Lundar's Library

Day 44, Year 538 of the Ascandancy

Today I found myself in yet another Dal’Noth hunt,
with a good sized group of exiles. However, the hunt seemed to me to
end as soon as it was begun, and I was dissatisfied with the brevity of
the hunt(though I did make some 60+ coins from bounties). I quickly
invited more exiles to join the hunt, via the sunstone, thinking to
form a Dal’Noth party by combining the remnants of the first hunters,
and the new arrivals. However, as soon as the new exiles arrived on
Dal’Noth, the old party left. I was now stuck on Dal’Noth Island with a
bunch of exiles hungry for excitement. Luckily, it was just then that
Tarf decided to walk into the Darshak Horde out of pure boredom, and my
party and I quickly rushed to Ash Island to rescue the mangled dwarf.
However, the Darshak Horde has this strange habit of making people
dead. That was exactly what happened to us.

We quickly fell to the the marauding Darshak
pirates, and the few rescuers that came to save us only ended adding to
the body count. We were blessed only in the fact that there were no
“elite” Darshak present. After lying around the horde with the group of
obscene and slightly insane men(and I don’t mean the Darshak), a good
sized group of exiles actually managed to rescue us. We prodded the
poor Avaric for a while, then left the ashen isle for Puddleby. I even
got to take a cigar home as a souvenir. Of course, the Darshak pirates
were not about to let a bunch of exiles traipse around their Horde with
impunity, then return to their homes unscathed. After the Darshak
high-ups had sorted out what had happened in the Horde, they decided to
send a Darshak Warship to Puddleby, containing the dread “elite”
Darshak.

What followed was chaos and mayhem, as the pirates
poured forth from their Warship, and with the aid of their “elite” were
able to invaded into the very heart of Puddleby itself. Luckily for us,
there were nearly a hundred and fifty exiles present in the lands that
day, and the Darshak were no match for the exiles, who swarmed upon the
pirates as ants swarm an elephant. An interesting thing to note, is the
strange flowers that happened to pop up near the western gates during
the invasion. They were a sickly black in color, and were probably
planted there by some Darshak pirate with a sense of humor. Any exile
who happened to come too close to the flowers fell asleep, grew
sluggish, or just plain died of the poisonous blossoms. The only way to
be safe of these “Deadly Poppies” is to have some training of the mind,
so of course, I was unaffected.(Check out a Vision Stone of the Deadly Poppies)

After the Darshak were repulsed from the isle, a
few valiant exiles pursued the Darshak to Ash Island. There were elite
Darshak abound everywhere, but somehow we managed to erradicate the
Darshak menace. Next time maybe Tarf will think twice before stepping
into the Darshak Horde. On the other hand, this may just encourage him.
*Shrug*