<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">UNKNOWN HAMLET; UNKNOWN LANDS</span></span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">DIARY (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jcNzPEy-bFd6QXZJ-_qKKdMEF3gE9PssCn0TWkPFD5s/edit?usp=sharing) | <strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">CHAR. SHEET (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uiKJy8cqN-Qu9uXu05Ym-pk0Xde2IQ2VXfanawQ7V9Y/edit?usp=sharing) | GLOSSARY (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1l3nR7opU3QMvpMrXglF5tC-VY7knlELr8WEe3VmJDNw/edit?usp=sharing) | XP BOUNTIES (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AcT--8NSwbk-zwxXvjmLgZmFF0F-LaxxCrYn8yEW29o/edit?usp=sharing)</span></span></strong><br/>MAP (W.I.P) | POSSESSIONS (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oBqut16PkvOBWTMW5jDrkPpumnKlzjKnodXTe3S0ANo/edit?usp=sharing)</span></span></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Time:</strong> Early afternoon (Day 1; 3rd day, 9th Month)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Weather:</strong> Heavy clouds; Light winds; Chilly temperature</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>When Tabitha next awakens, she finds herself looking at a rickety wooden ceiling.  She is inside a very small wooden<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">structure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ceiling at approx 7 ft - 5 ft. high.<br/>7 ft. x 8 ft. wide<br/>Slanting ceiling highest on the windowed side (7 ft)<br/>descending lower to the opposite side (5 ft).</div></div>with only one small window and barely large enough for her to stand up straight in or even walk around.  She finds herself naked except for some rags and a thin sheet has been pulled over her to cover her body, though it does a very poor job at keep out the chill in the air.  At her side, her armour, shield, sword, a few shattered rubies she's never seen before, and a rust-red shard lay nearby.  The sight of the shard jogs her memory as the fragment of the Sihedron that impaled her shoulder; the same shoulder that now shows no sign of injury.<br/><br/>Looking at the shard for longer than a few moments causes Tabitha to hear small airy whispers, though she cannot seem to understand what is being said, and the moment she stops looking at it, the effect ceases.  Even broken, there is still an ambient feel of power about it, though something tells Tabitha that touching it at present may not be the wisest thing to do.<br/><br/>Through the slatted window, Tabitha can see a sleepy looking hamlet and a few chickens pecking at the ground.  A child runs by, carrying a basket, but little activity can be seen, though the sound of metal being struck can be heard somewhere out of sight.