Old Mother Feldra's Background

In the dark woods of the western Caphe near Tiatar, where the edge of the Quur’asha Mountains touches the trees, lived a hulking beast of a “woman” named Old Mother Feldra. She was well over six feet tall, with long, scraggly and greasy black hair and two milky yellow eyes reminiscent of melted, foggy suns. Her skin was stretched and black like a charred corpse, with a sagging potbelly. Her claws and teeth were filed to wicked points, and it is with these instruments that she works her craft: that of a seamstress. Feldra uses the skins of her prey to create all sorts of interesting creations. Her deerskin packs sell very well at market; the robes and dresses made from men and women that wander too close to her cave…not so much.
It’s not that Feldra bears any particular malice towards humanoids, she’s just often so hungry and their soft flesh is irresistible. She likes to hang them naked by their arms in her cave and feel their bellies and butts with her claws. So smooth. Later, she pokes a two-inch nail into their neck and opens an artery. She laps up the blood until her prey stops twitching, then lays them out for the skinning. With remarkable precision for a creature her size, she peels back the skin, cleans it by the pond near her cave and then hangs it to dry. Afterwards, she cuts out the choice pieces and begins her labor.
Recently, while washing a deer by the pond a swirling wehk (portal) opened with a thundering crack nearby. Through the hazy sheen she could see the backside of a building in another land. What kind of flesh could she find in this new world? Her gooey belly rumbled. She was so hungry.

Steveros Galas’s personal journal

Steveros Galas’s personal journal
Thaumont 6th, 1003

Telling them I’d let them help in the interrogation might have been another mistake. These guys are a little too bloodthirsty and ruthless. It was like good sheriff and six bad sheriffs. These guys were threatening to do all sorts of horrible things to Clay. I even think I heard the woman threaten to eat him. I think both Clay and me believed that they would too. Clay confessed and told us where to find Grug the half-orc bandit. The guys said they didn’t need me for this job and further I had to watch Clay. They grabbed their gear and took off for the forest. Three hours later they came back with a severely beaten, but alive, Grug. I told the guys we will interrogate Grug in the morning paid them another 10 gold pieces each. I’m sure these guys will scare Grug just like Clay and we will find out were the tall guy is hiding. I just have to make sure they don’t get to do all those things they keep suggesting.

Steveros Galas’s personal journal

Steveros Galas’s personal journal
Thaumont 5th, 1003

What was I thinking! I was so upset by the murder of my friend, Alex Novak, I guess I was willing to do anything to apprehend his murderers. When Carl Robbins told me that he saw Clay Talent, a half-orc and a tall man pull Alex from his horse, stab him and leave him dead on the side of the road I knew I must do something. Carl came to the right man no one else in town would be capable of stopping Clay or the other two men. Hell, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take all three by myself. That’s when the damnedest idea of all came into my head. I grabbed my bag of gold, about 200 gold pieces total, and off to the Icy Unicorn I went to hire myself a posse. The people who frequent the Icy Unicorn are not the most social acceptable and tonight was no different. A quick glance around the room and I saw enough adventure types that I could buy my posse. A quick word with Sandy and I gave my speech. “My name is Steveros Galas I am the closest thing we have to a sheriff in this town. This morning one of our fellow townsmen was murdered on his way back for the big city. The man’s name was Alex Novak and he was a friend of mine as well as a friend to most very one who knew him. The good news is we have a witness who has identified one of the assailants. I’m here to get some help in apprehending this man. I can pay each person 10 gold pieces for helping me arrest this man. Is there any one willing to help me?” Six people stepped up, the human warrior I was hoping would help, a man in robes who doesn’t speak, but writes on a piece of slate, a short bearded man with tattoos probably a spellcaster, a half elven cleric with a dark disposition, a shady looking elf in leather and a hideously ugly woman with sharp claws. I took them back to my office and had Carl retell his story. Now that we knew that Clay was at Meg the hooker’s house I told them we needed Clay alive and we are not to harm Meg or Bret. Once we were in Meg’s house and things were beginning to deteriorate. The warrior, the old woman named Feldra, and the cleric who goes by Elyn began pounding the crap out of poor Bret. The only two people who tried to help Bret were the silent guy, Kane and myself. Within a few second Bret was unconscious and bleeding on the floor, thank Fortuna he was still alive. The bloodthirsty warriors sprinted down the hall in front of my and confronted Clay and Meg. I missed most of the fight, but they apparently beat Clay into submission. Kane didn’t look too good either a couple of the guys were helping him back on to his feet. We took Clay back to my office and agreed to interrogate him in the morning.

Session 1 The Murder of Alex Novak

Session 1 January 13th 2007
The Murder of Alex Novak

Old Mother Feldra (Mike) Annis Hag-1HD
Nameless (Steve) Human Warblade –1
Kane (Josh) Shifter Monk-1
“Gritz” (Greg) Human Sorcerer-1
Elynthorial (Achilles) Half-Elf Cleric-1
Cliticus (Dave) Elf Rogue-1

Kobolds are dry

Well, just as I feared, these kobold creatures you were telling me about were indeed as dry and tasteless as I imagined them to be. The only choice cuts were in the belly and there weren't enough to make a meal. Not only that, but their sinewy meat got caught between my teeth and I had to get a rope to floss it out!

I guess it wasn't all for naught, though, as their tough hides make for excellent leatherworking. I was able to fashion three packs and a beautiful sun hat out of their skin.

Always yours,
Old Mother Feldra