Returning from the Lizardfolk Temple, having slain the Balrog polluting the waters, Flint negociates with the just-starting-to-recover Beaver Army, who agree that fighting with the water supply should be considered a war crime, and that moving forward our two factions will trade supplies for Agates, rather than blackmail. Once back in town, the returning water level encourages the city to celebrate with festivals that waste more of the now-plentiful water than should be believable.

A travelling wise woman, with a wagon full of oddities, has been whispering prophesies to folks, trying to entice adventurers to take up a simple task for her, in exchange for the answer to any 3 questions we might have. She merely wants us to gather for her a vial of special water, from a nearby spring, but warns we’ll need to go soon before the spring… stops being there.

Our troop sets out:

• Flint, eager to recover lost memories of his past
• Ken, seeking where to find the ultimate herb
• Geoff, with many of his own secret questions… having made an additional deal that if he should perish in the quest, the right to ask said questions could be willed on to another.

unburdoned by a fleet of support asses, as the directions we were given were only a few hours out of town.

Whats the ass-to-ass ratio? - Ragu, pondering how many asses it would take to carry 100 bear asses, were we given such a petty fetch quest.

After awhile, we’re alerted by incoming screams in Common, and see a man get tackled by a feathery, shiny raptor – who then both blink out of existence with a Pop! As we try to find the other screams, the same pair burst out of different bushes, but when Geoff hurls a ‘dart’ at it, the raptor rears back and blinks out without the injured man. The party splits, with half trying to protect the injured, but when too many raptors down Geoff and Ragu, Flint decides to… bury the dude alive with Mold Earth, to hide him from the raptors, and run after his mates.

An odd battle ensues, including a friendly bear spirit, a shadowy tempest of freezing cold darkness, Ragu cooking up a rolling ball of fire, and a whole lot of blinking about. When the darkness blew away, the last of the raptors fled deeper into the jungle, and three terrified hunters survived to tell the town our tale.

The way forward then became clear, as the pair of trees making up the arch we were told to navigate by comes into view. Walking through, the jungle seemed to shift a little into a stronger, higher saturation form of itself… as Ken experienced one of his best trips.

Previous Chapter: Brownwater

Dramatis Personae

• B - Flint Stone, amnesiac wizard, Wizard/Monk School Headmaster and Head Mayor of Greenstone
• T - Anea, Druid
• N - Ragu, sage Lizard Chef
• M - Ken Leaves, the down-to-earth Furbolg Cleric Druid
• G - Geoffery Armstrong, Human Fighter with a heart of gold? definitely has a heart there, yep.