Entry: Athebryn’s Tales of Valour

After the recent travels in the soggy, smelly, lands outside Sandpoint, Athebryn and his rag tag team of followers managed to retrieve goods of great importance for the exotic lady, Ameiko.

Ameiko overcome with emotion, ran to Athebryn, and some others, and asked him if he would guide her to lost treasures hidden deep within the dead city of Brinestump. As to his good form, Athebryn declared his allegiance and plans were put forth to form a caravan of great courage, on the roster;

• Koya, aged with wisdom, her hands weave muffins but her vision sees the future
• Sandru, the mysterious trader, who keeps Koya youthful
• Shelalu, the only thing more pointed than her breif use of speech, is her well used sword
• Luthien, her decadent desires balances her deathly dances
• Theibar, his lion like nobility matches his wolf like senses
• Ameiko, the exotic songstress who lusts for more life
• And Athebryn, the Spritely feyward who makes his own good fortune

Around a table filled with food and drink, they put their plan into action, and without much trouble had set the time for their departure from Sandpoint.

There was but one last little task that the Spritely and the Decadent, before departure, had to do, best explained in song;

The seven swords were so engorged,
Their feats of bread and butter
They spread throughout the neighborhood,
neigh deserv’d of the mutter.

With Merryment and grand tales
Three swords stained the Dragon,
A dish of eleven-fey loave pie
to round off their false braggin.

T’was a bright and Spritely morn,
When should three swords awaken,
an image of beauty unattained,
he chases for her bacon…

“Ye-ouch” he swore upon that pie
as he laid alone and stark,
his manly sword, bent and swollen.
The Spritely’s punch is sharp!

Huddled he ran, shamed and crying
“Damn you elf ‘n’ gnome!”
The parting present, and final word,
Of heroes parting home.

After a brisk ride out of Sandpoint, with admirers so desperate to fairwell us they forgot their clothes and shot us a parting arrow of love, we were on our way to Brinestump.

Travelling the roads, many farmer and their spawn were caught like a trance to the beautifully decorated caravan, with colours so broad, that a peasant will always recall the day Athebryn’s “paint in motion” rode past. The elven folk may have caught an eye or two.

We took a short stop with some other caravans, where Luthien and Ameiko partook in some musical tutorage. Unfortunately Athebryn made the other caravans drool over the delectable dinner he made for our courageuos ensemble, so we thought it best to not tease, and continued forth until one night we were ‘ambushed’ by some unsightly human children.

Unfortunate for them, their skin was not made of steel and did not bare well against the elf’s tools, their colours painted the camp’s ground. Mercifully Athebryn suggested they leave their tools of mistrade, and with the help of Luthien and Koya, they were convinced of less cowardly ways.

Arriving in Galduria, it was clear the townsfolk swelled with anticipation, while they were yet to know Athebryn, they could sense great things ahead. The caravan split off to make various purchases, and sellings, the spritely sold his stories of both mouth and eye to good value. Theibar’s furs where as well recieved as his curoius silk table, and Ameiko and Luthien’s performance was loved by all the town.

To glaze the first leg of adventure, Ameiko took the travellors to the night defying fish of Galduria, and as tired courageous bunch watched the graceful forms of the salamandor, Koya read of a great future and good health, dressing the next leg of the caravan’s voyage.