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The Doclopedia #1,690
And Then…: The Delicious Stew Event
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So yeah, our hunting and foraging went well, and then Hishik started cooking up a stew. Now as you well know, that lanky sand elf is a great cook. Why he’s running with a bunch of fortune chasers like us, I’ll never know. If I was him, I’d have me a restaurant in a big city and be raking in the coin.
Now, about an hour into the simmering, that stew was smelling mighty good. The air was full of that delicious odor and yet we were all still surprised when the first two Greatwolves showed up. We all jumped to our feet and Wirda drew her sword while Bunsun started an incantation. Then three more of them showed up and we started rethinking things.
See, Greatwolves are maybe three times the size of any regular wolf and smarter than the average person you’ll meet on the street. They’re fast and deadly and real hard to even hurt, let alone kill. The five of us might have stood a chance against two of ’em, but five was a death sentence. When three more showed up, we all sheathed our weapons, forgot about spells and waited for them to do what they were going to do.
And what they did was walk over to that pot, look at Hishik, look at the pot, then look at the stack of plates and bowls. Hishik got the idea and started dishing out the stew.
Well, the Greatwolves ate their fill, bowed down to Hishik, then trotted off and were gone into the dark. We all say down to eat jerky, dried berries and water. While we ate, we agreed that from now on, maybe I should do the cooking.
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The Doclopedia #1,691
And Then…: The Too Many Bugbears Situation
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Now, Count Otalatom, please hear me out as to why all of the expensive fabrics you sent us to get are all soaking wet, along with the four of us and all of our possessions.
You see, we were on the High Trade Road, returning from Edvogon with your fabrics, and then things took a very bad turn. We had already fought and defeated the bandits you feared we might meet, when we came to Linvin Woods. Now normally, that small patch of woods holds nothing to fear, even in the dead of night. It is especially, peaceful at high noon, which is when we entered it.
So imagine our reaction when we saw five large and well armed bugbears coming through the woods from the south, and five more coming from the north! Trying to fight them there would have been suicide, so we made a run for the Red Canyon bridge. We naturally assumed that once on the bridge, the much larger bugbears could only advance one or two abreast, giving us more of a fighting chance.
Alas, there were at least six more bugbears waiting on the other side of the bridge. They were just as big and well armed as the other ten were. We rapidly discussed strategies and decided that the best plan of action was to leap off the bridge into the cold, deep and fast flowing Red Canyon river 90 feet below us.
This we did and miraculously all survived. Half an hour later, the river deposited us into Lake Moyudal and we swam to shore. After a bit of a rest, we made our way here. It was an 8 hour walk and thankfully your majordomo allowed us to rest a few minutes before leading us into your chambers.
I understand your concerns about the fabric, sir, and I feel sure that once properly washed and dried, it will be fine. However, I do feel compelled to tell you that the Queen has taken the protection of her lands and citizens very seriously of late. The fact that at least 16 bugbears have set up shop so near to a major trade route will not make her very happy, especially when she will be visiting here next month. It might…oh, yes sir.
Well then, lads, that got him out of here in a hurry. I reckon him and his soldiers will clear out that bugbear problem by tomorrow or the next day. Now, let’s just repack those expensive fabrics, grab a few valuables and go down to that little dock we saw. I reckon with a bit of a wind rowing, we can be 40 miles south and 20 miles up the Vundulu River before the sun comes up.
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