Sunday, August 22, 2010

Day Hundred and Eleven...er Twelve, still Wildhammer stronghold

Gidge finally managed to crack it. It seems like whoever enchanted this thing really didn't want people to get into it. I wonder who Laudren had doing her enchanting? This thing seems to only go back until she started her count, back when she first got to Northrend, but the pages go back years prior. But neither Gidge nor I has managed to extract any of the things recorded in them.


So the latest problem is that it was refusing to work when she gets more than about a hundred meters away. We managed to crack it, but it wasn't easy. And the Dwarves were laughing about it while we tried.


She's gone east to visit the Revantusk tribe along the coast. Some of the Wildhammers escorted her as far as the Highvale Lodge, and the rangers agreed, hesitantly, to escort her back when she returns. She's paying good money for what limited hospitality she's recieving, and it seems like some of the Dwarves here have previous dealings with her. One of the older hunters says that Laudren's got her mother's love of carefully ordered shelving, her bracelet, and her right jab. One of the younger, relatively speaking, Dwarf ladies mentioned she's got her father's hair. I take it that her family lived in the general area, and were quite popular with the Dwarven community.

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