Starting place: Pemma, a small town on the edge of the glacier fields
This is an Archaic style journey
Objective/Destination:
Quote:
A weeping faerie prince sits on a half-rotten tree stump.
You approach, and he takes immediate notice. His dull brown eyes search yours, apparently seeing something worth talking to, he speaks.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he says accusingly. You calmly state your name and business. The prince perks up, "Could you do me a favor? My wife, Secilia, perished on a trip over the glacier fields to attend to some political disputes among her family." He pauses to sniffle and continues on, "I fear she may have fallen into one of the massive crevasses that litter the place. I want her body brought back here, so we can give her a proper funeral." He hands you a worn portrait of a beautiful, elegantly adorned young woman.
"Please help me."
Members: Ashoka Raide (4 place(s) left!)
