Rise of the Bear Gods

[Ravemore]

Rumors have been slowly but steadily filtering into Mariner’s Hold and the Silver Buckle over several weeks. Rangers have been whispering among themselves of a Bugbear prophet appearing on Bear Island. Travelers on the Falls Forest road began to disappear soon after; the only evidence found being empty campsites, some with food still cooking over their campfires.…and today, a soldier from the Mariner’s Hold Ranger Corps slid into a seat at the bar in the Silver Buckle. He sat in silence for a long time. After a few strong drinks Captain Baronis motions over the bartender. “Please convey a message to the proprietors. Today we found a supply wagon bound for this establishment heavily damaged on the Falls Forest road. The shipment was missing. The evidence also suggested great violence, but no bodies were found. The manifests were still present and indicated the Teamsters were Jorgain and Steaphen Stilers. The bartender turned a little pale and responded, “They were good men. They carried medical supplies to be used in several local orphanages. That is bad news indeed. I will pass on the news immediately.” He then headed to the back rooms.An old man sitting at the bar turned to the Captain. “Hichutnach is back again eh?” The Captain jerked his head up. “How do you know that name old man? It was spoken by a captured Bugbear right before the soul mother cut his thread” The old man frowned and replied, “I am a scholar of local history. The name is one taken by the great prophets of the Bear Island Bugbear Clan. There have been many over the centuries, none of them the same creature.” The Captain pulled his seat closer with great interest and slid some gold coins across the countertop. “Consider yourself now employed by the City as a consultant. Please go on.” The old man grinned. “Every 50 to 75 years it seems, a great Bugbear prophet named Hichutnach arrives on Bear Island with his most devout followers and attempts to raise the twin Bear Gods Ichnuthet and Grienthicut from their long hibernation. It is said that those primal nature gods sleep deep beneath the old abandoned temple in the island’s forest. They are more likely than not creatures from another Pit though. The legends foretell of a great cleansing of all enemies of the Bugbear Clans when they rise. Lucky for us all they have never been conjured forth from the void.”Captain Baronis thanked the old man and quickly departed to put together a strike force. -------------------------------//This is a static quest and it has been placed in-game. Feel free to use this thread for RP/Forum posts. Significant posting will also be rewarded at the conclusion of the quest. Use caution, it is a very tough one. The soul mother is active and a balanced group is advised. Rewards have been placed as well. Good luck! PS - It is also advised that all solo players avoid Bear Island until the area has been pacified. Also, DO NOT sneak in invisibly and steal the quest rewards. You will be punished if you do so in a creative and not-so pleasant manner. At the conclusion of the quest, please PM me and let me know what loot you found to confirm fair play.-Rave

[swoop]

*A halfling in bloody, slightly torn leathers comes limping into the Silver Buckle and draws up to the bar, wide eyed and shaking*

Oh man those were the biggest, giantest scariest buggers I ever seen! I don't even know what they were, but Rasa and Gromack fell and all I could do was run! They had some really good archers and the smartest bugger shamans I ever seen! We fought the leader and nearly had him, but he had these two giant things with him, oh and a dire bear, but I talked him into joining our side... but it wasn't enough... Poor Rasa, I don't think the Soul Mother was kind to him. *stamps the bar with his fist* dangit! it was my idea and we shoulda been more cautious! So you have any pie? I'm gonna need a lot of pie to get my mind off this tragic night... *He eats pie into the early hours and eventually saunters off to a room and passes out*

 

 

[Ravemore]

The bartender brings pie after pie to the battered halfling, offering whatever support he can. Several Silver Buckle employees apply bandages and perform other healing.

[swoop]

*The next morning Quenton left the buckle and headed home to Center with his head held low*

*A couple of days later Quenton returns to the Buckle with a motley crew. He is skipping in the door followed by a tiefling bard with a feather in his cap and wearing a tuxedo, a burly orc still wielding his giant sword and a rather tall elf with the redest hair you've ever seen*

WE DID IT! It was tough but I managed to recruit the wierdest most oddly matched folks I could find! *introduces Grogmegor the orc, Farros Galdor the tiefling and Eril'lin F'ea the elf to the bartender* We whacked them big 'ol toughies good! and no one died this time! We found some neat stuff too! *holds up a tamborine in one hand and a glowing purple wand in the other (tinkerbells wand)* 

There was a troll's finger bone too, I'd know them anywhere cause of their length ya know, and some nice healing kits. Oh and that wierd stuff... *points to the tux wearing tiefling who is holding a Cat-O-nine tails in one hand and a lantern fashioned from a skull in the other*

*whispers to the bartender* odd fellow that one is...

Lot's of trues too! *tosses the coin bag on the bar* This round is on me!

*they drink into the evening and Quenton eventually passes out under a table in a corner*

[Ravemore]

The bartender seems happy that the threat was eliminated, but there is still sorrow in his heart for the missing teamsters and the healing supplies destined for the orphanages... but such is fate. He takes a deep breath and continues on with his work.

[Ravemore]

//Bear Island is now safe for solo players... Thanks for the effort put in by the two groups attempting to put down this threat... although one went very badly. It was nice to see the teamwork necessary to grasp victory.