Immersive Ink

mushgnome · Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:26 am

Solstice Greetings from Highbough the Ancient Elf!

mushgnome · Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:26 am

"The swine is a filthy animal," scolds HIghbough, wiping a fleck of worm-guts from his chin. He rolls over in his bedroll and goes back to sleep, with the intention of joining Wen for third watch.

mushgnome · Mon Dec 16, 2013 1:41 am

With the others occupied in the long process of hunting, butchering, and roasting the pig, Highbough returns to the campsite, his stomach gurgling from the annelid delicacies. With Dorgan building a fire nearby, he would feel safe and sleepy. By getting to bed early, he intends to wake in the small ...

mushgnome · Fri Dec 13, 2013 12:36 am

Protein is protein. Highbough scavenges for edible worms, grubs, ants, beetles, grasshoppers, etc. and, like a dark and ancient crow, eats them whole and wriggling. ("Sashimi from the soil" is the approximate Elfish translation.) He shares with any of the others who are brave enough to try...

mushgnome · Wed Dec 11, 2013 11:01 pm

Highbough agrees, "I'm afraid we must march on an empty stomach, for if we do not put some distance between us and the Abbey by nightfall, I fear we will still be within the wolves' nocturnal hunting territory. Maybe if we are lucky, we'll be attacked by a large and delicious animal," he q...

mushgnome · Tue Dec 10, 2013 12:21 am

Highbough arises considerably refreshed indeed. He fills a metal cup from the mountain brook, then heats it to boiling with the power of his mind. A pinch of precious leaves completes the beverage, and the old Elf enjoys a cup of tea as he reviews his notes on the heating of metals and other magical...

mushgnome · Sun Dec 08, 2013 3:55 pm

As dawn brightens, the invisibility glamour unravels from Highbough's cloak. The ancient Elf is visibly exhausted, his face weary and gaunt. He leans on Wen for a moment to catch his breath, and whispers a few words in the younger Elf's ears: "The night fades; my vigour wanes. Younger feet must...

mushgnome · Sun Dec 08, 2013 2:48 am

With the hoot of an ancient owl, Highbough leads the party into the wilderness. Mindful of his clumsy humanoid companions' sensory limitations, he chooses wide, grassy paths, well-lit by starlight, clear of roots, stones and other obstacles. He hears the armor-clad PCs blundering behind him, and fea...

mushgnome · Tue Dec 03, 2013 10:48 pm

Highbough has seen enough, and will join the march. He is happy to take the lead.

mushgnome · Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:11 am

Highbough breathes the night air and takes in the symphony of nature sounds. Surrounded by his friends and free of the cursed Abbey walls, he looks forward to a peaceful night in the forest. "Wen, the owl seems agitated. Try calming him with your pipes," he suggests. "Let's not wander...

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