"Good things come to those who wait."---Greldum Drobe, captain of the White Rhino's military corps, addressing his young apprentice.
Thanos Dreadstone Journal
The day I fretted would dawn has finally come. The unknowns searching for Verdanon have
finally found him. Whilst the rest of the monastery held back the onslaught of attackers, I put
my best effort forth to try to secure the young lad's safety. Taking a hidden passage to the
outskirts of the monastery, we fled into the night, despite Verdanon's constant questioning on
why we were not staying and fighting. We fled to the nearby town of Covlier Copse and waited
for no more than one week to see if any other survivors showed up, as was ordered by the sensai, Tolthick Boreguard.
During our stay, we made ourselves useful by helping about with the daily chores. We stayed with
a nice old lady Named Old Mrs. Rycorn.
As the week progressed and it seemed less and less likely any other survivors would show up, I
contemplated on what course of action to take next. I had my mind set on travelling south,
towards my liferock, Ayodhya. I planned to find a small to medium sized village in which
Verdanon could open a smithy and continue his art. After staying with him for no less than 10
years uninterrupted, I would return to Ayodhya and set up a modest monastery near there.
Once a year, I would return to the village to check up on the lad.
However, this plan came to an abrupt end when a large troll came to the village in
search of me. As I thought this quite odd, I informed Verdanon to hide and then flee if this
should be a trap. After meeting with the troll, I surmised that this not be the case. He told
of his meeting Thisonius and his message to Verdanon and I that we must travel to the
Dir-Salarian Ruins, the location which was shrouded in mystery. It was good that we now had a
path to follow. The troll, known as Thrake Thunderfire, offered his services to us on this
journey. I pondered as to why a troll would so readily offer to come with us and I wondered
where his clan might be, but I did not press issue with him.
During the rest of the week, we got better acquainted with Thrake. I judged him to be
a most worthy companion for our future endevours. Alas, no others from the monastery arrived,
so that night, I did a quick, four hour prayer for the deceased, may Jaspree have compassion
The next morn, we gathered up our items, thanked the townfolk profusely, and began our
journey toward Throal. It was there we hoped to consult the Great Library of Throal. It was our
best bet at finding out the whereabouts of the Dir-Salarian Ruins.
We kept to the lowlands near base of the Throal mountain range. On the way, Thrake
showed his prowness in hunting, giving us a good supply of meat. I, on the other hand, kept
to foraging about the landscape, coming up with some nuts, roots and even some berries. Even
though we managed to procure a large amount of edibles, with mine and Thrake's voracious
appetites, we had little over. It concerned me not; I knew Jaspree would keep us well nurished.
A few days into the trek, a stranger emerged from a nearby forest. Always on guard, we
waited until he approached. He introduced himself as Zyrin Eyeswide and he
was on the lookout for some poachers. We told him that we had not seen anyone suspicious but
would be alert to any beings fitting that category.
Near the end of the day's travels, we came upon an encampment that was obviously the
place of rest for the beforementioned poachers. The hung hides of the now deceased storm wolves
brought a heaviness to my heart. As we planned out attacked, I prayed to Jaspree for the souls
of the departed animals.
A short battle later, we had neatralized all the poachers. After tying them up, a large
bonfire was built in hopes of attracting Zyrin Eyeswide. Plus, it would keep some of the more
timid creatures of the night at bay. Thrake began a troll post-battle ritual, which involved
banging on his shield loudly. I acknowledged to myself that this may draw the attention of some
of the forests braver nocturnal hunters, but I knew that even if such an event took place,
Jaspree would keep us alive. Indeed, the loud banging did attract the attention of an
espagra and it decended unto the party. Thrake, with his many wounds from the previous battle,
fell into unconciousness. Verdanon and I dragged Thrake under a table in order to defend
against the espagra's diving attacks. It seemed to lose interest in attaining its difficult
prey and left the vicinity. This place seemed cursed with dangerous encounters, so we broke
camp and left for the forest. Our captives pleaded for us not to leave them there. I told them
that we would be back in the morn, and, if they were still alive, we would free them. In my
mind, I would let Jaspree choose an appropriate punishment for them.
And choose Jaspree did. For upon our return, we found one member gone and the other two
bleeding and near passing out. Jaspree had acted as Jaspree had seen fit, and I had no qualms
with Jaspree's actions. I hoped that this taught the remaining poachers a valuable life lesson.
After freeing them, we continued on our way to the great city of Throal.