Re: Day 11 - In the Temple of the Crushing Wave
Dudo looks up at Makari and Ehrendil as they approach, then recounts what little he knows.
"I heard tell from a merchant just earlier today, who dealt with a caravaner who saw the whole thing. A group of pilgrims, dressed all the same in hooded brown robes and some sort of gilded masks, what trudged their way into Triboar earlier this week. One of their lot carried a box, all decked out with what the caravaner called elemental symbols."
"The caravaner was camped outside town so she didn't see what happened next, but not a half hour later the ground started shaking something awful. The caravaner lost no less than three horses, two to broken legs, as the ground shifted and shook. She and her crew rescued a couple of horses and fled away from the town, just as the rumbling got even worse."
"Lucky they were able to get away as fast as they could, 'cause once the rumbling stopped they found not much left of their campsite, and even less left of Triboar. The place is a ruin now, if the tale is true."
Dudo shakes his head and shivers, as the first few chilling raindrops fall from the darkening sky. "Been thinking about that all day, what it would mean to lose our whole homestead here. Not that it's anything special mind, but it's all we got. If another one of the strange weather events comes this way..." He shakes his head again.
Halflings from around the camp busy themselves erecting bits of cloth tenting to protect themselves from the rain. "Well, I suppose we should get under cover before this gets worse," Dudo says, gesturing to one of the larger overhangings, that the halflings are struggling to hang higher than the rest for their guests. "Don't know much else, but have you all heard anything of the like?"