Imari Despoiler of Goblin Town
Prologue
The peculiar thing about Amber, and I feel quite certain this fact eludes most modern smiths and weapon connoisseur alike, is just how exceedingly rare and exceptionally ancient this semi translucent and flaxen stone is.
Long extinct quantum pines, grand and lavish conifers that proudly and majestically extended towards the heavens, would in rare cases of severe trauma invariably bleed their sticky sap in gleaming globules. Such adherent resin would gather and cohere, stiffen and solidify.
Then, should chance have it so as the ages pass and the very earth shifts, moves, lives - even as oceans recede, extend and crash about in reckless abandon - these near-magical artefacts would gather deep in the bosom of the deepest abyss.
And one may think that surely the journey would end there. However, as even more eons pass and the ocean floors gather more sediment, the pressure growing and the very bottom of the world slowly grinding until - millions of years after our grand greens shed their precious blood - new Amber, the lightest and hardest stone known to beast and man alike, one day emerges on new shores.
Legend even has it, though I admit to a certain degree of hesitancy in accepting it’s legitimacy, that embedded in some of this priceless scree one would find something even rarer still; an immaculate scale from long-dead ancient flying reptiles, imbuing the semi-translucent golden ore with fantastical attributes.
Extended Notes on Precious Stones
Geologer Berowyn
Goblin Town reeked.
Not just a bad smell, mind you, but a near tangible stink that once it got into your clothes, or worse yet into your nose and mouth, it would tend to take up residence and never leave. And the peculiar thing about this malodorous wonder was that unlike most unpleasant smells, which one could get used to after a short yet painful time, the Reek (for some named it so) had a tendency to change and writhe like a living thing, declaring an endless war on your senses, sinuses and mucous membranes.
Sitting with his back to the wall at the back of a dark and dingy tavern in Yellow Wizard Haven, Imari had carved out a quiet corner for himself - the Reek for once being useful, ushering the serving maid away after hastily clonking down another mug of ale on his table.
"Bleeeet." came from below the table.
"I know, he's late as usual," Imari replied taking another swig of the stale brew. "But he'll be here, won't be able to stay away now that he knows what we carry."
Silence was the reply, accompanied only by the slight shuffling and scraping of hooves on wood. He lowered his mug below the table, felt a moist snout nuzzle his hand, a playful bump of horns on his shins, followed by frantic sloshing.
"There you go, have your fill and have a nap," he muttered fondly as his companion burped loudly before settling at his feet.
Leaning back on his chair, Imari idly considered a quick detour to the public baths at a vain attempt at scrubbing some of the filth off his road-worn attire as the front door exploded right off its hinges, flattening an unlucky patron against the far wall.
Noxious smoke billowed into the room as pandemonium broke out. Dark shapes entered slowly and fanned out, and Imari sighed.
Entered by: 0x73eF…0Af9 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
