PHLAN – Still no orc hordes. I tried to send a messanger up there with
Hogswatch greetings from the city of Phlan – even when an old friend of
yours finds himself King of the Orc Tribes, it pays to send a fruit
basket once in a while, perhaps especially in such
circumstances – but no one would take the job. I tried explaining
that no, really, the leader of the tribes is a good and faithful Sunite
and an old friend, but everyone I asked to do it just quaked in their
boots and muttered about the last time they saw an orc and how far
their campfires reached into the dark night around the edges of the
city as they waited to seige it at dawn, et cetera, et cetera.
I think these people find it very difficult to change with the
times. I hope the new year finds Haktor well. I bet he’s
bouncing a couple of little… orclings, or whatever they’re called, on
his knees even as we speak.
Word is that Tel has disappeared from Elventree after flipping a coin
and seeing it land on its side. I can only assume this is some
sort of Tymoran tradition, some sort of spirit quest sort of
thing. Or he got bored of watching Elventree fail to build
casinos. Your call’s as good as anyone else’s on that score.
G’dam apparently went down into the larder for a jar of preserves one
morning, touched a portal, and disappeared. She’ll doubtless turn
up a few months from now wearing foreign clothes and talking about a
visit to Faery.
Keth has announced his departure to go and unite the barbarians in his
mountain home. Perhaps he’s gone to teach them the exotic ways of
pants. He is to be commended for his earnest attempt at
civilization in his time among us, and given all his talk of “making
sons,” I do hope he makes more than a few.
The interns have finally gone their way from Elventree as well.
It is my hope that they will return after they have attained some
measure of glory of their own…
…but perhaps not more than we have.
Berol, of course, keeps vigil over his new temple in Sessuadra.
That dark knight, his holy book chained(!) to his revived chest… it’s
enough to make a Sunite blush. I do wish a brighter god had seen
fit to inspire such heroism, but anything beats Cyric and the Zhentarim
and all the rest of the entourages of the old god of death. Berol
(as Kelemvor’s voice) has certainly attracted followers and faithful, and
to live in such a place, so surrounded by the whispers of dead things,
dead people, dead peoples, dead religions and powers and all the many
manner of things antiquity can manage to abandon in the path it walks on
its way to the grave.
Ugh. It’s hard to even think about for long.
A dead city, a wild magic zone, its only inhabitants the gargoyles and the giants and whatever else hid behind doors even we left unopened…
Phlan may be dull, but it’s remarkably safe when compared to at least a few of the alternatives.
At any rate, I’m teleporting down to Elventree tomorrow to spend
Hogswatch with Rock and Gerhard. I’ve been invited to be the
honorary host of a banquet for the city staff, but begged off.
Hogswatch is for family. (more…)