The Harp.
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Arathorn took a while on him reading through the note. Figuring of what places he could find these things and how he would get there.
He decided that he would find the diffrent types of wood first so he set off into the forest to find these foul creatures.
He could still not stop smiling for himself of being stupid enough to risk his life for a harp. The thought of loosin his life in this procedure made him frown.
At last after some walking he found one of them Corpser. He took aim on the whipping tentacles and began shooting on it with his bow. Good enough aimed the Corpser gave up and went lifeless.
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He gatherd teh wood material from the corpser and hurled it over his shoulder, continuing his walk into the forest.
He now shearched for a reaper. Arathorn had heard tales about their evilness of luring people into the grasps of its branches and then draining the life out of them. After some more walking in the forest he actaully found one. It sure knew how to look like a tree but it was still attached to the ground so Arathorn kept his distance and began to firein his arrows onto it.
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After some time it fell and Arathorn was able to Gather the wood from it.
A tree fellow was hard to find in the lands of light. Arathorn had to travel to a Moongate and go to the facet of Malas. He began his walk into the forest and soon enough there was a big creature made of tree trunks standing infront of him.
They did not engage but Arathorn sure needed the wood from it.
After the first arrow left Arathorns bow the tree trunk began chargin against him.
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Finally after a dozen of arrows it fell and Arathorn was able to gather some wood from it. He had now completed the wishes of diffrentt Tree types and went on to the special "Glue".
Firstly he had to gather some slime from a Plague beast he thought that the only place able of getting a plauge was Yew so he went to Yew using the moongate and began to search the swamps for a plague beast.
As he enterd a house to take a rest a stench of rotten flesh mad him jump back.
Suddenly a pile of slime of organs came against him. Arathorn decided to take the fight outside. He lured the Plague beast outside and engaged it.
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After a while of Fighting it finally stopped to move and it's spawns went quiet aswell. He then took some slime from it and put it into a jar.
Now he just had to fluids from a liches heads inside. Arathorn sat down and pondred where he should go from Yew...then he was reminded he had been to a haunted forest killing these liches. It was not far away so he began to run.
Finally Arathorn Reached the forest. He entred carefully hearing the laughters of the wicked necromancers around him. Finally he spotted one. He ran up to it so it would'nt have time to cast a spell upon him.
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After a couple of slashing and stabbing it fell to the ground. Arathorn tookk a firm hold onto its head liftin it up and slicing it off with one chop. He took the head under his arm and went out from the forest to saftey.
He cracked the head on a stone and poured the fluids into a jar closing it quickly.
Arathorn was now done with gathering the ingrediences to the glue.
He now needed to get a tail from a fire steed...as the strings is the finest you cna get.
Arathorn knew of a cave leading down to a lava pool. He guessed he would be able to find a steed of fire.
He arrived to the cave at late night but enterd as it was dark in there eitherway. He drank a potion that he bought from an alchemist not long time ago. this made him being able to see atleast some in the dark. He began to walk deeper down into the cave.
Then the cavern wall flammed up as teh Steed of fire approched Arathorn he took his spear out and began to fight it.
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It fell smoothly infront of his feets and he cut the tail of it rolling it together down into his pouch.
Arathorn was now finished with his task and returned to Cove wiht a smile on his face.
He gave the ingridients to the Craftsman and got a pat on his shoulder.
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*Signed*
Arathorn
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