The forest surrounding Arlathan is ancient and naturally looks after itself, however a few of the city gardeners have noticed a small blight beginning to take root in one section. You’ve been asked to investigate and survey the extent of the infection and report back. A PQ+ will be arranged later to deal with the root cause and clear the affected forest.
Reward
A supply of rare plants and herbs for your character (up to 6 months)
A PQ+ will be arranged later to investigate and deal with the root cause.
When they’d left Kirkwall seven months ago, Esme had surely not thought to find work in the ancient elven city of Arlathan. It seemed a fairytale come to life, magic thick upon the air even to her Fade-blind senses. At least Nienke drew less attention here, the wyvern lumbering along beside them.
“We’ve come so far north. I didn’t expect it to be so hot.” As it turned out, even the denizens of magical, fairytale cities needed outside help sometimes. Esme was pleased to be assigned the contract. Moreso, just to be on the road with just Ceren again. It was like old times – except old times had pretty much no traveling at all. Still. However you spun it, out of the Salamanders, the scout and the herbalist were most qualified for poking around in unfamiliar woodlands.
Blighted plants – and that was definitely an uppercase ‘B’ – beyond the usual ailments crops were prone to. It gave her the creeps to dwell on it, to be honest. Regular garden staples often had surprising defense mechanisms. Who knew what to expect if you threw in ancient elven magic and the Blight to boot?
At least fussing with them went beyond the remit of the contract. For now, they only had to post up near the edge of the city and wait for their local guide. Esme figured that wouldn’t take long. Two human women, a wyvern, and an eagle stood out in even this sort of crowd.
Reward
A supply of rare plants and herbs for your character (up to 6 months)
A PQ+ will be arranged later to investigate and deal with the root cause.
When they’d left Kirkwall seven months ago, Esme had surely not thought to find work in the ancient elven city of Arlathan. It seemed a fairytale come to life, magic thick upon the air even to her Fade-blind senses. At least Nienke drew less attention here, the wyvern lumbering along beside them.
“We’ve come so far north. I didn’t expect it to be so hot.” As it turned out, even the denizens of magical, fairytale cities needed outside help sometimes. Esme was pleased to be assigned the contract. Moreso, just to be on the road with just Ceren again. It was like old times – except old times had pretty much no traveling at all. Still. However you spun it, out of the Salamanders, the scout and the herbalist were most qualified for poking around in unfamiliar woodlands.
Blighted plants – and that was definitely an uppercase ‘B’ – beyond the usual ailments crops were prone to. It gave her the creeps to dwell on it, to be honest. Regular garden staples often had surprising defense mechanisms. Who knew what to expect if you threw in ancient elven magic and the Blight to boot?
At least fussing with them went beyond the remit of the contract. For now, they only had to post up near the edge of the city and wait for their local guide. Esme figured that wouldn’t take long. Two human women, a wyvern, and an eagle stood out in even this sort of crowd.
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