03/08/2021 - 18 Months
Everything's cool. We have ages.
General Summary
Turns out Graz was every bit as charismatic as I expected, and even more so! We made a quick deal with the frogkin to find them a new home in which they wouldn’t be a nuisance to the lovely shining lake. Old ‘your majesty’, the matriarch of the frog people, gave us a scrying stone. Never seen one of those up close before – but I hear that they can be used to communicate words and images over great distances – probably magic. Best leave that to Graz.
We left on average terms. They’d kind of agreed to not harass the people of Watersmeet, but they didn’t sound 100% on that. We went to tell Big Dave the average news!
He was less than impressed. But he seems more worried about his re-election campaign than he does about the safety of the townspeople; we enquired as to when the big vote day was:
18 Months!
We have 18 months before Big Dave is really screwed. And I’m pretty sure as long as we get a thumbs up from Big Dave we’ll get paid by Linda. So, the mission is still on. (despite many of my comrades thinking it would be a great laugh to help the toadfolk summon Cu’ul, or whoever it was they were after.)
After a mishap with a truly dreadful triangle performance, and a misunderstanding on the exact meaning of the word brothel we decided to keep a low profile for the night.
The next morning we decided to take a look down the river to see if we could find a new home for the froggers. We jumped on a barge and travelled around a bit, not spotting any great spots. Then we bumped into a handful of elves. With gold eyes. Lil was practically shaking with excitement.
My vision wobbled. Things went grey, black, white, and back to colour. My head span. And….
We were elsewhere.
‘The Feywild’, we are informed by the ancient elves; the Eladrin, one Zirrion and his compatriots.
These elves also knew of our exploits with old Rile. Very in-the-loop. Maybe these elves are less insular than others I’d heard tales of. Maybe they were planning on us finding them. It’s hard to tell, they’re so shifty. Being all welcoming and friendly. I don’t like ‘em one bit. Except, I’ve never really felt as comfortable as I did there…. in the Feywild. Luckily I snapped out of whatever weird magic they were pulling and made a quick deal with them:
The toadkin are relocated to the Feywild.
We sort out their murder mystery thing.
Probably not in that order.
I’m pretty sure that was agreed. It’s all a bit hazy looking back on it now that we are returned to the real world.
Standing before us is the dwarven city Forgehome, home to the Ironbeards. Whom the victim of the murder, one Farrownah ‘friend of the fey’ Hammerguts, was a part of. Apparently a real peaceful kind of dwarf, if the Eladrin are to be believed. If we can bring the murderer to justice then we can return to the Feywild and sort of this whole toad escapade finally. Only thing is, we are not dwarves, and the security here looks pretty tight.
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