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HumblewoodWe are a group of 15 fabulous roleplayers who are exploring the world of Humblewood, home to birdfolk and humblefolk alike. The encroaching fires of the Scorched Grove and growing unrest amongst the bandits threaten the peace of the Wood. Here, you'll find stories of our player's adventures, as shared at the Hawk's Nest Tavern of Alderheart.
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by Jenny W. aka Mavry  Artwork by Leesha Hannigan on Deviant Art I’ve known these folks for five days now, and I’m still not sure what to make of them. People are opportunities, and the ones who don’t realize this are the ones who will lose in the end. These past five days, I’ve met and talked to more folks than I would in an entire year. I’ve fought together with strangers I ran into only hours ago, and they willingly offer me support, healing potions, inspiration spells, gold, and loot, all while knowing how easily I can steal from any one of them. Either they underestimate me or they are incredibly stupid, but I don’t think that’s the case. They trust easily, and I have everything to lose by staying with them. I know this. I know.
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Greetings, friend! Where were we? Under the light of the moon, I had rested soundly. It was as if for a brief moment, in my tiny corner of Everden, the night had reached some equilibrium, some balance that had been so lacking. Thus when I awoke the next morning, I was bright eyed and ready for the next challenge. Once I made my bed I headed to the dining hall; the innkeeper, a kindly Sprig supplied us breakfast for just a copper. Grains and fresh milk! Oh yes please! As we ate, the innkeeper complained about the low coffee supply; there was too much danger for merchants to journey on the roads due to bandits! While listening to their woes, we were joined by a traveler named Fillion, who was another Vulpin. Fillion was an apprentice of Eliza searching for the Gem of Seeing! (This fact would later become very important to me.) Continue reading by Sophie F. aka Huitaca  Artwork by Leesha Hannigan on Deviant Art Dear Journal,
It’s been a long time since I have rested with the smell of apples in my lungs. Of all the things Reya cast our way in the last few testing days, that is what shines the brightest. Memories of the Crescent hearths baking fresh fruit drift vividly as I jot these very letters. I am in disbelief that I am alive to do so! These latest moons were quite a force... |
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