King of the Stolen Lands

Adventure Log 8b – The Eater of Kobolds

We witnessed the frogman make a deal with some unknown gypsies. My unit was quite interested in figuring out what this eater of Kobolds was up to, and theorized the a fledgling drug trade. This worried many in my unit.

We traced down the frogman in his dwelling. Our Paladin and Inquisitor attempted to parlay with the frogman, but it did not go well, and he Impaled our Inquisitor though the leg with a spear. I managed to get the Inquisitors muscles healed with a spell, and did not notice any lingering effects of the wound. We dispatched the giant fanged companion of this murderer. I was quite sure it would have swallowed us whole quite easily. The notion is disturbing. The Eater of Kobolds outnumbered and about to be overran, and executed if I had my way, fled into the swamp.

Now the Sootscales are worried that there is a murderous flesh eating monster on the loose with its whereabouts unknown. The unit is rather upset at both the handling of this mission and its results. Perhaps we can hire a diviner to help the Sootscales track this beast down.

Pilgramage Journal 4
Temptation and Temporing

I do believe I have caught the attention of the Traveler on this road I am walking. Not to say I am invoking gods outside the Flame, but I was tested, both in spirit and skill and I don’t think the Silver Flame has time for that childish shit. I am getting ahead of myself though.

Riding back toward Oleg’s I a large berry bush caught my eye. I steered us toward it and it turned out to be a huge thing of berry bushes. I think Boris may have said what they were but me. So he proclaimed that he wanted to pick them. None of us really had a problem with this seeing that we were just going to Oleg’s and not really rushing toward anything important.

I circled around and found one some odd arrangement of stones, I know I had heard of people burying their dead, in a stone pile, but I never saw one before, and I didn’t know if it was that or something else. I upended a few of the stones and I found a ring on a body. It seemed to be linked to the ability to swim.

We were at Oleg’s again, I keep forgetting to show him the gold scraping I took from the mine, I am sure it is, but I want to make sure it is in fact real gold. Old Poon was unusually lucid that afternoon. Any way for some reason Old Poon brought up cairn. I admitted to having had disturbed one when I wasn’t quite sure what it was. He spoke of Tiger Lords? Tiger Clan? Some name like that. I want to say it was Tiger Lords but I am not willing to bet on it. Could be that I have just written about the Sword Lords too many times.

Well the Tiger Lords he says goaded one another into fights with odd burst curses. Not like when some jackhole curses you and you just can’t seem to do anything right. These hit you like umm… those things that live on the ceilings and fall on you, and then the thing stick, and your friends eventually beat it off of you, or you die. Except its gone, and you can’t beat it off, so maybe it’s not like that.

I am apt to believe it though seeing that Boris found out that his family’s place burned down. Flame preserve me. Could a curse hit me through time? Could my digging up a grave have triggered Morgan to throw the lye around? So that I would join this expedition. So that I would dig up the grave? My head hurts; I think I am going to have a drink with Ced.
After we left Oleg’s we road for days just exploring the land and to have Kurgar go “Oh yeah. The old group came through here!” and then goes on about map making. We brought the cart at least. Good lords I am getting tired of iron rations. I would certainly be nice if Boris actually would hunt instead of talking about tastelswryms and giant boars. How about a turkey? Some rabbit (actually caught fresh and not picked out of a trap. A wild goat! I haven’t had goat in years.

Anyway we road on and on, eventually as we came over hill we heard voices squabbling. We all took up position, and readied our arms. As soon as they crested the hill, Adra let loose and arrow and embedded it in the eye of a man with an eye patch. The man fell to the ground and seemed dead. The other put his hands up in surrender and started exclaiming he was pardoned by the king! He claimed he had some paperwork too.

This made some sort of sense to Kurgar, who told us to stand down. He seemed to know the man or at least what he was speaking of. I guess that he had dealings with the former party and they gypsy girl had told them to join the Stag Lord, that she would give them more commands later.

Fortunately they were a cornucopia of information, told us a safe path to take to get into the Stag Lords base, the password to get in, the two even gave us one of the amulets that the bandits wear. Cedric wanted to ride out and gather more information, I think. Seemed like everyone was talking and no one could quite agree on a plan of action.

We ended up riding up without any plan I knew of, oh, we sent Ranblo and Clarance back to Oleg’s. So when we rode in we were questioned about how we heard, who told us, why we got the password already. Fortunately these questions, like so many others in life, were answered with alcohol. The men questioning us were going to take the booze for themselves, but put in their place by a man with seemingly permanent quirked eyebrow. He called them out on trying to claim our booty as their own and weather ummm, well I am gonna refer to the fellow as brow. Weather Brow believed s or not, he let us in. We were in a common room full of ne’re do wells.

Figuring us all gawking in a group together would look kind of suspicious, I ventured to mingle, and I ended up speaking with a red headed fellow, Topper Red. That I am sure is a fake name, or his parents were worse at naming their kids than the Stone Clan is.
Anyway the fellow was standing there writing in a chapbook. Turns out he is a playwright, or is one as much as I am an armorer. He used some pretty word that I didn’t quite get. I told him my story and his eyes grew with interest. I am not ashamed to say the concept of me, my story, being immortalized holds a charm in my mind. To be invited back to the homeland to perform as myself. That is the type of irony topper should be writing. Topper, showing the boy has a proper head on his shoulders, was rather interested in my armor smiting. He took me to speak with Brow, wish I could remember his name; I know it reminded me of magic spiders. Aracnus, Archmagus, Aracmagi.

Brow seemed very interested in seeing my skill; this made me nervous seeing that I still have trouble even holding a tool, so I did my best to set the expectations low. Said I may be better set to train someone in the ways of making armor. He tossed me a heavy bit of armor so stiff I expected it to be a breastplate, so when it was only some poorly crafted leathers, it slid out of my hands.

I took my time, well not too much of my time, something said in my head that these were the type that were impressed by efficiency not just quality. First thing I did was attend to the buckles and straps; armor doesn’t do you much good if you can’t wear it and wear it right. I patched up holes that had been stabbed through the leather, and put some extra reinforcement on those spots. After that it was just matter of oiling it and breaking it back in. Someone must have been caught in a deluge to damage he leather that bad, or maybe the bandits just stole it off a drown man.

I did the best I could, it wasn’t something I would put my name on, or even wear into battle, but they seemed oddly impressed. They, they being Arkenoid, said he would have to speak with the Stag Lord, but that I might be able to be one of the elite, who stay at the … camp and I could just work the forge. That’s what I was talking about earlier, with the tempting. I can’t lie that it felt good to be working armor again. Even dropping tools didn’t irk me quite so much.

I wouldn’t have minded having stayed a few days, just to keep working the forge. The thought of Cedric spending a few nights in this place gave me a laugh though. I just hoped he wasn’t crawling up the walls, or you know threatening any evil doers yet.

Adra's Journal: Session 8
Session 8: A mess of things

Session 8: “A Mess of Things”

From the journal of Adra Kellen:

Barrakas 1, 818
Halcyon, Miron

As I write this I can hear music in the streets and cheers from the townsfolk. I don’t think they’ll be done anytime soon. It’s been a good year for them, so I guess when the court throws a party they oblige. Cedric started off today’s festivities with a speech which spoke of the ambitions of the people of this new nation. He made it brief as I believe he had participated in last night’s revelry. Some of the other councilors said a few words. I was far too interested in the our guests to really pay attention to the speeches.

Lady Cisarovna was in attendance with both of Boris’ siblings. Although Lady Cisarovna did not speak of it I could tell that Ilsa had honed her skills. The lady had asked for a report on the new nation which I gladly presented. I had personally assembled dossiers on the last year for each of the visiting nobles from the north. Of course they were screened and were kept clear of any revealing information on our nation, but served as a good review of our work in the reclaimed ‘stolen lands.’

Agent Vethel was also present as he was representing Lord Noleski Surtova and the Crown of Rhestilor. I kept an eye on his whereabouts ever since he arrived in town. My previous encounters with him left me with unease. I sent several of my agents to keep track of him and found he had moved on to seeking the affections of Councilor Svetlana. I will need to keep The Hand informed.

During my time out with the public I received a letter from Bokken. Apparently his writing is far superior to his speech. It was almost elegant. He requested we seek out his brother who he called a villain and a criminal. He bid we treat him as such and bring him to justice. I’ll need to look into this matter at a later date.

The dinner was the closest we’ve had to a formal meal since we were last in Brindol. Cedric had worked for days to ensure we had everything in place. Having everyone’s eyes on the new nation we all spent a little time to be prepared for the event.

Barrakas 4, 818
Tatzlford, Soon to be annexed
Late evening

We had left Halcyon near dawn to ride out to Tatzlford. Loy and his wife had made a request in person at the celebration for us to come out and see the small settlement that they had erected at the site of what used to be the Tatzlwyrms’ lair. They had petitioned to set up a trading post out to the west almost a year ago. Cedric had given them his blessing, but held off officially annexing the settlement. We have had trade with the small village, but haven’t had a good view of it until today. We arrived in the evening after a long days ride. Cedric immediately went about speaking to Loy and the other villagers. I only wished to rest, but was encouraged by the prospect of a bed, rather than a cot, waiting for me when my work was done. The people of Tatzlford seem to be genuinely happy with their lot. They enjoy living out here on the frontier of our nation and seem to be in harmony with the forest. We enquired about the Fey, but any of our concerns were rebuffed. Apparently, they have had little to no problems with them.

After talking and visiting with the locals, the others went to drink and smoke with the village leaders. I decided it was a good time as any to sneak off to get some much needed rest. I had forgotten how rough traveling in these lands can be. My trip back to the inn was diverted when I spotted several unsavory types lingering at the edge of the palisades near one of the paths leading deeper into the forest. I followed, cautious not to attract anyone’s attention. The cloaked figures were of the river people, like the gypsies up at Leventon. These individuals however had different clothing, perhaps a different clan? I can never tell with these people. However, I followed them a distance from the village and they stopped. I waited and nearly fell asleep when I heard the sound of croaking. The Boggard we had encountered months ago crept out of the woods and dropped a small wooden crate on the path. The gypsies pulled out several bags, similar to the one that Boris had initially given it. It appears that the gypsies are trading hallucinogens to the Boggard for something. One of the gypsies opened the crate and a faint glow spread out from the opening. One of them said something about the contents being fresh and within moments a horseman rode in and the gypsies handed off the crate to him. The Boggard had already sunk back into the forest and the gypsies quickly dispersed. I waiting long enough for them to depart and made my way back to the inn.

Barrakas 5, 818

We traveled from Tatzlford further into the Narlmarches. I had informed the others as to what had occurred the night before. Cedric was just as interested as I was in finding out what substance the gypsies were receiving from the Boggard. We figured that while we were out in the Narlmarches we would explore some of it that we had not gotten to over a year ago. The others all felt it was a nice change of pace from taking care of our fledgling nation. I wasn’t so sure. I had grown comfortable to life in town again. Things may be more complicated, but I know how to operate within that web of bureaucracy and intrigue. Out here anything goes.

For instance. We ran across a new tribe of kobolds today. Boris initially spotted them and we made our way to them to see if we could establish an alliance as we had done with the Soot-Scales. Initially these kobolds, the Thwamp-Tails, were more interested in staying hidden. However, I spoke with them in Draconic and was able to convince them to hear us out. They listened, but had a request before they would do anything with us. They wanted the Boggard dead. Apparently it has been terrorizing them and eating many of their tribe. We had learned that Boggard had been up to this last year from the Soot-Scales, but they had stayed clear of it. This tribe’s range must be within that of the Boggard’s ‘Kingdom.’ We told the kobolds we would look into it and visit the Boggard. Maybe we could persuade it from making war on the kobolds. While I have grown to appreciate what kobolds can do, I am not eager to make another treaty with more scaly creatures. We had a spoken truce with the Boggard, but really that was just convincing an imbecile that we weren’t a threat to its ‘kingdom.’ I am more interested in seeing what this Boggard is trading with the gypsies. The kobolds confirmed that they have seen it trade with ‘our kind,’ receiving ‘fairy dust’ in return. The hallucinogen that Boris had initially found on one of the bandits seemingly is a known narcotic. The kobolds told of how it alters the mind and gives the consumer increased strength.

We decide that after exploring the area we will return to the Boggard’s home and speak with it. Hopefully we can resolve this without having to come to arms. I don’t want to fight a raging frogman.

Barrakas 9, 818
Late Evening

I’m not sure what to make of what happened today. We had finished exploring the area just west of Tatzlford and decided to return to the Boggard. We are currently resting for the evening on a trail back to Tatzlford.

When we arrived we found it’s ‘kingdom’ in worse condition than we had originally found it. Whatever improvements the thing had made had fallen into disrepair. When we approached the structures that it used as a dwelling we came across its frog-like pet. Everyone had dismounted and tied off their horses, except Boris kept Panther with him. As we neared the creature both Cedric and I gave a shout to the Boggard. It refused to see us. It remained within one of the stone structures and we could barely see it through what was left of a window. Our attempts at convincing it to come out and speak with us fail.

We press on and try to ask it what its been trading with the gypsies. It claims it’s the ‘Forest’s Bounty.’ Which would be helpful if we knew what that was. We ask that it discontinue its trade with them and tell it that it should no longer take the ‘fairy dust.’ It seems to get confused and angry when we tell it that the drug is bad for it. It seems it can recall a certain priest of Balinor offering a bag of ‘fairy dust’ up for trade. We also pressed on the kobold issue in which it just replied that the kobolds were food. Boris was very upset with the idea of sentient life eating sentient life. I could really care less. I wanted to stop this illicit goods trade and the Boggard was a best lead.

After what seemed like an hour of shouting questions and receiving poorly articulated answers it finally told us to leave. I responded by telling it to make us. I probably should have kept my mouth shut. Or atleast phrased what I said a little differently as it responded by throwing a spear at me. I tried to dodge out of the way at the last minute, but the Flame forsaken land had begun to swallow up my boot. I went to jump away and my foot was stuck in the mud. The spear impaled my leg and embedded itself into the soft earth. I nearly collapsed from the pain. I carefully pulled the spear from my leg and tossed the thing into the marsh. I reached out and asked the Silver Flame to heal my wounds. I reached down to my leg and the warmth of the silver light that had enveloped my hands washed away any indication of a wound. I was still in pain and my leg was near useless to stand on. I would require days of rest or more magical healing to mend my leg completely. The others had engaged the frog creature as the Boggard continued to toss spears at Cedric who was clearly trying to draw it out. Boris, Stone, and Panther fought the frog creature and finally put it down after it had lashed out at Panther with its barbed tongues. Another reason I would prefer to stay in town. The Boggard continued to throw spears and found its home through a weak spot in Cedric’s armor. He took the hit which appeared worse than my own and kept walking forward. I managed to get myself up to a knee and took aim and fired an arrow. It hit and the Boggard seemed to hardly feel it. The others began to cross the marsh and when they had reached the shore of the structure the Boggard made its escape. The thing vanished from my view and I fell back and sat there waiting for the others to return.

Cedric was fuming mad. He wanted to talk to the thing but we ended up chasing it off and potentially making a very strong enemy. The thing knew the location of Tatzlford and could easily kill every single person in that village. Boris recovered several small leather bags that held ‘fairy dust’ and Cedric promptly told him to destroy them. I argued we keep them as evidence when we went to prosecute the gypsies. They were consumed by fire. Boris also located a small cache of coins. After seeing to raiding the Boggard’s lair Boris healed my wound fully removing the soreness and weakness from my leg. I had spotted tools at the far side of the Boggard’s island and investigated. The tools appeared to be used for harvesting something that hung out of reach. The tools consisted of stilts, long poles with various tools attached to the ends, and a harness that could carry them. They also ended up in the fire. We were all a bit upset at how the exchange went. Stone and Cedric argued with Boris over morality. In fact they are still arguing about it…

Barrakas 10, 818
Middle of the night.

Well. We have really made a mess of things.

We returned to Tatzlford in the late evening. We went directly to the inn and went to the rooms we had a few days ago. We hardly spoke to each other when we got in. I was tired and I really didn’t feel like spending time with the others.

I was awoken by a tapping at the window of my room. A kobold was at the window, one of Zat’s Hands. He notified me that Zat was behind me and then ran off. Kobolds. I turned around to find Zat on my bed. He’s done this before when he wanted to speak in private. I haven’t been able to figure out how he does it. Zat wanted to talk about what happened out in the marsh. It seems he had a contingent of Hands following us. When I questioned him, he said he had Hands watching every council member, especially after what nearly happened to Svetlana. We discussed what happened with the Boggard and the Thwamp-Tail. He said it was his job to maintain the borders. We overstepped our positions and went gallivanting into the woods. We didn’t stop to think about the politics out here. The Boggard was a known quantity. Zat knew where he was and was able to keep an eye on him and his activities. I wish he would have come to me when he saw that it was trading goods for drugs. Zat realized that we need to be on better terms, more communication between us. The Thwamp-Tails are not to be trusted. Zat added that he could round a couple of them up for us to talk to if we would like. I wouldn’t mind speaking to one with the assistance of Zat and the Hands. I wanted to get Cedric during our conversation, but Zat protested. He wanted to keep what we were doing from Cedric. I don’t mind doing that as it’s really none of his concern anyway. Zat and I should be handling this kind of problem.

I just hope we haven’t disrupted the balance out here too much.

Adventure Log – Session 8: Evidently my unit is fluent in the language of narcotics, I will make note of this

It would seem that my unit finds my ethical system perplexing.

Wantonly hunting sentient life, killing sentient life, and eating the flesh of sentient life is a particularly malicious act. Consuming the flesh of the same or similar species can result in kuru disease, a form of neurological damaging that results in the loss of fine motor proficiency manifesting in a distinct and constant shaking. The more such flesh consumed, the higher the risk, and the higher the corruption becomes. However there are cases where doing so has been ruled as acceptable by most high-priests in the church if both necessary for survival, and if the flesh died by means other than malicious intent to murder in order to consume sentient flesh. However penance and cleansing rituals to purify the body and soul must then be performed. These rituals vary in form, function and overall severity depending on both the mortal interpretation of the pantheons wishes as a whole, the individual deity in particular, as well as the notice and the whim of the god, gods, or servants involved in policing such events.

Further while I find the use of foreign particulates in order to escape reality for on a purely entertaining level to be base. I would not stop most people from following their life path down this dark turn. I would certainly counsel against the use of damaging narcotics, and those that cause one to loose touch with there surroundings in such a fashion to cause others harm – such as a city watchmen or a physician. I would act in a much more fervent manor to prevent such a fault to develop within my family, for example. In other cases many such drugs are often harmless and similar to imbibing alcohol with the intent to become inebriated. Alcohol as a whole is a public health benefit, as the water is often purified by a clergymen and is also separated from non-water parts during distillation.

The healers I have been studying under have been debating the use of sand layered along with charcoal in a repetitive pattern as a method for separating pure water from other liquids and particulates found in rivers and streams, but at first I found this line of reasoning largely academic, as we have clergymen able to purify water for the population at a rate that is quite sufficient for our current needs. However, there is the interesting theory that providing ways beyond that of the magical or divine to produce a given effect would save such magical and divine energies for use else ware to be intriguing. All the same I have a strong suspicion that the gods feed on the use of there clergymen’s belief as well as the use of divine energy. Perhaps in casting divine magic’s we take unpalatable arcane magic and transform it into a more palatable form of sustenance that the gods feed upon. I would argue that there is a mutual beneficial outcome of the cleric divine relationship as we mortals gain powerful healing magic’s, and the gods are then provided with additional sustenance more appealing to there pallets. I suppose the best course of action would be to make use of both divine magic’s and sentient ingenuity to provide for redundancy.

Adventure Log – Session 7: A year of peace and courtship

Unfortunately the human population does not find my idea of raising insects as foodstuffs appealing. Fortunately the kobold population finds the idea inciting. I continue to prepare insects of various sorts for the weekly town meetings. My grandmothers roasted crickets, fried, battered, and covered with sugar, and cinnamon seem to be quite popular among the kobold youth. In general the kobolds seem most appreciative of my insect cuisine.

Working closely with the healers and engineers we have determined that rabbits were the best non-insect meat animal to raise – resulting in the most meat per acre at the lowest cost to produce. As an added bonus rabbit seems to be an acceptable food source among both the human and the kobold populations.

I have sent word to my family in the old country that they are welcome in the new settlement. Several families have moved to help secure an additional source of food and stability. My cousin Wolfrick, with help from other part-time, has been training a full two units of rangers, a unit consisting of seven, in advanced wilderness survival techniques.

I seem to get along nicely with one of the ranger students named Aibreann (pronounced Ab-rawn). She is a rather fierce young lady with the willpower of a river cutting into a mountain. We spend many hours hunting game in the surrounding countryside, and seem to get along well. She is interested in preparing for a calamity (her version centers around the troll threat). Mother would respect her personality, approve of her healthy appearance, she is of the correct faith, but mother may not approve of her lowborn heritage. I will have to present her for approval.

Addressing the troll threat I have been researching various methods of fire enchantments to place on my unit’s weaponry. Additionally I have been looking into magical equestrian gear – Panther agrees that magical horseshoes of speed would make life more efficient. I think given enough study, thought and prayer I could give this enchanting of items a crack.

Adventure Log – Session 6: Engineers and Healers

I am quite adamant on a thoroughly clean city, free of preventable diseases. Towards that end I have been working a great deal with the engineers and healers hired by the kingdom.

An elaborate stonework sewage system is being meticulously planned. We have engineered the system to be quite large in order to handle floodwaters as well as allow for city patrols to operate freely in order to keep undesirable creatures in check. The sewer system will embody the pinnacle of public health.

As for the farmlands we have set up a system of water retention fields setup alongside high sloped countered lines. These retention ponds have a series of interlocking U-shaped reservoirs. These water retention fields cut down on the need for extensive aquifers, irrigation from the rivers, pumping from wells, and help prepare for the occasional drought.

The groundwork in being laid out for a rather elaborate bathhouse. Soap, basins, and indoor waterfalls will allow for a primitive form of bathing as water is showered over a high wall on the side of a tall, but thin basin. This is to remove as many impurities from the body as possible before bathing properly. The bathhouse proper will be quite a feat to behold as it will take water from the nearby river, hold it in large reservoirs where under coal and wood will be burned to warm the waters, which intern will be mixed to provide a warm bathing experience for a clean, healthy, and content populous. The massive bathing pool will indeed be a worldly wonder.

Kurgar’s Musings – Bastard Xoriat-tainted Tuskgutter...

Since the fall of the 8th, I’ve yet to find a cohort that is measures up, but these fools may be worthy of my axes.

Until recently, this job for the Kyber-rutting, Host-buggering, Flame-felching Swordlords was a cakewalk. I think one day I briefly considered that I should probably feel guilty for taking their money, and truth be told, I’ve had tougher jobs in the city. With the short sightlines, shadows, and strange echoes, providing protection in a city is a nightmare. I’ve lost count of the number of cuts and stab wounds I suffered. I’ve also lost track of the foolish throats I’ve throttled, cut, and torn out.

That all changed about a week ago. The Ninth of Nymn will forever be burned into my mind.

We were told that there was a large boar, Tuskgutter by name, that was extremely territorial and attacking travelers and woodsmen in the deepest reaches of The Narlmarches.

Go kill the boar they said.

We’ll pay you a reward they said.

Nowhere did those choadswallowing bastards say anything about a Xoriat-corrupted, evilly intelligent, and completely psychotic hog.

And until I stepped into that silent hollow, I had not thought about the feel and smell of Xoriat-tainted land in a long, long time. To be honest, my fear nearly unmanned me. Mind you death doesn’t frighten me, nor does pain. I know for certain that both are my constant companions.

But the madness of Xoriat terrifies me.

I’m a fucking dwarf. I know stone and metal, but even I can see the unnatural bend and skew of nature where Xoriat walks, and this beast was more than touched by it. Tuskgutter’s very roars echoed with joy, bloodlust, and an invitation to join with it. The creature’s tainted intelligence made my skin crawl, and unfortunately even my mightiest blows fairly came to naught. I was merely an annoyance.

The others’ were doing a decent job of inflicting damage, so I took it upon myself to ensure that I was the biggest annoyance I could be, distracting it, and taking hits where I could. I’m sure Adra would have something wonderfully droll to write into that book of hers about it…

We were lucky in that Tuskgutter was fast, mean, brutal, and alone. My old cohort wasn’t so lucky.

Maybe that is what makes these waterheads different: They’re lucky.

Regardless, I’ve faced Xoriat’s filth again, and come out stronger for it. I don’t think I’ll ever step to battle with such foulness with no trepidation, but next time…

Well, next time will be next time.

In other news, it was good to see Ellios again, and Adra was being a nosy snoop. There’s a reason the common folk despise organized religions.

Life is too short. Find solace where you can.

Adra's Journal: Session 5
Session 5: Tuskgutter's End

Session 5: “Tuskgutter’s End”

From the journal of Adra Kellen:

Nymm 2, 817
On the Trail, between Oleg’s and Tuskwater Fortress

I had a chance to speak with Jhod during our travel to the Tuskwater Fortress. He shared with me that the fortress was once a monastery to the Hag Queen Gyronna. Apparently, Jhod has a good deal of knowledge pertaining to these lands. The monastery was home to a coven of witches that worshipped this hag as a god, as she granted them wishes. From what Jhod has told me, I believe that this coven was a Cult of the Dragon Below. Many of these cults have similar themes and this one being led by a hag is no different from the numerous cults I have studied in my lessons as an acolyte. I once had the displeasure of discovering a cult masquerading as worshippers of Arawai. This one, from the sound of it called itself a monastery and attracted ascetics for quiet study and reflection while the coven preyed on them.

Nymm 3, 817
Tuskwater Fortress

Back in the fortress. Even though Cedric and the two supposedly reforming bandits cleaned up the mess from a few days ago, knowing its history the fort has taken on a more sinister feel. Not to mention the imminent threat of the undead just outside, in the fields surrounding the fort. Jhod has discussed how we should go about killing the abominations, while I suggested we take positions atop the walls and fire at them from safety. We will take to this tomorrow.

When we arrived I noticed that Cedric wasn’t exactly himself. Curious. I wonder if this fort has had an effect on him. Its history of witches and hags could have corrupted more than the graves out in the fields. I have alerted him to the fort’s past and he has had a feeling that something impure had gone on here, even before the Stag Lord took up its residence. He has assured me that no evil has overtaken him. He complained to Stonehands that he has had little to nothing to drink; apparently that flask on his hip is not endless…

Nymm 4, 817
Tuskwater Fortress

The undead are finally at rest. Between Jhod, Boris, and I we were able to make sure that the bodies of the monastery’s previous inhabitants never rise again. The dead bandits were burned shortly after we left for Oleg’s several days ago. It’s as if the fort itself has brightened. The dark halls of its interior seem to be slightly brighter and the courtyard is fresher, as if a great wind had blown away any remnants of what ever had lingered here. Glory to the Flame.

Nymm 6, 817
Tuskwater Fortress

A message has arrived from Oleg’s. The missive was addressed to us by the Sword Lords. Apparently our letters were received. An agent of the Sword Lords will be sent down to Oleg’s within the next few weeks, hopefully by the end of the month. This comes as we were discussing finishing the exploration of the forest to the west to further complete the charter. The plan was to ride out today and return before Lharvion.

Nymm 6, 817
Edge of the forest, the Narlmarches

We rode out to the forest’s edge and decided to make camp just outside the Narlmarches. Cedric was a little less than eager to re-enter the forest as last time he was afflicted with green fur, fey curse. We broke out our gear and made camp. Boris has decided to go hunting before the sun sets. The rest of are remaining here.

Cedric has been uncharacteristically quiet on the trip from the fort. I was able to speak with him, though I might have unnerved him as I haven’t been too comfortable talking with the rest of the party. I just haven’t really had reason to. This situation is of concern. Cedric is the default leader of this expedition and if his head is not in the right place then we are all in danger. He assured me that he was focused on the mission. Apparently there has been some situation in the north concerning his family and his thoughts have wandered to their wellbeing and safety. Acceptable, though he should be able to distance himself. From what I can understand, Cedric has been away from his house and family commitments for nearly a decade. I’ve been away nearly as long. I can’t say I understand his devotion. If he left his family there’s a reason for it. Why else would you leave?

Boris made his way back to camp with a trapper in tow. The two of them seemed to have been able to take down a bear. Our hunter had success. Cedric seemed slightly uneasy about the man who entered the camp, though I could only assess that he was similar to the trappers out here in this lawless land. I could detect no ill intention, only a need to be free of any law or civilization. He immediately took a liking to Stonehands and was thrilled to see Kurgar. Let me repeat that. Thrilled to see Kurgar…

I took a closer interest in this man, he had introduced himself as Ellios and had been trapping in the area for the last few years. The man had a certain sophistication about him that just didn’t lend to trapping or for being thrilled to see Kurgar. Seriously? Anyway, he gave us the majority of the bear and joined us for dinner. He shared what he knew about the Narlmarches and the Greenbelt as a whole, much of which we either deciphered on our own or had been told by others.

Nymm 7, 817
Edge of the forest, the Narlmarches
Early Morning

By the Eternal Flame, I had the most uncomfortable sleep. My rest was constantly interrupted by a rustling and howling not far from camp. It only seemed to get louder when Kurgar was on watch. He had gone to investigate whatever was making the noise and had remained out of sight for most of his watch. I could only make out his return when it was my turn to take watch. The dwarf really should invest in some small clothes, and to think he spent the duration of his watch dressed or should I say hardly dressed like that is beyond me. I’m sometimes happy that I can’t see through darkness like some other races. I had asked him what the noise was; he claimed it was trolls mating. Once again, human sight is well enough.

Nymm 8, 817
The Narlmarches
Late afternoon

This morning Cedric’s and Stone’s afflictions had returned. Cedric was once again covered in green fur and Stone had rabbit ears sprouting from where his ought to be. He was also cursed with a tail that resembled a rabbit’s. I was unfortunate enough to have discovered this. Stone seems to have accepted his new appearance while Cedric has remained completely covered by his plate armor. He has kept his helmet on for most of the day only removing it while we rested. While we explored we discussed some lofty subjects, including psionics and the kalashtar. I wouldn’t have guessed that any of this company would be at all knowledgeable on these topics. Surprises never cease.

Nymm 9, 817
The Narlmarches

We have made camp a safe distance from the horrific den of Tuskgutter. Earlier today we had found a set of strange hoof prints that resembled a boar’s, though they were slightly deformed. Based on the evidence we had found the day before and what Ellios had shared with us we figured that we were approaching the den of Tuskgutter. By midafternoon, we had come across a despoiled land; the trees were twisted in unnatural ways the ground looked as if no living thing had grown there for ages.

As we ventured further into the desecrated land a thick fog covered the ground and almost seemed to swallow up the sound of the surrounding forest. No birds were heard or any other creature. Our horses refused to enter any further and we had to leave them at the edge of the fog. We finally came upon a tree that contained a large hollow beneath it. The mostly obscured ground showed signs of blood and carnage that led to the hollow’s entrance. When we approached the tree, we were all unnerved. Cedric remained the most calm, while Kurgar was the farthest from. I had not seen the dwarf in such a condition. He was sweating profusely and nearly panting from fear. His skin had turned the starkest white and was visibly trembling.

Just as Boris was about to enter the hollow the creature attacked us from the trees! This was no ordinary boar, the thing was nightmare made real. It resembled a boar in only that it had tusks and hooved feet, everything else was alien. Its jaws were segmented much like the mandibles of an insect while its legs seemed adapted to springing and climbing despite its hooved feet. An evil intelligence gleamed in its crimson eyes, the thing was Khyber touched.

Boris was lucky; the thing merely impaled him and tossed him away. Our weapons seemed to do only minimal harm to the creature while Cedric’s sword devastated it. My arrows had little to no effect and in fact one had hit squarely, but was repelled by the creature’s unnatural hide. I chose cold iron arrows to fire next and the wounds it caused gave me hope we could finish the beast. The others had engaged it in melee and Stonehands delivered a killing blow that left his axe embedded in its corpse. As the thing shuddered it began to dissolve and deflate as black ichor dripped from the multiple wounds we had inflicted. The ichor seemed to further spoil the land. The creature’s head remained along with its deadly tusks.

We investigated the aberration’s den and found it to be as horrific, if not more so, that the creature itself. The cramped space under the tree was filled with bones, though not scattered and random as a natural animal’s den. The remains were arranged by a wicked intelligence driven by some unnatural evil. Crude symbols were drawn on the crumbling walls and on the earthen floor. I recognized them, but could not decipher them. Merely looking upon them had made me dizzy and repelled my intention to investigate further. The markings were of the Xoriat, the plane of madness. The creature was undoubtedly from that plane or had been left behind from its incursion to our world so long ago. Though, a more sinister and more alarming origin could be from deep within the land. Not all Xoriat creatures were eliminated or sent back to their plane. Some had remained deep within Khyber, harboring those that sought the path of madness. We should hope that this creature was an anomaly, for having a gateway to Khyber in this land would be, most unfortunate.

Nymm 10, 817
Clearing East of the Skunk River- the Narlmarches

While we have put more than a day’s travel between us and the horror of Tuskgutter’s lair, we have still encountered the creature’s unmistakable tracks. The creature’s range was rather far and looking back we may have seen its tracks as far north as the mouth of the Skunk River. I had shared my appreciation of being as far away from that den as we were and Kurgar finally broke his silence. He had not been himself since the encounter with Tuskgutter. He was quieter and less unwholesome, keeping to himself. That is not to say he is normally talkative, say like Stonehands or Cedric, but he usually will grunt or share some vile story about his conquests or regale us with his time as a mercenary. He explained that his company had faced a similar encounter to the one we had faced the day before. The company was unprepared and lost a significant number. He was scant with details and it was best not to press him. While writing, fey music can be overheard. It’s as it was the numerous times before. The others assure me that they will not venture into the night.

Nymm 11, 817
Boggard ‘Kingdom’-Sunken ruins, marsh, west of Skunk River, the Narlmarches

Today was interesting. I am writing from the ruins of a small village? It’s hard to tell exactly as the mire has reclaimed much of the worked stone and left only a few structures even remotely intact. We had passed over the Skunk River and entered a mire west of the river. Boris was the first to spot two buildings, or what was left of them. He also noticed what looked to be signs of recent habitation. When we had time to investigate it was evident that some of the ruined structures had been improved upon. This is where we encountered the boggard and its frog-like pet? The boggard was not openly hostile and even attempted to trade with Boris. He produced a dark green gem for the bag of hallucinogens Boris had found at the fort. We had known about the boggard from the kobolds, and it confirmed that it had eaten quite a few of our potential allies. It also claimed to rule these lands, the sunken ruins. We had little reason to dispute its rule as its intelligence was no more than that of a child claiming to be a knight wielding a wooden sword.

I can’t say I am pleased to be sleeping in a swamp…The agent should be back by the time we return. I can hold onto the idea of returning to civilization.

Nymm 15, 817
Balinor Monument, the Narlmarches
Early Evening

The worshippers of the old gods had a great day of laboring to clear an ancient monument to Balinor. We came across an overgrown statue of Balinor as his Stag avatar. Boris was most excited and immediately went about clearing debris from it. Cedric joined in and Stone also assisted. I had lost track of Kurgar in all of this as I remained focused on my notes. It gave me time to organize a few notes I had made over the last few days, which had been mostly uneventful. We made significant progress exploring the Narlmarches and at this rate should be back to the fort in a week’s time.

I need to mention that without my diligent note keeping and mapping we would be nowhere near completing this charter. Boris has proven himself to be a fair woodsman and has had the apparent luck of his patron god as we keep stumbling upon his temples and shrines. Stone has been useful in a fight and while supposedly on pilgrimage has done little to warrant my attention. The priest that sent him on this pilgrimage should be cited, I have never once heard of our clergy sending our faithful, new to the fold or not, on some quest to receive healings or other blessings. It is, however, completely within reason to send the Purified on a pilgrimage for spiritual examination or to do work in the name of the Flame. Kurgar…he’s useful…in a fight. Cedric has proven himself to be a worthy leader. He has been able to keep the charter’s goals above his own or the rest of the party’s. I respect that devotion to the mission. It’s a shame that he continues to follow an antiquated philosophy. I’ve already discussed faiths with him and he is unyielding. I respect that, anyone with flimsy beliefs is not to be trusted.

Into The Maw Part III: The Aftermath

Into The Maw Part III: The Aftermath

     The adrenaline started to to wear shortly after and I was finally able to take in sight of what we had just went through. Several bodies lay strewn about, limbs missing, organs freed from their rightful place, blood from one joining others in a massive pool, and a giant owl bear to the far end in an equally large pool of it’s own blood. “Well, I am tired and I am sure as hell not cleaning this up. I’m hitting the hay” said Kurgar. He then grasped onto a bloody cot and dragged it outside and started to go to sleep. “Oh he cannot be serious. Yes it is late but much more work needs to be done” Boris said. He surveyed the area with great intent and finally decided to plop down in a small puddle of blood next to the body of Fat Nori. Well what was rest of Fat Nori.

     Boris with surprising macabre strength then started to rip into the remains of Fat Nori, seemingly like he was trying to find something. “Oh heavens man. What on earth are you doing?” I say in disgust. “These men could have swallowed something valuable when we initiated our attack” he replied. “Well I assure you Boris, the only thing that you are going to find in that man’s stomach is his lunch.” Stonehands I noticed started trotting to the corner with a rather pale look on his face. “Speaking of lunch, excuse me, I am gonna lose mine” which he said in a hurry. Right after that Stoney vomited and hurled until he was in dry heaves. “I did not figure him for a weak stomach. Interesting…” said Adra. Stonehands was then starting to wipe some puke from his chin as he spun around to address me and Adra. “Ya know I understand how this madman over here digging into people isn’t disturbed by this. Though you two, come on. How does this not disgust you” as he gestured to the bloodbath that encompassed the room.

     Adra simply shrugged. “I’ve seen worse”. I did not even have a response. To be honest I did not even give it a thought at all. I mean yes the stench was slowly beginning to fill my nostrils and some of the bodies in particular were displayed in a gruesome fashion. This oddly enough did not bother me at all. It made me think right there and then, after everything I have been through since I have left home, just how desensitized I have become. That I do not even bat an eyelash to a scene of slaughtered bodies. Huh. I wonder if this is why I drink a lot, to repress something? No, nope. That is not it. Damn, am I more like our Inquisitor then? I turn and see Akiros turning into the room to survey the damage as he made his way to the courtyard. He had this certain expression on his face that the death he was looking at was inconsequential. I really hope that was not the same look I wore

     “Aha!” shouted Boris as he popped up from the body he was searching. He sprinted towards us and held out in his bloody hands a small leather pouch to which he opened to show it’s contents. “See there was something in that man. I knew it. What is it by the way?” Me and Adra gave a once over at the powdered contents and said in unison “Drugs.” He smiled as he tied the pouch back up and stowed it away in one of his belt pouches. “Well drugs are quiet valuable. That is sure to net some good value to someone.” Adra stepped forward and stared him down. “So you will knowingly break the law for financial gain?” Boris laughed. “Then we can arrest the person who bought the drugs, take the drugs back and resell them. I say it is a way to weed out criminals and raise profit for us.” Adra scowled and turned away from him. “Why do I even bother” she said.

     Shortly after that Stonehands found another bandit named Topper Red, which he quickly added that he seemed to be like Akiros, a decent man in the wrong place. Adra rolled her eyes and still took to questioning him and interrogated him sternly. I did not get the notion that the man enjoyed nor partook in evil acts, so I decided to lump him in with Akiros to see if redemption and atonement was an option. In our talk with him we did get from him there was someone else downstairs. An old prisoner that the Stag Lord kept in the basement. That his sole purpose was to keep him alive just to beat, cripple, and maim.

     “Sounds like that could be pappa Stag Lord” Boris said. “What on earth makes you think this poor old man would be that monster’s father” I said. Boris was lost in thought for a moment and replied. “Well I would imagine that someone like the Stag Lord would kill anyone who got in his way. Though if he is keeping the man alive to just hurt him, then it is personal. It is an older man and this Stag Lord clearly had issues. So all signs point to it being his father.”

     We gathered up and headed down into the basement to see to this poor old man. Upon entering the celler, a horrid stench hit us. This was more akin to that of blood that sat around to long, sweat that clung to clothing for ages, and feces that has sat around even further. We did find a small cell to which contained nobody, or so I thought. The old prisoner in question turned out to be some horrible magic user as we found him darting back and forth on the wall. We did not even had a chance to use words with the man for he attacked us first, sending hordes of rats and an ant that was my size in a direct attack against us. This all was happening while Kurgar decided he needed his beauty sleep. The battle faded quickly and the old man was promptly knocked out. This man set off my internal alarms and once again that white, hot feeling of hate washed over me in this man’s presence. Me and Adra agreed to let the man sleep off the beating to which we would give questioning in the morning.

     We all wearily headed back up, piled up all the bodies in the owl bear pen in case they got back and started walking around again. Hey there were zombies next door, it could have happened. Better to be paranoid about nothing than being oblivious. We then tried to get the best rest we could outside the compound. The next day would have to hold a complete search of the fort, questioning of the old man, and a clear decision of what to be done next.

     I started to tussle and turn in my sleep, for which thoughts we what kept me awake. The whole situation of my House being entangled in a war had me worried. What made it worse was that I knew so little and all I had were questions and possible scenarios playing in my head. I opened my eyes and just stared there, in my bed roll, just looking at the stars. I reached over, grabbed my sword and held it close to me. “Hell of a night. Man that was awesome. You see the way that oaf looked at you when you spilled him! Jeez I miss moments like that” Darius said enthusiastically. “I am happy you could enjoy that particular moment” I dryly responded. “So. I noticed that you had an episode back there when the mean dwarf was getting chomped on by the owl bear. Care to explain?” he said. “Just an empathic backlash. Reminded me of you a bit in your last moments. Did not want to see anything happen to anyone in my group.” The image of my friend Darius laying against the wall with arrows, two small hatchets, and a sword protruding from him kept flashing in my head. “Yea but that dwarf is an asshole. If he died, one less problem for you in the future right?” I sighed as I thought about it. Yes it would technically be one less problem. It would not be the right thing to do though. “Even though the man has been crass, he has been loyal to the goal. Regardless he is part of the group. That is all to it.”

     Then the thought of losing my family started to play in my head. Seeing my father, my brothers, mother, sisters….everyone in that same position and pose that Darius was in started to haunt me. “I need to talk to you about another matter. What do you think of me….possibly staying here? Setting up a safe haven for my family. For anyone for the matter?” Everything was starting to eat at me. If something were to happen to my family I would want them protected. Sheltered from a war that need not to be fought. They could be here. With me. Here we can start a new life. This land requires so much help. The short time I have been here I have already come to that conclusion. I have seen it bad before. Corrupt cities, unsupported hamlets, and others of the likes. This was a bit different. Those were establishments that had other people that could possibly, maybe do something. Here though, out in the Green Belt. There was chaos. No order, no help. Just nothing.

     “Well that is ambitious of you I will give you that. I like it a lot better then you running onto a massive battlefield and getting your head lopped off. Then you are dead and some other jackass takes me off your corpse and probably melts me down.” I stayed there looking up at the stars examining each one with purpose, like somehow there, I was going to find an answer to my problem. “Well you never actually told me if the idea was good or not” I said. Darius sighed and grumbled a bit. “Does not matter what I think. Seems you set your mind that you are going to stay here and take this damn spooky sunken fortress. Sword Lords are not going to like it if they want you out and set you up elsewhere.” I thought about it for the moment and smiled. “No. Something tells me I was meant to be here. Everything that has happened as of late. I bet they will just say thanks for taking care of the immediate threat down here and I will be good to go.”

     I heard crunching of gravel near me and I sat up quickly ready to unsheathe my sword. Adra was standing near the bonfire in the center of camp just staring at me. “Who were you talking to?” I saw her then peer out to scan the surrounding area and then back to me. “I have a godddess. Do you ever speak to the one you are faithful to?” I reply. She cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes harder at me. “Heavens woman don’t look at me like that. I have a hard enough time trying to sleep as is.” She shook her head and walked away, back to her chair by the fire. “Oooh she almost caught us! Then you would have to explain to her that I am one of the many voices you hear in your head. Such fun!” Darius laughed. I took my sword and gently flung it underneath my pillow. “Jerk” I mumbled.

      I was awoken by the sound of a horrible, agonizing scream. It was Boris’s wretched,skeletal, fey bird. That was definitely something I wanted to hear first thing in the morning. To hear at all in any time of the day and in any situation in matter of fact. Boris walked over to me while reading a small letter.

     “Uh the bird carried with it a message from Oleg. He said when you were able to that you have received a parcel. From your sister it appears.” He frowned as he was reading the rest of the message. “He also says to speak with Keston Garress. It does not seem well.” A cold feeling started to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. What befell of my family now? This was not a good way to wake up at all and start the day.

     I got up and made my way around inside the fort and to my surprise, Topper Red and Akiros where still here and started up a small pot of stew for the group. Adra sauntered up next to me as I was nearing the basement stairs, to deal with the old man that we took down last night. “So will you let this one free after you are done questioning him. Like the others?” I shook my head at her while hunkering my head down so it would not hit the top part of the wall heading down. “This one does not live regardless. I could feel corruption dripping from his very being” I replied. We found the old man in his cellar where we left him and to my surprise, still unconscious. Adra pulled him up a bit by the handcuffs she slapped on him to make sure they were not loosened or any other matter of trickery to be had.

     I crouched next to the emaciated, old man and pressed my left palm to his head and with it his eyes began to flicker open. Not much to my amazement that the old man seemed delirious. A raving lunatic even. Adra was questioning him and the only thing we could find out that was any use or slightly informative that the man in question was indeed the Stag Lord’s father. Score one to Boris for the amazing insight. His rambling after a few minutes began to make me weary as there was no point to let his life continue any longer.

     We had him propped up, on his knees waiting to be executed. Adra started to pull out her bow as I gently pushed her to the side as I began to draw Darius. “No, let me. You put down the son, I will put down the father.” She put back her bow and nodded. “What we offer is a mercy.” The old man tried to stand back up but I quickly pushed him back down on his knees. “If you have a God or Goddess, pray to him or her now, so I may send you. Let them be your last words” I said.

     The old man started a small rant and again I grew tired of it, this time rather quickly. I targeted him with my own divine judgment as I felt that same white hot, hate cascade over me. I held Darius over the old man, with a downward thrust with it’s point, into the man’s vertebrae and through his throat. He gurgled for a second or two and then finally just stopped. “I have to admit it. I did not think someone with your…restrictions would kill a man like that. Old, bound up, clearly not in his right mind, and unarmed. Just curious, I thought knights like you had a certain code of honor” I heard Adra said. I wiped the mans blood off on his tattered rags and drew my sword back into my sheath. “Simple. Evil things need to be dispatched. No matter what the situation. Plus they are not worthy of my honor.” She just smiled, nodded and repeated once again “It was an act of mercy.”

     I dragged the dead body up the stairs and while doing so already saw Kurgar taking off on a horse without even so much as saying a goodbye. Well who could blame him. He is a mercenary. He did his job and he was off to collect. Not much more to it. I took the man over to the pen with the other dead bodies and shoved him in. “Rot with your bastard son you filth.”

     Everyone was talking of heading back to Oleg’s but I was not in the mood for such a thing. At this point I wanted to stay here and settle like I planned on doing. That and I needed to become more acquainted to Akiros and Topper Red. I was not going to leave a building like this to two bandits I hardly knew, even if I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. That and there was the whole issue of having to clean up the dead bodies. Oh yes and the dead bodies that were still moving around outside the walls. Crap almost forgot about those for some reason.

     I told Stonehands to retrieve the parcel that was waiting for me at Oleg’s. I relayed to both Stonehands and Adra that I would also like Lt. Garress down here to rotate shifts on guarding this now acquired fort plus to bring in Jhod to see if he could help with the undead problem. They both gave me a worried look when I said I was staying but would await their return. Adra seemed she was about to say something but closed her mouth and left. Stonehands did not also like the idea but gave into it when I firmly stood my ground.

     So there I was. Standing alone by the gate of the Stag Lord’s Fort. Watching my group gallop off into the distance. I stood there, taking in stock of everything that needed to be done. I would hope this place would clean up ok and these two bandits still had a shot of redemption before them. I made my way inside only to see Akiros dragging bodies out of the pen into a neat pile outside, in the back of the fort. “What are you doing exactly?” He threw what was once the Stag Lord into the pile, spit on the body and then turned to me. “Well this place needs to be cleaned up right? Plus we need to burn this bunch. Don’t want them coming back as anything else now do we?” Me and him looked around and really saw how much there needed to be done. Just how much blood there was in this whole place. It then at that moment looked like to large of a task. Topper Red came up to us with buckets and rags. “Come on guys, we got work to do. Hope you don’t mind getting your hands bloody.” Akiros grumbled something about having to much blood on his hands as he took a torch to the mound of bodies and straw. I thought about it for a moment. How much blood would I get on my hands before my time was up?

Adventure Log – Session 6: Civil War

We finished the exploration of the lands under our charter and related cartography work. The Sword Lord inspector came to determine whether or not we were successful in removing the banditry pestilence affecting the area. His inquiries were answered in a satisfactory manor.

My father was slain in a recent skirmish. My mother wants to wash her hands clean of the matter, while my brother vows revenge. My mother seems to be handling the news in her own way, and I have a need to support her. Perhaps I can convince my brother of this.

The unit and I were summoned before the Council of the Sword Lords. We were each in tern granted awards according to kind. I was presented with a medal of valor, and a knighthood. I was named the next Scion of my house.

We were given the means necessary to build a settlement in the lands we charted. It would seem that men, many young, are eager to give the frontier life a go. I find it peculiar that a great many ladies of the evening are planning on settling the area arounf the Fortified Abby of Serenity.

It will be interesting to build a settlement.


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