We’re flying back to Sheljar.
I guess we did what we needed to do, but something doesn’t sit right. A family lost their father and their oxen. A town lost its feeling of safety.
Yes, the stream is running clear again and those evils in the cave complex are gone.
They aren’t going to be harming the town and the standard guards should be able to help everyone feel safe, eventually. The town of Mihrstone can take a small comfort in that.
But I’m not comfortable. Artok’s mission feels incomplete. We lost an ally. We don’t know why this pungent fungal druidism rose to strength. There’s reason to think it is a danger that will be constant now.
Cap’n Crilbort and the Sadijh are taking a group that started as two (Artok and Amos) and is now five — I guess I’m in the group, maybe? — to Sheljar. Artok and Amos will report to their factions. I ain’t got a faction, nor do Rolf and this Crag, we don’t know ‘im yet. But he’s with us, because he’s heard there’s more to this evil than just the one city.
Aft Artok and Amos report in, what next?
Imma little communicator and fixit. I like small problems. I like thinkin’ ’bout how to get Midqh to do new things. I don’t like mysteries. I don’t walking shroom people. I don’t like not-quite dead elves with weird molds on them. I don’t like cursed scrolls and global dangers. And I don’t like losing a friend.
This world is getting more dangerous, not less.
I’ll help where I can. Come up with new ideas. Mayhap they’ll be wrong, but I’ll try. That’s all I can do, that and annoy Rolf by giving him too many options.
In our current Age of Myths campaign I’m playing Xabal, a smaller hobgoblin artificer that uses an eldritch cannon called Midqh. My goal is to be the party notetaker, but with a twist. I’m writing our recaps as if Xabal, a motormouth former Tinkerer is the author.
Other PCs are;
Artok — bronze dragonborn paladin
Amos — elven wizard
Rolf — bugbear monk
Crag — dwarf barbarian
Rest in peace Eustace, the gnome bard, laid to rest in Mihrstone
Full Moon Storytelling 
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