You proudly hold up
WallPoke The Bone of Terror as it shines in the moon light.
The weeks go by and she continues to share with you the secret art of Runesmithing. (Runesmith +5)
You've become a Novice Runesmith!
She advised not to share with others this knowledge as often Runesmiths are held against their will and chained to a forage to mass produce items their whole lives, often times without a sip of ale! She explains that is why she is being held in the jail, she refused to use the holy art for the cheap commercialism of the Fortress. She explains she is the last in her family line, and that is why she is sharing this knowledge with you, her last hope to have her families legacy continue. She teaches you the few runes she knows, strengthening, anti-strengthening, and light source. She explains there are TONS of runes, but she's never been able to find them. They are in crypts, caves, abandoned fortresses all around the lands; anywhere an engraver dwarf might have been. She explains how Runesmiths often were engravers and secretly engraved the runes for record in the very walls themselves. For ease of finding them, they are always in the main chamber, whatever that might be.
You wake up on your last day of imprisonment. You give an excited "
Hello" through the hole in the wall, with no response. The gypsy, your friend, she's gone! What happened to her?
You are free from prison and receive all your belongings, except the rat hat and stone mug, they were confiscated as evidence. Sadden by the mysterious disappearance of your friend you stand outside the jailing door.
pig tail fiber shirt, body
armadillo leather trousers, legs
sheep wool shoes, feet
cave spider silk backpack, back
- gold coins [20]
- Mountainhome map
- iron dagger
- rough citrine [3]
- copper pick
- granite ring
- granite amulet
- granite bracelet
WallPoke The Bone of Terror, right hand