Tahlun

Tahlun

Travel Gear of the Wanderer

Trinkets

These packs are nearly empty; a few fragments of parchment are all that remain inside.

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Historical Text

Trinkets

A long, storied history of the rise of the Serthis is scrawled on this parchment, written from the perspective of a Serthis too young to fight.

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Background

Talun is a free spirited and jovial dragon. She travels alone, preferring solitude to the company of others unless it’s beneficial to her. She spends most of her time near rivers or forests writing music and performing duets with the birds, who she is able to understand perfectly. Lyre in hand Talun wandered through the driftwood drag, she had been here for a while composing new songs and duetting with the birds in the area. As she sat to write another song, she mused that bog canaries were surprisingly eloquent with their songs. They had a very flowery and graceful speech pattern that reminded her of cherry blossoms in the wind. A nice breath of fresh air amidst the murk of the environment. It was strangely beautiful here, in its own way and had been a delightful source of inspiration for her. Several hours passed before she finally stretched and prepared to continue on from this strangely beautiful area of the Tangle Wood. “Perhaps I should visit Luminax next… If tales are true then surely such an impressive being will be a veritable font of inspiration. Perhaps I might also meet some travelers in need of entertainment, for the appropriate amount of coin that is!” Tahlun grinned to herself as she spread her wings and took to the skies, with the wind currents as they were, it would be no more than a day's flight to get to the location of the most recent sighting. Or rather it would have been, had she not been distracted by a flash of light from the direction of the Starfall Isles. Such things were a common occurrence as the mana in the region fluctuated so most paid no heed to them. Tahlun however saw the bright light and immediately discarded her plans to see Luminax.

She immediately made a beeline towards the Starfall Isles which would take her significantly longer since she was flying against the wind. As dusk fell she alighted in the midst of the abiding boneyard. Looking around she found a place to make camp quite quickly and soon had a fire lit to stave off the creatures lurking in the dark. Humming softly to herself she picked up her lyre and began to strum the strings. The tattered lands of the Scarred Wasteland bringing to mind a dirge, lamenting the state of decay. Soon after a hopeful ballad mingled with it, telling the tale of new life after death, of the rains washing away the decay to nurture the new growth. As she lost herself in her songs she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.
The crackling fire and sounds of singing had drawn the attention of several less than savory individuals, a pack of mirrors who were not affiliated with any particular clan roamed the boneyard, watching and waiting for both prey and travelers who let their guards down. They didn’t kill other dragons, they weren’t complete savages, however they would still attack and rob anyone with anything worth selling. The pack descended upon Tahlun without warning, she barely registered what happened before the world went dark. When she finally awoke the following morning, she stood up with a groan and looked around. Her head hurt and nearly everything had been taken, the only things left were her songbook and lute. She was grateful they had been left but soon wondered if she’d have the supplies to make it out of the Wasteland. As she dusted herself off - opting to stay positive in the wake of recent events - and collected what remained of her belongings she heard voices nearby. Cautiously, she approached and listened in on the conversation of the dragons she found. The other dragons were discussing a recent string of attacks by roaming packs of mirrors. More and more rogue packs, as the dragons called them, were popping up and it was becoming more and more dangerous to pass through the Scarred Wasteland without guards.

Tahlun stayed hidden for a time, listening and watching the other dragons. She was worried that they might think she was a rogue mirror from one of the packs. So when she felt she’d heard enough about what was happening she slunk away and took to the skies once more. Instead of continuing through the Wasteland she headed back towards the Sea of a Thousand Currents. She needed fresh supplies if she was to go anywhere - and Flotsam Town was certainly a good place to gather fresh supplies - plus, maybe if she was lucky this unexpected detour would lend itself to some new songs as well.

Story written by Lightbreaker

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