Post by Katherine on Jan 15, 2015 22:09:16 GMT
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It is a very serious reality that we might face the extinction of Dragon's Bane. It is logical to preserve as much of our history and culture as possible, should this happen. I sincerely hope that we will survive. Even if survival is the case—there will be a period of time for rebuilding and the scholarly arts are often easily lost during times of clinging to survival and basic needs.
With that in mind, I endeavor to preserve the history of Dragon’s Hearth and Dragon’s Bane.
If you have any stories that you would like to be recorded as we reach an end of an era, an era that will either end in fire or be reborn from it, please share them. I hope to have this tome rendered and magically protected so that all of those in the future can access it.
I have heard little of these things in passing, as I have not been in Dragon’s Hearth more than a year.
Who was in Dragon’s Hearth when it was first established? Do you have a story of that time?
Who was in Dragon’s Hearth when the rogue “King” Quinn fell?
What of the beginning relations with the Fox tribe?
What of the Brotherhood, the bandits that used to plague the lands?
What of the town of Ash Grove that had issues with Dream?
What of the creation, rise and fall of the undead Lord Malek?
How did the trouble with the fire giants begin?
Did you spend time in the fae woods and meet the Old Man of The Wood?
When did you meet Snowfall?
Any stories of the Kovars and Lindens, especially Mama Linden? What of Cobbs?
When did YOU come to Dragon’s Hearth?
What stories of yourselves or others would you like preserved for all times?
Aasha Cathmoore
Scribe of House Cathmoore
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Umm, Lady Aasha Cathmoore?
My name be Hank LeRoix. I'm a cartwright, be workin' on caravans fer th' past three years or so, but I came here wit' Dad n' Mum when Sir Nicholas Quinn led th' exposition ta Dragon's Hearth. Dad wuz a carpenter, he died o' goblin fever last year. Th' neighbours tol' me Mum got hurt by th' Undead afore th' winter, so I came back, ta see ta her. She just died, so I'm gonna leave town before th', um, battle.
But thing is, I got these books. Ya said ya wanted ta 'serve our history, so I figure I better give 'em ta ya. Near four years ago, I helped this strange knight-looking fellow put new wheels on his war-wagon. He used ta be Town Sherriff. Big thing, like it wuz a rollin' guard post. An' inside a bleedin' Circle o' Power!!?? Figure that. Anyhow, his wife wuz th' Town Mayor in those days. She paid me real good fer th' work, more than I really earned, th' fellow had smithed the iron bands fer th' wheels. Anyhow, when we wuz done, the fellow poured us each a cold ale and we sat down ta drink 'em.
Anyhow, they had this pile o' books set aside. Never seen so many. Th' lady mayor sez ta th' fellow, ta pack his books an' maps, but ta take th' copies ta th' new Mayor, some dude they called Taint. Anyhow, th' fellow got real mad, red in th' face, an' curses, angry but quiet. He wuz good at it, too. So th' fellow gives me an extry gold, an' sez take this bag o' books to th' new Mayor dude at th' Invidible Bard Tavern.
Anyhow, I went ta th' Indivisible Bard, like th' fellow sez, but the new Mayor ain't there. So, I go home wit' 'em, don't want 'em lost, figure? Afore I knew it, whole summer's gone, an' when I ask 'round the Tavern, an' find th' new Mayor dude, he says naah, he don't need 'em, keep 'em. So I does. Took 'em on th' road when I gets th' job wit' caravans, ya figure? Something ta read.
Anyhow, I read 'em over an' over. Don't believe half of 'em, an' some wuz borin' ta tears, but put ya ta sleep in th' evenin'. Cuz they be gummint books, figure I can't burn 'em as kindlin'.
Got great names, I wrote 'em down fer ya:
Th' Log o' Malachi Mardis, Chapter VIII: Dragons Hearth (th' Sherriff fellow, I like it)
Letters ta th' Sherriff (Okay)
Municipal Book of Dragons Hearth (BORIN')
Formal Magic Debate (Don't understood this un)
Anyhow, ya want them ta 'serve th' history?
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Hank LeRoix,
I am so very glad that you have responded to my request. Yes, indeed, this is exactly what I have been looking for. I am quite glad that the books were kept safe with you these long years. I would enjoy all of these tomes and will take them off of your hands. How can I repay you for this great service?
Aasha Cathmoore
Scribe of House Cathmoore
---
Well yer Ladyship, figure ya could tell folks Bobert an' Lissybeth LeRoix, that's Dad an' Mum, really liked livin' in Dragons Hearth an' it'd be a durn shame if'n it burned ta th' ground again. Mum's place be open fer whosever will care fer it, it be a nice cottage fer a new family, 'specially if they want ta carpenter.
Anyhow, yeah, ya could keep an eye peeled fer th' Brudderhood o' th' Blade. They wuz thievin', killin', no-good robbers what followed th' townsfolk in th' early days. Mum used ta say, they never killed 'em all an' some jest hid themselves in town.
Course, Mum also sez, th' first Lady Mayor were a witch who raised undead, th' strange-lookin' knight Sheriff fellow wuz kicked outta th' Legion, two guild masters wuz on th' run from th' Numenandi army, th' third wuz a "lady" o' th' evenin', if ya knows my meanin', an' th' fourth guild master wuz a crooked bar keep. An all six o' 'em went mad or got killed, that's why no one never saw 'em no more, even after they left town.
Anyhow, ya got my thanks fer takin' th' books, I gonna leave town now. Ya ever gets ta Ravensdale, ya look me up. I hear they gots jobs an' gold aplenty an' no undead, never more.
Hank LeRoix
---
I will most certainly do that, Mr. LeRoix. Again, thank you very much for the information, it will provide most helpful. I wish you the best of luck in your new life.
Aasha
---
Gee shouldn't the Sage Sargent be taking care of stuff like this?
It is a very serious reality that we might face the extinction of Dragon's Bane. It is logical to preserve as much of our history and culture as possible, should this happen. I sincerely hope that we will survive. Even if survival is the case—there will be a period of time for rebuilding and the scholarly arts are often easily lost during times of clinging to survival and basic needs.
With that in mind, I endeavor to preserve the history of Dragon’s Hearth and Dragon’s Bane.
If you have any stories that you would like to be recorded as we reach an end of an era, an era that will either end in fire or be reborn from it, please share them. I hope to have this tome rendered and magically protected so that all of those in the future can access it.
I have heard little of these things in passing, as I have not been in Dragon’s Hearth more than a year.
Who was in Dragon’s Hearth when it was first established? Do you have a story of that time?
Who was in Dragon’s Hearth when the rogue “King” Quinn fell?
What of the beginning relations with the Fox tribe?
What of the Brotherhood, the bandits that used to plague the lands?
What of the town of Ash Grove that had issues with Dream?
What of the creation, rise and fall of the undead Lord Malek?
How did the trouble with the fire giants begin?
Did you spend time in the fae woods and meet the Old Man of The Wood?
When did you meet Snowfall?
Any stories of the Kovars and Lindens, especially Mama Linden? What of Cobbs?
When did YOU come to Dragon’s Hearth?
What stories of yourselves or others would you like preserved for all times?
Aasha Cathmoore
Scribe of House Cathmoore
---
Umm, Lady Aasha Cathmoore?
My name be Hank LeRoix. I'm a cartwright, be workin' on caravans fer th' past three years or so, but I came here wit' Dad n' Mum when Sir Nicholas Quinn led th' exposition ta Dragon's Hearth. Dad wuz a carpenter, he died o' goblin fever last year. Th' neighbours tol' me Mum got hurt by th' Undead afore th' winter, so I came back, ta see ta her. She just died, so I'm gonna leave town before th', um, battle.
But thing is, I got these books. Ya said ya wanted ta 'serve our history, so I figure I better give 'em ta ya. Near four years ago, I helped this strange knight-looking fellow put new wheels on his war-wagon. He used ta be Town Sherriff. Big thing, like it wuz a rollin' guard post. An' inside a bleedin' Circle o' Power!!?? Figure that. Anyhow, his wife wuz th' Town Mayor in those days. She paid me real good fer th' work, more than I really earned, th' fellow had smithed the iron bands fer th' wheels. Anyhow, when we wuz done, the fellow poured us each a cold ale and we sat down ta drink 'em.
Anyhow, they had this pile o' books set aside. Never seen so many. Th' lady mayor sez ta th' fellow, ta pack his books an' maps, but ta take th' copies ta th' new Mayor, some dude they called Taint. Anyhow, th' fellow got real mad, red in th' face, an' curses, angry but quiet. He wuz good at it, too. So th' fellow gives me an extry gold, an' sez take this bag o' books to th' new Mayor dude at th' Invidible Bard Tavern.
Anyhow, I went ta th' Indivisible Bard, like th' fellow sez, but the new Mayor ain't there. So, I go home wit' 'em, don't want 'em lost, figure? Afore I knew it, whole summer's gone, an' when I ask 'round the Tavern, an' find th' new Mayor dude, he says naah, he don't need 'em, keep 'em. So I does. Took 'em on th' road when I gets th' job wit' caravans, ya figure? Something ta read.
Anyhow, I read 'em over an' over. Don't believe half of 'em, an' some wuz borin' ta tears, but put ya ta sleep in th' evenin'. Cuz they be gummint books, figure I can't burn 'em as kindlin'.
Got great names, I wrote 'em down fer ya:
Th' Log o' Malachi Mardis, Chapter VIII: Dragons Hearth (th' Sherriff fellow, I like it)
Letters ta th' Sherriff (Okay)
Municipal Book of Dragons Hearth (BORIN')
Formal Magic Debate (Don't understood this un)
Anyhow, ya want them ta 'serve th' history?
---
Hank LeRoix,
I am so very glad that you have responded to my request. Yes, indeed, this is exactly what I have been looking for. I am quite glad that the books were kept safe with you these long years. I would enjoy all of these tomes and will take them off of your hands. How can I repay you for this great service?
Aasha Cathmoore
Scribe of House Cathmoore
---
Well yer Ladyship, figure ya could tell folks Bobert an' Lissybeth LeRoix, that's Dad an' Mum, really liked livin' in Dragons Hearth an' it'd be a durn shame if'n it burned ta th' ground again. Mum's place be open fer whosever will care fer it, it be a nice cottage fer a new family, 'specially if they want ta carpenter.
Anyhow, yeah, ya could keep an eye peeled fer th' Brudderhood o' th' Blade. They wuz thievin', killin', no-good robbers what followed th' townsfolk in th' early days. Mum used ta say, they never killed 'em all an' some jest hid themselves in town.
Course, Mum also sez, th' first Lady Mayor were a witch who raised undead, th' strange-lookin' knight Sheriff fellow wuz kicked outta th' Legion, two guild masters wuz on th' run from th' Numenandi army, th' third wuz a "lady" o' th' evenin', if ya knows my meanin', an' th' fourth guild master wuz a crooked bar keep. An all six o' 'em went mad or got killed, that's why no one never saw 'em no more, even after they left town.
Anyhow, ya got my thanks fer takin' th' books, I gonna leave town now. Ya ever gets ta Ravensdale, ya look me up. I hear they gots jobs an' gold aplenty an' no undead, never more.
Hank LeRoix
---
I will most certainly do that, Mr. LeRoix. Again, thank you very much for the information, it will provide most helpful. I wish you the best of luck in your new life.
Aasha
---
Gee shouldn't the Sage Sargent be taking care of stuff like this?