June happenin's

Two Riders clad in black hooded cloaks riding strangely proportioned grey horses approached the Alloway Farmhold.  One Rider was significantly shorter than the other.  They reined in their steeds; the taller Rider dismounted and tossed his mount's reins to the shorter Rider.

"Hold our steeds, son.  We've business here."  He threw back the hood of his black cloak revealing blue eyes in a lined, middle-aged face wearing a black leather headwrap and strange, off-world goggles.  Under the cloak, glimpses of a brown fringed leather vest hung with a wide variety of trophies could be seen, along with the hilts of a long sword and dagger.  He softly rapped on the farm house door with the armored knuckles of his left hand.

"Miz Alloway, they call me BadShark hereabouts. I am a High Elder of the Deathcrafter Tribe of the People of the Land. My Brother Theory told me you and your husband were honest folk, so my son and I come to offer the Blessings of the Ancestor Spirits for you and your little one. As far as news goes, you should see some relief from the heat and ice as balance SHOULD return to this area. Still going to be a hot summer for you all.  The Duke's war against the King is still balanced, I am told the King himself faced Duke FearWraith in battle only to be rebuffed, but there is still great uncertainty about that outcome.  The Firebeard Dwarven Army broke out of the Capitol City and sent scouts to Aranhod.  A group of the Firebeards enjoyed the hospitality of the Silver Star Tavern.  What a party they enjoyed!   A group of us engaged a Royal work party in battle and I engaged a Death Knight in a quite enjoyable duel.  My son learned quite a bit about fighting Boars, Undead Ogres and Giant Wasps and the differences between them.  We have to return to our own world now, but will return shortly."

"A Blessing of my Tribe upon your household, 'Negatium Perambulans in Tenebris'.  If you have questions, please ask Azlynn to contact me.  She knows how to get a message to me in the world of Hashonen."  He smiled, then lithely mounted his horse, catching the reins tossed to him by the shorter Rider.  The shorter Rider's hood slid back to reveal orange and white cat's fur and eyes, but in the same shade of blue...  They spurred their uncanny steeds and galloped away into the sunset of the western horizon.