, That is when we were surrounded, by more ghost tigers three of them, they moved in confidence, but with a look of lifelessness, these cats have submitted blindly, these cats have allowed themselves to be nothing more than puppets, toys, they have no honor or pride, life to them is something of mundane!  EVEN IF YOU ARE TO DIE IN BATTLE KNOW IT IS WORTH YOUR LIFE, WORTH YOUR DEATH!  I belted out my ideals to the ghost tigers, but death ears they fell on and one pounced on me, ripping thru my armor and sinking its teeth into my shoulder…and then dark grayness…

Just pulses of world around me in the gray.  Slipping more and more feeling dark surround me, then lightness, senses of a foreign world surrounds me, exotic smells, grains of sands brush my face I open my eyes to a vast orange-scape of sands and diamond stars burning in intense colors, I inhale and on exhale a gust of wind launches me back to the field of ruins, Frivolity’s hand on my head.

These cats were fast but not fast enough for Kodu and Odiri, laying them to waste.  But Roth and Naligor were in trouble, I would not let down my comrades, for they have not let me down.  I cast healing on Frivolity who was the closets and as I rounded to Roth a tiger struck him down.

 At that moment Odiri had finished off the second tiger, so Kodu and Odiri headed our way.  The tiger glanced at those who stood. I decided to replenish myself, because I am no good to Roth if I am down.  The tiger attempted to strike, that is when Naligor attacked with a smack of light from his shalalie.  Leaving an opening for Frivolity to perform on Roth as he did on I.  Roth awoke and saw the tiger gather itself and lunge at Odiri, with a mighty swing of his ax he split the cat in two.

The skies turned black my armament began to shake and pull the key of shore blossom was thrusting us home.  That is when she appeared, a woman of icy aura and dark soul, she told us this was her domain and to never come back.  We emerged back inside the gates, if she lies in the haunted temple she will be blessed and see the light, as it courses thru her body like a bolt of lighting, as she begins to value life as it slips away from her.

In My Exile
Across my island's waters

These lands are strange to me. Crossing the border's of my island, I thought recovering my island's artifact would be a simple task. This new land proved otherwise.

The people, their culture, even the stench of the air is so alien to me. I remember the human's would be welcoming at the sight of me, but the humans here. They would rather glance away from me. Being away from the familiar scents of my homeland, I have to endure. This task would be difficult enough without a start, but this monk, Kodu proves a worthy ally. His patience reminds me of the elders, and his fighting style is foreign. Would rather use his fist that a blade. I feel most humans would laugh, but I know better than to doubt any kind of warrior, regardless of how strange they might be. He claims that he knows of my people, but I've never smelled his scent before. The fact that he know's of our deity Aion, I can trust him and the companions we travel with.

We parted ways for a bit before he told me to meet at Rose Shell Inn. As my business was completed, I searched for this tea house. I was lost until the smell of booze and laughter caught my attention from a tall tower of bright lights. The tower's name was hard to make out, but I got it. The enduring lessons on 'words' that the elders taught me, wasn't a waste after all. I still remember the sting they would strike with a stick on my face.

As I entered the tower, my senses was full of the booze and food in the air. Most of them kept their distance from me. 'People fear what they don't know' a traveling fisherman I once had talks with back on the island. He's been to many places and contacted with many people, and considered my homeland a unique one. As I parted through the small things, I finally found Kodu at a large wooded table surrounded by new strangers. An elf Naligor, I could easily smell the dirt and the trees of him. Another elf in armor called Oranssi, there was a sense of kindness in his eyes. Then there was a small thing, roughly the size of a child Odiri. Then finally, at first what appears to be was a demon, Frivolity. A loud mouth demon, but the way he walks and the smell that he gives off. There's more to this demon than his appearance.

As I was welcomed  to their table, a young woman appears and starts dancing. Her beauty matched that of the temple maiden's back home. The way she moved to the sound of a strings, the beat of the drums, I assume she has many suitors waiting in line to breed with her. I wonder if she would dance to the sound of my flute. This celebration is much similar to the celebrations of my island, though we wouldn't dance in  a crowded tower such as this. We would dance wildly out in the open around a huge fire with the locals to the beat of the drums and the chants of our songs. However, this foreign experience is nice. As the song was over, she approached our table, welcoming us and offering us food. This human female introduced herself as Madam Saru, the owner of this tower. When she looked at me, she wasn't terrified or shock, it was more of like a child was surprise to see a trick the adults would use to entertain them. It was welcoming. We thanked her hospitality, but one of them questioned this unique table we were sitting at. Apparently this carved wooden table has some kind of history to the people and Madam Saru.

After we spent the night being merry and getting to know one another, we set off towards the great of wall of Shore Blossom. Their farm land wasn't as different to our fields. It was pleasant to see. In the distance, there was a high wall of white stone that stretched as far as my eyes could see. There was some kind of magic about them, magic like our elders. Older than our elders even. Before we crossed their gates, the guards mentioned 'that no one returned from the Bamboo Sea.' If I ever got lost, I could easily find my way back I wasn't concerned. Finding my island's artifact was more important to me than whatever this strange land has to offer.

As we crossed the borders, we were met to a forest thick of bamboo. I wasn't going to have trees stand between me and my way back home, so grabbed my axe and started hacking at the forest. Finding food wouldn't be a challenge to my survival, and I could take care of myself in a fight, but I would be damn if bamboo would come between me and my destiny. Regardless of the demon's loud mouth, I chopped a faction of bamboo like wheat for miles and miles. My arm's were getting heavy farther we got into the Bamboo Sea, but i could say differently for my axe. I would have to save it from being dull the first chance I get when we return back to the city. It wasn't long until I could feel a new presence. We were being hunted, but I could smell it's scent. I hope I wouldn't come to me cutting it down, that is until Naligor started… growling and purring at a panther. Company said he's a druid. Druids are some kind of people of nature and animals. Before I knew it, the creature left as quickly as it was stalking us.

Finally we arrived to a clearing with an old golden temple in the center. Our company paid respects to it, and we rested for the night. I was enjoying my deserved rest, that is until we were attacked by strange creatures. These kobold. Such small primitive things. They looked like me, but way more fragile. Three of the six of our raiders could fly. It was rare for my clan to be born with wings, and only elders were the only ones that could achieve flight. If a hatchling would be born with wings, they would have the honor of leading our tribe. In our skirmish, one of the flightless ones struck the back of my leg. However it wasn't deep. I slammed my mace against the dwarf's chest in self-defense and his body flew a few feet away. So fragile. Our company killed the flightless ones, until they finally which I presume they surrender because the demon kept shouting "Parlay!" We've learned there's a whole tribe of these small fragile things and there's a haunted temple to the east. I remembered that one of the small things called me "heretic". A curious thing to say.

As the sun rose, so did we and we headed towards the haunted temple. I remember the kobold's mention ghost tigers. Sounded like celestial beings or ghost stories that we would tell to frighten the young ones. As i cleared a bath, a flash of white tried to attack one of us. We were on guard on our attacker until it revealed itself. It was a tiger of white with blue cold eyes. Again our druid, Naligor started conversing with this creature. As it left, Naligor told us that it's people were being controlled by some kind of magic and we were to be on our toes for unlike this ghost tiger, it's brothers and sisters wouldn't be as merciful.

As I cleared our path, we finally arrived to another clearing to ancient ruins and a temple in the middle. As I accompanied the party and Odiri played our eyes for the ruins. As we investigated the temple, Odiri came running with three ghost tigers behind her. We had our backs together as it circled us. These tigers was the biggest creatures that I ever saw. One of them pounces on Oranssi. I charged at the ghost tiger pinning the elf down and I got it's attention. He pounces on me by surprise as I foolishly tripped over boulder. It clawed, scratched, and ensnares me in it's jaws. The more i struggled to free myself, the more wounds I would receive. I tried to keep at bay until the demon Frivolity attacked the tiger, setting it off me. I charged at the tiger yet again only to be met by it's claw. A paw that was the size of my head and it so easily knocked me out on the brink of death. A foolish mistake I made, which I also presumed was my last.

'This is death isn't it? This is how I die? In strange lands and most likely these beast's next meal…' I didn't want to die knowing my soul won't be welcomed among the gates of my ancestors. I have to get up. I WANT TO GET UP! I mustered the rest of my strength and approached the tiger that put me down. With the mighty swipe of my axe, I cleaved the creature in two. I was out of breath and my knees where weak and on the verge of collapsing, until Oraniss tended my wounds with his strange magic.

In the middle of our little victory and licking our wounds, a deity appeared in front us. Some kind of creature. A yomi. A creature from our island's dark tales that I thought was a myth. The magic was different to the elders and… dark. It was a necromancer and there was something feral to it, feral like the ghost tigers. Then there was some kind of relic at it's side. It looked like my island's artifact but it wasn't. The wind's started gathering in the center and it vanished as quickly as it appeared. As did we as we appeared back to the gates of Shore Blossom.

I must find this yomi. It must know who stole my island's artifact. I must find it…

Story Time with Odiri - Pt. 1
Adventure 1 - Panthers, Kobolds & Tigers Oh my!

Odiri clatters her way into the Rose Shell doing her tired best to get the attention of a server “ I need another glass of that Maiden’s Mouth Rice Wine after the adventure I just had!” She climbs into a chair at the Carved Table.  “I’ve always been struck with a bad case of the wanderlust but Madam Saru’s tale of ancient adventurers carving their exploits outside the city walls on a table just like this made my desire to see what's on the other side of those 50 ft walls grow even more.” She strokes her hand along the surface of the table and with a casual glance at the samisen player on the stage. “The scroll that stranger dropped getting off the ship didn’t hurt either.” She focuses back on the table “I had no way of knowing what lay beyond the walls was so…vast. I talked a fair group of gentlemen into going out there with me.


I know I can’t survive on my own, that it what a tribe is for. Well…as close as I could get to a tribe in this odd little town. I collected the elf I crossed the sea with, Naligor, a rather large dragonborn named Roth, the noisiest horned fellow I’ve ever met named Frivolity” She glances around the room and lowers her voice to a whisper “I secretly call him Frilly” She looks over both shoulders to double check once more to see that Frivolity Ramshackle was not present. “And then there was Kodu, he seems the mothering type but it kept my tiny behinny in one piece more than once out there. Oh and we mustn't forget Oranssi he seems to be a shaken man but still very useful when I was hurt.”


“We headed right out that gate without hesitation despite the pitying looks on the guard’s faces and Frivolity’s cataclysmic wailing of how we are all going to be cursed to return to the town. To the bottom of the bay with such nonsense! We were just going for a little bit of an explore!” Odiri takes a long sip of her now delivered Maiden’s Mouth Rice Wine. “It was a bit more of an explore than I anticipated. The road from the town just…STOPS right outside of town! I now understand why the towns folk call it the Bamboo Sea because all you can SEE is bamboo!! Get it? See? As in…with your eyes? See?” She chuckles at her own bad joke.”I had no problem navigating my way through the forest of bamboo because once you've seen one forest you've seen them all but the rest of our group seemed to be stumbling through so Roth decided to cut a path in the bamboo with his ax. Despite how noisy bamboo chopping and Frivolity were being the majority of us attempted a slow enough pace to remain stealthy. Our stealth was no match for the panther that ambushed us from the shadows without warning. Luckily, Naligor speaks forest cat apparently because he convinced it to let us be without harm. It was kind enough to warn us of the danger of the Ghost Tigers before it slipped back into the shadows. After a full day of travel, we found ourselves at the crumbles of a shrine of some sort. I volunteered to take the first watch with Frilly, eHEM, I mean Frivolity and wouldn’t you know it the moment every’un falls asleep…” She slams her hand loudly on the table. “ I get hit with a damned BOULDER!”


She takes a moment to throw back the remaining rice wine and ask for a bottle of sake as a server passes her. “From the sky come 3 winged nasties. Cowards trying to kill us in our sleep. Frivolity foolishly tries to reason with them but when their 3 grounded partners came from the surrounding darkness I knew they couldn't be reasoned with so I took aim wiff me bow and obliterated the whole lot of them!” When the bottle of sake arrives at the table she chooses this moment to awkwardly admit after a long classless pull straight from the bottle “The rest of ‘em may ‘ave helped. We spared all but 2 of the winged ones and bartered for information. They confirmed our heading was approximately correct from the knowledge I had of where I was trying to get to. But waaaaay out in the east is where they come from. They being the kobolds but you knew that right? So get this we gotta keep going east ‘cause that's where the damned haunted temple is and who doesn't want to go explore a haunted temple? And sure as snow in winter we start goin’ east and we run into a TIGER” With this she throws her arms up in the air drunkenly splashing sake on the patron behind her. “Dis thing’s head was nearly as big as I was! But we din’t kill it, no we din’t! ‘Cause we have ‘ol Nali Wally havin’ himself a nice ‘lil conversation with this big ass kitty. Am I the only ‘un that things its a little weird that he talks to cats? Whaaaaaatever then we find out that since the Ghost Tiger is by itself it’s fine, ‘cause they hunt in packs if they are controlled by the bad lady. Oops sssshhushh I haven’t gotten to that part of the story.” She attempts to drunkenly physically shush the patron next to her by holding her small hand to their mouth “So the tiger, who I should clarify is NOT an actual ghost. Just wanders the heck off and we run into these reaaal old ruins. I mean OLD I think one of my party said as far back as the Empire o’ Stone, I dunno. So I go poking around the ruins looking for things and stuff and they MORE DAMN TIGERS!”

At this point, she has climbed up to stand on the carved table for emphasis flailing her arms excitedly as she tells the story “ Three of them! Circling us! I bravely ran back to our group and warned them of the impending DOOM!” At this she takes a giant inhale of air” We fought, and we fought, and we died, and we fought, and we got brought back to life, and I shot a tiger THROUGH THE HEAD!” Odiri finished this prideful claim out of breath and swaying with intoxication. At this point, Madam Saru curtly asks her to remove herself from the table and return to her seat. Once settle back in and slightly sobered she continues on “When we finally killed every last one. We were greeted with the most haunting vision of a woman. Her hair was like ink spilled across fresh paper but something about her wasn't fully human. She seemed to be also part tiger. This was the lady the first Tiger warned us about. She was none too happy for us being on “Her Lands”. Just as quick as the vision of her appeared to us it was gone and shortly after that without even really understanding why all of us were back here in the city.” Odiri pauses and looks troubled but very quickly covers it with a sleepy smile. “But here we are, safe and sound.” And without warning her eyes close and her head tilts back and the most ungodly snoring you have ever heard from such a tiny thing emits from her mouth as she falls asleep weary from such an adventure.

Letters to The Timeless One
Part 1

(translated from Draconic)

Most honored master, 

I pray all is as it should be at the temple. My travels with Roth have been met with some progress. Enclosed is my accounting of the happenings of my pilgrimage thus far. 

Tea with strangers: I must say, i had no idea that there were so many of my kind outside of the monastery. It is a bit of a shock to go from being surrounded by the kin of dragons and only speaking our native tongue to using the common language; I pray that I do not offend someone with my use of words. Roth, Son of the First, and I have made our way to a port town by the name of Shore Blossom where we have come into contact with some other newly arrived strangers who invited us to tea and a meal. We accepted the invitation feeling blessed that our arrival was welcomed with hospitality. Son of the First, as you know, can be an intimidating sight to non dragonkin, yet these folk seemed very accepting and did not mention his size.  As we sat at a fairly large table with intricate carving in a small spot we were approached by an musician who regaled us with the tale of a table that was once in that same spot that a group of adventures would sit at after their adventures. The group would carve the map of the surrounding area into the table until the entire table had become a representation of the world beyond the walls of the city. That table was lost in a fire and she had this one created to replace it and she hopes that one day she will have an exact replica as new adventurers carve the map into the replacement. Her story hung in the air as if she were baiting my new companions into being exactly that. I have neither the desire for adventure nor the woodworking skills to accomplish the task, so i was disinclined to such a thing. Roth, Son of the First, was of a like mindset. The others, on the other hand, fell for the ruse as a mouse does a trap with cheese. This was a bad idea. They were likely never to return; as I hear that the wilds beyond the wall are quite perilous. Son of the First and I chose to escort them so that they could come back to the safety of the city alive. Off we went. 

Before I continue, I feel the need describe these folk:

The first is an elf of some renown by the name of Oranssi. I have no trouble with that name as my elven is far better than my common speak. He is a healer of Artemisia and, as such, must be protected. He suffers from a certain ailment that I do not understand. He stated that it was from a time that he was a wolf, but he is an elf. Are there wolves that turn into elves? I can't recall anything about that from my studies.  He keeps saying that he's "seen some shit" which is odd because we all have seen our own droppings and all, save him, seem to be unaffected by the sight of fecal matter. Perhaps wolf scat is more intimidating than normal scat? But I assure you he's an elf and not a wolf. 

The second is a halfling  called Odiri who seems to be able to drink her weight in alcohol. It is an impressive feat for a creature so small to imbibe so much. She must have a stomach of iron. I must mention her skill with the bow. Her arrows fly true and I have seen her fell a beast over twice her size. She seems to embrace chaos as a way of life. I do not understand this, yet it seems to work for her. 

Next comes a most peculiar being. His name is Frivolity and he is a being that I can only assume to be otherworldly. He is hard to describe in a believable manner; suffice it to say that I understood quickly why Roth, Descendant of the Eternal one, did not turn as many heads as I thought he would. Frivolity is extraordinarily loud and his skills appear to be rooted in negotiation. He says many words and I can only assume that his volume is intentional to ensure that as many as possible hear those words. I take pleasure in knowing that we have one who sees peaceful, diplomatic resolutions are the wiser course of action.

Next we have Naligor. Another elf! This one seems to be able to tame cats at will. Before this excursion, I would have considered this to be a worthless skill and I would have been wrong. His prowess with weapons, however, is a different story. His strikes are wild and lack focus. I'll offer to train him since he does not travel with a cat to protect him. 

Then there is Roth, dragonkin, of whom you know. His presence has been a blessing for he is a reminder of home as much as a reminder that I'm not here to become part of human society, but to learn of it.

The wall: we made our way through the farmlands to the north of the city proper for the gate to the outside world lies beyond these farms. It says much when a city puts their food production within the city wall; the wilds must, indeed, be dangerous. Soon we came to the magnificent sight of the massive white wall. It's construction is old, but it looks as though it were finished yesterday. 

The guardsmen at the gate looked shocked more than resistant as we asked to pass through. I am pretty sure I heard them betting money on our odds of survival as the gate closed behind us. We didn't get more than a few yards from the gate before the strangest of things happened. We all received some type of key. Mine was stenciled within my flesh as a tattoo, others received actual keys. This is the magic of Shore Blossom. I know not of things arcane and seek no such knowledge, but I assume study of this gate should be considered by the order. Send Jonna! She would be a most welcome sight and she would find this wall most fascinating. I jest. I did not presume to tell the council what to do and I'm sure the order needs her talents elsewhere. 

Into the wild: onward we traveled into a large forest of bamboo. It is called the bamboo sea; I assure you that it is not liquid bamboo and any ship that were to attempt sailing it would be as pointless as trying to walk on water . The little one proved herself as quite adept at navigating the trees and helping us move along quickly. Roth, Son of the First, cleared a path through the trees with his axe. If ever warriors become unneeded, he has a splendid future in farming. It wasn't more than a few miles before we realized that we were being stalked. A creature was hunting us. In the common tongue the word stalk can mean the shafts of the trees we walked among as well as being silently hunted; this language confuses me often. 

A large cat with fur the color of rich ebony was about to pounce on the little one when we noticed it. As we readied ourselves for protection. Naligor Cat Friend chanted an incantation and the beast seemed to relax. I don't understand these magics, but I'm thankful for them. This was a magnificent creature and it would have been a shame to kill it just because it chose the wrong meal. The cat whisperer then informed us that the obsidian colored beast gave us a crude lay of the land.  It also warned us of the other cats called ghost tigers; creatures of legend really.

The shrine and the heretics: we left the cat to continue its hunt as neither ally nor enemy and continued on our path; Roth Bamboobane still hacking his way through until we came to it. What a magnificent and ancient place! An ancient shrine to the earth mother. This place was once holy ground. I reminded all to be respectful of this place's meaning and significance. Despite the tenets of the earth mother's worship Oranssi and I cleared away the overgrowth and created a shrine with candle and incense to pay respects. I read the parable of the union between the Aion the eternal and Gaea's union from my prayer book. Although once hallowed ground, this was no longer a place of worship and reverence, but we treated it as such. We camped there that eve.

As the night sky chased away the light of day we set a guard duty and laid our weary heads to rest. Then the heretics came. Winged kobolds nearly killed the little one and the loud one by dropping boulders on them. Which was enough to wake the rest of us. We all sprung to action. I jumped to snatch one from the sky, but he wriggled free from my grasp. The healer tended to the wounded. Three more land bound kobolds then appeared charging us. Roth, Koboldbane, swung his mighty maul turning one of them into little more than bloody mist and chunks. Then the loud one did what I thought was impossible; he got louder. 

"Parlay his voice boomed into the night. We all paused at the ready. Oranssi began tending the wounds of hurt little one and the ground kobolds attacked. I intervened and gave them swift, honorable deaths. The little one felled a flyer with an arrow. The other two surrendered. They gave us more detailed information in exchange for two gold coins and their lives. 

The kobolds are part of the Iron Rat Clan. They also warned us of the same mythical ghost tigers, gave us rough directions to a haunted temple and then, though most probably didn't infer it, alluded to worshipping something within Shan-Dao, a kobold city beyond the haunted temple. I know little of kobolds, but what i do know is if they revere something it's a dragon and those dragons are the type to be feared more than worshipped. Not only that, but most of those dragons are the children of the dark one. It is my duty to find out. Ill report to you with more information once I have it. We honored the terms of the parlay and let them live; though I don't expect for much longer of we choose to go to Shan-Dao. We cleaned the shrine of the desecration that the kobolds forced us into and burned their corpses. As I said the last rites of Aion over the dead creatures his cleansing light flashed in their flames; proof that the eternal dragon is not beyond mercy for the lost. And the shrine to the eternal one's consort became hallowed once again. I am no cleric, but I am honored to have found favor with the lover of my patron. 

The white tigers: as we woke the next morning we discussed where to head over breakfast. The little archer determined the haunted temple was our destination; we had little choice since she is the only person that seemed to know where she was going. I'm not sure if that was where we were heading the whole time or if it was her whimsical nature changing our destination; neither would surprise me. We continued on; bamboo stalks no longer meeting an untimely end to Son of the First's axe as we tried to be as quiet as possible; this is relative since the loud one's ability to be quiet is merely stomping about and singing about being quiet at the top of his lungs. Just before midday a white streak blew past Frivolity. It didn't do much other than let its presence be known and if it was an attack; then the cat's martial prowess rivaled the elf who was about to be its friend. Naligor Catlover worked his magic and the cat responded in similar manner to our onyx hued adversary from the day before. 

This cat warned us that the other ghost tigers were enthralled to some ancient force and that their will is not their own. We should not expect them to pause as other felines do. The beast let us pass due to the respect we had shown it. I am certain that this is what the earth mother desires and why we have been given her favor. Liberating these beasts must be done. It is an abomination to be made to serve against one's nature. I gave Gaea my promise to accomplish this. It is honorable and just that her children be returned to her. 

Near dusk we came upon stone buildings in the overgrowth. In a place untouched for decades, such as these wilds, stone can mean only one thing; advanced for its time. The little one set about scouting the perimeter while some of us investigated the ruins. These were definitely Dwarven. Those of us who know history theorize that this is a remnant of the old empire of stone, an ancient civilization of seafaring dwarves that used to subjugate and enslave more than make peace. As you know, a few of our combat techniques come from the knowledge of this empire. I was able to identify a few letters of the carved text in the stone, unfortunately it was too dilapidated to make out much more than that. Then the little scout came running. She never got a full sentence out before we had all realized there were three of the ghost tigers charging at us. A quick glance to the cat whisperer confirmed that there would be no parlay this time; it was time to fight.

 All the warnings we had were still not enough to prepare us for the sheer ferocity of these creatures. They were fast, silent, tough, coordinated and intelligent. This was not instinct that we fought; this was deliberate and malicious. One singled out our healer immediately and nearly killed him. One moved to Roth, Scratching post, and one to me. The battle was a blur, but by the end of it the little one had killed the one I faced with an arrow, I snapped ones neck and Roth, the cleaver, chopped one in half after nearly being killed. This is where I mention that I pity those who train in armor, it slows one's defense and doesn't protect from much. Naligor without his ability to tame these beasts couldn't do much other than practice swinging his club in the air; again I'll work with him on his martial prowess. The real hero of the fight was Frivolity the Booming Voice, none of us had any idea that he could channel his otherworldly god into healing power and without him; there would have been drastically different and unfavorable result to the conflict. 

Now here is the important part; progress has been made on Roth's and my quest to find the holy artifacts of the order. As the fight with the the tigers waged on a voice emanated from one of them invoking our sovereign as if it were an insult. Had I not spent the better part of twenty winters mentally conditioning myself I would have lost focus. Gods be thanked for the training I've received. Naturally after the tigers were finished I whispered my oath of liberation for them to the air. In response a figure appeared before us and threatened us. She appeared to be half and tiger half human. More importantly Golden Sunset hung at her waist! I know not of her connection to the Fangs of Skotos or even if she is in league with them, but I do know she carries the property of the Ceaseless Dragon and she WILL hand it over; of not willingly, it is my duty to remove it from her. My humble request is for you to send me any information we might have access to regarding the Fangs so that I may know what Roth and I are fighting against.

Your servant past, present and future, 

Kodu, Fist of the Infinite

Things to do in Port Shoreblossom before you die...
Frivolous adventures beyond the Wall

Dearest Papa,

Of course this letter will never reach you. Even if I could return to the magnificent crumbling ruin that generations of Ramshackles have called home, the thriced cursed magic that lies upon the anthill of Port Blossom would drag me to this backringed prime. Still I must put these words down, if only to clear my conscious now that once again I have been deposited in Port Blossom for a second time. My first attempt at exploration ended the lives of my erstwhile compatriots, the second expedition beyond the walls ended more fortuitously. This time no blood stains the hands of your virtue blessed son, Frivolity Ramshackle.  But let us not speak ill of the dead. 

I must apologize for not going through with the marriage you arranged for me. But as I told you, I cannot be betrothed to my cousin Temerity. I cannot think of her in such a fashion. Further if it is true that our demonic blood is running thin, perhaps it would be better to arrange a pairing with a Tanar'ri. But enough about family matters. Let me regale you with a tale of my adventures beyond the wall, father.

Once again, I and my erstwhile companions: a cleric, druid, monk, fighter, and ranger ventured out past the gargantuan walls of the accursed anthill seeking stolen artifacts, shiny jink, and new experiences. As before, a bright flash emerged from my breeches as the curse bestowed a physical token of its presence upon each of us. Emerging from the anthill's massive gates we entered a forest strange vegetation that I liken to living sticks. Traveling north, this time guided by a ranger, we discovered a shrine to a local deity, and were ambushed by diminutive dragon-kin, whom we trounced before negotiating a truce with the survivors, subsequently trading my jink for their local knowledge. Learning from the two survivors three important facts: firstly the location of their underground city, second: the presence of spirit ridden ghost tigers, and third: the legend of the haunted temple that lay to the east. My companions decided to chance the risk of traveling in the direction of the haunted temple the next morning at first light. During the journey we parlayed first with a solitary ghost tiger before being ambushed by three more such beasts. Slaying them, we found ourselves transported back to the accursed Port. What a horrible con. 

By the blood that binds us in noble purpose,
your son Frivolity


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