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Brantun's Waterfall Cavern Note  
 

Lore Item No Trade Quest Item
WT: 0.0 Size: SMALL

Item Lore:An encoded note left by Brantun the halfling
Language:Common Tongue
Item Type:Book
Stackable:No
Lucy Entry By:Durew [Kratos] - Luclin
Item Updated By:SwiftyMUSE
Source:Live
IC Last Updated:2022-01-02 01:56:33
Page Updated:Fri Jan 24th, 2020

Expansion: Rain of Fear Rain of Fear


Rarity: Common
Level to Attain: 100

[Book Text | Quests | Comments ]
This item is a ground spawn.

Quests

This item is used in quests.
Expansion List - Premium only.

Valley of King Xorbb
Quest Name
Xorbb #1: The Halfling Trail


Zone(s) Found In:


Zone Name
Valley of King Xorbb

Book Text:

From the hand of Brantun:

It must have snapped when
the falls hurled us against
the rocks. The bleeding has
ceased, and Barleyburr has
placed a splint around my
leg. We sit in the
half-light of a damp tunnel
near the waterfall cavern.
We can hear hollow stamping
upon the bridge of the
walking tree and its
goblins as they search the
basin of the falls below
them. No doubt they see my
blood swirling amid the
foamy chaff at the water's
landing. I cannot fight
them. What use am I now
with this leg? If they
follow the trail of my
blood up the ladder and
into this tunnel, our quest



is over. I have battled
beasts and villains across
Norrath, and now I am to be
felled by a simple fall? Am
I to be just another
hapless halfling, mocked by
all races for his foolish
death? I am giving my sword
to Barleyburr. If I am to die
here, he must finish what
we started.

From the hand of Barleyburr:

Courage, Brantun! Courage!
You won't die as long as
Barleyburr is with you! I'll
carry you to the heart of
fear if I must; you know
how strong a belly full of
ham makes me! We will rest
here a moment and let you
gather your strength. It's
a good thing I kept some of



the ham, even though it is
a tad waterlogged now.
Rest, Brantun, and I will
tell Thistlebrush of our
adventures. You should have
seen us, Thistlebrush: At night
we descended from our
perch. I left some ham for
the bears -- but not all of
it, Brantun, sorry! Beyond
the torchlight of the
walking trees, we slipped
into the river. And how
peaceful it was! We floated
on our backs, looking up at
the stars, watching the
dark forms of hills and
giants silently float
beyond our vision. I was
asleep by the time the
river emptied into the
lake, and was awakened when
Brantun grabbed my collar
and started yelling at me



about golems and living
water. The stars
disappeared, and I was
pulled into a cave. Water
was rushing all around. I
was swimming in a mug of
frosty ale, upended and
poured down the gullet of a
troll. A moment of
weightlessness passed, and
then I couldn't breathe. I
thrashed about and poked my
head above the surface. Oh,
I don't wish to recall it,
seeing Brantun floating face
down, his leg twisted at
some awful angle, pulsing
blood! It must have been
the ham that gave me the
strength to pull Brantun
from the water and up the
ladder. He's resting now,
and I'm sure he'll be ready
to continue soon, if the



walking tree doesn't find
us first.

From the hand of Brantun:

Barleyburr lifts my spirits, but
I doubt we will make good
time with my leg as it is.
I foresee capture or worse.
If you do not hear from us,
assume we are dead or
imprisoned.

From the hand of Barleyburr:

If we are taken, I'll leave
a trail. Follow the ham!

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note says
# Jan 14 2013 at 7:46 PM Rating: Excellent
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Quote:
From the hand of Brantun:

It must have snapped when the falls hurled us against the rocks. The bleeding has ceased, and Barleyburr has placed a splint around my leg. We sit in the half-light of a damp tunnel near the waterfall cavern. We can hear hollow stamping upon the bridge of the walking tree and its goblins as they search the basin of the falls below them. No doubt they see my blood swirling amid the foamy chaff at the water's landing. I cannot fight them. What use am I now with this leg? If they follow the trail of my blood up the ladder and into this tunnel, our quest is over. I have battled beasts and villians across Norrath, and now I am to be felled by a simple fall? Am I to be just another hapless halflings, mocked by all races for his foolish death? I am giving my sword to Barleyburr. If I am to die here, he must finish what we started.

From the hand of Barleyburr:

Courage, Brantun! Courage! You won't die as long as Barleyburr is with you! I'll carry you to the heart of fear if I must; you know how strong a belly full of ham makes me! We will rest here a moment and let you gather your strength. It's a good thing I kept some of the ham, even though it is a tad waterlogged now. Rest, Brantun, and I will tell Thistlebrush of our adventures. You should have seen us, Thistlebrush: At night we descended from our perch. I left some ham for the bears -- but not all of it, Brantun, sorry! Beyond the torchlight of the walking trees, we slipped into the river. And how peaceful it was! We floated on our backs, looking up at the stars, watching the dark forms of hills and giants silently float beyond our vision. I was asleep by the time the river emptied into the lake, and was awakened when Brantun grabbed my collar and started yelling at me about golems and living water. The stars disappeared, and I was pulled into a cave. Water was rushing all around. I was swimming in a mug of frosty ale, upended and poured down the gullet of a troll. A moment of weightlessness passed, and then I couldn't breath. I thrashed about and poked my head above the surface. Oh, I don't wish to recall it, seeing Brantun floating face down, his leg twisted at some awful angle, pulsing blood! It must have been the ham that gave me the strength to pull Brantun from the water and up the ladder. He's resting now, and I'm sure he'll be ready to continue soon, if the walking tree doesn't find us first.

From the hand of Brantun:

Barleyburr lifts my spirits, but I doubt we will make good time with my leg as it is. I foresee capture or worse. If you do not hear from us, assume we are dead or imprisoned.

From the hand of Barleyburr:

If we are taken, I'll leave a trail. Follow the ham!
note says
# Jan 14 2013 at 10:33 PM Rating: Excellent
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If you read it while running Item Collector, the text of the book should upload to Lucy.
note says
# Jan 15 2013 at 11:32 AM Rating: Excellent
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Fleven wrote:
If you read it while running Item Collector, the text of the book should upload to Lucy.


Well that was a waste of five minutes!
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