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hard wood cylinder -"Podo, Julian - who shall take the cylinder, and who the wedge? Selithe - you plan to return to Angel Springs. Let not this 'burden of death' return with you to our beloved valley."
black stone cube - Airin
glass sphere - Dwight
blue stone pyramid - Kendry
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hard wood cylinder - Julian
black stone cube - Airin
glass sphere - Dwight
blue stone pyramid - Kendry
steel wedge block - Podo
To Dwight TwiggebundlerScribbled at the bottom is a hasty note in the same hand, albeit not as neatly written:
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Son,
You know I don't put words to paper much at all, so I have one of my friends from Angel Springs writing this down for me. Tell 'em who you are, Grady. (Hi, Dwight - this is Grady the Bookbinder writing for your pa. He brings me excellent birchbark a few times a year.)
So, I have letters from you. About the Druidic Grove - I found out later what that was about, mostly, I guess. Seems you were mixed up in the birth of a talking baby goat, is what I heard.
Son, are you sure you are with the right sort of people? I sure worry about you sometimes. You always seemed to keep things to yourself. Then, all of a sudden, WHAM! - some pearl of wisdom falls from your lips, and I have no idea where that came from.
I know you have a good head on your shoulders, son. And I was going to tell you I'd like to see you around here again, soon.
But there's been some trouble in town. Those folks whose company you have been keeping - There was a terrible hubbub when I delivered a wagonload of small cherry trees to a fellow who is planting them outside of Angel Springs. No, there was no trouble with the cherries. Rosy Tart Pie Cherries they were - the ones we have to put nets over so the birds don't eat them all up in the Spring.
But you don't need to worry about cherry trees. Tell you what I heard.
Some monsters have been showing up in Angel Springs. Monsters, I tell ya! There were these skeleton dogs that the militia took care of. One of the militia men told me himself! And he said that you were consorting with a skeleton maker! Well, I punched him in the nose, I did. Almost got arrested, but some of his friends dragged him away. Huh. Never thought I'd punch a militia man. You know usually I'm a peaceable hobbit. I know you would never consort with a skeleton maker.
There was a giant and a goblin that came with three ladies all the way from Hovel, and they were looking for you and your group, Dwight! Now, someone claimed they were your friends, but I can't believe you'd be so foolish as to make friends with a giant, nor a goblin. I didn't raise you so foolish, I know that. Someone almost killed the giant, until Burgomeister Calfast Rowgold Tunnely himself put a stop to it! And the giant didn't even try to defend himself. Just called out, asking for Proto and Slith and Kender and Arnon. And DWIGHT!
Well, that got me to thinking even more. ARE YOU MAKING FRIENDS WITH GIANTS? Son, son - don't be foolish. They can squish you with one hand! And remember what they tried to do to our valley some years back. Thankfully we've got those towers. But people are riled. "How did he get past the towers?"
Well, I have to admit, that Tunnely fellow has a way with words. He got folks to decide that the giant and his funny goblin pet are really decent. Bomar, I think they called the giant. Lomar? I forget.
Well, I got asking around town about you. Finally, a nice young lady took me by the elbow. Said her name was Leska Rose. She told me NOT to tell anyone else what she was going to tell me. Made me promise before she would tell me.
She said that you and your friends were off to Dourscale. And that you are with the Woldian League of Adventurers. And she said not to punch any more militiamen.
All right. It's best you hear this from me. DO NOT COME BACK TO ANGEL SPRINGS RIGHT NOW. That's right, don't come back right now. Seems there are some bad folks afoot who are trying to find you. I would say more, but I'm not going to, because if someone finds this letter, I don't want them to know what she said. And no, I'm NOT talking about the giant. I'm talking BAD FOLKS!
Look, you should tell your friends, too. You can let them read this letter, if you want.
Just don't come back right now, son. I don't know how long to say you should lay low.
Maybe when all this blows over you can come back and help me. You have a way with saplings.
We love you, son.
Write when you can.
Love,
Pa
D - not sure how accurate all these stories are. When things are safer, though, drop in to my shop next time you're in town - maybe you can help me sort things out. -Grady.
Into my life upon an assOnly time might tell. If the rings are by now ready, he places one on her right ring finger, and lets her place the other on his right ring finger.
One day arrived a sleeping lass
Knew I not then that she would move
My heart to depths before unreached
Nor that in time our love might prove
A key to hope, a means to teach
[to be added here later.][OOC: Love you all. May this not be the end of Crescent Valley adventures. Thanks for your attentive & creative DMing, Glenn. Your friend -Kim]
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