Creepy Woods and Music so Sweet

I swear to the Tamuzid...this group...
 
So I ventured out with Fivin, Grrr, and this new old tortle who introduced himself as Tello...and was weirdly obsessed with pollen and the weird pollen things that caused hallucinations. He wanted to go to the river crossing and we told him that's where we were going, but instead we went to the Raven's March woods, to seek out the ogres (he was totally fine with it). We went up by Badger Hill and around the back side of it...since no one had ever gone that way before and it just seemed kinda obvious.
 
Doing so we discovered these three towers called the Treble Towers, according to Fivin, they were used for worship and the 'power of prayer' to fuel something called a Tower of Nargoul somewhere north of them. Not sure what that means, but I know Nargoul is the god of death and that's bad...mkay.
 
After leaving the towers in the swamp we were then attacked by griffons in this big swamp area and verily slaughtered them. Grrr harvested the meat from them...which took forever...
 
Then he wanted to back track and look for the nest which was on top of the tower that we just left. I sat on a rock while he climbed up the tower, Fivin chilled with me and Tello was into plants. While waiting around for like 2 hours for Grrr and his paranoia, and Fiven did a bunch of magical checking on a stick Grrr found, I wrote a song:
 
In the mountains up high,
Where the winds they do sigh,
There's a creature with wings,
And a lion's body it brings.
 
Oh, the griffon, so fierce and free,
The king of the skies, for all to see,
With talons sharp and feathers bright,
It soars with grace and takes flight.
 
 
With eyes that gleam like gold,
And a roar so bold,
The griffon is a sight to behold,
A creature of myth and legend told.
 
Oh, the griffon, so fierce and free,
The king of the skies, for all to see,
With talons sharp and feathers bright,
It soars with grace and takes flight.
 
 
From ancient times to now,
The griffon still takes a bow,
A symbol of strength and power,
A creature of awe and wonder.
 
Oh, the griffon, so fierce and free,
The king of the skies, for all to see,
With talons sharp and feathers bright,
It soars with grace and takes flight.
 
With wings that span so wide,
The griffon takes us on a ride,
To a world where dreams come true,
And skies are painted with hues.
 
Oh, the griffon, so fierce and free,
The king of the skies, for all to see,
With talons sharp and feathers bright,
It soars with grace and takes flight.
 
So let us sing and cheer,
For the griffon, a creature dear,
A symbol of strength and might,
And a wondrous sight in flight.
 
THEN we finally made it to the woods...which was like super dense and then filled with a lot of dead trees. There were spiderwebs and vines and a whole lot of transmutation and necromancy magic. One of the trees looked like it had also been hit by lighting. I cast some spells to shake the trees and draw attention while the other found stashes in the bases of some hollowed out trees Grrr was again all paranoid that it was all a trap...and this time he was right, we were beset upon by a bunch of twig and vine creatures. We destroyed them all and delved deeper into the woods, where we came across an even larger tree and slime and compost monster.
 
Obviously we killed him too.
 
I wrote a limerick about him during my watch:
There once was a scary, slimy old tree,
Its branches twisted like an old key,
With eyes that would stare,
And roots that would ensnare,
It gave the whole town the heebie-jeebies.
 
Also during my watch a bunch of dancing lights appeared. Mr. Badger's said that they were spirits and that they were his 'friends'. But I had no clue what they were and refused to go talk to them. Badger got his knickers in a twist complaining about women and such and I took off my ring so I didn't have to hear him.
 
I was going to say that it wasn't worth it...but then in the loot I saw it. A cittern...but not just any cittern...a Mac-Fuirmidh Cittern. A instrument true instrument of the bards...one of seven. I had heard these instruments spoken about in hushed tones...I can't believe I now have one in my hands. With this in my hands...I'll show them all..all my exes and that asshole Braun that I'm better than they could ever imagine.
 
This instrument deserves something more than the taven stage...when I get back to town, with my gold burning a hole in my pockets I'm going to build a theatre...yeah...a true stage to perform on...