Date: 10 August 2025
Chronicle Day: Day 134
Abercrombie’s recollection, frae the forest’s fury tae the trees that speak.
Watches set:
- Dart & Ryn: first
- Rudy & Throsh: second
- Kaz & I: third
All passed uneventfully.
At dawn, Kaz was benchin’ a Throsh-sized log.
We planned tae head back tae Prospect via overland passage—4–7 days.
A day and a half in, we heard a weird, throaty poppin’—like a cassowary’s call.
“What, by your cold-blooded nut sack, is that?” —Rudy
“A blade-bird.” —Throsh (an axe-beak)
Kaz fell prone, attacked.
Throsh too—then both fell unconscious.
I loosed a bolt from Flying Death—it struck true.
Rudy healed Kaz, Dart cooked a meatball and singed the attacker.
Ryn hit the blue button on his armour, shoutin’:
“The feng shui in this forest is shit!”
Throsh revived, but Rudy fell.
Dart’s acid ball dissolved a wing, bounced tae the next.
One axe-beak impaled its foot on a log.
Flying Death struck again.
Rudy revived, barely conscious.
I felled the last—bolt through the skull, beak split on exit.
Then came the elven woman, flanked by two hunters.
She spoke wi’ Throsh about the “bitsa’s”—we were on the right path.
Rudy made a crude remark—an arrow whistled past him and Kaz.
Ryn tried flirtin’ in her tongue, askin’ tae shorten our travel.
One guard stepped forward—six more emerged.
Rudy’s pants were altered—elven yoga pants, all freedom, no secrets.
She named herself Galadriel, communin’ wi’ a tree.
She opened a portal—we crossed through.
On the other side, we made camp.
Watches set:
- Ryn & Kaz: first (Alarm set mentally)
- Rudy & Dart: second
- Throsh & I: third
First watch: quiet.
Second: owlbears attack.
Dart engulfed one in flame.
Ryn cracked Kaz’s axe—it glowed.
Flying Death bloodied our foe.
Rudy fell unconscious.
Kaz beheaded the last, Rudy still in its mouth.
Throsh healed Rudy.
Third watch: quiet.
Next morn, a commotion ahead.
Rudy and I snuck up—two Ettins, arguin’ over a tree.
Rudy discerned its movement—they didn’t.
“Oi, you dumb shits, I’m the moving tree, over here.” —The tree
Rudy escaped.
I was hit twice, blacked out, then healed by Rudy.
Ettins defeated. We rested.
We spoke tae the tree.
It spoke tae Franklin, who spoke tae Friedrich—the tree near Prospect.
We travelled through Franklin’s portal tae Friedrich.
We are now a day’s travel from Prospect.
“The birds fell. The trees spoke. And the forest gave us passage.”
