Lek told them, “I will take my leave now with Stephen. Ixen or I will contact you if there is any change with Osay’s forces. So far other than Briarthorn his followers haven’t been very active. I will try to obtain more information for Stephen, but it might take a while…The boy…respects the mad man very much. It’s easy to look up to someone who you share ill experiences with.”
And with that bit of information Lek left. In the morning while the others were talking amongst themselves about the next course of action Varis decided to poke around the scroll shop, not that he was going to steal anything… When he heard these two elves talking about a party a nobleman in Dindulin was going to have in two days. Varis’ became more interested when he heard the words “expensive art”, “very wealthy”, and “corrupt briber”. With the idea lights flashing in his head he headed back to Malbert and Antoinette. A short chat with them and Abigail later and the two short folk were on board on a planned heist the half elf rogue concocted. They were able to talk these two elven merchants into traveling with them.
It was now March. The dirt road was muddy and the morning dew clings onto near bare branches. During their travels they came across other fey folk most of them look liked merchants, farmers, and rangers.
Their ears picked up the sound of screaming. A human boy with cuts with deep cuts all over this body stumbled out of the brush.
“Help! The trees, the trees are alive!”
The boy pointed into the woods with a shaky hand, “We were cutting up fallen trees to be made into weapons when Henry accidentally swung his axe into a live tree. THEY CAME ALIVE! He’s still in there,” He sobbed, “I just ran….”
Our heroes rushed in, saved Henry, and dispatched the living wooden creatures.
Dindulin, the capital of Nanenlaer is a bustling city. Most of the structures were located high in the tree. The party they were trying to find was at the estate of Klindel. It was to celebrate his engagement with a powerful elf sorceress called Hazel.
Our heroes obtained some fake invitations with the agreement with the inn keeper that they were take a certain small sculpture from the estate anything else they could get was theirs.
During their little break in they found out some interesting information. The demons that patrolled the area who were said to be under Klindel’s control were really under Hazel’s. Varis let it slip that he knew about the real cause of Datshun’s destruction and a succubi accidentally let it slip to Varis that Osay was her true master.
Sein Lenn was a large harbor city, but smaller than Rion. A mass iron-like vines matted and twisted together made a wall between the city and the surrounding forests. Buildings sat in large weeping willows that looked like they were hundreds even thousands of years old. The trees here were infused with magical properties ages ago which prolonged the plants life-span. A few of the denizens looked at the heroes strangely as they walked pass.
The Watery Foot sat atop an oak tree close to the town’s main square. Inside the store there were a variety of food stuffs most of them were from different countries. Behind the counter was a young blond elven woman with golden eyes scribbling things down in a large red cover book.
“Greetings and welcome to the Watery Foot, my name is Ina. Is there anything I can assist you with this wonderful afternoon?” She smiled.
“We need to speak to you, dear lady…about Vander…” Antoinette said quietly so the other employees could not hear her.
When she hears Vander, she immediately froze. She reluctantly called a fellow employee to work the counter and took them to the storage room in the back.
“I thought he was dead…not that I expected to hear from him after I snuck him onto the ship. It was better that way. I wanted to go with him, but my parents would have tried to find me and if they did…they’d find him too. So he is alive? Where is he? What has he been doing all this time?” Ina asks desperately.
After they gave her the news.
“No…that is not the Vander I knew…He wouldn’t kill those innocents. That can’t be him. I refuse to believe he’s…a this mad man this monster…He’s a good man…he only turned to the dark arts because he…they wanted a way out from the vicious cycle that plagues all non fey in Nanenlaer. He has a good heart and I refuse to believe that he is this so called evil man now. Please…I know it’s pointless but if you can…please don’t kill him. There has to be some kind of explanation for this,” Ina stared them down, “I won’t give you the name of the ship until you promise me…you’ll try to capture him alive…”
Antoinette said, “We promise to to everything in our power to capture him alive.”
“Give me a couple hours. I would like you to bring him a letter when you capture him.”
The Fly Crane was the name of the supply ship and from what Ina said it was destined for Gadarn. However the ship never made it there. It crashed into the mountains of the southern Wilds. She doesn’t know where the exact location was, but the harbormaster would probably know.
Harbor Master Klin “Eh? I’ve got all the records? The Flying Crane you say?” He looked in his records, “Shipwrecked in the Branded Mountains. It was carrying elven artwork and other decorative pieces to Gadarn. What exactly ya looking for? Aye fortunately everyone on the ship survived. I be having a list right here. I also have a list of goods if that’s whatcha looking for.”
Osay was not on the list.
“I can be giving you the located of where the ship was wrecked…may I be asking why you want to know?”
“A client wants something retrieved,” Varis lied.
The old sea dog looked up from his notes, “Oooo the Wilds? You be nuttier than a loon if you want to go there.”
Klin explined that The Wilds can only be reached by boat. The Wilds are an extremely dangerous place. The only town is Haven which is more like an outpost. Klin stressed that they would not survive without a guide. Their best bet was to find Eagle-Eye and employ one of her rangers. One of them probably knows their way around the Wilds very well. The natives in that area aren’t for the most part a welcoming bunch.
Taking the captain’s advice the sought out Eagle-Eye again and was given a halfing as a guide. Bit is a halfing originally from a cannibalistic tribe from the Wilds. As a young fella he decided he wanted to see what laid beyond the Wilds. A student of Eagle-Eye, Raina, found him in Haven and took him to Eagle-Eye after he explained his intentions.