9/9/213 - Report of Mythtoleerdeax Keaphaud
General Summary
I had hoped to leave the tedium of recounting our most average treks into The Wilderness to my more scholarly focused companions. I understood well that it was unlikely that every step taken outside of Gatefalls boundaries would make for a story worth spinning into Coin, and in the beginning this was a rather unremarkable journey but things did turn strange in the end.
We met a newcomer to Gatefall, Petra Wagner, who was apparently here seeking a new lease on life after she ran afoul with the Church of Pholtus...or the Church running afoul with her more like. A charming lady from Eisen it seems, though you warmbloods do often look alike so admittedly it took me a few days to catch on she was indeed a lady. My confusion on that matter was shamefully obvious but she didn't seem to take much offense. Honestly her story, just as many of the others I have met, does seem worth digging into and recording at some point. We (Helena, Djinn, Gunther, Petra, Randy, and myself) packed gear and took the Bounty to explore North East toward the mountain range. We quickly discovered a roving pack of Aurochs, something like very large cattle. I mention them because I do think they might make a decent source of meat and leather for Gatefall, though harvesting such beasts is beyond my purview. Though Gunther did show a fascinating magical talent for speaking with the creatures, they made mention of some undead being in the area (though we never saw any) and I suspect they may be of similar type to the undead mentioned in a few other Adventure Reports I've seen from other Groups. Our trek over the mountain range was long, about four days or so, but mostly uneventful. As much as I would like to describe some harrowing climb, it was just cold, and that is about all. On the other side of the range however we did find ourselves stumbling into a Cockatrice nest. We we able to kill off the ones there though Helena did take a nasty bite from one and actually turned completely to stone, confirming the old stories about these horrid little beasties. Djinn was quite inconsolable to start but after a day's rest the effect did wear off and she was back to her jolly old zealotry. Beyond the mountain range was a valley that stretched into wide plains. Again nothing song worthy, but we did discover a decent source of gypsum and ellond scrub. We also saw a pack of Axebeaks, mean bastards that they are, we were able to avoid any issue with them.
It wasn't until we planned to head back that things started to turn strange. We saw in the sky a strange flying creature, though it was clearly no bird, it was, as you might say, humanoid. Working our way back up the mountain we could hear a pained animal call and upon seeking it out we discovered some ruins. Now these were rather interesting. Around the outside of these ruins I found a couple sets of reliefs, of which I took some rubbings to bring back. My plans are to make sure Lyudmila gets to see them before handing them over for any sort of record keeping, though if they are not asked for I'll happily keep them to show anyone who is interested. In the center of these ruins we came upon a flock of Harpies terrorizing a winged horse. A strange sight indeed, straight out of the old stories for sure. We took to battle with the Harpies to rescue the injured horse. Their song was beautiful, I recall losing myself to it as we were attempting to get closer, only coming to and finding their claws buried in my flesh. As painful as it was, Gunther suffered worse. We killed or scared away all of the flying wretches but Gunther lay on the ground. I checked on them...and I am telling you, on my honor as a Bard, Gunther was dead. I am no doctor, but I know what it means when something isn't breathing and has no heartbeat. Helena was quite fascinated with the winged horse and seems rather intent on nursing it to health. But after, we decided to bury Gunther, as none of us were familiar with any rites of Merika. As I was watching, putting thought into a decent story to tell in Gunther's honor, they tossed themselves from the dirt being piled atop them. Gunther had risen from the dead. They didnt share much in telling of the experience....perhaps it was all just blackness and then suddenly...not? I am unsure but its quite amazing. A true miracle of one of the Gods....showing their reach does extend quite potently to this world. We have decided to call the place of the ruins Gunther's Fall. A satisfactory consolation prize, I would hope, for actually DYING.
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07 Sep 2022
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