Embervale Guard Captain’s Log, Arcane Date-Time 140014B VLN 1376
Mage-Governor Alrune allowed us Humans of Embervale to celebrate Lovers' Day.
The villagers worry about the love potions vendor she has invited though - an Illithid. She said there's no point in winning hearts when you can control minds.
I wanted to give her flowers, but now I'm not sure it's a good idea...
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Dresghar's Musings, Chronicles of Embervale, DCP LVII
In skies above, a sight so rare,
Celestial maid in morning light.
With tiny wings, a colt so fair,
A cloud-born foal glides by her side.
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Let's give credit where credit is due : it's Willie who had the idea of the Pegasus foal.
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Embervale Guard Captain's Log - Arcane Date-Time 121020B SNW 1376
Adventurers bragged in the village about encountering Beastmen in the forests nearby. Unfortunately, too many shots of Hatto’s pear schnaps prevented them from clearly telling me where those Beastmen were, what breed they were, and how many.
I have locked them in the dungeons and they may soon be able to provide intel.
Many young fools in the village militia now want to go Beastmen hunting. I asked Lord Dresghar to convince them to drop such a suicidal idea.
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There were very few things Alrune, Mage-Governor of Embervale, loved more than the quiet solitude of her study at dawn. The rest of the castle was, at this hour, caught up in the intricate choreography of the staff’s breakfast preparations - a swirling ballet of clattering pans and arguments about eggs.
In less than an hour, her uncle would interrupt her blissful silence, armed with the kind of unwavering politeness that would somehow make refusing breakfast feel like declaring war on her own kitchen staff. And shortly after, the village bell would ring, summoning her to listen to the endless stream of complaints, questions, and deeply inventive interpretations of Imperial Laws presented by the good people of Embervale.
But for now, it was just her, her cats, and the soothing dripping of a gelatinous cube becoming ectoplasmic distillate.
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This is my entry for Brickscalibur's "Capturing Character" category.
Bonus quiz: how many cats does Alrune have?
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There were very few things Alrune, Mage-Governor of Embervale, loved more than the quiet solitude of her study at dawn. The rest of the castle was, at this hour, caught up in the intricate choreography of the staff’s breakfast preparations - a swirling ballet of clattering pans and arguments about eggs.
In less than an hour, her uncle would interrupt her blissful silence, armed with the kind of unwavering politeness that would somehow make refusing breakfast feel like declaring war on her own kitchen staff. And shortly after, the village bell would ring, summoning her to listen to the endless stream of complaints, questions, and deeply inventive interpretations of Imperial Laws presented by the good people of Embervale.
But for now, it was just her, her cats, and the soothing dripping of a gelatinous cube becoming ectoplasmic distillate.
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This is my entry for Brickscalibur's "Capturing Character" category.
Bonus quiz: how many cats does Alrune have?
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