Aporeu chronicles Issue 350: Noaz, Where Art Thou?

Stories from the adventurers

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A testament to the camaraderie of adventurers, a search party sets out into the unforgiving wastelands in search of a lost member, with little information to go on.

Noaz, Where Art Thou?

After his ceremony, Noaz left on his own into the wastelands. Though very dangerous and very lethal, we received word that he still lives. One of our own adventurers managed to scry on him and what she saw was somewhat disturbing:
"First there was heavy breathing,
then cackling laughter sounding from all around.
Finally, a dimly lit rocky terrain,
the vision veiled by red".
Now, we would like our Mithral adventurer back and seek a party willing to get him.

Ulfgar

Togeth’r wi’ Jade, Gerolt, Cahir an’ Quen ah went inta tha wasteland tae tha west o’ Arnheim cactus tells meh ‘t was tae tha east o’ Arnheim.
Jade had sent u’ ae le’er aboot wha’ tae ‘spect, ah’m jus’ glad ah visited mah sis on time tae read it! We had prepared with enough extra food, drink, warm clothin’ an’ tents, so on oor way we wen’.

We ha’ ae map an’ people knowin’ how tae read it an’ so we spent a day walkin’. Event’ally a camp wa’ made an’ after eatin’ we went tae sleep. Durin’ the nigh’ how’ver we were approached by gnolls, hy’na like creat’res. We fought ‘m an’ won, includin’ one big ‘un who ‘sploed when ‘e died. Gerolt di’ capture one o’ ’m tha’ was questioned.
Tha next day we had tha capt’red gnoll lead us tae tha cave where Noaz shoul’ be. When we came tae a tunnel inta tha ground there wa’ some talk abou’ wha’ tae do abou’ tha gnoll. Jade said ‘kill ‘m quick so ah chopped ‘is ‘ead off.
When we went inta tha tunnels we tried tae be stealthy bu’ with mah helmet ah cannae see well an’ ah’ kicked some rocks. Tha’ did cause a gnoll tae come fer me allowin’ Jade tae shoot ‘m in tha head.
Aft’r fight’n oor way through tha gnolls we cam’ tae a bi’ cave where we found Noaz. When Gerolt gave ‘m a hand Noaz tried bit ‘m. We fought ‘m an’ some gnolls, an’ o’ course we won, or ah wouldnae be alive tae write this. We knocked ‘m out, mopped up tha gnolls an’ then left.
Tha figh’ wa’ annoyin’ with stone spikes comin’ from tha groun’ impalin’ people, an’ some blackness clou’ appear’ suddenly… but of course we prevailed, an’ brough’ back oor frien’.
‘E did seem be’er aft’r ‘is mask was off an’ broken, tho’ tha mask did smoke yellow smoke…

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Lauzea: Dweomersinking suspicions part 1