#hookbill

Bartholomew Bunsen, Small Journal

I don't know where I am. It seemed like earlier this morning I was at the lake in the Silverback Mountains. I met a giant who referred to himself as Hookbill. He looked the part: his nose was large and crooked. The warts and wrinkles suggested he was advanced in years, but by how many I don't know. Their lifespans range from just longer than a human's to multiple centuries. He seemed to know a lot about the land and the mushrooms, which I did not see any sign of. I told him a lot about my work. He seemed really interested.

As I turned to leave, I suddenly felt heavy and passed out. When I awoke, I found myself sitting against the stalk of a massive mushroom. There were several around, and it was dusk. I could see pine trees past the mushroom forest. It seems like I'm near the Silverbacks.

I got the feeling that I was out longer than the afternoon. I had a hard time walking as if I had drunk too much, but I stumbled around the mushrooms anyway. I needed to know where I was. Then I saw it: a door in one of the mushrooms. There was a light coming out of it and an adjacent window. I made it to the door and pounded on it. A horrid creature, someone with the body of a man and the head of a beetle, opened the door. I screamed and fell back. I couldn't run, so I just sat there, awaiting my inevitable fate. Instead of eating me, the creature sighed.

"Hookbill got another one," he said. "At least you got to keep yourself. Come in before it rains."

From the Journal of Benjamin Bunsen

September 5, 956 AH

There was a steady rain early this morning. When the sun rose, the air was chilly, but the scent! The rain never smelled so good! After a little breakfast, I will begin my trek down to that lake. Maybe those strange mushrooms really take to water. I should be back by afternoon, and the wood should be dried out enough to restart the fire. I have some sausages to look forward to.

Transcript of Hookbill's Memory Crystal, labeled 560905

The illusion continues to draw men and Jotunn likes moths. A faint light is enough to stir curiosity. Even the rumors of it draw attention! Not long after dawn, a man from the city approached the lake based on hearsay from a park ranger. I much enjoyed conversing with him and was a little sad when I had to put him to sleep. He's a businessman of some kind. Peq'mundo has many folks skilled at crafts but few who work to move things around. He will be an interesting addition to the little world. Since he was so obsessed with mushrooms, I will put him there.

The Daily Flower September 8, 956 Page B2

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Harvey is a white faced cockatiel. 

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