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PostPosted: Fri Aug 29, 2003 5:19 am 
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/ooc The following is a story describing my acquisition of one piece for my Necro Epic, The Head of Sir Edwin Motte and my attempt to get that rare piece of equipment, a Fishbone Earring.

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As I scribe this log, I hope that future generations will find it useful or at least entertaining...hopefully legible, as I am so tired...so tired...

This very evening, two important persons in the land of Norrath met their demise at my hands. In Qeynos Hills lie the corpses of one Sir Edwin Motte and a particular fisherman by the name of Hadden.

It has been years, long years, since I fought with nothing more than my sturdy and dependable pet at my side. For years now I have always been accompanied by my living comrades and I felt myself growing soft...felt the need to test my mettle one on one with a few dangerous enemies, to prove my bravery and hone my skills. It certainly has nothing to do with being so short.....

Having heard the whispered rumors over and over, from the bowels of Qeynos Catacombs to the secret tunnels below Freeport, I knew that Sir Edwin Motte had recently slain one of the servants of master necromancer Kazen. I had it in mind that perhaps if I was to rise above the lesser casters into the ranks of necromantic greatness, I would need to appease Kazen himself, and kill this Motte character for him.

That is what brought me to Qeynos Hills. I had a roguish comrade of mine steal a copy of the Freeport and Qeynos guard schedules and knew that Motte regularly served as messenger from Freeport to Qeynos. I waited near the valley leading to Western Karana, my pet and I behind some bushes, within earshot of the nearby guard tower...watching...waiting...and then he was there! I almost didn't have time to react, as Motte immediately sprinted, at full speed, down the road, without so much as stopping to check in at the guard tower. A quick ROOT and he was caught. I risked a quick look at the guard tower, but they seemed too distracted to notice the plight of their brother. My pet immediately engaged, I invoked the wrath of my lord Bertoxxulous, and despite Motte's ability to Lay Hands upon himself, he soon lay bloodied and dead at my feet. My Visceral Dagger made short work of the decapitation, and I stuffed the Head of Sir Edwin Motte deep into one of my backpacks. "This will make a fine present for Kazen" I thought.....

Feeling thus pleased, I decided to risk another nearby venture. With my pet in tow, I made my way to the fishing lake in Qeynos Hills. Aside from the usual riffraff (fishermen, guards, erudite travelers) I was alone. This, I was sure, was the place where the famous "Hadden" came to fish. I opened up my tinkered talk-and-listen device and began communicating with the members of the guild. Did anyone know much about Hadden? How often does he come to fish? Does he always wear the earring for which he is famous? "every 4 hours"..."every 6 hours"...the guesses rolled in...."Engage him in the water to get the earring!"...Other people came to look for Hadden, but seeing me, politely stepped aside...they nodded, understood, often with a "good luck" and were gone...

I parked my pet in the shallow lake and sat down on the shore opposite Hadden's fishing hut to watch....the time passed....the sun rose and fell twice...I grew weary...my fishing bait long since gone, my only cure for loneliness was listening to screams as the guild was beat on by a large turtle...though, it was good to hear them decisively turn the tables just minutes later (See here)....and then, Hadden came to fish. Or so he thought....

A blast of disease brought Hadden into the lake toward me, but my pet stopped him dead in his tracks. Both of them up to their waists in water, the water soon turned blood red. Hadden never left the lake...and was soon face down in it. I ran to his corpse, hoping for the rare earring...but to no avail. Hadden had left it at home. His body sank to the depths. So, at least the rumor of "engaging Hadden in the water ensures an earring" can be laid to rest. (Unlike other "rumors" about a certain Scavenger Hunt which are alive and well).

I haven't slept in days...and now, as I close this post, I stand my pet over my bedroll and drift off to sleep, confident that I've not lost my ability to survive in the wilds alone....

Drexxell

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 29, 2003 7:26 am 
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Well, to clarify, it must be a six hour camp, cause I came back for his next spawning, and it was about 5 hours and 45 minutes, whenever you dropped him, he respawned at 4:17 CST. And, he dropped the earring :) It was my first time killing Hadden for myself :)

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Grrrr...but gratz Kat :) I am glad that someone in the guild was able to at least profit from my painful little venture.

I killed him at 11:25 PM EST, you killed him at 5:17 AM EST, so yes, must be right in the 5:45 to 6:00 range. That means he's due to pop in about 25 minutes from this posting....

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I checked...he was camped already :)

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Aye, and he didn't have the drop, went down at 10:14 CST, so, there might be a snooping kitty at around 4pm CST.

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Yesterday, while composing a poem of my newly forged friendship with the Nymphs of the Wakening Lands, I caught news from a fellow Wayfarer in Surefall that my friend Drexxell had set off on a solo journey into the Hills not far from Qeynos in search of a fellow named Haddon. Having difficulty in resolving a particular conflict of meter and kenning in my final stanza, I decided to rest my mind and set off to find Drexx and offer some small portion of assistance with his errand. Or at the very least, to share some friendly conversation in his own native language. I found him near dusk on the bank of a small lake. He was fishing, and seemed to be enjoying the company of a young adventuress that I first took to be a warrior or maybe even a Paladin--until I saw the undead servant along side Drexx's. He introduced her as Jentrel. She smiled, pleasantly enough, but made hasty farewells. Soon after her departure, I caught Drexx yawning as he baited his hook yet again. I suggested that he sleep and offered to hold the camp. He merely remarked under his breath something about there being plenty time enough for sleep in the grave. He had secured some of the items he had come to seek and could not rest for the great anticipation of Haddon's return. I too could not sleep, but for entirely different reasons. Something in my brief encounter with this Jentrel is weighty on my mind. I sense that she travels on ill winds.

--From the Birch Bark Memoirs of Talinoth, Vol 3, pg. 18
By Talinoth, a humble druid of 48 Seasons of the Grove.


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