Don't Rub a Treant's Lumps

I'm not too sure what I can write about this day. I'm too familiar with the delicacies that must be taken when dealing with communities that wish to stay hidden. In respect of the druids of Tebrook, I have removed their location from my map and will try not to disclose much of our visit to their home. The only reason we came across these people is because we needed a guide through the Limerick Forest, a dense forest that is impossible to navigate. And even then, it was almost impossible to convince them to help mere outsiders.
 
Following Gisme's instructions, we came across an interesting discovery. And... followed that discovery into the trees. We weren't very stealthy about it, and were found out. But still, the wood elf lead us to his people. He was hesitant, having already been partially shunned for interacting with outsiders many times before, but he told us there was a problem that was causing his people to suffer, and that we might be able to help.
 
And I guess they really did need help.
Note to self: Don't rub a Treant's lumps
 
This thing literally walked - WALKED - into Tebrook and just sat itself in the center of the town. Honestly, I thought it was some sort of sacred tree, but no. His name is Oaken Grove. And his entire grove was destroyed, "drowned in death". The wood elves seemed less concerned about this. Considering they hadn't even bothered to talk with this ancient creature. The issue they were suffering from was that the sacred weapon of their deity had been stolen. And those two issues were definitely connected, to no one's surprise.
 
Before I forget about this strange occurrence; we did stop for a meal before our trek into the woods, back the way that Oaken had come. The owner of this place and her companion squirrel - whose name I wish to include because it was so charming: The Emperor - gave us tarot card readings. I know very little about such things, but I was... almost excited to hear what the cards had to say.
 
Page of Pentacles: An offer is going to come, accept it.
 
Gax and Misht's readings were also curious, Misht was definitely intrigued about his. I don't know how Gax feels about his, but I do know he doesn't really think that... outisde of the box.
 
Two of Swords: A decision will come to you, use your head
(Gax might just start slamming his head through walls)
Five of Swords: Choose your battles, lay down your swords
(I don't know what battle Misht is fighting, but I hope he chooses wisely)
 
Following the Treant's path through the forest led us to a horrid display of decaying nature, exploding spores, and fungal infested carcasses. A red mold and violet fungus had over taken the terrain, giving birth to hordes of Vegepygmy. At the source of this decay, was a wood elf's tree house. A crazy blood and mold covered elf met us with the sacred bow, casting mold into the surrounding landscape and spreading the spores.
Once he was dead, we'll say he fell off the edge of his tree house, we retrieved the bow.
And we spoke the sacred words.
I will not say what they are, because it would not be fair to the elves to have this information leave their home, but I felt alive. I felt incredible purpose in using such a powerful and meaningful weapon. We spread life with it, before returning it to the elves.
 
At that point, we become aware of a third and far greater issue that the elves have been suffering. They have been preparing for war, to destroy the humans of Arbor Harbor who had been tearing down the edges of their forest. I don't know why this never occurred to the elves, but we quickly - in hopes of protecting the kind hospitable people of Arbor Harbor - reminded them of their bow. It brings life, why couldn't it rebuild the trees that the lumberjacks had taken?
And thank the gods it worked! Both the people of Tebrook and the people of Arbor Harbor agreed to this arrangement. There is still going to be tension between them, and Tebrook stands to remain hidden, but hey! Look at that! We stopped a war! That deserves some celebration!