It is the thirteenth day on the river to Bezia.
Tomorrow is hopefully our last day on this wretched river
Early in the day we encountered more. damn. rapids. Andre maneuvered our boat well enough to avoid the worst, thank the gods.
Around lunchtime we came upon a boat tied off on one of the riverbanks, with a pathway leading into the forest. Andre found a message inside written in dwarvish:
"Begin my path / tread it exact
And you and I / shall make a pact
The treasure mine / from many years
Take it away / as well my tears"
Though the party largely wanted to avoid this situation, I asked Murg to consult the bones once more. Overwhelmingly, the answer was weal. The footprints, the trail left by whomever, had no scent and was only visible to those that followed the footsteps exactly. It led us to a strange dwarf walking slowly through the forest.
A gift from beyond the grave
The dwarf introduced himself as Anvilsmite of Clan Hardrock. He had written the message, hopeful for a dwarf, but instead decided to give some kind of treasure to Murg. He led us to a beautiful glade full of wild violets, and though we learned he was/is spectral (or some kind of dead), he allowed Theo to take some. He was killed by Niveroni slavecatchers, just as the dwarves (of the region) were slaughtered by Niveron and Escaton (because the dwarves were their only real opposition).
From beneath the hill of wildflowers, hidden under the earth, we (were directed to) found a beautiful ebony strongbox with immaculate diamond locks. Murg investigated and opened the box to find a seal letter, bloodstained, and a ribbon. Reunited with the letter and the ribbon, Murg seemed to give the dwarf peace
(notably from the loss of his daughter Eliza Hardrock). The dwarf, in turn, left us with a veritable hoard of gold and goods in the same lockbox:
Providence of purple (hoard)
Inside the strongbox, gifted by the dwarf, we found:
4312 gp = 1200cp + 9000sp + 2400gp + 100pl
8x (25gp) dwarvish micropaintings
(200gp total)
1. r I. scroll of
cure wounds
2. potion of superior healing (r III.)
3. potion of growth
4. dust of dryness
The box itself is a
dwarven spiritbox, used in dwarven burials. This one in particular could be worth upwards of
500gp
Arrival
The morning of our last day on the water was a hasty one, as
most of us just wanted to be off the water. We stopped as we reached a bay before the plains of Bezia. The rivers ahead were part of the heaviest of fighting (per the Accord), and we chose instead to take to the plains, leaving the boys and their boats behind.
Back upon Dawn, with Theo in the saddle with me, I once again found myself upon the plains of Bezia. It is two days to Bezia on horseback.
The first day passed without incident. We could see Bezia from camp that night.
On the second day, around midday, we spotted forms riding to the east. It was Theo that called out their heading: directly towards us. Izol, using the eyes of his familiar, spoke to/with the riders: Redtail Raiders.
"Bezia is currently under the control of General Sapphire."
Upon mentioning Theobold
Hornraven, the tabaxi raiders seemed to become willing to grant us safe passage.
Upon seeing Steel, Platinum Claw (my cousin) pulled his crossbow on Steel (and his allies on Steel's friends). Unsure of what to do in the face of their threats, I (and the party) agreed to follow them to Bezia.