Seafaring Flight

Hello Friends, 

Enob Mort here! Travelling Scholar from Zolanberg University.

A great mystery occurred yesterday. My colleagues and I had been working on a brand new ship. It had vast sails, 3 levels of finely polished wood and iron fittings. I walked into the shop to see the roof completely torn asunder. Our beautiful ship stolen!

My heart is sad for the stolen ship, however I am most devastated because I left my satchel on the poop deck. In it I had written letters to my friends. I will have to re-write them. My friends are sure to be out seeing new places, making new friends and having laughs. 

If you have any information about the location of our great ship please, visit the university and ask for Enob Mort.

Stay Clean.

Sharp Shooter

 Hello Friends,

Enob Mort here! Travelling scholar from Zolanberg University. 

Today let's talk projectiles. Often in my battles, I would toss magic stones at my enemies, or blast them with caltrops. Even more powerful was our ranger. She could blind an ogre from 70 yards and still have accuracy left to spare. 

When firing for distance the key is to angle our projective equally between the horizon and the sky above. However this is hardly the most effective in a life or death situation. When firing from bow, catapult or thrown weapon it is best to throw straight at the danger. This will provide maximum impact or penetration. 

The mathematics are a tad tricky, if you haven't studied them. But for the beginner I recommend trial and error. Practice and persistence will do a new adventurer well.

Fact of the Day, Thonk is ogre for Eagle

Cheerio!

Feathered Friends

Hello Friends,

Enob Mort here! Travelling scholar from Zolanberg University. 

When traveling through The Shimmerwood Forest, I came across a peculiar feather on my way to Trolanport. Stuck in the ground it far surpassed my height and was deep blue. I knew at once such a feather would come from the fearsome Roc. 

A massive bird with talons and a keen eye. It is wise to be wary of such a creature. We are typically frightened of things we don't know. Yet no fear pierced my heart. The diet and prey of Roc's consist of large creature, perhaps the giants in the area. I would look as appetizing as a grain of salt next to a fine cake.

The feather reminds me of my good friend Elaria. A reliable ranger who would turn you into a pin cushions should you cross her. Such fine arrows I could fletch for her, with mithril tips that fly true. If something of this extravagance is of interest, call upon Enob Mort. 

Master Artificer and Lover of Learning.

Cheerio! and as my friend would say, Stay Clean.

 

Know your Broom

 Hello Friends,

Enob Mort here! Travelling scholar from Zolanberg University. 

Today I write to you from the road. I am travelling east threw the woods Zilargo and remembering the books from my youth. My mother bought me Diffron's Guild to Woodworking. I have passed several broom trees on the journey and fondly recalled the time I made my first broom. I had selected the best twigs and found a stiff handle of ash. I used my best twine and lashed them together.

It fell apart the moment my father swept fire pit. Such was my desire to select the best materials I forgot to use my best knots. Lesson learned. So fair readers take heed, for the best sweeping tools use broom tree and tight knots. 

In my travels I saw many sweeping tools made of broom, so much so that it has become an ubiquitous term in the north east of Eberron. 

Hope you are enjoying Mort's Memo. 

Cheerio! and as my friend would say, Stay Clean.