2008-01-05 The Journey Begins

In honor of the fact that we are on an RP server, I wrote a short table setter below for our group. Embellish, deny, etc at will, its all in fun. Don't expect my submissions to be filled with accurate lore, though. I make things up as I go along. Enjoy.

Phillyperdue munched happily on the corpse of Maggot Eye as she worked to break the right wrist bone of the filthy gnoll. She wanted to free the thing's paw from it's wrist so that she could return it to Executor Zygand for the reward promised by the wanted poster. A scrap of crumpled leatherskin slipped from the gnoll's pocket.

"Wayfarer's Rest. Sunday. It is time, and we must act now or all will be lost." The bloodied scrap must have come from some other adventurer that had fallen afoul of Maggot Eye. Philly had made sure Maggot Eye would murder no more. But what about this note? And what would come of this meeting when whoever had carried this note didn't show?

Philly had travelled extensively through Tirisfal Glades. The tiny town of Brill was not enough for her, even at her young age, and she had taken in the great underground metropolis of the Undercity. The crash of the Blood Elves ship far to the north was well known in UC, as were great stories about the wondrous city that had arisen there. Silvermoon City. That's where the Warfarer's Rest would be found. And Philly had a good idea how to get there. Perhaps she would just "happen by" the Inn on Sunday and see what developed. Philly was ready for some adventure.

In Durotar, across an ocean from Philly, a troll labored among the red desert rocks to make a life for himself. Huldukrieger, a hulking young warrior, found a similar scrap of skin with the same intriguing message. Where did it come from? Who had written it? What troll could resist such a curious message? Huldu determined that he would find out.

And in the fine city of Silvermoon, three travelling blood elves, newly graduated from the expert trainers of Sunstrider Isle, took rooms at Wayfarer's Rest. All three carried in their pockets small scraps of leatherskin with the same message. As they settled in for the night, each unaware of the other, the three - Arquelion, Konpeito, Braeco - wondered what might await them on the morn.

So begins the journey.