[Abandoned Treehouse, Main Room]
Catching your breath, you glance around and find yourself inside room
dimly lit by sunlight filtering lazily through the canopy of branches
above. Glancing back down through the hole in the floor, you shake
off a wave of vertigo as you realize how high up you really are -- the
house seemed small from the ground, but in fact, was just an illusion due
to the great height. As your breathing returns to normal, you note
the faint odor of damp wood mixed with the smells of the forest.
Your eyes adjust to the dim light, revealing a carpet of moss and lichens
covering many parts of the walls. A mat of leaves and pine needles
covers the floor and, in some spots, the floor appears to have rotted almost
completely away. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you're the
first living being to stumble on this place since the owner abandoned it
long ago. On the other side of the room, you see an assortment of
items scattered amongst some sparse furnishings -- a rotting hammock, a
box full of moldy corn cobs, a bookcase with some stuff on it, and a large
chest. Unfortunately, the floor in the middle of the room has rotted
completely away, blocking access to the items. You also see a low
doorway leading into a dim room with some unfinished longbows
hanging on the wall, a
broken hourglass, a
tattered hanging off to the side, and a weathered wooden plaque mounted
on the wall behind you.
Obvious exits: down
>read plaque
Scraping away the growth on the wooden plaque, you can barely make
out the words:
A note ta meself as I'm beginnin' ta ferget these things... here's where
I keep all me stuff...
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Notes
on bows an' arrows - in me workroom
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Me studies on da history o' da Realms - in me bookcase
-
A guide
ta tell da time properly (as if lookin' outside was nae enough) - look
fer me hourglass
-
Me list o' things ta 'member when carin' fer me 'coon - under Schpoon's
food box
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A shoppin' list from all those fests I visited in me youth - under me hammock
-
Me
list o' places I've been - look on da map ya ol' crone!
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.....a e
s o
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-x ..
- Wandyfarer Scootle
1x8 Uth-or 418...
That's all you can make out... the rest of the plaque has rotted beyond
recognition.