Farming for Crystals

Upon returning from my vacation, I gazed upon the familiar skies of Mirth. Perhaps the air is a touch colder than I have grown used to and the ghostly cries of the undead ring through the night, but it is home.

I make my way to the Freedom Guild Hall and am welcomed warmly by my compatriots. I have missed them dearly indeed! We catch up on gossip and news, and I realize so much has changed since I've been gone! But, my fellow friends are stalwart and steady, and we quickly fall into old rhythms. Some things change... and some things never do.



I watch the sky grow darker, the air a tad bit cooler. Sunlight sends its final golden spears winging across the rooftops of Trinst, and I make a quick stop at the Forge vendors to pick up a few armor crafting supplies. Shouldering my pack, I sing my Airy Melody and fly toward Mt. Zharim.

Upon entering the mountain pass, I hear a call upon the wind. Nahuris urges me to join in on one of the mountain peaks where he battles the great dragon Charune. With a whirl of fists and flashes of power, Nahuris battles alongside his Elder Air Elemental and brings down the great beast. He presents me with a magnificent bow and other grand treasures then points me towards the Wraiths that drop the crystals I need for my armor crafting. Elated and thankful, I thank my friend and send him a message to give to his fiance Hecate, wishing her well.

I have a few more hours till dawn, and buffed to the hilt, I wade into battle with the Wraiths. The ramshackle house no longer has a roof and the trees beside it have long since withered, but I collect my crystals through each wave of wraiths. Their moans are deafening and their almost transparent bodies are frightful to behold, but I call upon Galeel's light to strengthen me.

Laughter on the wind, and I turn to find a beautiful blue dragon standing beside me. At first I am frightened, flashbacks of my encounter with a deadly blue dragon float behind my eyes, but I quickly recover: It is my dear friend Boliele. She heals my wounds with a hug and we chat and catch up.

The sky starts to lighten and as the last of the wraiths fall, we pass the time on gossip and killing the occasional grizzly. We fly around the withered trees and attempt to perch like birds upon its gnarled branches. We complain about the difficulties of farming crystals for armor crafting, and exchange cooking/brewing tips. As if hearing our girl talk, Kaden calls from the guild hall and asks for beer or ale. Laughing, I leave the crystal farming to Boliele and hold up my Essence of Void. With a surge of power, the Essence disappears and I find myself at the Trinst Bind Stones beside the Broken Keg.

A quick stop at my private vault, and I gather my small hoard of beer that I've crafted. I am a little tired from the long night of crystal gathering, but glad to be back at the Hill and home.