Day: Lightningsday
Location: The Bobbing Cork
As I stood outside the Gates of Judgement, a light snow was falling over Coerthas. The armor Remi provided me did well in the cold. I'm not sure it's enchanted to ward of the elements but the helm seemed to of had some magick work done to it. It didn't keep me any warmer but my vision is undisturbed while wearing it.
Something in Coerthas stirs an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, something feral or primal...I'll be glad to be out of these lands. The winds begin to pick up as make it to Camp Dragonhead. Hunting parties composed of adventures constantly flow in and out of the camp, keeping it alive with activity. I asked one of them, a small lalafell mage, who ran this outpost. She informed me that Dragonhead was garrisoned with forces from House Fortemps and those troops where lead by an elezen by the name of Haurchefant.
Heading south, the winds began to fiercely churn. I managed to make it to the First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena (which will now be referred to as the Observatorium) before the light snow fall became a full blown blizzard. I decided to wait out the storm in a small but cozy tavern. The barmaid there makes a fantastic cup of tea. While I was reviewing my map, two midlander males where in a heated debate regarding fruit. I was too focused on my map to pick up the full conversation but one of them seemed very irate at the prospect of wasting fruit.
The winds died down long enough for me to make it to the mountain pass that lead to the northern part of the shroud. I met a man calling himself a Wood Wailer at a tower called Florentel's Spire. I asked the wailer if there was an inn near by and he recommended a place called the Bobbing Cork at Fallgourd Float. I'll have to thank him later, the beds here are fantastic. Well it's been quite a day, time for a bath and some rest.
-G'renn Tia
Location: The Bobbing Cork
As I stood outside the Gates of Judgement, a light snow was falling over Coerthas. The armor Remi provided me did well in the cold. I'm not sure it's enchanted to ward of the elements but the helm seemed to of had some magick work done to it. It didn't keep me any warmer but my vision is undisturbed while wearing it.
Something in Coerthas stirs an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, something feral or primal...I'll be glad to be out of these lands. The winds begin to pick up as make it to Camp Dragonhead. Hunting parties composed of adventures constantly flow in and out of the camp, keeping it alive with activity. I asked one of them, a small lalafell mage, who ran this outpost. She informed me that Dragonhead was garrisoned with forces from House Fortemps and those troops where lead by an elezen by the name of Haurchefant.
Heading south, the winds began to fiercely churn. I managed to make it to the First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena (which will now be referred to as the Observatorium) before the light snow fall became a full blown blizzard. I decided to wait out the storm in a small but cozy tavern. The barmaid there makes a fantastic cup of tea. While I was reviewing my map, two midlander males where in a heated debate regarding fruit. I was too focused on my map to pick up the full conversation but one of them seemed very irate at the prospect of wasting fruit.
The winds died down long enough for me to make it to the mountain pass that lead to the northern part of the shroud. I met a man calling himself a Wood Wailer at a tower called Florentel's Spire. I asked the wailer if there was an inn near by and he recommended a place called the Bobbing Cork at Fallgourd Float. I'll have to thank him later, the beds here are fantastic. Well it's been quite a day, time for a bath and some rest.
-G'renn Tia
