Nonny detailing the adventure with the trees and the archdruid to his family:
“Auggie asked me to go out again with him, seems he heard about our windfall and was interested in trying to find some cash himself. I’d have rather stayed out of this one, but since he asked, I decided to help him out.
A few new people have joined us, it seems more than just Auggie heard about out last trek and decided they wanted adventure too. We had a big guy, Brock, and a twitchy little one who’s name was difficult to pronounce. Atchy or something. Both seemed capable in their own ways. We were also joined again by the elderly wizard, the oddball elf, and the skulking halfling. Unfortunately, Surogg said he’d rather jump off the city than visit those woods. We could have used his skills as an interpreter.
New World Diary of Jaera Roren
As we walked towards this section of forest, I noticed that the weather over the trees seemed to darken, despite the rest of the world appearing bright and sunny. It stunk of a foul curse and some intense magic controlling the trees and harming the forest.
Further on, we saw some small gray humanoid figures sprinting away from the forest, apparently scared. Perhaps the forest is rightheously defending itself? As we went towards the figures to speak to them, we heard screaming – their village was under attack…by enormous trees! I vowed not to hurt the trees, but my companions leaped into battle, so I attempted to ensnare the trees, and support my companions with healing magic and guidance rather than injure anyone.
We took out one of the large trees, but most of the work was done by catapults launching large flaming balls at these enormous creatures – a victory, though my heart goes out to the trees as they seemed cursed by some evil magic I cannot hope to understand and the flames wielded by the small humanoids will haunt my dreams.
Albanous’ Second Adventure
Some of our party decided to move in and help the villagers, though Nonny’s brother seemed to have an odd fascination with attempting to snatch up one of the Murlocks.
Eventually the tree monsters were dealt with and we met with a group of the Murlocks who fought back against the tree creatures with flaming projectiles from a distance, pretty crafty work honestly. Most Murlocks did not speak the common language spoken across the rest of the world, so it was difficult communicating with them. One creature, I’m assuming was their leader, spoke a fairly broken version of our language and was able to tell us that the dead trees in the forest grow back every night despite the fact that they burn half of it down every night. He then informed us that there was some druid in the center of the forest causing this mess. We also asked the leader what they were called, but we couldn’t understand what he said, so someone suggested calling them Murlocks, and that name stuck.
Some of our party members, injured from the combat with the trees, decided it would be best to stay in the relative safety of the Murlock village. So we rested for the night before making our way further into the forest to resolve these problems, and hopefully keep them from spreading over into the cities farm lands. This is when the adventure took a weird turn.
The next morning we wandered through the forest for a while, heading in what seemed like the right direction thanks to the druid and the halfling. Suddenly, the old man started beating himself. He wouldn’t stop even after I took his stick, so the big guy had to hold him down. It seems there were more little folk, even smaller than the last bunch this time, who were playing tricks on us. They seemed to have a particular grudge against the old man, I’m not sure why. Some of us tried to fight them, but the seemed harmless enough to me. I was more worried about the giant spider that showed up. but he was far more interested in the little guys, and paid no attention to us. Another fight that we had very little impact on.
Around this time, we get halfway lost and stumbled upon a hag’s house. As I sensed magic in the area, the entire clearing she called her home lit up as though the entire clearing was an illusion. She is clearly much stronger than any of us and I am glad we escaped with our lives. Some day in the future, we will need to return to this area and examine her home and her intentions! Her house smelled awful – clearly there is dark magic afoot here.
She…laughed at us when she figured out we were trying to find the cause of the forest’s suffering, telling us she would lead us to the dark druid’s home…for her enjoyment. A vile imp walked towards us, under the hag’s command as she said he would be our guide. This imp, dark and evil though it was, did eventually lead us to the druid’s hovel. As he saw Auggie, he attacked immediately, further making me distrust that man.
Tenebrous was incensed that Dobatha had lead us to him, and immediately entangled most of the others in grasping vines. I managed to duck out of the way, and was in the process of lining up my shot when the big man, Brock, simply hurled a rock from his sling, and with a lucky strike to the eye dropped the evil druid instantly, releasing the vines and bringing the fight to an unsatisfyingly quick conclusion. But a quick fight is a good fight, and its good that everyone survived our second adventure.
When we went in to investigate the druid and his hut, I came across a nasty surprise. The druid had transformed into an old colleague of mine from home named Bartholomew Kingsly. He was the sage of a nearby village, and we had done research together in the past. He was a few years older than even me, and had actually retired well before I had left to come to the new world. I have no idea how or why he would have come to the new world, or where he gained his new found powers. I suspect that there was some sort of magic that had brought him here, and that he didn’t come under his own will. I hope he has found peace wherever he is now though.
All his enchantments seemed to fade away, including the one binding us, and we were able to investigate the area. He muttered something about Auggie being his son as he died, but that was just nonsense.
Doing so, I found a scroll that, while I could not read or recognize it, I handed over to our magic experts, one who attempted to use it on the altar and succeeded. This caused the altar to change from a darker entity to a pure white one. Noticing that this resembled the transporter that gets us to the town, a few members used their pendants and instantly disappeared.
Not wanting to risk it, the remaining members of our party buried the old librarian, and left to go back to town, where, luckily, we met up with the other members of our group that had disappeared earlier.