Adventurers Log - 3rd March 2015

Adventurers Log 3rd March 2015 - written by Forrest


The shovel dug through the ground at the base of the gnarled tree at great speed, propelled by the barbarian Halguard's gigantic muscles. Aramil toiled in the dirt beside him, shoveling dirt out with his bare hands. They were focused on the task, neither wanted to be here when the Guiac's came back.

Vulcarne stood to the side, seemingly at ease, but with his elvish senses focused on the edges of the clearing in case of danger. He kept watch on more than just the forest though, but also on Tarn who had seemingly disengaged from the scene temporarily. He did that now and again, either gazing deeply into his latest acquisition, a book that seemingly defied normal sight with a shadowed effect, or by gazing deeply into the sky, muttering to himself.

A muffled "Clink" sounded as the shovel unearthed a buried object.

Halguard threw the shovel to the side as he and Aramil reached in to grab the object that the shovel had disturbed. They placed it on the ground, Vulcarne stepping closer to get a better look. Quickly they unraveled the object, a cloak, encompassing a dirt caked stick of about a foot in length, an unfortunate water sodden book, a tarnished silver ring and a gritty dagger.

Halguard reached in and grabbed the dagger, he brushed it off quickly on his bear skin rug exposing the bright shine of the underlying worked metal. "This is durenese steel, of the best workmanship!"

Aramil focused on the cloak, brushing the dirt off to expose a light green shaded cloak with a insignia consisting of a tree inlaid with a bow and arrow "It's a border ranger cloak, a cloak from my people! These cloaks are never gifted lightly, they must be earnt by years of service. This is no guiac trove, they must have taken the map off the bodies of my comrades! I am glad we were here to make use of this rather then the evil scum. The contents must be important for us to bury the trove, perhaps magical. As Tarn is focused elsewhere, let me see if I can detect such!"

Aramil's eyes unfocused as he communed quietly with his god, within a couple of seconds his eyes flared green for a moment, then they darted around the equipment. Within seconds the green glow in his eyes faded and he let out a sigh.

"There is magic here my friends. The cloak to begin with, the carved stick as well, as is the book. The ring and dagger appears of good quality. We may be able to see more of the stick and the book one we clean it"