Aftermath of a party.

Before I cover the party while Fiske took most of the plant samples from the expedition out into yellowstone,  the extras and stuff I intentionally took to sell all went to the druids, they're really interested in the plant life out there and want to negotiate some kind of expedition out into the ashlands, especially after I described the, for lack of better words, Ent and Dragon.

So... I thought the end of winter festival was crazy.... this one topped it.

Imagine if you will a mix of burning man, woodstock and a community farm festival and that's what you get... SLC...is interesting to say the least when everyone gets relaxed and they take a break from their god-fearing and churchgoing. Basically loud music, crazy mechanical contraptions roaming the streets with farmers and craftsmen hawking their wares over the span of about 10 days, despite the political tensions between SLC and the CR there were still people from out west that made it out to check out the festival.

I.. don't really remember most of it but according to Eivan I made some money juggling and eating fireballs and flash freezing stuff for people...a neat party trick, wish I remembered how I did that.

And that's about it for now, well aside from one of the Trump reps asking for skulkers to help guard the mining operations for electrum.... Might take them up on that for a couple weeks.

Rewriting posts is hard IV

Took a breather on posting this so I could sort out my thoughts on what we saw... Still not entirely sure what to say other than a dragon followed us for a couple days in the ashlands after we left yellowstone.

Yeah a dragon... scaled lizardlike, wings as wide as a bus is long spikes along its spine and tail...didn't try and provoke it since it only seemed curious (that or it's the worst at stalking prey), so no idea if it breaths fire or not, two back legs and its wings when folded act as the forelegs.  At the edge of the ashlands we finally saw it land. Out of a precaution I grabbed Fiske by the collar of his jacket and held him in place while Eivan took a bit of time to estimate how big it was compared to the stuff around where it had landed.

We didn't loiter long, and headed south to SLC. We've heard the weather to the west was pretty foul, that and there's some kind of argument between the politicians, so there's no caravans moving, and the Order has its hands full trying to keep the peace without inciting a shootout so there's no help there....

So that leaves Eivan and I (Leishey made arrangements in advance for Fiske to head back west but not us, though he did leave us with an extensive network of contacts and connections) to work odd jobs over the fall and winter. I'm guessing he's using us as a test of the organization he's making.


But first a harvest festival over at the Dow Barrow.