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> Action 3: Build an Apiary Village in Thanduil’s Hollow
Far from the bustle of the lives within the average hold, within the gentler corners of the south a new curiosity took root among certain farmers, wisewomen, and hearth cooks after word had reached their ears of a new golden substance called honey, said to be both healing and hearty. Intrigued, these dwarves set questions upon passing merchants and wandering folk where their inquiries eventually reached the ears of a pair of wandering Habitun scholars.
These elven lorekeepers appeared with an offer. They would teach these dwarves about the art of bee tending in return for a share of the harvest to send to their Habitun kin. It was a fourth son of a minor lord stout and shrewd, who accepted the pact and rallied those interested.
With royal blessing and clanstone in hand, they journeyed east to the ancient forest of Tusindårsskoven. There they founded a humble village where homes where dug into the hills with care. Small streams were diverted to feed gardens, while artificial hives were built from carved wood, amber steel, and polished stone
> Rumors:
Hollow-Eyed Watchers: Rangers from Der et’Tharn whisper of strange pale figures glimpsed at night—tall, root-bound things that leave no tracks and vanish with the morning dew.
Cracks in the Deep Road: Engineers at the moot report unexpected fissures forming near the old workshops—some swear they humming.
Echoes Beneath: A miner in Thul-Garuhm’s lower shaft claimed he heard tapping that matched the forge rhythm—though no work was being done nearby.
Crimson Frost: Apiarists returning from Thanduil’s Hollow speak of a strange crimson frost seen clinging to certain flowers—none dare harvest from them.
> Action 3: Build an Apiary Village in Thanduil’s Hollow
Far from the bustle of the lives within the average hold, within the gentler corners of the south a new curiosity took root among certain farmers, wisewomen, and hearth cooks after word had reached their ears of a new golden substance called honey, said to be both healing and hearty. Intrigued, these dwarves set questions upon passing merchants and wandering folk where their inquiries eventually reached the ears of a pair of wandering Habitun scholars.
These elven lorekeepers appeared with an offer. They would teach these dwarves about the art of bee tending in return for a share of the harvest to send to their Habitun kin. It was a fourth son of a minor lord stout and shrewd, who accepted the pact and rallied those interested.
With royal blessing and clanstone in hand, they journeyed east to the ancient forest of Tusindårsskoven. There they founded a humble village where homes where dug into the hills with care. Small streams were diverted to feed gardens, while artificial hives were built from carved wood, amber steel, and polished stone
> Rumors:
Hollow-Eyed Watchers: Rangers from Der et’Tharn whisper of strange pale figures glimpsed at night—tall, root-bound things that leave no tracks and vanish with the morning dew.
Cracks in the Deep Road: Engineers at the moot report unexpected fissures forming near the old workshops—some swear they humming.
Echoes Beneath: A miner in Thul-Garuhm’s lower shaft claimed he heard tapping that matched the forge rhythm—though no work was being done nearby.
Crimson Frost: Apiarists returning from Thanduil’s Hollow speak of a strange crimson frost seen clinging to certain flowers—none dare harvest from them.
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