- Markshire PCs:
. I walked into the Dragon Inn that Friday eveninâ€™ and Bel, Durok and Walis was already there, discussinâ€™ what we ought to be doinâ€™ about the seeds Walis was carryinâ€™ fer Frank. Voran was kneelinâ€™ on the floor beside â€˜em in some kind oâ€™ trance payinâ€™ no attention to anyone and burblinâ€™ some strange twaddle to himself in a language nobody was familiar with.
Shortly after I came in, Monty joined us. Barrelgore had told us his kitchen was open for transportation again, so except fer Voran, still kneelinâ€™and burblinâ€™ away, thatâ€™s where the rest oâ€™ us headed. We was thinkinâ€™ weâ€™d wind up in Frankâ€™s camp but the travelinâ€™ magic must o’ been the local kind, cause we made another stop first.
We found ourselves in another part oâ€™ the woodland and glory be, whoâ€™s standinâ€™ there waitinâ€™ for us but Sun-Ok! She ainâ€™t had too much to say and kept backinâ€™ away from us, I guess afraid oâ€™ assaultinâ€™ someone cause we seen she still was wearinâ€™ those damn gloves!
We put the things weâ€™d collected fer her on the ground and she went about pickinâ€™ all oâ€™ it up, all the while noddinâ€™ and bowinâ€™ to us in that funny way she has. Iâ€™ll tell ya! Ainâ€™t no one in all oâ€™ Markshire whoâ€™s as well-mannered as that girl! Some oâ€™ the oafs I hangs around with would do well to take a lesson or two â€˜bout manners from her! Yup!
Anyways, Sun stepped back a good bit from us, closed her eyes tight and scrunched up her face like she was concentratinâ€™ hard on somethinâ€™ ya know? After what seemed like forever, well oh geez, those gloves came slidinâ€™ off her hands like they was all greased up with lard inside!
Sun-Ok run quick over to where we was standinâ€™ and Monty, knowinâ€™ the gloves had to be burned in a fire, shut his eyes tight and began gibberingâ€™ and jabberinâ€™ his magic words, and oh geez, a huge fireball shot out o’ his fingers and flew in the general direction oâ€™ where Sun-Ok dropped the gloves! There was a gigantic clap oâ€™ thunder, the ground shook, and when the smoke finally cleared, there was nothinâ€™ left in that spot! Nothinâ€™!
There was an enormous hole in the forest floor where Montyâ€™s fireball hit. Iâ€™m sure them gloves was burned to a crisp! Vaporized! Along with seven trees, a pixie, three badgers, a whole bunch oâ€™ squirrels and birds and I ainâ€™t sure, but I think I seen three Pellytes strollinâ€™ by that spot just before Monty let go oâ€™ the fireball and now they was gone too!
Well, the thing was weâ€™d gotten our good friend back and ta me it was all that really mattered.
The next stop on the magic local was Frankâ€™s camp and in the blink oâ€™ an eye there we was! Frank and the rest oâ€™ his friends had worked all week cleaninâ€™ up the mess from the battle last Friday. Theyâ€™d dismantled all the cages and buried their dead. Theyâ€™d patched up all the wounded and they was all healinâ€™ nicely.
He told us he ainâ€™t seen or heard from Kalem Salt no more and he ainâ€™t thought theyâ€™d be bothered again by that monster. Then he told us itâ€™d be safe fer us to go about plantinâ€™ those seeds Walis was carryinâ€™ â€˜round for a week in his pack.
Theyâ€™s gotta be planted near the roots oâ€™ the shaftinâ€™ tree, he tells us. Ya know, weâ€™s so used to doinâ€™ stuff fer that damn frog, we ainâ€™t even thought to ask him why the hel canâ€™t he plant the darn things himself! Oh geez! Then Frank says we canâ€™t use any oâ€™ the holes weâ€™s used before to get into the cavern cause theyâ€™s all plugged up! Weâ€™ll have to slog all the way to the Oneâ€™eyeâ€™s fortress in Zariat pass, and then lower ourselves into a cave full oâ€™vipers!
Somewhere in that pit full oâ€™ snakes, Frank says we should be able to find a hole what will lead into the cavern! Iâ€™ll tell ya! That cavern must be vast! Iâ€™m bettinâ€™ if ya dug a hole deep enough, just about any place in all oâ€™ Markshire, for sure youâ€™d find a piece oâ€™ that cavern underneath!
So, off we went, headinâ€™ toward the pass and the One Eyeâ€™s Fortress what lay beyond. We was all wonderinâ€™ â€˜bout Voran, and whether he was still kneelinâ€™ on Barrelgoreâ€™s floor, chantinâ€™ away in that strange tongue what nobody understood.