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2023/03/25: Workin' for the Malot

General Summary

Embark: Fast Day Ascending, Festival of the High Sky, 597th Year of the Scale
Return: Trails Day, 2nd Week Shine Waning, 597th Year of the Scale
  Mahi the Imp's Report:
“We set out to extend the bounds of civilization in the devil-forsaken lands. We saw fit to forge ahead after finishing the build of a new fort. The cliffs are perilous. They sprout tentacles that grapple and ooze. Do not try to run, they catch all that move. The sacks are susceptible to piercing attacks, but a bath of puss awaits the victorious.  
Continued we did, against my advice, as always. Two wyrms stuck from the sky. It seemed that only death awaited. My master fell twice. We’re it not for the song of Goldbroad he would be in a place much better than here. Phupha Cobblethread and Donegal fell from a cliff. The bold bard saw fit to teleport my master gone to save themselves. So noble. Lo, I chased the two fallen from the mountain side, for all my intelligence, vengeance consumed my black heart, and I chased the dragons below. I fought a valiant fight, but still fell to their sting.   Though one died, one still remains. After that, I know not what happened, but I was resummoned by an ounce of strength. With a spiked tail tucked between my legs, I returned, carrying the weight of my master. What do I ask in return? Naught! Save the comfort of the bosom of a hero’s groupie, a plate of still-beating heart, maybe a thanks?! Sigh yet, here we are. Perhaps I shall see fit to thank our adventuring comrades, but that day is not today."   Donegal's Report:
"Thar cliffs be utter madness! We faced Boar and Hippogriff. Easy prey, but a mad tangle of Vines attacked us!! It was the size of whole cliff!! Dispatched in flames, Bolts and stones! Those Wyrms though . . . Lucky for us they like the taste Axebeaks far more that Gnome and Human or we'd have been surely dead. Fairst, One took on us. We fared well against it, but when it 's mate arrived we were done for.   Tried as we might to best them, they were too much far us! Like the imp says, Iva Dennegrom was struck down! Phupha Cobblethread and I, we whipped from the road and set on a course to sure death off the cliffs! With some quite rites and mummerings. She save us both, uttering a spell to slow our fall, then again conjuring a portal for us to climb my rope into. But not before a Wyrm attacked, Breathing Frost for Asha potion and one last crossbow bolt felled one Drake. It's mate took after my screaming Axebeak, but for love of all . . it was madness, foar sure!"
Report Date
10 Apr 2023

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