Glory Tales (translated from Gnome)

Greetings again Glaindyr''schtmpt! It has been a while since I last regaled you in my adventures, but I have been quite busy indeed! After a daring battle with the defilers of sanctity, the murderous swine, my friends and I were able to continue on our way to Fernmire with a large supply of weapons to distribute across the merchant markets, as well as to finally escorting Eridan to his secret dealer. Of course a dealer in secrets would be impressive, which is clearly why Aridyn asked us to come along; with Garl by our sides we will be victorious!

Our travels were valiantly, heroically, and magnificently boring for the next two days of travel as we approached closer to Furnm'arr. Which is great! More time to fill in your back ''Schtmptsy! Together we will make the world proud of Garl and our ventures; shedding light where there be dark. However, as we approached Fernmyre (I like this one best!) Garl was quick to point out this town is shrouded in the most fiendish of faint glows. Eredan told us all that this place has a strong disposition towards magic and religious: We must be at attention at all times friend. Even at the time of retelling to you, danger is lurking, and mysteries must still be solved.



Upon entering the town, Arid'n made his way towards the most luxurious streets within the Market district. The wealthy are sure to shop and maintain shops of their own here, and I'm sure you are not surprised to find out that one of the wealthy shops is owned by two gnomes! Of course you're not. Ary walked into the shop with myself and Moistious while Spikulus kept guard outside and Venturewhip regaled the towns people of our presence and past stories, securing a lovely homestead for our time spent here. His abilities to shine such marvelous light upon our family pleases incredibly so; I can only pray further to Garl for his future benefit. Back to the shop, the two gnomes, Shylok and Shylx, took the magical rod from DinDin and in return gave him a chest of gold. They mentioned that they spend a fair amount of time in the high-end tavern in town and invited us to drink with them some night. Once the forth coming mystery is resolved I most certainly will take care to enjoy their company. They also mentioned that the rod would be ready for sale after a few weeks of preparation by another magic user, and along with their other wares, we are all welcome to purchase from them but should expect a heavy price. At least the worth of Arry's chest's contents for certain.

Now that the quest of Magnificent Escort and the Divinity Rod was complete, the party of adventurers took care to shop around the markets and sell our recent abundance of weapons and leathers. Luckily Sh'lyx and Shylock were able to point us in the right direction of grand savings and dragon hot deals. Within the hour our goods had been sold, and I was off with Pointicufarderic, who graciously loaned me a large sum of funds, to purchase a fine new set of armour. With these new metals I may better serve Garl. The world shall soon recognize his word within three weeks upon my armours first donning.

Spikey and I, now acquainted with Vernacularly Verbose Vern, headed towards the 'Sparrow's Inn', I'll have to explain that one to you another time Glain''. Our party was quickly reunited and we shared our tales from across the city as a thick fog quickly began to roll in, covering the city in a demonic haze. Vernie, began entertaining the few guests who escaped their homes late into the night while Spikes chose to slay the capricious cloud dragons dwelling deep within his mind upstairs in his room. As the night came into full life, our attention toward tales of Orc slaying were diverted by a guard's whistle coming from outside, deep within the brume. I quickly leapt off my stool, and ran toward the sound. Almost immediately I found myself following the lantern of a guard darting towards the poor district of Fernmyre. As we weaved through the streets, and across bridges, I could feel the evil pooled within city walls.

The guard ahead of me finally stopped running meeting three other guards surrounding five bodies scattered on the streets; their faces twisted in horror, sunken and grave. A brief dialog with the guards brought forth only a couple facts: the victims all seems to be from the same street; and that the fog currently obscuring the town is the most spread and thickest ever seen within the city.

I left the guards and returned to the inn. Only Liquix remained with the bar keep; it seemed that the Earburner had left in search of the whistle's source as well. I relayed my new information and within an hour, OralRockulese had returned. After a quick discourse, we agreed to help the city find it's murderer, but once we were all rested.

Morning broke, and while the others dined, I escaped quickly to search for any sign from Garl where evil may lurk. Gifted indeed, the butchery, graveyard, pier, the scene of the murders and a strange house labeled as Prado's Emporium of Mystery and Horror. While at the Pier I met a man, Bascom Yates, who lived in a house boat. He is a fisherman who only a week ago moved from the same street the murders occurred. While lucky to have escaped the tragedy, he however was not lucky enough to notice anything suspicious around the area the night before. He informed me that there hadn't been any really troubles like the five deaths in months. I returned hours later to the inn, and shared the details with the party. Oralitus and SharPeaks had too begun searching the city: SharPeaks was out at the guard post and Oralitus had talked to Erydin who is on his way out of the city as a result of a recent death in his family! Poor guy, may Garl guide the lost soul to safety. Intrigued by the points of darkness across the poor district of the city, Oral and I visited the emporium of horror and mystery. What falsities! Utter waste of gold. However, due to the theft of my gold and the housing of incredibly evil magic items, I sought out the guards while Mouthy stayed within the Emporium. If the house has any bearing on the current mystery I will be most surprised.

Speaking to the guards, they promised to investigate the Emporium and I fortunately reunited with Spikesyoulust. He had uncovered that there was indeed a mysterious death recently - a fisherman, Emery Steele, who employed Bascom, was swallowed by the sea, only to be regurgitated ashore along with his ship; a fact Bascom failed to mention. Together we left to investigate, first checking the other notably evil areas in the city. As fog began to roll in with the night, TallSpike and I talked to the butcher who was brute and short with us, as we we didn't really have questions to ask him, but were only curious of an aura he could not possibly notice. Next was the graveyard: useless; and then the street where the murders occurred.

We began questioning the locals of the area and found Ernie's old house. In shambles, like most of the other shanty houses, it was easy to enter the abandoned stead. Searching through what could not be identified as rubble or furniture, Spikulus uncovered an opening the wall which looked as if it was carved hastily to hide something. The make-shift safe was carved with little elegance and hung open, empty.

As we left Ernie's shambled previous home, a spectre could be seen coming towards us. A withered old man, floating with morose visage, he pointed at the home and shouted for Bascom! Spikulus cried out to the translucent man 'Emery Steele', and remarkably he turned back towards us with hand out stretched. Could this be the ghost of Bascom's boss? The ghost moved towards us and as I demanded for it to rest and go back whence it first came, it began to strike! Our blades passed through the foe almost continually, yet his claw like strikes struck us deep within our being. Pain stakingly, Spikulus and I returned the phantom to his rightful resting place and left with faces sunken much like the five victims found in the street. Having more questions for Bascom than thought possible, we returned to his house boat with the city guards who once brought with the accusation of Emery's death be a murder, quickly made haste. They charged Bascom's place, and retrieved a large sack of gold, of much greater value than the monthly profits of a fisherman. With questions still to be answered, the party was instructed to remain in town until a trial has commenced and finished.

Returning to our beds for the evening, our bodies needed much rest after the grim battle with what was certainly the dead fisherman. I will be sure to fill you in on the next details uncovered!

E'oorlie