Date: 11-12 August 2025
Chronicle Day: 135-136
Abercrombie’s recollection, frae the quiet watches tae the green‑fire siege.
The night began wi’ the watches set proper.
Rudy an’ Ryn took first watch, wi’ Ryn settin’ the alarm like a careful sentry 🔔.
Kaz an’ Dart took second, Kaz flexin’ like a peacock tryin’ tae impress the lad 💪.
Throsh an’ I held the third, keepin’ the dark at bay 🌙.
Throsh shared his rune sketches, and I copied them intae my journal ✍️, markin’ the first rune we’d seen.
Howls echoed across the night — long, mournful, and ill‑omened 🐺.
At dawn 🌅, travellers were spotted comin’ frae the north, headin’ toward Prospect.
Dart buried himself in the professor’s notes 📚, Throsh sketched the ettin fight and the lizardfolk scrap 🎨, and I prepared kobold wings for tannin’ 🪶.
After a week, we marched tae the town hall and secured an appointment wi’ Mayor Illyana — two days hence.
We visited Howard at the Headless Kobold 🍺, then returned tae the hall in the afternoon.
Dart, crafty devil, used Disguise Self via a meatball tae become a perfect Throsh clone 🍝➡️🧌.
Rudy tried tae forge the appointment book, but Dart fixed the mess 📝.
Back tae the Kobold for supper and drink 🍻, then tae our rooms.
The Bells o’ Green Fire
On the third toll o’ the warning bells 🔔🔔🔔, I awoke tae see the city ablaze wi’ green fire 💚🔥.
Ratfolk stormed the streets — some carryin’ cannons, one wi’ a mechanical arm ⚙️🐀.
The fight was rough, and I came out lookin’ rougher 🤕.
But we broke them, drove them back, and returned tae the town hall, weary but unbowed 🛡️.
