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Post by Magman on Feb 10, 2010 20:29:06 GMT -6
From the personal journal of Gareth de Garen 3 Patchwall, CY 580
I heard the Call when I was extremely young.
The Lady’s summons to her service was, in fact, my earliest and most cherished memory. Something had woken me, some nameless fear that only newborns can sense, and I clung to my crib, whimpering in childish fear, but her soothing voice eased my terror and lulled me back to sleep. I recall her words – if they actually were words – even now, with absolute recall:
Sleep, little Gareth, her whispers told me, You are not yet ready to serve me. But you will be.
Her promise rings to me even now, twenty-one years removed from my infancy. Two years have passed since I swore myself into her service, a year past since Mother finally forgave me – or at least claimed to – for not following Heironeous as our family ever has, and I wonder what the future holds. What service will the Shield Maiden have of me? Even now, as I write these words, I know not what lies before me. Only that I am drawn from my home.
In my dreams, I see a city built within the mouth of a dormant volcano. Darkness dwells within this city, darkness that is growing, and I know that danger lurks within every shadow. And yet, the darkness is not absolute. Hope has not yet been lost. Perhaps that is why I am Called to Quest. Time will tell.
Father kept a journal of his exploits, his actions. I was ten when he rode off to Quest for the last time. In his honor, I keep this tradition alive. Perhaps one day, my own son will be able to read about my own adventures.
In Mayaheine’s name, I pray.
5 Patchwall, CY 580
Rode out of Axeport today and it was a somber leavetaking. Katarina, Count Walworth’s daughter and the woman I would marry, promised that she would wait for me. She will earn her spurs soon and, as a paladin of Heironeous will ride to Quest herself. I wonder if we will be reunited.
Her father was not unhappy to see me leave. He has never approved of me though Father counted him as a friend. I am sure that It is my allegiance to Mayaheine that he disapproves of, not me. The de Garen name is well-loved in the Shield Lands and he thinks I bring dishonor to it.
In Mayaheine’s name, I pray.
7 Patchwall, CY 580
Met a man today. He gave his name as Ulrich von Liechtenstein and, from his bearing, dress, and demeanor, I take him to be a minor nobleman, a freesword perhaps, whose house has fallen on difficult times. He was vague regarding the location of his lands and bears no device or crest. Only a fool or a blackguard would claim noble status in the Shield Lands and be unable to prove it, but he strikes me as neither.
He too travels to Hallorn, the city in my dreams, for business that is his own so we ride together. Dark are the tales of the Bandit Kingdoms and safety is in numbers.
In Mayaheine’s name, I pray.
13 Patchwall, CY 580
For the souls of those whom I slew, I pray: Mayaheine, deliver them to their final accounting. Judge them by their hearts and their souls; I know not if they were good men or no and pray to thee, my Lady, to absolve me of my guilt should they be upright men. In Mayaheine’s name, I pray.
Seven men set upon us this day. They struck without warning and it was a hard fight to win free. Two fell to my blade, two to Ulrich’s before the rest fled us. I had no time to Judge if they were Evil or simply starving peasants. We consigned them to the Oerth Mother’s grasp and I prayed to Mayaheine to accept them unto her embrace should they be worthy.
Our mounts are lost, slain in the battle. Ulrich is furious and threatened to hunt the surviving men down before I convinced him to press on to Hallorn. It was not cowardice or faint-heartedness that stirred my action but simple common sense; to these men, this land is home so it would be all too easy to walk into an ambush. After time in consideration, Ulrich grudgingly agreed – I suspect that the death of his warhorse is a reminder of how far his house has truly fallen. I grieve for the death of Spartan – he was a boon companion and it will be long before I can find a steed to replace him.
We reach Hallorn tomorrow.
In Mayaheine’s name, I pray.
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Post by Magman on Feb 12, 2010 19:38:48 GMT -6
15 Patchwall, CY 580 – Morning
Had an unusual dream last night. I dreamt of a large room, filled with evil. A creature I recognize from Ser Barristan’s tales and Father’s old journals as a beholder floats before me, demanding a particular child. I declare that “We are taking all of them” and the abomination smites me with a ray of some kind. Frozen in place, I can do nothing as death is all around me. I woke troubled and confused; never have I had such a dream, one so clear. Have I seen the future? Is it a warning from Mayaheine? Time will tell.
In Mayaheine's name, I pray.
15 Patchwall, CY 580 - Evening
This city is repellant and filled with evil. Ulrich and I were sized up by the guards as we entered and taxed an obscene amount of silvers just to be allowed entry. I question the wisdom of constructing a city within the mouth of a volcano, dormant or no; the smell, even this far from the center of the caldea, is horrible.
We quickly learned that a number of kidnappings had been taking place throughout the city and little, if anything, was being done about them. Spoke with the leadership of Cuthbertian church, specifically a female cleric named Anthea and a paladin-templar named Sir Tercival. From them, I understand that they have hired a group of adventurers to investigate the kidnappings but that nothing had been heard from them in some time; Ulrich and I volunteered to aid them.
After spending some small time at the orphanage from which four children were recently abducted, our investigations led us to the only locksmith in the city. While I cannot entirely agree with the ethos of the Cuthbertian clergy, I must admit that they have earned my respect by operating an orphanage in a place such as this. It is the responsibility of all civilized peoples to aid the downtrodden and less fortunate; need to find out if I can aid the orphanage in some other way.
Discovered the locksmith’s door barred but with the sign declaring that it was open prominently displayed. Through the window, we saw signs of a struggle and Ulrich forced the door, concerned that injuries may have taken place. Discovered a halfling and a human bearing the symbol of Kord. The halfling began explaining that they were part of the team hired by the Cuthbert clergy and that the gnome locksmith had fled. I sensed no evil from them and her explanation sounded likely.
Three others emerged from some sort of underground passage bearing a fourth. The fourth was clearly of half-orc blood and quite dead; he was carried by a human who bore a striking resemblance to the dead man indicating close ancestry. Both wore some sort of odd dress instead of trousers and, as the man carrying his kin exited the locksmith, one of the other newcomers, also wearing the odd dress and looking wan, produced an exotic apparatus that appears to be an instrument of some kind. Ulrich and I exchanged glances as he began playing a mournful wail – a funeral march, I suppose. The last of the newcomers was a young girl, barely old enough to marry.
With Ulrich remaining at the locksmith to secure it, I led them back to the Cuthbert temple where the dress-wearer – Walays, I learned – paid to have a restoration spell cast upon him; they had faced a monstrous spider of some kind within the underground lair but believed that they had located the entrance to the next level.
Upon our return to the locksmith, we discovered two Red Sashes – guards, if you will – preventing entrance into the shop. Both the halfling – Khea – and I sought a diplomatic solution but Ulrich emerged from the shop wearing what appeared to be a sash of his own. He convinced the two guards that we had approval from the guards for our investigation; though I strongly disapprove of his deception – and told him so – I cannot help but grudgingly admit that it worked. I suspect the two guards were holding out for a bribe of some kind to gain entrance.
Made our way through the underground tunnels to the lift; saw the bodies of the slain hobgoblins. Took the lift down – it went some considerable distance into a area constructed of malachite. This was cause for some minor excitement among the party as word of a divination spell cast by Deacon Anthea indicated that malachite was involved. The follower of Kord – a man named Grolthnir who, I understand, isn’t quite a cleric but is still able to channel the Brawler’s divine might – discovered a secret door that we passed through.
Beyond the liftway, we discovered a large room with two cages and an odd crystalline sculpture. Upon investigation, we were set upon by the sculpture. Mere heartbeats after we had destroyed the sculpture, the only door in the room opened and an ogre emerged. The stench about the creature was horrible but we won free and put the vile creature to the sword. As Ulrich and the slip of a girl – Shelby, who has displayed some roguish abilities: I will be keeping my eye on her – recovered from venturing into the orge’s putrid chamber and retrieving a chest, I searched the room proper, discovering two additional secret doors.
Pushing the ogre back into his horrible room, we pressed on. With Mayaheine guiding my selection, we passed through one of the secret and entered a long corridor that led to another secret door. Within it, we discovered an armory. This, we agreed, would be an excellent spot to set up camp. We spiked the doors and secured the room; the discovery of a suit of half-plate led to Ulrich’s donning of it at my suggestion. Tomorrow, we will venture forth and seek to rescue the missing children. Even as I write this, I can hear a dull ringing from beyond the other door.
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Post by Magman on Feb 13, 2010 20:27:16 GMT -6
17 Patchwall, CY 580
With a somber heart, I write these words. Grolthnir, the favored of Kord the Mighty, fell in battle well before his time. I pray to Mayaheine – and to Kord – to accept his soul to its final resting place. Though the cause was just, his death is unexpected.
To summarize, we woke with the Sun and set about readying ourselves for a second venture into the caverns. I visited the orphanage and learned – to my surprise – that young Terrem had been returned by a mysterious veiled woman. Unhurt, unmolested. This is a mystery that requires attention.
Resupplied, we returned to the cellblocks but were set upon the automatons once more. Despite our preparations, Grolthnir fell, felled by a mighty blow to the head that slew him instantly. For that, I am thankful. The automatons were deadly foes, both tough and powerful; I took several blows to my shield and armor that would have slain me but for the grace of Mayaheine and my own weaponskill.
Once more we returned to the city above and made a quick journey to the temple of Kord the Mighty to attend to Grolthnir’s body. Ulrich made several comments to the attending priest that even I found slightly offensive; they arranged to meet later to “resolve their differences” in the Kordish manner. Khea remained behind to grieve for her friend Grolthnir as the rest of us returned to the lower depths.
Passing through the great hall that had served as the slaver’s market, we were surprised to discover the half-dwarf alive once more, though he now wore only banded mail. Accompanied by a number of hobgoblins, he sought to lure us into a trap but we refused to be led. A flanking attempt was made by the hobgoblins and the half-dwarf – who we now suspected to have some sort of trollish ancestry – but it broke upon us like water upon rock. Ulrich strove against the half-dwarf – Kaz, as he was known, and threw him down. A single hobgoblin escaped, fleeing into the lower levels; we decided against pursuit for fear that he would lead us into another trap. The half-dwarf’s body we consigned to fire.
Back to the cellblocks we travelled and no small amount of searching revealed secret doors hidden beyond the illusory walls that had concealed the automatons; the northern path we followed, tumbling upon a treasure trove. I have little memory of the events that happened here beyond this: an abomination of some kind appeared in the form of a gong and struck without warning. We suspect now that it was a mimic and I thank Mayaheine that my comrades struck true and often for it felled me with its mighty grip. Ulrich woke me with a potion of healing and we gathered what treasure we found and retraced our steps.
The cellblocks we searched were depressingly empty so we turned to the second secret door which led to a third cellblock. Within we found five: a badly injured dwarven paladin named Fjolvar Silverbeard, a woman named Mercadi, a Gnome called Jasper, and two Men – Endercott and Deven, the former of which yet bore a fighting spirit. They were cheered to discover that we had thrown down the jailer – the one-armed hobgoblin we had slain yesterday, and Endercott armed himself with recovered gear. Onward we pressed, into a vile torture chamber. A woman we found within the cells and we eased her suffering as we could; with Ulrich, Endercott Shelby and Walys taking point, I carried the woman – Coryston, I learned later – and escorted the other four.
Retracing our steps, we emerged into the gathering dusk and proceeded directly to the Cuthbertian temple. Bishop Kragen was overjoyed at our success but I could not help but wonder at those we had not saved, those that the vile half-dwarf had sold into slavery. These thoughts I carried with into the night and sleep is yet to come.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray. Glory be Her Name and may She Defend those we could not save. Her Name.
18 Patchwall, CY 580
Spent most of the day in the markets, selling much of our accumulated equipment. Bishop Kragen of the Cuthbertian church presented us a reward for rescuing the four abducted children but I gave my portion to the unfortunates we rescued: it felt unseemly to hoard wealth in the face of such suffering as they faced. In thanks to our rescue of him, Fjolvar pledged to aid us in our endeavors to bright justice to this land.
Ulrich – fool that he is – met with the Kordish cleric to resolve their differences. I refused to attend this “match” but have learned that he defeated his foe through strength of arms alone. On one hand, I am proud of my friend for proving his mettle. And yet, I cannot help but think that had he kept a tighter leash upon his tongue, the matter would be moot. I begin to suspect that I know what happened to his lands and holdings for he sometimes – quite a lot of times, actually – speaks before thinking. I shall counsel him on it.
Paid a short visit to the orphanage and learned the children are quickly bouncing back. To the halfling matron – Gretchyn she called herself – I gave much silver for aid. It is not much and I intend to do more but it is a beginning.
Purchased a destrier to replace Spartan. I named him Champion and pray to Mayaheine that he proves worthy of the name. Moved into a quality inn; though the Cuthbert clerics have not mentioned it, I know they tire of my presence and I must admit that their doghma worries at my mind. Is not retribution in of itself a Lesser Evil?
The rest of my companions moved their belongings into the same inn; I suspect they too had tired of sleeping in penitents’ cells and longed for hot baths.
Walays spent much of the day apart from the Company, as did Shelby – she returned near dusk and bore a troubled countenance though I did not press her. Walays joined us for supper and told of two men seeking aid; trouble at a hamlet with orcs. We agreed to meet these Men tomorrow.
I will spend the evening in silent prayer, forsaking a night’s rest to reflect upon Mayaheine’s Divine Grace. Today is Godsday and I have much to be thankful for. My health is yet strong, my arms strong, and my faith unshaken. May Mayaheine, in Her Wisdom, guide my actions and direct my Focus. In Her Name, I pray.
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Post by Magman on Feb 14, 2010 16:13:24 GMT -6
19 Patchwall, CY 580
Met the two Men today. Hailing from a distant hamlet, they – Gorman and Wiley were their names – asked for our aid in dealing with orcish raiders. The village is home to a thriving gold mine and I could feel the avarice in Shelby and Walays at once. A reward was promised and, per Ser Barristan’s example, I will Judge with my own eyes if the village can afford such a thing. It would be ill done to accept payment from those who cannot afford it.
According to their story, the orcs overwhelmed the mine and forced the miners to flee. An expedition to rid the mine of the orcs failed and the two co-mayors – an odd concept if I’ve ever heard of one – barely escaped with their lives. The orcs are trapped and the miners cannot push them out – gaining entrance into the mine requires one to be lowered into it by way of pulley.
Though greed clearly clouded some of my companions’ intentions, our Company agreed to aid the hamlet – called Loch Durnan, if I recall. We depart upon the morrow. It is a four day ride through the Tangles.
An odd thing: the region is merely called the Tangles but it’s proper name – appropriately – is Hallorn. Named for the city-state we currently reside within. I wonder why it is called the Tangles?
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray.
21 Patchwall, CY 580
Discovered why it is called the Tangles. Trees are overgrown, making rapid travel nearly impossible. I suspect a druid would find it awkward to move. The trip should only take two days but this forest slows us to a crawl.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray.
22 Patchwall, CY 580
We should arrive at Loch Durnan the day after tomorrow, the gods willing. I have grown to dislike these trees.
Discovered Cutter’s Inn along this ”trail” and decided to spend a night on beds – such as they are. I managed to smooth over an argument between Gorman and a man named Rutland. He had an ill-favored look and I passed on Gorman’s warning that he was trouble. I suspect our paths shall cross once more.
A word on my companions. They are a disparate lot, and I am sure neither Mother nor Ser Barristan would approve of their company save mayhap Fjolvar and Ulrich. Khea and Walays are the most chaotic of the band, with wild ideas and a disrespect for Order that borders on disdain – I doubt either of them will ever become a good friend though I do value them as boon companions. Khea – a halfling – is a sorceror still growing in power, where Walays is a bard of some kind and the odd instrument he favors is something he refers to as “bagpipes.” His accent is rough and difficult to comprehend at times. I will not comment upon the “kilt” he wears beyond a description: though it appeared to be a skirt, it turns out that it is actually a long layer of cloth that is elaborately wrapped and tied. I have seen him unwrap some of it and use it as a blanket. A curious form of dress, I can see some advantages though the thought of me in such an outfit is nothing short of ludicrous.
Shelby is more orderly than either of the two but not nearly enough for my preferences. She is skilled at disabling traps but has also displayed some minor skill at spellcraft. Of late, she has appeared troubled and, if I knew her better, I would offer her what little wisdom I have. Fjolvar is a paladin errant of Moradin and it is in he that I find the most in common; I mislike judging others but I suspect that his time in captivity has injured him in mind and spirit.
And then there is Ulrich. A puissant warrior with questionable wisdom but a strong right arm. He has become a friend in the two weeks that I have known him. I can only pray that he gains the wisdom he so lacks.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray
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Post by Magman on Feb 16, 2010 22:21:00 GMT -6
26 Patchwall, CY 580
Arrived in Loch Durnan mid-morning in the middle of a rainstorm; it is a small hamlet on the side of a loch, hence its name. Learned that I had lost two days – clearly the time spent in the underground complex beneath Hallorn took longer than I originally thought. The hamlet is a quaint place with only two abnormalities: a fairly large manor house and a low stone tower. Gorman led us directly to the inn – Lochside Inn, as it were – but I excused myself and took Champion (and the donkey) to the stables.
Stables is run by a half-orc woman after whom I suspect it is named – Hannah. Though she offered to look after the steeds for free since we had come to rid them of the orc infestation, I insisted that she accept my money. Life can be hard, regardless of the presence of a nearby goldmine.
The inn was no different from any roadside inn I’ve encountered before; again, I had to insist that they accept my payment. The food was surprisingly good for such a rural area.
Met the co-mayors – Ian (an arcane caster of some sort) and Crimbal (a cleric of Rao the Mediator); I greeted Crimbal in a manner appropriate to one of his faith but he did not reciprocate. I find this mildly unnerving but it is clear that he has much upon his mind.
Crimbal did much of the speaking; they ventured into the mines a week or more ago where many men, including the much-beloved dwarven blacksmith Barland, were lost. Twenty orcs they knew of, plus an arcane caster of some sort. Khea asked about a map and Ian created a roughly-drawn one. As much of the day was spent and we were weary from our travels, it was decided that we would venture into the mines upon the following day. The two mayors excused themselves and departed, leaving us to our own devices.
I paid a stalwart lad of nine summers a silver piece to act as a guide around the small hamlet. He proved to be of middling use since we learned nothing particularly important although the disappearance of a local druid named Milly did raise an eyebrow.
Again, I was forced to use a shrine not devoted to the Shield-Maiden for my ablutions; I must research deeper into the Defender’s Codex to determine what the appropriate action in such a situation is. Does She approve of using another’s temple or does She desire me to seek a place of solitude, apart from other Powers to reflect upon Her Grace? ‘Tis vexing to not know the answers and there are none here whom I can ask.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray.
27 Patchwall, CY 580
We have walked into a trap. I write this from the pit, the “goldmine” we were asked to liberate from orcs. I wonder now if the orcs were not asked the same thing. It is times such as this that I can understand a Cuthbertian follower’s desire for vengeance. Fortunately, justice and vengeance are sometimes the same.
We entered the mine at dawn and did not think to ask how we were to be extracted. No sooner had we situated ourselves within the great cavern than we were set upon by a dozen orcs. They proved to be no problem and we threw them down without difficulty.
Deeper into the mine we ventured where we discovered the dwarf Barland – he was clearly Undead but had no Taint of Evil upon him and begged us to listen to his words before we Judged him. The hamlet, he claimed, is under the control of a devil, a devil only we could stop. This devil apparently has immense powers of the mind and can sway even the strongest of wills to his desire. Barland had a plan that involved collapsing the tunnel upon something – what exactly he never said – and he gave over a crudely drawn map with instructions. An axe he presented to Fjolvar, and an amulet that would protect the wearer from the devil’s mental prowess. As soon as the amulet left his hands, Barland became a mindless zombie and we were forced to put him to the sword.
I could tell that Fjolvar was greatly troubled by the incident for he had much difficulty in recalling appropriate funeral rites; what little aid I could give, I offered freely, and joined him in prayer over the dwarf’s body. We buried him under rock and pressed on. Given his might in battle, I urged that Ulrich wear the amulet; I have little desire to face him in battle. My companions agreed.
A pair of ghouls later troubled us, but we ended their Unlife and pressed on, only to be jumped by a third. None of them proved to be much of a threat. Some adventurers had clearly fallen to the sinister Undead and attended to their body as best as we could. Weariness had begun to set in then, for we had spent much of the day underground slaying or burying, so we retreated to the foreman’s shack where Barland had been discovered. As the casters among us retired to recover spent energy, I led Fjolvar and Ulrich into erecting defensive structures around the area. We hope that such structures are unnecessary.
For the souls of the lost, I pray – Mayaheine, Defender and Shield-Maiden, Protect them if you can. Your Grace Defends us All.
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Post by Magman on Feb 24, 2010 18:17:06 GMT -6
28 Patchwall, CY 580
Much has happened this day and, not for the first time, I am grateful for my gift of precise memory. I know not if it is a boon of my celestial heritage or a gift granted by the Lady in Her Divine Wisdom. Even now, I can close my eyes and envision exactly what occurred.
The defensive structures proved unnecessary and for that, I am thankful. We pressed on, discovering that the hand-drawn map Ian had given us was less than useful. There shall be a reckoning in the near future, this I swear.
Deeper into the mine we ventured. Through a doorway we passed into a large room with some number of orcs. We broke them in no time, putting them to sword and arrow.
Another force of orcs slowed us as we ventured deeper but proved to be no real threat. As we pushed on, however, we came across a rudimentary barricade constructed of sturdy doors set upon their side. A significantly larger group of the foul creatures, comprised of a number larger and more dangerous-looking orcs, stood ready to defend against us. At a glance, we could tell that it would be a hard fight, one that we might not be able to win through. Girding ourselves up for battle, we were slightly surprised that one of the orcs - a female - rose aloft a dirty white tunic and asked to parlay. With my companions at my back, poised to leap into actions, I strode forward to speak with this creature.
In halting Common, the orc - how does one differentiate between a male and female orc? - indicated that her mistress - whom I took to be a shaman of some sort - sought our aid. Much diplomatic banter ensued in which she - the apprentice - sought to put me at ease and convince us to accompany her to her mistress while I relayed our own concern at the idea of entering the camp. I learned little from her, though I did take it to mean that the devil was involved somehow. In the end, I agreed to accompany her to listen to her mistress’ plea. My companions were suitably concerned and Ulrich decided to accompany. Just in case.
The encampment we were led to was divided by a small stream; over this stream to a single hut guarded by four orcs we were led. Aside from our guide, we saw no woman, no children at all. Into the hut we entered to meet Shep, the orc shaman. With Ulrich tensed for battle at my side, I greeted the shaman - shamaness? - and awaited her tale. It was, as I suspected, one that involved this sinister force of darkness. According to the shaman, the chief of their tribe had fallen sway to the powers of the imprisoned the devil - Warpit, by name - the very same devil we had sworn to destroy. A deal was offered - the orcs would depart this place and return to their distant home once the devil was destroyed and she would aid us in bypassing the bulk of the orcish forces. An implicit threat was also in her words - we would treat with her or she would treat with her chieftain, Hortek. Little choice was given us and we agreed, though I promised righteous vengeance should she seek to betray us. An understanding was reached between and she offered a parting thing - the co-mayors, Ian and Crimble, had been seen treating with the devil quite often.
Returning to the rest of our companions, we relayed the deal. They too were understandably suspicious of dealing with orcs - many are the stories that deal with orcish treachery - but agreed that this would speed us to our final goal. Disguised by the shaman’s magery, we passed from the smaller encampment through a larger one. No where did we see females or young, prompting me to suspect that Shep spoke true about their desire to return to home. In this, I wonder, are orcs any different from Men or Dwarves or Elves? Do they not wish to return to hearth and home, to look upon loved ones with favor just as Men do?
To a stairwell Shep led us before turning back, leaving us to our own devices. Down we descended, into a newer looking area. At once, a sickly light could be seen further away and a sinister presence could be felt. Zombies lurched up at us - clearly villagers once but now shackled to Unlife - but we threw them down without difficulty. I paused long enough to whisper a prayer to Mayaheine to watch over their souls - if they yet had souls. Further we pressed, discovering what appeared to be a bottomless pit. Twin bridges, constructed of sturdy wood but atop ancient gnomish frameworks, circled the pit and, as Ulrich and I took opposite sides, more zombies lurched forward. As we threw them down, we could see our destination: a great chamber that surrounded an immense crystal - as tall as a Man - pulsing with dark energy. A sinister visage appeared within the crystal as we held the line against a wall of zombies; it glared at us as we hewed through its defenders. Winning free without casualty, we surged into the room.
As the plan, Ulrich immediately sought out the support beams indicated by the undead dwarf Barland while the rest of us made our way to the exit, discovering fouler Undead there. Skeletons attacked us and, though they could not breach my armor, I quickly discovered my sword to be useless against their fleshless bodies. The fight began to go ill when five orcs - one of which we suspected to be Hortek himself - entered the fray. Momentarily slowed by the corpses of the zombies we had slain at the entrance of the cave, they charged us, focusing their hate upon Fjolvar and dropping him. Hortek - if it was he - fell by our combined might and, as the ceiling began to collapse I saw with my own eyes the shaman enter the chamber. Whatever tricks she had used to avoid the devil’s might had clearly proven insufficient - she was in the act of casting a spell when the roof fell upon the chamber.
Ulrich and I dragged free of the rubble - though battered, he was yet alive and flushed with the victory. Only Fjolvar had fallen but I sought the Defender’s grace and laid my hands upon the stalwart dwarf - he was restored to consciousness. Victory was ours but our task was not yet complete.
A thought had occurred to me as the orcs rushed into the chamber; had the devil summoned reinforcements? It was the only way (aside from betrayal by the orc shaman) that the orcs would have known to attack at that very moment. I relayed my concerns to my companions and they agreed: though our spells were low, we would push on before additional forces could arrive and overwhelm us. The desire to see Crimbal and Ian brought to justice was strong within me.
Pressing on from the collapsed chamber, we discovered a doorway over which a carved demonic visage leered at us. A wave of fear washed over us but I found myself unaffected, clearly protected by Mayaheine's grace. Khea was overcome and I was forced to pursue her maddened flight in order to convince her to return to the doorway. Beyond it was an empty room in which we quickly discovered a concealed doorway that led to a storage room of some sort; within this room - aside from jars with severed heads! - were stairs that led up to a door that bore a coat-of-arms I recognized as the one worn by the "co-mayors." Beyond this door - which Ulrich was forced to smash open - was a dungeon. In the center was an immense mesh cage that was currently empty. The stench of animal blood and sweat was strong and sealed doors led to the six small cells. Within one cell was a hideous creature of snake and squid. Another contained an undead gnoll, and yet a third had a carrion crawler. Through the exit we ventured, into a room with stairs up.
Into a torture room. Even as the men who were clearly reinforcements rushed us, the impressions of evil and darkness were clear: a rack with bloodstains, an iron maiden that had clearly seen much use, a crow's cage with a skeleton. Crimbal and his guards surged forward, weapons brandished, but we threw them down. Crimbal himself sought to conceal himself within a weave of invisibility, but fell only after cursing Ulrich. A madman named Luis lurked within here and revealed that he had spent a lifetime studying death and pain. His claims that Ian and Crimbal were worshipping the devil we believed but his insistence that he was innocent of any wrongdoing did not sit well with us.
Even now, as I write these words, he studies us and makes notes of his own. In this moment, I fervently understand the Cuthbertian Oath of Retribution. He remains oblivious to the Evil that he has fostered and insists that he merely an observer; the old saying "Evil triumphs when good men do nothing" clearly has no impact upon his lack of a conscience.
Locked in a room within the torture chamber, we discover several prisoners: a family imprisoned for sinister reasons and the missing druid, Milly. Crimbal is discovered to have been a cleric of Iuz the Wicked - an odd circumstance considering the Old One is said to traffic in demons while the imprisoned creature was clearly a devil. Milly reveals that Ian is in possession of another crystal to which the devil fled after we collapsed the ceiling in the mines below. She also suggests we use a covered wagon to get us to the tower without being seen; we quickly decide to clear out the manor first.
Four of us - Fjolvar, Ulrich, Walays and I - advance upward into the manor proper, discovering - to our horror - a zombie child. If there was any doubt about the sorts of foes we faced, it was, in that moment, utterly and completely destroyed. The sheer depravity required to make an innocent child into a zombie...Justice is truly too good for such as these.
Concerned that someone might enter the manor from the outside, I barred the exits as we cleared the rooms. Upstairs we proceeded, discovering Crimbal's journal which I resolved to study at a later date in hopes of discovering additional agents that he might implicate. Skeletons - wearing wedding dresses; I hesitate to consider whether they were once brides - attacked us but we threw them down easily. We triggered a poison gas trap as we discovered a shrine to Iuz, a shrine we left alone for the time being. On our way back down, Walays suddenly collapsed, a victim to the secondary damage from the poison. We returned him to the dungeon and left him with Khea; Shelby offered to accompany us to the manor and we forced Luis to drive us to the temple.
Outside, rain fell, eerie and cold. Eyes followed the covered wagon. We arrived at the temple but Shelby's attempts to bluff Stefan (the "acolyte") failed. With dozens of eyes upon us, we abandoned the plan to acquire additional healing from within and pressed on to the tower.
Into the tower we rushed. An elven archer was upon the stairs as we ascend, bow at the ready, but she fell to a well-placed dagger thrown by Shelby - a dagger I suspect to be poisoned. A stern talking to is in order; use of poison can never be sanctioned for it is the province of assassins and murderers. We quickly trussed the unconscious woman up and pressed on to the uppermost level. Within, we discovered a sinister laboratory. As we entered, a humanoid figure we recognized as Ian transformed into a bird; Shelby, armed with our only ranged weapon, did not hesitate and her arrow struck true. Though it did not slay the foul man, it clearly injured him badly.
Seeing a sinister crystal that could only be the devil's new home, Ulrich and I rush forward and laid into it, hoping to shatter it with well-placed blows. He smote it hard, knocking a chip free, but then turned upon me, eyes glazed with fell magick and urged us to protect the crystal. Grimly, I lashed out at it again and Ulrich stepped before me, bodily blocking the path. His insistence that we not damage the crystal, that we instead take it to Hallorn for destruction, concerned me greatly though I could not sense any Evil upon him. Reminding him of the dark deeds we had witnessed in our time here seemed to clear his mind and he smote the crystal once more. Then, bellowing that our comrades were in dire straits, he fled the room.
After some discussion, the three of us yet remaining within the chamber came upon an idea. Shelby, being the stealthiest of us, would make her way to the abandoned blacksmith and bring back various implements so that we could manipulate the crystal without touching it. We then took it to the blacksmith’s shop and laid it upon the anvil. Together, Fjolvar and I smote it with hammers, smashing it into tiny fragments.
From the others we learned: Ian strode into the dungeon intent of reclaiming the body of his fallen brother but Khea and Walays opposed him. The battle that ensued was a difficult one and Ian emerged victorious; Khea had fallen and Walays sent away overwhelmed by a magical fear. Minutes after Ian departed, Ulrich arrived and realized what had happened. He treated Khea before pursuing the sinister mage; by his telling, he saw the headless corpse of Crimbal floating through the forest and gave pursuit, felling Ian despite the cloak of invisibility draped around him.
With the crystal destroyed and the brothers slain, we turned our attention back to the tower. It was with grim faces that we realized the elven archer had managed to escape; from her belongings, however, it seemed she was little more than hired muscle. Within the tower were several abominations – a half-boy, half-snake; a mound of quivering flesh that seemed to be stitched together from dozens of body parts; a dog-scorpion thing; and a small monkey-bird cross. All save the last we were forced to slay; the monkey-bird thing grew attached to Shelby and remained with her – since I could sense no Evil within it, such a joining was not opposed. Mayhap the creature will somehow turn her from the path of Darkness I fear stretches before her.
The inhabitants of Loch Durnan began to wander around the village as if freed from a charming and I tasked Stefan – an acolyte of Pelor the Light-Bringer it turned out – to organize things. At my urging, our company agreed to remain in the hamlet for some time to aid in its rebuilding. I have already promised Stefan to aid him in the study of Light for I am well familiar with it.
Our company remained within the manor house to rest; it was more defensible than anywhere else and we did not yet entirely trust the villagers. During our explorations within, we discovered – to my amazement – Exordius, the sword of my ancestors. I know not how it came into the possession of these fiends but it was clearly the sword wielded by my great-grandmother when she came to Oerth. For this gift, I give my thanks to Mayaheine the Shield-Maiden. Long has the House de Garen sought this ancestral relic.
For the souls of the lost, I pray – Mayaheine, Defender and Shield-Maiden, Protect them if you can. Your Grace Defends us All.
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Post by Magman on Mar 1, 2010 20:07:33 GMT -6
1 Ready'reat, CY 580
Little of note happened. Spent much of the day aiding Stefan in the temple. Much darkness was done within these walls and it will take more than soap and water to cleanse the Taint.
Protect us with Your Grace, Lady; thus do I pray.
3 Ready'reat, CY 580
An ill day. The Taint within the temple fights our efforts to remove it and I enlisted Fjolvar's aid. Moradin, though a Dwarven Lord, is considered a boon ally to those who strive against Darkness and his might will be be much needed in the struggle to come.
In Mayaheine's Name, I pray.
6 Ready'reat, CY 580
Victory at last. The Taint has been destroyed and Acolyte Stefan has taken his first steps toward becoming more than a lay worshipper of the Light-Bringer. Tomorrow, I will offer instruction regarding the Text of Light.
Fjolvar, Khea, and Shelby departed Loch Durnan for Hallorn today. All were eager to return to “civilization” as they put it. I must admit a failing of the heart for I was content to see Luis depart with them. Though he has done no ill around me, I find that I yet mistrust him.
Forgive this Servant, Lady, and Guide his hand to the Truth. In Her Name, I pray.
11 Ready'reat, CY 580
This being Godsday, I thought it appropriate that Stefan give his first sermon. He did well, inspiring the villagers with a sense of hope that has long been missing. Already, they are looking to him for guidance and I pray that Pelor, in His Mercy, will grant Stefan the wisdom to be truthful.
I spent the remainder of the day within the small chapel seeking atonement for any sins that I have committed. Anger is perhaps the most difficult to overcome and, when near Luis, I find myself often feeling such a black anger that it disgusts me. Arrogance is there as well, and contempt. These emotions are not new but their presence - and my inability to rid myself of them - continues to disgust me. Is it arrogance to Pray that Mayaheine the Shield-Maiden will bless me with prophecy or charge me with a Quest? These questions continue to haunt me.
Fasting and praying are the first steps. I think myself cleansed of these sins and hope to face the coming future with a clearness of thought and action that only the Lady can bestow upon me.
In Her Name and Seeking Her Grace, I Recite her Charge: "Be Without Fear In The Face Of My Enemies; Be Brave And Upright That The Gods May Love Me; Speak The Truth, Always, Even If It Leads To My Death; Safeguard The Helpless And Do No Wrong; That Is My Oath."
Praise be to Mayaheine, Shield-Maiden and Defender. May She Bless Me and Protect Me in the Coming Days.
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Post by Magman on Apr 6, 2010 18:16:55 GMT -6
12 Ready’reat, CY 580
We set out from Loch Durnan this morning after swearing to keep the secret of the gold mine from outsiders. I know not if the villagers believed us but it is an oath I will uphold to my last breath.
Little of note happened during our day of travel and I am grateful for the opportunity to reflect upon Mayaheine's teachings.
In Her Name, I pray.
13 Ready'reat, CY 580
It would appear that I spent too much time in reflection and not enough on minding our surroundings. Around midday, we realized to my chagrin that I had led us astray into the wilderness. Neither Ulrich nor Walays complained much but the lost time is unfortunate.
In Her Name, I pray.
14 Ready'reat, CY 580
Waylaid by the same elven archer we faced in Ian's tower. I know not how she escaped nor the reason for her desire for revenge but Ulrich and I rode to face her, scattering or slaying the ill-equipped warriors she rode with. Exordius sang within my grip and I could almost feel the connection to my ancestor.
At my command, the archer yielded to us and I determined to turn her over to the constables of Hallorn. Maya – as she named herself – claimed to be little more than a hired mercenary and a vulgar one at that. No less than three times she offered to lie with one of us to gain her freedom. It is an ill thing, seeing a member of the noble olven peoples reduced to such a state. I spent much time in her company seeking to bring enlightenment to her but she seemed unwilling to listen. I pray that she is not a lost soul.
Rained much of the day and into the night.
For her divine soul, I pray to Mayaheine, Shield-Maiden and Defender: lead her to the light and into salvation.
15 Ready'reat, CY 580
Rain continued all day. Arrived at Hallorn and turned Maya over to the guards. From their sloppy work, I have little doubt she will not be in their custody for long and, though I know it to be a thought uncalled for, I cannot help but wonder if she would be better off freed than in the captivity of these jailors. Their leers and comments toward her caused me to bristle though she took it in stride and seemed at ease with them.
Rumors of war with the Hierachs abound and we learned that they seized two fiefdoms. I greatly suspect that the Shield Lands will be drawn into this conflagration and pray that Mayaheine will protect the worthy.
Seeking a temporary respite from our travels, we arranged various lodgings before attending to the sale of accumulated plunder. Though it cost more than I should have spent, I acquired a room at a nobleman's inn known as the Obsidian. Today, I mean to spend in reflection and attendance to my gear.
In Her Name, I pray.
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Post by Magman on Apr 12, 2010 20:16:48 GMT -6
15 Ready'reat, CY 580 – Evening
A man came to see me this day bearing word from my dear brother Galen. This man, Bowen by name, knew the de Garen words of identification and related a request for aid from Galen. My brother has learned of the location of a vile artifact of evil known as the Fiend's Embrace. I know little of the history regarding this cloak, save that it was created by the foul demon-prince Graz'zt for his bitch Iggwilv and has many dire properties. Galen is too entrenched in his duties along the border to seek out the cloak and much desires me to do so in his stead. As Bowen relayed the tale to me, I could almost feel the Shield Maiden pushing me toward it and gladly accepted the offer. I had planned to relay this new Quest to my companions in the hopes that they would accompany me but circumstances forced my hand. Assassins set upon Bowen as he departed the inn and only Ulrich's quick thinking and quicker actions saved the man's life. Seeing him dropped by well-placed crossbow bolts, Ulrich attended to his wounds at once while I was summoned by the innkeep. Together we rushed him to the Cuthbert temple where Bishop Kragen attended to his wounds. We were fortunate that His Grace was present for the dire poison coursing through Bowen's veins would have been too much for Anthea.
Ulrich readily agreed to join me in my sojourn back to the Shield Lands. I suspect he tires of this city nearly as much as I.
In Mayaheine's Name, I pray.
16 Ready'reat, CY 580
Much happened this day and I am heavy with grief for the lost.
As Ulrich and I prepared for departure, Walays joined us and relayed that he had been set upon by two ruffians and a woman who sought to convince him to remain through use of force. Only his quick feet kept him safe. From the city guards, we learned that the Plar – equivalent to a baron, I suspect – has ordered the city sealed for fear that Hierarch agents are infiltrating. Bishop Kragen revealed a concern that the Plar is controlled by the Hierarch ambassador, a mind-bender named Lars. War, it seems, is inevitable, and though I am loathe to abandon this city, I can feel the Lady's Charge propelling me away.
Concern for the orphans led me to convince Bishop Kragen to get them from the city. Shelby – whom I have not seen in many days – appeared and revealed that she had cleared the path through the north gate this evening. Cramming the fifty-odd orphans and several adults into two wagons, we made our way to the gate where we were set upon by a band of villainous knaves. They unleashed fire and lightning upon us, slaying many of the innocent children and injuring others. My warhorse Champion was felled and I nearly fell as well but Kragen, righteously enraged, drew upon Cuthbert's might and send waves of healing throughout our number; Champion was restored to health, much to my joy. Ordering us to abandon the city, Kragen turned to face the knaves and unleashed retribution.
I do not pity those men.
In the chaos, I failed to notice Shelby's disappearance and now I wonder if she had meant to lead us into this ambush all along; for whatever reason, she abandoned her horse and, seeing the empty saddle, Walays commandeered it. With Ulrich and I riding in the vanguard, we made our way from Hallorn as bells began to sound, signalling a coming attack. Five riders approached us, bearing the arms of Hallorn, and their captain sought to return us to the city. He had an ill favored look and, with a glance, I could tell that Ulrich mistrusted him as well. As we parlayed, I began to suspect he and his men sought to waylay us and grew tired of his posturing. Let us pass, I ordered him and he sneered, pointing out that he outnumbered Ulrich and I. You, sir, I told him as I drew Mayaheine's grace about me and illuminated the night, are outclassed. With Ulrich's grim demeanor at my back, they stood aside and let us pass. None were evil and I pray to Mayaheine that this moment gives them pause to rethink their station.
We pressed on for an hour before setting up camp. Upon the morrow, we shall attend to the slain and then press on to the Shield Lands.
To Thee, Mayaheine, I pray: Shield us with Thy Grace and Shelter us in this Troubled Time. Aid those in need and lead us to Truth. In Thy Name, I Pray.
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Post by Magman on Apr 24, 2010 22:41:09 GMT -6
17 Ready'reat, CY 580
The morning began ill as Deacon Anthea and I exchanged heated words regarding our current course of action. She was understandably distraught at the loss of many children and verbally lashed at me, despite my arguments that this plan was not solely mine, but also that of Bishop Kragen. To my surprise, Walays spoke up and told a black tale of how captive children are treated by Hierarchs. The tale was told with such passion that there was little doubt he spoke from personal experience and it quieted Deacon Anthea though I doubt we have had our last disagreement.
Ulrich and I spent much of the morning burying the slain while Deacon Anthea spoke words over their bodies. I pray to Mayaheine – and to Cuthbert – that they find their way to paradise.
In the distance, we could see great plumes of smoke and suspect that Hallorn burns.
Among the survivors, we discovered young Terrem, the orphan who was stolen away by the beholder. Once again, I could not sense any Taint of Evil upon him and, as he was the eldest among the orphans, I appointed him to act as their defenders. Despite Anthea's ill-favored look, I gave the stalwart lad a dagger for defense and Ulrich has recommended that we begin instructing the children in use of arms. Just in case. I find that I cannot disagree with this logic.
Bowen took point and we set out. Spent much of the day traveling.
In Her Name, I pray.
18 Ready'reat, CY 580
Chilly morn. Began to snow lightly near dusk.
Ambushed around midday by bandits seeking out Terrem. The battle went ill at first with Ulrich and I drawn away from the wagons to deal with more armored foes. A mage was among the attackers but he was felled and we discovered a missive upon his corpse directing him to capture young Terrem at the behest of one called 'Jill.' Among them, we discovered two gold coins marked with a Jester symbol – the coins bore a faint emanation of magic upon them; young Terrent revealed that he was in possession of one and Walays asked to examine it. Though his fingers were much quicker than my eyes, I suspect the bard replaced the coin with another and I find that I cannot judge him wrong in this as I suspect the boy is being tracked through the coin.
Ulrich smote the bandit captain and returned with his body, offering me the suit of full plate worn by the man. In hopes of easing the tensions between us, I offered Deacon Anthea my banded mail; she accepted gratefully but tensions were not eased as we immediately clashed regarding a man I had captured to interrogate. She wanted to strip him and set him to flight, absolutely convinced that he was beyond redemption.
I have little doubt that my disagreements with Anthea stem primarily from our mutual attempts to establish a chain-of-command. As the highest ranking member of the Cuthbertian church of Hallorn with Kragen's absence – I pray to Thee, Mayaheine, Shield Him from harm – she understandably seeks command but I cannot help but to oppose her attempts at domination. In the end, Anthea coldly informed me that the captured man – Joseph – would be my responsibility – as if that was not my intention at the first!
Almost at once, I regretted my decision to oppose her in her stance regarding Joseph. I honestly had little desire to have such a man underfoot when we were already deep within hostile territory. In the end, I have decided I will spend as much time in reflection with Joseph as possible before equipping him and giving him gold. Tomorrow, he will be set loose into the world once more, hopefully with a better view.
In Her Name, I pray.
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Post by Magman on Apr 26, 2010 16:41:47 GMT -6
19 Ready'reat, CY 580
Awake the entire night. Spent much of it with Joseph in an attempt to sway him from the path of darkness he walks whether he knows it or not. It would seem they were taught that Might Makes Right in the Bandit Kingdoms and I hope that my message got through to him. He retired for the evening with an odd look in his eye and I spent the remained of the night in solitude, praying for guidance and seeking atonement for my sins.
Snow turned to rain during the night but rain ended by morning. Equipped Joseph with arms and one hundred gold pieces from my personal funds before setting him free. I can only pray that I have mad a difference.
Deacon Anthea observed my efforts and commented that perhaps she was in error and that perhaps her Order was too cold to effect a change. It is a little concession but I hope we have made our peace.
Hard going all day.
In Her Name, I pray.
20 Ready'reat, CY 580
Rain resumed and continued throughout the day. Cold and miserable. Children suffering. Ulrich happened upon an idea to cover the burned wagon with our tents to provide the children with shelter.
In Her Name, I Pray.
21 Ready'reat, CY 580
Rain ended. Wheel on burned wagon broken and we spent a full turn of the glass repairing it.
A band of thirty-odd horsemen approached us and warned of an impending Hierarch army. Through Mayaheine's gifts, I could sense evil amongst them but they all seemed more tired or beaten than diabolical. We informed them of Hallorn's straits and they set off immediately.
To avoid the Hierarch army, we angled south. It is tough going but the safer rout. Even Deacon Anthea seems to agree with this so perhaps our disagreements are at an end. For now.
In Thy Name, Mayaheine Defender, I Pray that you Shield us from unwelcome eyes and Protect us from darkness.
22 Ready'reat, CY 580
Hard going. Midday, we topped a hill to discover a Shield Lands warband skirmishing with gnolls. A second group of gnolls were moving to flank them and we reacted instantly. I ordered Deacon Anthea to hold and defend the children and Ulrich, Walays and I engaged the second group.
Their captain Ulrich smote with his lance, slaying the vile creature instantly. I fell upon the others and we discovered they were a hardy group. Champion was felled once more – it seems that I may have to change his name after all – and I was hard pressed and felled as well. Only through Walays' braving of the carnage was I restored to consciousness and his quick actions further saved Champion's life.
Once more, I am humbled at my lack of prowess in battle compared to my friend, Ulrich. Were it not for his strong arm and lethal might, I would have ne'er woken.
The Shield Landers were led by an armsman by the unlikely name of Carmichael and, though I did not know him, he clearly knew my House. From him, we learned of constant excursions by the Hierarchs into the lands of my ancestors. My companions readily agreed with my offer to the patrol of spare suits of banded mail stripped from our fallen foes and Carmichael was greatly appreciative.
Pressed on until dusk where we made camp.
To Thee, Mayaheine, I Pray: Watch Over Thy Flock and Defend Us from the Shadow.
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Post by Magman on Apr 27, 2010 19:27:54 GMT -6
23 Ready'reat, CY 580
An ill day. Dawned clear but cold and was uneventful until dusk. As we set camp, the vile beholder that we encountered so many days past in the halls beneath Hallorn reappeared and demanded we relinquish Terrem. Seeking Mayaheine's wisdom, I sought to detect the taint of Evil and determine the number of the foul abomination's allies but found my Sight blocked. Walays dazzled the creature with a dizzying array of questions that extracted information from it, information that I do not think would have been learned otherwise.
I will admit to suffering a terrible crisis in that moment: when the foul creature threatened to exterminate the other children lest we give up Terrem, I hesitated and, even now, know not what I should have done. Anthea, I noticed, suffered from the same crisis but our decision was stolen from us when the beholder swept past us and to Terrem, who once more showed no fear. My Sight returned in that moment and I could discern three Tainted forms in the moments before the foul creature departed, leaving behind the least of the three.
Though I warned my comrades, there was little we could do against our foe for a time as we could not locate him or reach him with our melee weapons. A sorceror he was discovered to be, as he sent lightning and fire amongst us from a levitation platform. In the end, we brought him down with a combination of crossbows and magic, but it served to remind us that steel is not always the answer.
Anthea and I shared our concern for Terrem and I was glad to see that she, like I, was more concerned about the fates of the other children. We must see them to safety 'ere we turn to Terrem's fate.
My Lady Defender, I Pray to Thee, watch over young Terrem and Shield him from the Evil that has seized him. In Thy Name, I Pray.
24 Ready'reat, CY 580
Cold day. Made good time. Much sadness and grief at Terrem's loss.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
25 Ready'reat, CY 580
Arrived in Lot, a village about a mile from the Ritensa river Within sight of Delcomben keep. Parted ways with Anthea and the orphans once I was assured that the military force bearing my House's crest would attend to them. Little love was lost between Anthea and I but I hope we parted if not as friends, then at least as comrades.
Met with Galen and exchanged much information; his heart was gladdened at my recovery of Exordius and, as the eldest, he had the claim to it but he declined and urged me to wield it in the name of Justice. From him, I and my companions learned that a nobleman named Arakk in distant Eru Tovar had come into possession of a map that was said to lead to the fabled Fiend's Embrace. As information we had gathered from Joseph's companions had led us to believe a force of Evil was also searching for the cloak, all agreed that time was of the essence.
Despite our urgency, we realized that we could not set sail from Lot for two days. I must spend this time in prayer and reflection at the church of Pelor at Delcomben keep and my companions will seek to ready us for the long journey north.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
27 Ready'reat, CY 580
Emerged from my retreat with a clear mind and strong purpose. Exordius sings to me and I am eager to wield her in Mayaheine's Name – I know not why I now think of the ancestral relic as female but I do. I shall not question such a matter and accept it on faith.
Shelby arrived early today with a tale of woe in which she was betrayed by rogues most foul. I chastised her briefly for leading us into the ambush and gave her the names of the slain children; she appeared to be suitably saddened but I sensed a darker fury simmering within her that I was unable to identify until Walays jokingly asked if she had lost her innocence – he was much more vulgar than I. She had no response for him and I fear that he guessed true. If she was taken by force, my heart grieves for her and I shall endeavor to offer solace in whatever fashion I can.
Fjolvar and Khea arrived with her but urgent business elsewhere drew them away. I pray to Mayaheine to watch over them.
We set sail upon the morrow. Captain Shaw's best estimate is that we have twenty days of hard rowing before we reach our destination.
In Thy Name, Mayaheine, I Pray. Shield Us from Despair and Darkness, Protect Us from Shadow and Flame.
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Post by Magman on Apr 28, 2010 19:35:02 GMT -6
28 Ready'reat, CY 580 We set sail at dawn. Warmer than it had been for many days, there was a light wind and intermittent rain. The captain of the ship – Shaw by name – was glad to see the rain and explained that it allowed the sails to catch the wind even better than a dry day. We made good progress during the day, noting that there was much activity on the Horned Society side of the river: many gnoll patrols, mounted it appeared, observed our progress. We grounded the ship near dusk and erected a small camp for the night. A word on the ship: it is long, perhaps 80 feet long, and slim, perhaps 20 feet at its widest. Low in the water, it is powered by wind and muscle. It has a tall ash-trunk mast holding a square-rigged sail which is to be used for much of the voyage. The mast can be taken down and the ship has a high T-shaped mast-rack for storing the ustepped mast and sail. Steering is by means of a flat wooden rudder lashed to the aft steerboard side of the ship. In battle, adverse winds and other special circumstances, it is oar-powered. There are twenty oars to either side – which makes it, as Shaw says, a forty-oar ship. The oars normally rest against thorn-shaped wooden rowlocks, making them easy to ship and unship as no threading or fastening is involved. The oars are long – nearly twenty feet – and narrow-bladed, made of pine or ash. When not in use, they are stored on the mast rack. It has a deck of loose planking, laid on the ribs of the ship's frame which makes it easy to lift a plank for baling or to retrieved anything stored in the under-deck space. When we first boarded the ship, rows of shields were upon each gunwale but once underway, they were taken down. They are there to protect the rowers from arrows or for display when entering port. A ram has replaced the traditional dragon's-head at the fore of the ship. The Captain is a small but thick man with a loud voice and piercing eyes. His men respond quickly and easily to his commands. A cleric of Pelor by the name of Theoderic sails with them and I was happy for his presence. There are near-fifty men aboard to man the oars; all are broad of chest and strong of arm. A dwarf sails with them also; he is an ill-tempered man whom the men refer to only as 'bosun,' short for boatswain I have learned. Our path is to take the Ritensa River until it joins with the Veng. The Veng will take us to Whyestil Lake. From it, we are to take the Dulsi River to the Blackwater River where our company will disembark. Oars will be in much use as we are sailing upstream much of the way and I quickly volunteered our strength. Protect us and Shield us, Mayaheine, for we journey into Darkness. In Thy Name, I Pray. 1 Sunsebb, CY 580 The first day of winter dawned cold and a strong northern wind required judicious use of the oars. There was much fishing boat activity and we were boarded thrice by Furyondian patrols but continued without incident. We grounded alongside a small fishing village and spent the night there; Ulrich and I both volunteered for guard shifts upon the ship during the night. Arms sore. In Mayaheine's Name, I pray. 2 Sunsebb, CY 580 Engaged and destroyed a pair of gnoll-manned war canoes around midday. Captain Shaw indicated that such attacks are not an infrequent occurrence along this river and was greatly impressed by our fortitude in battle. Walays used powerful illusion magic to create the image of a mighty ballista upon our prow and startled the approaching gnolls. We rammed one canoe as it neared. Ulrich and I stood at the prow and threw down the gnolls as they sought to board us as the oarsmen cut down the crew of the other canoe with crossbows. Our prowess appears to have broken the ice with the crew – they are much more open with us now and treat us more as valued comrades than passengers. Shaw admitted to me that he had doubted our ability to succeed upon our quest until this battle. Grounded along the south shore for the night. Cold day. Much grateful that Mayaheine has blessed me with divine gifts to resist the chill. In Her Name, I pray. 3 Sunsebb, CY 580 Warmer than yesterday but rained much of the time. Light wind from the north. Again, arms are sore and I was the butt of many jokes for my constant questions regarding the function of the ship. Grounded on the south shore. In Her Name, I Pray. 4 Sunsebb, CY 580 Interesting day. The river narrowed somewhat and we came under fire from Horned Society catapults. Shaw expected this and we were rowing with much speed. Minor damage inflicted, no casualties. There were ten catapults in all and Shaw told me that this bank often exchanges hands between the Furyondians and the Horned Society. Arrived in a small fortified village within sight of Fort Belvor near midday. As repairs would take up much of the night, Shaw turned his men free and declined my offer to help; I was not offended – my skills in carpentry are nonexistent at best. Discovered a shrine to Mayaheine within the village to my joy. Theoderic told me of it and related that the temple of Pelor of the village – whose name I neglected to get in my haste – maintained it for the faithful. I gave nearly all of my gold to the small temple for the shrine's upkeep and spent the eve in reflection. As today is Godsday, such reflection is necessary. To Thee, Mayaheine, I Pray: Watch Over Thy Flock and Defend Us from the Shadow. Into Darkness we travel and Thy Grace is much Loved.
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Post by Magman on Apr 28, 2010 21:17:54 GMT -6
5 Sunsebb, CY 580
Felt much cleaner, more prepared for what is to come. Participated in the dawn ritual with the priests of Pelor and greeted the Sun with prayer as the Shining One chased away the Darkness.
Clear skies, cold wind from the north so oars necessary. Shaw tells us of a monastery dedicated to the Flan pantheon that he wishes to visit; two days hence. Uneventful.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
6 Sunsebb, CY 580
Eventful day. Dawned clear and very cold – once more thankful for Mayaheine's gifts. Along the north shore, we saw rows of crucified commoners. Nearing a village, Shaw ordered the ship to shore, recognizing, I think, that I greatly wished to discover the reason for such desecration.
The village headman told us a story of a foul beast travelling with the gnolls and stealing villagers away for foul rites. Anger filled me and when the headman asked if we would retrieve the bodies, I instantly agreed to do so. Shaw seemed to approve as Ulrich and I donned our plate and Theoderic announced his intent to accompany us. It was decided that Shaw would remain aboard the ship once he had transported us to the north shore.
It was a kyton. We came upon it standing in a charnel field of slain gnolls – I know not why it fell upon them but the mind of a devil is not to be understood. It smelled my approach and sneered at us. The battle went ill for it.
Theoderic touched Ulrich and imbued him with a bear's endurance as Walays crafted an illusion – the beholder we have faced before – to distract the kyton. I drew Mayaheine's might about me and filled the area with Pelor's gift of daylight as Theoderic imbued me with bull's strength. Ulrich and I fell upon the foul devil and smote it hard and often. It fell and we carried its corpse back with the retrieved villagers. The local priests of the village – Pelorian once more – aided us in sending the foul creature back to the Nine Hells from whence it was spawned.
Once more there was rejoicing in the village as they celebrated the destruction of the devil and the return of their slain though I abstained and will spend this eve in reflection and prayer.
To Thee, Mayaheine, I Pray: Shield and
7 Sunsebb, CY 580
Uneventful. Dawned cold and clear with light wind. Arrived at the monastery near dusk and met Father Whelm and Brother Otis. Monastery was immense, with sprawling orchards and vineyards. Were served an excellent meal though many of the sailors were lost to excess. Retired to the guest hall; tomorrow we are to begin our long journey across the Whyestil.
8 Sunsebb, CY 580 – morning
Eventful night. Woken by Shelby knocking me from my cot just as Father Whelm plunged a greatsword into it; I will not forget her quick actions and quicker thinking. Whelm, encased in red dragonhide full plate, was revealed to be a cleric of the Old One and I drew Exordius yet could not sense Evil upon him. In the guest hall, a dire fight raged, with Ulrich, Shelby, Walays and I were set upon by Whelm, Otis – who fought with fists and feet – and a half-orc female wielding a greataxe. The fight was difficult – thrice Ulrich was felled by mighty blows and each time Walays restored him to consciousness through judicious use of a magic wand. Captain Shaw led a company of men into the guest hall and helped us throw the foul scum down – the quick-footed Otis eluded capture.
Claimed the red dragonhide plate. None seemed to mind.
From a Pelorian cleric named Gretchen, we learned that the three seized the monastery with the aid of numerous brigands. Upon their bodies, we discovered letters that identified my companions and I, placing a bounty of five thousand gold crowns upon each of our heads. It was signed, once more, by the mysterious Jill. Gretchen, having been brought to this place by divine visions from the Shining One, offered her aid and we gladly accepted.
Spoke much with Shelby this day. I owe her my life and do not take such a thing lightly.
I pray to Thee, My Lady Defender, and Speak Thy Praise for Shielding Your Servant from Harm.
8 Sunsebb, CY 580 – eve
Clear, mild day. Sails out. Sailed into Whyestil. Sleeping upon the ocean is hard...writing is harder.
In Her Name, I Pray.
9 Sunsebb, CY 580
Difficult day. Warm, clear. Little wind from the south. Sighted sails early this morn, bearing Furyondy's arms. Shaw identified them as two galleys and three greatships. One of the greatship approached and hailed, boarding us to seek out contraband. Spoke with an officer and learned that they were intent upon burning the Iuzian fleet before it could sail. Wished them well and Pray for their Safety.
Midday, wind grew to gales. Ship struggled in bleak conditions; Gretchen and Ulrich thrown overboard thrice but each time were recovered. Was nearly lost myself more than once. Do not understand why anyone would volunteer to do this; Shaw claimed it was due to love of the open water.
Bearings were lost during the hours-long storm and Shaw decided to 'weigh anchor' until the morn. He told us an unlikely story about a roving ship of undead abominations that were seeking the last of a lost treasure. These pirates were once stalwart men of Furyondy corrupted by the lure of forbidden treasure and absconded from a Nerullian temple with much wealth. The Reaper cursed them to a state of Unlife and they wander the seas of Oerth looting and pillaging, all in an attempt to slake their unholy thirsts and perhaps rid themselves of the curse. I suspect Captain Shaw's purpose in telling this tale was perhaps to simply frighten us a bit; he seemed disappointed that I was more interested in the questionable underpinnings of his tale than its shock factor. His men seemed to derive much pleasure from the tale, though it clearly unnerved several of the younger men.
I wonder at the minds of men such as these sailors, wonder at what makes them into what they are. Though they are cold and wet and some damage from the storm required repair, none complain overmuch and seem at home here. Though I cannot say that fear affects me, I have learned that I do not care for this life and will be glad to have solid ground underneath my feet once more. I am glad that none of them seem to take offense at my dislike of the sea.
Protect Us and Shield Us from Darkness,
10 Sunsebb, CY 580
Cold, clear. Strong south wind. Shaw has regained our bearings.
Sails sighted on the horizon. Captain Shaw identified it as a brig bearing the colors of Iuz and ordered us to make ready for action as we could not outrun the faster, heavier ship.
I know not what madness seized me in the battle for much of what transpired is a blur. From the crew I learned of my actions and even now I wonder what divine grace drove me. Up the mast I climbed, using a loose line to swing across to the brig's foredeck where Exordius sang in my hand. Many fell by my hand – goblins and gnolls and their wounded captain.
But it was not I alone who won this battle. Once more, the stalwart crew unleashed lethal volleys of crossbow bolts that slew many, including a tiefling sorceror who nearly killed Captain Shaw. Ulrich suffered much in the battle, being thrown overboard during an attempt to board the larger brig and Fortune seemed to frown upon him. In the end, we were victorious and put the foul creatures to the sword.
I and my companions urged Captain Shaw to not sink the brig, but instead to man her with a skeleton crew and sail her to Furyondy; we quickly learned that he much desired to do this as well and finally relented. Ten sailors and Theoderic manned the damaged ship and set sail south as we continued north.
In Thy Name, Mayaheine Shield-Maiden, I Pray and Give Thanks to Thee for Defending Us.
11 Sunsebb, CY 580
Cold, clear. Strong north wind. Uneventful day. Spent most of the day manning the oars as we are ten fewer now.
Reached confluence of Dulsi River. East of us is Iuz's black empire, west is the Vesve Forest.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
12 Sunsebb, CY 580
Cold, clear day. Strong north wind. Reach Deepstill River and see a great fire just north of it. Hundreds of war canoes were beached on the west bank; Iuz is on the march it would seem.
Nothing on the river the entire day. Men are concerned.
Protect and Defend Us, Mayaheine. In Thy Name, I Pray.
13 Sunsebb, CY 580
Arrived at Blackwater near end of day. No sign of the fishing village that we were meant to find so no horses available. Shaw told us that he will return in 2 weeks and will wait no longer than 5 days. We depart on foot at dawn.
Protect and Defend Us, Mayaheine. In Thy Name, I Pray.
14 Sunsebb, CY 580
Began snowing last night, continued through the day. Wind out of the north with falling temperatures. Oddly, a fog concealed the river much of the day which slowed our travel a bit.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
15 Sunsebb, CY 580
Snowed all day, very cold. I am much grateful for Mayaheine's blessed gifts that allow me to resist the fallen temperatures.
Saw two winter wolves stalking us today and set up camp early. Walays crafted an illusory dragon to stalk the perimeter of the camp. We have been unable to see the wolves but suspect they are still there.
Protect and Defend Us, Mayaheine. In Thy Name, I Pray. ady. I Raise My Voice in Thy Praise. Defend Thy Flock.
16 Sunsebb, CY 580
The winter wolves set upon us early this morning during my shift of guard duty. One lunged out of the darkness and seized the sleeping Walays before I could react; calling upon Mayaheine's gift of daylight, I frightened the foul creature away but its mate seized Gretchen and dragged her off a ways. At my shout, my other companions leapt to action and we slew the two wolves after a terrible fight.
Instead of returning to sleep, Ulrich spent the remaining hours skinning the animals for their pelts and to make jerky.
Day was uneventful if cold.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
17 Sunsebb, CY 580
Cold day. Little of note happened.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
18 Sunsebb, CY 580
Much of note occurred this day. Around midday, we spotted a band of Steppe horsemen approaching and arrayed ourselves in a defensive posture as they neared. There were near twenty of them, each wore thick winter pelts of various animals and bore lances and curiously recurved bows. Their steeds were of hardy stock, clearly bred for sureness of foot and endurance instead of the raw power that horses in Furyondy and the Shield Lands are renowned for.
There was a moment of great tension as the leader of the warband – who named himself Dolma, warlord of the Sikar clan of the Weguir – sought to discover if our allegiances were with the Old One. Initially offended by such a question, I quickly realized that these nomads, living so close to the Old One's empire, had to be accustomed to deception. Shelby's ... pet made things a tad more difficult but through diplomacy, we convinced Dolma of our honorable intentions in their land. He offered to escort us to his clan leader where we could barter for animals.
A barbaric custom was revealed to us when Dolma asked with some surprise if Shelby was for sale. Although I bristled at the very thought of treating a person as little more than cattle, I did manage to swallow my disgust and related that no, neither she nor Gretchen were 'on the market' as it were. I suspect that Shelby was fearful of being taken in such a way for she was oft by my side.
From Dolma, we learned that the Weguir – who we of the south call the Wolf Nomads – were engaged in large-scale skirmishes with the Chakyik Horde – who we of the south call the Tiger Nomads. Not large enough to be considered an actual war, these skirmishes continue to draw men and horses away from the Old One's border, a fact that the Wicked One exploits quite often. Dolma was suitably concerned when we told him of the great fires and war canoes we saw six days ago. He was much worried that war is coming and that the Weguin are ill prepared for it.
Near dusk, an outrider of the warband returned warning that goblins atop worgs were approaching. As Dolma ordered his cavalry to charge, my companions and I quickly arrayed ourselves in a defensive stance to meet the goblins as a band of ten hurled themselves toward us. Like water breaking upon rock, so they fell before our prowess and each of us strove mightily 'gainst the vile creatures. We much impressed the Weguin horsemen who lost a single man in the melee.
Onward we pressed despite the late hour, and arrived in a small hamlet of tents. Those few females we did see within this hamlet were healers and remained subservient to the men, a fact that Gretchen and Shelby took much note of. We broke bread with Dolma, sharing wine and stories, and he told us we would meet with the Khan upon the morrow. When one of the younger men asked if 'our women' would sleep in our tent, I realized the danger that they could be in. Many were Ser Barristan’s tales about the northern barbarians selling women as pleasure slaves and I acted to prevent such a thing. Draping an arm over Shelby in a possessive manner, I gave Ulrich a sharp look and was much pleased when he did the same to Gretchen; thus standing, I allowed the man to interpret our actions as those of husbands or lovers.
Once more, we erected our combined tent although Ulrich draped one of the dire wolf skins atop it.
Protect and Defend Us, Shield Maiden, and In Thy Name, I Pray.
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Post by Magman on Apr 29, 2010 18:00:43 GMT -6
19 Sunsebb, CY 580
Day dawned cloudy and cold. Met with the Khan early and, armed with knowledge of their customs from Walays and my own recollections of stories from Ser Barristan, I acted as a diplomat once more. Confident that we were not spies of the Old One, the Khan offered to send two scouts with us to Eru Tovar so that they could spread word of goblin attacks. I accepted his offer with gratitude and humility, knowing the scouts were also there to keep an eye on us. In departing, the Khan gave us a ritual blessing of the Ice Brother, Telchur, and I accepted in the spirit in which it was given. Spent a short time bartering for horses. They have little use for coinage but we were fortunate to have much in the way of gems and jewels. Ulrich, Gretchen and I acquired war-trained mounts while Shelby and Walays took the faster, lighter riding animals. Near mid-morn, we set off from the hamlet with the two scouts – Ganbayar and Jigjid. Both men were ill at ease around us, particularly Shelby's ... pet and stayed much to themselves.
Began to snow late in the day.
Protect and Guide Us, Mayaheine, Lady of the Shield.
20 Sunsebb, CY 580
Snow lifted early in the morn and the day was cold if not overly so. Little of note happened this day.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
21 Sunsebb, CY 580
Winter Solstice this day. Our scouts seem much depressed and I suspect that they lament missing out upon the Feast of Telchur. We are to arrive in Eru Tovar tomorrow.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
22 Sunsebb, CY 580
A little warmer this day but not overly so. Arrived in Eru Tovar late in the day and was not impressed by it. Little more than a fortified town, it has walls constructed of wood and dirt. Most of the buildings are wood but there was a great number of tents in the merchant's quarter. Many in the town appeared to be suffering the ill effects of the Feast of Telchur and there was a smell of cheap liquor in the air.
Proceeded to the inn where we were to meet Arakk and learned he was not present. Walays was interested in remaining in that hovel of a tavern but I excused myself and – with Shelby still hovering near me – sought out better lodgings. Obtained lodgings and stabling at the Staggering Mule. Shelby's ... unique companion drew much ire and we were forced to purchase a small cage from the local market 'ere the proprietors would allow us entry. The four of us spent the remainder of the evening attending to our personal grooming requirements. I spent a surprising amount of time in Shelby's company and used this time to educate her on her misconceptions regarding Mayaheine and paladins in general.
Protect Us and Shield Us from Darkness, My Lady. I Raise My Voice in Thy Praise.
23 Sunsebb, CY 580
Interesting day. Early in the morning, Walays entered our inn with word of Arakk, the man who my brother had sent us to meet. Instead of relying upon Mayaheine's gift of detecting evil, I attempted to rely instead upon my own instincts and quickly found that I mistrusted this man. He gave us the map that Galen had paid money for and revealed that he had provided a copy to another band of adventurers some days earlier. Seeking enlightenment on this band, Walays attempted to bribe Arakk – a tactic I cannot approve of – but the man declined, insisting that surprises were more interesting if they remained surprises. Unable to resist, I opened my eyes and Judged him, discovering that his soul was Tainted with darkness. Many will be the words I have with Galen for trafficking with such a man and I will admit to departing without my customary grace. Insults were exchanged – diplomatically, of course – but he knows my mind and I know his.
He said something troubling as I departed: our time is coming, and I agreed with him though I am quite assured that the meaning he had in mind differs from mine. It begs the question: who are 'they'? Is he an Iuzian? If so, why would he provide the map for any price? The Fiend's Embrace was craft by the Old One's father for his mother and would no doubt be much sought after in those dark lands. We must be cautious in our trek to this Cold Stones Keep.
Spent the remainder of the day acquiring a local woodsman to guide us through the Cold Marshes. Basmar is his name and, after we agreed upon a price, he recommended we depart upon the morrow.
In Thy Name, Shield Maiden and Lady Defender, I Pray.
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Post by Magman on Apr 29, 2010 19:10:39 GMT -6
24 Sunsebb, CY 580
Clear, mild. Uneventful day. Travel through the Marshes is not advised.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
25 Sunsebb, CY 580
A band of gnolls fell upon us during the night but we threw them down without much difficulty and let the Marsh claim their bodies. Shelby proved to be a stalwart ally as I fought three of them; Ulrich, unsurprisingly, accounted for three of the creatures himself.
Overcast and cold for much of the day. I have determined that I mislike Marshes nearly as much as the sea.
In Thy Name, I Pray.
26 Sunsebb, CY 580
A foul wraith struck during the night, focusing its dread might against Sister Gretchen. Twice now we have been set upon by denizens of this Marsh during the night. Such a thing bodes unwell.
I lent my meager casting ability to cleanse the corruption that the fell wraith had festered upon Sister Gretchen. It meant travelling without the benefit of the endure elements gift but I felt it wise.
Rained all day. Cold. By midday, we called a halt and erected our camp in hopes of preventing frostbite. It was decided that Sister Gretchen would prepare many endure element blessings for the morrow to aid us.
Spent rest of the day speaking with my companions and attending to our gear. I suspect that something troubles Ulrich – each time he has glimpsed the signet ring that denotes my affiliation with House de Garen, his mood has blackened. Could he be troubled that his adventures have taken him far from his homeland or is it something else. Though I have never spoken to him of my suspicions, I have grown to believe that he is no true nobleman and is, at best, a noble's bastard. The laws in the Shield Lands are strict for those that impersonate those of high birth though I do not know how to approach this matter with him in a way that remains diplomatic. More thought on this matter is required.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray. Glory be Her Name.
27 Sunsebb, CY 580
Clear, no rain. Cold remained.
Near midday, we were accosted by two hideous creatures I recognized as hags. The battle seemed to go poorly for a time but we rallied and smote them into the ground. Many resources were expended, however, and Sister Gretchen drained herself of Pelor's grace.
Nothing else of note occurred this day.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray. Glory be Her Name.
28 Sunsebb, CY 580
Numbing chill and noticeable dip in temperatures. A strange-looking black ice formed on the plants and water. Our guide, Basmar, did not recognize the ice and I have come to the conclusion that he is not particularly helpful in these areas. Day is mostly uneventful.
Near dusk, we topped a slight incline and saw a small hut, perched atop thick timbers thrust into an earthen mound. The hut stood near fifteen feet above a little island in the marsh and, as we approached, Basmar explained that this was 'Zarlag's Hut'; Zarlag apparentally was an explorer of great renown in this region. Walays announced our presence with a blast of his 'bagpipes' and a bald man with a thick beard stuck his head out of the window and ordered us to leave. In my most diplomatic fashion, I convinced him that we were not hostile and he offered us a place to stay for the night.
The man – Krudin by name – appeared to be something of a barbarian, with bones woven into the braids of his auburn beard. He towered over most of us, topping even I by a hand or so, yet bore a polished greatsword that seemed out of place with him. During the meal – in which Ulrich provided wolf jerky to go with the tasty stew – Krudin was obsessive in attending the sword, so much so that we all felt mildly uncomfortable. A thought came to me then: perhaps the sword was cursed? From him, we learned that the two Hags we slew were part of a triad, and that Zarlag has not been seen in many months. Krudin retired for the eve with barely another word and slept with the sword cradled, as if it were a lover or child.
Quietly, my companions and I conspired. Upon the morrow, Sister Gretchen would seek Pelor's aid in removing any possible curses. Until then, we warily set watch and retired.
Protect and Guide Us, Mayaheine, Lady of the Shield.
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Post by Magman on Apr 29, 2010 20:11:57 GMT -6
1 Needfest, CY 580
Interesting day. Began early with Krudin declaring an intent to hunt – with the greatsword. We quickly convinced him to allow Sister Gretchen to cast a spell that would aid in his hunt; though it was not the entire truth, I find myself uncomfortable with the necessity of the deceit. The Lady's Charge orders me to Speak the Truth Always, Even if it Leads to my death. I must reflect upon this...
Sister Gretchen's grace cleansed Krudin of the curse and he cast the greatsword away with horror in his eyes. He thanked us profusely and asked that we destroy the weapon or cast it into the marsh; out of gratitude, he gave us better directions to the 'Potion Maker's Hovel' but we must pass over the darkly named 'Ghoul Bridge.'
As we departed his small island, I saw a Hag and several ogres lurking in ambush. As I ripped Exordius free and warned my fellows, the Hag bellowed something in a guttural tongue. A cloud of fog descended over us but we lunged from it and carried the fight to these villains. To my surprise, Shelby revealed a magical gift that we had not seen before.
The ogres fell easily enough but the Hag proved tougher. Though she was temporarily blinded by Walays in the opening moments of the melee, she recovered and struck Ulrich a mighty blow that drove him into the ground. I smote her in retaliation, killing the foul beast with an equally mighty blow. Ulrich was badly wounded and gained a terrible scar along the side of his face that resisted healing. We attended to him and cast the bodies into the marsh...along with the cursed greatsword.
Little else of note happened this day.
Protect and Guide Us, Mayaheine, Lady of the Shield.
2 Needfest, CY 580
Clear and uneventful day. We were set upon by giant spiders as we set up camp this eve and Ulrich displayed an unseemly fear of them, despite how easily we broke them.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray. Glory be Her Name.
3 Needfest, CY 580
Heavy fog set in this morning and remained all day. The going was slow and difficult.
Spent much time in reflection today, when even Sister Gretchen revealed a lack of knowledge of Mayaheine. The Shield-Maiden is not well known on Oerth and Gretchen suggested that I am perhaps Her Harbinger. I know not if I am worthy of such an honor.
In Thy Name, I Pray. Protect and Guide Me so that I may do Thy Bidding.
4 Needfest, CY 580
A foul day. Were we in civilization, the Festival of Unreason would be taking place after the foul Mummergirl ceremony. I have long questioned the wisdom of such a ceremony: disguising oneself to remain unrecognized in order to celebrate the wondrous and strange effect magic has upon Oerth reeks of deceit. The Performance of the Mummers has always sat ill upon me; evil always wins in that play, despite the ending in which the youngest child resurrects Good and casts out the Evil from the bad actor.
Some hours before midday, we neared the Ghoul Bridge. Ten-foot wide and thirty-foot long, it was stone and covered in lichen and moss arches. Spanning an expanse of slow-moving, murky water, it felt completely out of place. Time-weathered gargoyles kept a silent vigil as we approached and I sought Divine Guidance, sensing much Evil about the bridge.
I advanced to the middle of the bridge as my companions held themselves in reserve, and foul ghasts surged forward to surround me. The fight went ill for the dark creatures, and we cast them down without difficulty.
Little else of note happened this day.
In Mayaheine’s Name, I pray. Glory be Her Name.
5 Needfest, CY 580
Nothing of note happened today. Difficult travel, cold weather.
In Mayaheine's Name, I Pray.
6 Needfest, CY 580
Light mist during much of the day and cold, but otherwise fine. Toward midday, we happened upon four humanoids with a winter wolf; the four at first brought to mind Flan, with their pale skin and hair and eyes, but a cold aura surrounded them. Much posturing occurred, with Ulrich once more letting his mouth run off. I will admit to some disappointment with him, having hoped that he had learned his lessons, yet these four were belligerent from the beginning. Walays began to play an oddly fascinating tune that affected the winter wolf but one of the humanoids slapped the creature and they charged us.
It went ill for them. Walays crafted an illusion of a dire bear to distract as I took a defensive stance before Shelby. One I slew in battle, with much aid from Shelby, and the other I captured; Ulrich and Gretchen had already slain another and the wolf. The two we captured were interrogated and Shelby displayed an improper eagerness for torture. In the end, we learned that the band of adventurers who also purchased the map from Arakk were but a day ahead of us.
With no local law to guide me, I fell back upon the laws of the Shield Lands to deal with the two bandits. We of the Shield Lands deal harshly with those who resort to such means and we – Ulrich and I – put them to the sword. An ill end for even such as these and I prayed to Mayaheine to guide their souls to their proper place. Given the stink of evil upon them, I do not doubt that it will be a black and terrible place that they go to.
We attended to our wounds and pressed on. I spent the rest of the day with Shelby, attempting to point out exactly how wrong torture is. At times, I forget that she is yet a girl, barely ready for marriage let alone the hard life that we have. I know not if she heard my words or if she merely listened. I shall pray for her soul and pray that she gains the wisdom to choose the proper path.
In Thy Name, I Pray. Protect and Guide Me so that I may do Thy Bidding. Guide my Companions and Show them the True Path.
7 Needfest, CY 580
Little occurred during the day. Near dusk, we arrived at the potion-maker's hovel. It was upon a small island surrounded by large hedgerows that protruded from the tangles of the marsh. A large tree, greater than any I've ever seen, dominated the island and an ancient-looking hut was cradled within its branches.
Though she appeared half-mad, the old woman proved to be quite helpful. From her, we purchased many magical potions and gained much information. The band of adventurers we are behind consist of six, three of which appear to be casters and at least one of whom worships the Old One. Four humans, a half-orc and a gnome they are, and I have little doubt that they seek also what we seek.
We camped at the base of her mighty tree and will press on tomorrow.
In Mayaheine's Name, I Pray.
1 Fireseek, CY 581
The first of a new year. I had hopes that this year will be better than last but was plagued by dark dreams of war and fire and death. I have seen a circle, strong and mighty, broken by treachery. Shields were sundered by axes and sword, and blood stained the Oerth. In the moments before I woke, I saw a great map of the Flanaess consumed in fire. Outside, the visible moon was wreathed in a fiery halo for mere moments and I knew a dark omen when I saw it. I have said nothing to my companions as I do not know what the omens portend.
Aside from my black thoughts, the day is peaceful if cold. Once more, the blackfrost we saw earlier spread across the marsh. I wonder if this too is an omen.
In Thy Name, I Pray. Protect and Guide Me so that I may do Thy Bidding.
2 Fireseek, CY 581
Mist in the air when we woke. A foul vampiric mist struck us early in the morn, draining strength from Gretchen, Shelby and Walays. It turned a sinister crimson in hue but did not seem to be alive or sentient. Gretchen and Walays we were able to treat for the loss but Shelby's strength has yet to return.
Near midday, we reached the sunken keep. One end of the ruined keep had partially sunken into the marsh, causing the entire structure to list to the the south. A part of tilted towers and a gatehouse dominated the southern half while the keep proper occupied the northern reaches.
Deciding that we needed to scout the keep, it was decided that Shelby was the most skilled at this. Consuming a potion of invisibility and one of water walking, she circled the keep, returning with a small rowboat that she had discovered tied to the north wall. Using this boat, we entered the same spot that it was located.
A section of the north wall had collapsed, leaving the entire room open to the surrounding bog. Rubble filled most of the room. There was a warped wooden door in the southeast corner which we opened, discovering stairs down. Another opening in this room led to a hallway and we elected to take that. Seeing a bat fly to the upper levels immediately put us on the defensive as several of us recognized such a creature as the familiar of an arcane caster. Into the hallway we ventured where a band of miscreants approached us from a stairwell. A gnome headed them, followed by a half-orc and two humans, one of which appeared to be a caster of some sort. I called upon Mayaheine's eyes and Judged them: Evil tainted their dark souls. Though they offered an alliance, none of us were fooled by their intentions and, when we called them upon their deception, they attacked. It went poorly for them.
Sister Gretchen immediately held the half-orc warrior with a Word of Power even as Ulrich charged forward and smote the halfling with mighty blows, felling the rogue within seconds. Their wizard dropped a web upon us but it only delayed us for a time. The half-orc Ulrich slew, and I threw down the human archer and the wizard; in the time that I dueled with the foul wizard, a cleric of Iuz and a warrior bodyguard sought to flank us but Gretchen was prepared and warned us. Ulrich took the fight to those two and, with Gretchen's aid, felled them. We stripped their bodies of gear and consigned them to the deep.
Upstairs we went, discovering their campsite and deciding to use it as our own. After assuring ourselves of the security of the site, we retired to rest and recover.
I pray to Thee, My Lady Defender, and Speak Thy Praise for Shielding Your Servant from Harm.
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Post by Rigil Kent on May 1, 2010 19:25:19 GMT -6
Readying 1, CY 581.
Forced to begin a second journal thanks to the loss of the previous. Writing this aboard Dragon, returning to Furyondy. Waves making difficult to write.
Festival of St. Bane today, but no time to commemorate heroic undead-slayer while sailing although would like to spend time in prayer. Ill at ease with the Cloak in my presence and look forward to safely delivering it to my brother. Foul thing seeking to influence my mind and urge me to take it elsewhere, but Mayaheine’s Grace girds against it.
Late in the day, beached Dragon as Cpt Shaw sighted obstruction on river. Upon observation, discovered it to be a bridge constructed by Old One’s forces to enter human village. Recognized this place as where we slew the kyton some weeks back and continue to question wisdom of villagers for living so close to the border without proper defenses. Watchtowers erected on either side of the river and manned by orcs. Decided to mount assault into village – Ulrich led strike while I took Helyavantar forward and set bridge ablaze.
Alarm raised before I reached bridge but darkness concealed my approach. Saw a caster directing the orcs to herd slaves into a wagon and could not but to act. Smote him mightily and he fled before me. Pursued and went to ground so Helyavantar was uninjured. Caster fled into a building adorned with barbaric and infernal glyphs, but I did not falter and slew him in his den of iniquity. Left me cornered, but Mayaheine was with me. Called Daylight and held the line until Ulrich and the others arrived. Orcs and traitor humans broke under our might.
Within the converted temple, discovered a woman whom the foul cleric had much abused. She was yet alive and had not broken no matter the pain she suffered. Mistook me for an emissary of the Gods as I entered due to the Daylight I was shedding but we will correct her mistake when she is healed. Gretchen did what she could to ease the woman’s suffering – physical wounds were healed but those of the mind yet remained. I then swore not to let this woman fall to the darkness of Vengeance. It is a hollow drug, one that consumes from within and ultimately destroys. Better to forgive those who trespass if possible and live without regrets.
Rescued a score of other prisoners from the clutches of the orcs. Most were commonfolk, but four armsmen and a mage taken by Old One’s filth. Armsmen are Morgan of Rown, a soldier of no small experience, a Wolf Nomad tribesman with name of Kassar, a scout and trapfinder know as Ty, and an outlander with a noble bearing called Cro. Wizard is Voldorn who is older than my mother and with as foul a disposition. All have sworn to aid us in our march ‘gainst the Old One.
Cast off with rescued. Spirits high as no losses. Shaw pleased.
I thank Thee, Blessed Lady, for girding Thy Servant with Thy Grace. In Thy Name, I pray.
Readying 2, CY 581
Beached late in day. Cold and miserable. Rescued commoners miserable but grateful for freedom. The woman pulled from the corrupted church has not woken and Gretchen greatly worried. Spent much time in prayer, seeking the Lady’s aid. If this young woman’s time has passed, then may it be swift and merciful, but if she is to live, I hope that her pain is eased.
Readying 3, CY 581
The Lady is merciful. Woman – girl really; she cannot be but a year or so past a score – woke briefly with Mayaheine’s name upon her lips. Gretchen relieved.
Upon Lake Whystil all day and going was difficult. Beached near dusk and gave thanks to the Lady.
Readying 4, CY 581
Cold and wet all day. Lake hard going and Shaw concerned. Beached near fishing village near midday because of storm.
My charge awake. Her name is Rachel, and she hails from the de Molay family in Shield Lands. She pledged herself to my Quest over my protests and told me of a dream she had. The Lady came to her while she was being tortured by the priest of darkness I slew and gave her succor. I know not what to make of this revelation but am overjoyed to share my faith with another. We spoke at length but she was still too weak to remain awake for long.
In Her Name, I pray.
Readying 5, CY 581
Ill omens learned tonight. Crossing of Whystil yet difficult and spent much time fighting the sea. Beached at fishing village to offload the rescued villagers and learned that the Circle of Eight slain by Old One. Dark days ahead without the Circle to aid – must wonder what will be the reaction of allied governments? Death of the Circle can only be a pre-emptive strike by Old One and clouds of war seem on horizon. Much talk among crew of battle – Ulrich thinks Furyondy and Shield Lands will strike first, but I think otherwise.
Much time spent talking with Rachel. As the First of our Order, it is to us to codify the tenets that will identify the Church and bring Glory to Her Name. Defense of the weak and helpless is our first charge, and we must ne’er forget that the Lady has appointed us to serve as Shields for those without them.
Ulrich and Shelby in good temper despite the dark news. Neither understand my or Rachel’s Sacred Duty and think us to be sweethearts. Amused me as I know they mean no ill, but Rachel angered and thinks they mock her. Took much effort to calm her temper.
Readying 8, CY 581
More dark news. Hierarchs of Horned Society allied with the Old One. War seems imminent.
Another fishing village. It has been so long since I have been home that I long to see my family’s lands again ‘ere the war consumes us all. Pray to the Lady that my travels will take me there.
Readying 10, CY 581
Hostile fire from Hierachs taken this day. No losses, but Shelby injured. Rachel Called upon Mayaheine’s Grace and Healed her. ‘twas instinctive on Rachel’s part and she was much pleased. She took umbrage at Ulrich’s offer to assist her in ‘celebrating’ and I counseled her to hold onto her temper. Ulrich I later took to task for his reckless tongue but he insisted no ill will was meant. Some days I lament that he is a fool. Does he not see why Rachel reacts to such offers? Why she looks askance at most men? I am only spared this fear because of Mayaheine and Rachel still must fight her natural fear at times.
More the fool he.
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Post by Rigil Kent on May 9, 2010 16:45:35 GMT -6
Readying 12, CY 581
Arrived in village of Lot under Hierarch fire. Was much pleased to see that my native Shield Landers are not so foolish as to leave their homes undefended – unlike Furyondian fishing villages, Lot had stout walls of wood manned by warriors and fellow knights.
Cpt Shaw unable to remain longer than it would take to reprovision his ship before setting forth to Admunfort once more. We bade him farewell and good journey – I hope to see him again and pray for Mayahaine to watch over him in this coming storm.
A troop of 12 horsemen bearing the standard of Lord Flyness approached. While not openly hostile, they were quite cautious in the face of our numbers and clear bearing. I took the lead and spoke with their sergeant, a man with the unlikely name of Cross whom I vaguely recalled meeting once before. Upon learning that I was returning from a task his master gave me, he and his troop escorted us to keep so we could have an audience with the baron. Along the way, we spoke and I learned of constant raids along the River. The Hierarch now control much of the Bandit Kingdoms to include Hallor, and are attacking all along our northern borders. Their alliance with the Old One seems to have made them brave and I little doubt that the fires of war shall soon be upon us once more.
Many Knights of the Holy Shielding within the Keep, though I knew none of them by face. Lord Flyness approached and was much pleased with our success. He summoned Vicar Thackery, a puissant Pelor cleric whom Gretchen seemed familiar with, and the vicar took charge of the Fiend’s Embrace with plans to hold onto it until Curate Trevuer arrived. I sought to impress upon the vicar the sinister nature of the evil relic and warned him of Arakk’s earlier attempts to seize it from us, but Thackery was unmoved and insisted his protections were sufficient.
Lord Flyness offered us lodgings and baths, and I gratefully accepted for our company. Servants showed us to them, and our company parted ways. After I washed the dust from my body and attended to my gear, I sought out the vicar’s chapel, Rachel at my side. We spent the rest of the day in prayer and reflection.
In Thy Name, I pray: Mayaheine, protect and defend us.
Readying 13, CY 581
Had difficulty sleeping – too long in the field, I suspect, as the comfort of a soft bed feels strange. Woke early to attend dawning mass at chapel. Vicar Thackery appeared taken aback when I and Rachel joined the congregation but did not turn us out even though I had donned my kit identifying me as Mayaheine’s. Made plans to visit the village to obtain similar garments for Rachel.
Gretchen told me afterward that Shelby departed with Captain Shaw which surprises. Did not think she enjoyed the water but perhaps it shall sooth her tortured spirit.
Spent the day, taking our ease with some of my new companions. Was much impressed with Morgan’s breadth of knowledge about war and, when I asked him to accompany me in my future endeavors, he agreed. In him I see a nobility that is too rare in the eyes of those who claim to be highborn. Cro I have not yet been able to entirely understand – he holds himself as a lord but his garb is foreign to my eyes and he speaks little of his lands. The two tribesman from the north – Kassar and Ty – stood out here in the Lands, but both seemed eager to join me in my crusade against darkness. Only Voldorn seemed uninterested and it took much diplomacy to sway him to accompanying us.
Was surprised to see Ulrich in the company of Lord Flyness at the supper meal. They appeared to be getting along quite well and I fear that my old friend shall not be venturing from Lot when I depart.
Attended sundown mass and was much moved by the passion in Thackery’s voice.
In Thy Name, I pray. Mayaheine Shield-Mistress, protect and defend.
Readying 14, CY 581
Deacon Anthea arrived in Lot just as I and my new comrades were planning on discussing our next moves. She seeks aid in retrieving Bishop Kragen from the clutches of base villains, though she has no proof he yet lives. I spent some time in the chapel, praying for guidance, but realized that this test is one Mayaheine wishes me to face upon my own. After discussion with Rachel and my company, it was agreed that we would ride with Anthea and seek out Kragen’s fate.
Anthea was displeased at the notion of waiting until Curate Trevuer arrived, but I impressed upon her the danger of the Embrace.
Readying 15, CY 581
I saw Ulrich in the company of the baron’s unwed daughter near midday, which furthers my belief that he means to stay in Lot. Gretchen too is parting company with me – she is to take a ship south to Admunfort, though I know not why.
Rachel was most pleased with the prayer robes and we drew many curious looks when we attended Vicar Thackery’s sundown mass in Mayaheine’s garb.
Anthea displeased by the delay and most eager to set out. I could not but to agree with her.
Readying 16, CY 581
Ulrich rode out at dawn with a troop of Lord Flyness’ men to patrol the baron’s holdings. They left ill disposed toward my old friend, but returned, bloodied and triumphant. I learned only afterward that they happened upon a Hierarch scouting party and Ulrich much impressed his fellows with his might.
Spent much of the day studying maps of the Lands with Anthea and Morgan, planning our route overland. Morgan proved most knowledgeable about the terrain and I was impressed yet again by the breadth of his tactical wisdom.
Ulrich again attended supper with Lord Flyness daughter and I overheard many rumors about the baron’s plans. I considered confronting my old friend about his intentions, but Rachel counseled me otherwise.
Readying 17, CY 581
Curate Trevuer entered Lot with much fanfare. He seems a stalwart sort, though I was much displeased at how casually he dismissed my concerns about the Fiend’s Embrace. He and his troop plan to depart upon the morrow following the morning mass.
Anthea much pleased that the curate has arrived since it means we are to depart upon the morrow as well.
Ulrich came to me near dusk and, with much sheepishness, explained his intent to remain in Lot. I laughed at him – did he think me a fool to not see this coming? Instead, I wished him good fortune and left it at that.
Am at a loss whether I should envy him for his desire to put down roots in this dark time or think him a fool for it. War is coming and I fear we will soon need every able sword to defend against the darkness. Upon reflection, I realized that it was envy I was feeling. It has been months since I last thought of Katarina, the woman whom I once wished to wed. My heart has been filled only with the Quest and with Mayaheine’s Grace. Is there room within a paladin’s heart for any save their Patron? My family has long served Heironeous but we have always been distant with one another, formal beyond what one would think of a family, so it raises many questions I have no answers to. Rachel is of little aid in this regard so I did not trouble her with these questions – she cannot look into a mirror unclothed and not see the Old One’s mark carved into her flesh, so she struggles daily to keep anger from fueling her. Her heart seems lightest when she is surrounded by children and one day, I hope she will find the peace she so desperately seeks.
Tomorrow we depart Lot. I find that I am most eager to feel the road underneath my feet once more.
Readying 18, CY 581
An ill day. Nothing went as planned. Curate Trevuer’s departure was meant for to take place very soon after dawn but nigh on midday before they were prepared. My company and I were there to observe as I could not shake an ill feeling about this day.
And with good reason. Err they traveled a few cubits, a fireball erupted within the curate’s retinues, killing most of his soldiers and spurring he and the two survivors into flight. In the time it took for me to call Helyavantar, a foul kyton appeared out of nowhere and attacked the curate’s steed, causing it to panic. His two guards fell upon the kyton as I charged forward to smite the devil, and a second fiend – a bearded devil – appeared as well. Much chaos ensued as the curate dove from his steed which was ripped to shreds by the second devil, before he could banish the creature.
As my attention was upon the kyton, I learned only afterward that the rest of my company faced down a group of hired brigands before rushing to join us. Voldorn discovering an invisible wizard flying through the air – was it Arakk, I wonder now? I am the only one of my company who knows his face and I never saw him during this fray, but it sounds like he. The wizard fled when the battle went against him – Trevuer and Voldorn’s combined talents apparently injured him and he teleported away.
After the battle, Rachel discovered a chaotic orb of some power that we deemed to be destroyed, though Trevuer’s aid was much needed and I was not comfortable allowing the curate to proceed unprotected. Anthea was much displeased by this decision and my attempts to sway her opinion failed, but she agreed to meet us near the border. Fearing for her safety along such unsettled borders, it was agreed that Kassar and Ty would accompany her. Thus situated, my company departed Lot with the curate, our destination Critwall.
Curate Trevuer proved to be a most boon traveling companion, offering much advice about the steps Rachel and I needed to take to properly establish Mayaheine’s authority upon Oerth so as to prevent future calamity. Many minor Powers have risen over the millennia, but their worshippers splintered over matters of dogma or trivialities that are ultimately not relevant in the great scheme. Until the curate revealed it to me, I was unaware of the many travails the modern Pelorian church suffered because his followers could not agree upon some things. I leave the whys of such matters to those wiser than I, but agreed to think on what I thought the Order was meant to be.
I was greatly pleased to learn that the senior cadre of Pelorian clergy is aware of Her Ascension, and hope one day to travel to the Prelacy of Almor to study at the feet of the learned faithful there.
In Thy Name, I pray: Thy Grace lights the way in these dark times, Lady, and I remain Thy humble servant.
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Post by Rigil Kent on May 15, 2010 21:01:51 GMT -6
Readying 19, CY 581
Spent entire day in discussion with Curate Trevuer about points of faith. We differed on some minor points but they were not of import and I was left with a greater understanding about my role as the Lady’s harbinger. As we are but few, the Faithful of the Shield-Maiden must rely upon the Shining One’s flock, much as an infant relies upon the parents. First, we must walk, then we can run. Rachel likened it thus: Mayaheine Shield-Maiden is as our Mother, and the Shining One is as our Great-Father.
This is not to say that we are of lesser import – we defer to the Sun Father and those who Hear His call when appropriate but our counsel and our path must e’er be our own. Those of us who would become paladins must e’er be Valiant, to be strong within and valorous without as we protect the innocent, the weak, and the good. Those would be Her flock must e’er train for war and ne’er lose the will to help defend their brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers.
Spent time in reflection when we made camp and see Her plan. In my travels too often have I seen homes looted and pillaged by raiders or things of the night that could have been beaten back had a single voice stepped forward to bring light to the dark. My Lady is the Shield-Maiden, and She charges us to defend those who cannot defend themselves, e’en to our deaths. We must shelter those who have been cast down and forgotten, and mercy must be granted to those who deserve it. The path we walk is not an easy one but in the end it is the right one.
So to those who will come after my bones are dust I saw: be a beacon of light in the darkness. Carry with you the Shield of Mayaheine and do not yield to tyrants. Your first charge is Defense and this mandate exceeds all others. Glory is for naught if none are alive to celebrate the victory. It is no dishonor to quit from the field of battle when the lives of those you are pledged to defend are at risk. Be ever valiant in your defense.
I know not whether I or my words are adequate for this task the Shield-Maiden has placed before more but I am Her faithful and obedient servant.
Readying 22, CY 581
Arrived in Critwall well before midday. It was as I remembered it, foul-smelling and dense with bodies. Helyavantar drew many eyes and we were stopped thrice by Knights of the Holy Shielding ere we reached an adequate blacksmith to inquire about my faithful steed. Curate Trevuer cast two powerful spells upon the foul orb of chaos we sought to undo and the thing broke apart under the smith’s mighty blow.
We parted with the curate soon after as he and his men boarded a ship. While our companions visited the market, Rachel and I sought out the nearest temple to the Shining One where we paid our respects. The lay priest knew not of the Shield-Maiden and his understanding of the holy texts was flawed. Now long after the fact I wonder if he was not a secret adherent to the teachings of Tephos, one of the very names Curate Trevuer mentioned as having caused difficulty for the Sun Father.
Saw the standard of Walworth entering Critwall as I and my companions were departing, and once again, I thought of Katarina. Were we not already pledged to aid Anthea to seek out Kragen I would have much liked to look upon Kat’s face once more. It is not to be I suspect and we both of us knew such was possible.
Pushed hard the rest of the day. Cold and bitter wind from the north that stunk of death though none of my companions seemed to notice the stench. Even Helyavantar was tired when we stopped and I let my faithful mount return to his celestial home until the morn. We agreed to push even harder upon the morrow – we can reach Lot by nightfall though it will be harsh going.
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Post by Rigil Kent on May 26, 2010 16:01:43 GMT -6
Readying 23, CY 581
Dark day. Lot in flames. Arrived to discover mighty force of Hierarch forces already present. Such a force fell upon use in three waves. The first was a horde of hobgoblins led by a bugbear I threw down in the opening seconds of the melee with a mighty blow that took his head from his shoulders. Voldorn called fire amongst them as I, Morgan and Cro sallied into their ranks to scatter and slay them. A second wave of goblins atop worgs approached from the west and we cast them down as well only to face the third wave – a trio of filthy ettins who fell before our might. Mayaheine protected us as none of my company was lost or even grievously wounded.
Before we could lend aid to Lot, a ring of fire enveloped Rachel and I, and a bone devil – an osyluth – attacked. Sent Rachel aloft aboard Helyvantar as I traded blows with the fiend, but it fled briefly when she dispelled its wall of fire. Reappeared moments later in attempt to isolate her, but she escaped thanks to Helyavantar and the fiend vanished mere moments before Gretchen and a Knight of the Shielding named Breadan joined us.
Learned that our efforts were of great benefit as we defeated a flanking attack. Many of Lot grievously wounded or slain, some fivescore lost total, and we spent much of the night aiding the survivors. Was greatly heartened to see Ulrich yet alive.
Readying 24, CY 581
Mass pyre for the slain at dawn. A trio of common men who had served a knight recently fallen offered to accompany me and serve as part of my retinue. Willam is a cook of no small skill, Stefan a hunter, and Henri a groomsman. I agreed hesitantly, even though we ride into danger. All three we equipped with horses obtained from slain hobgoblins. Said steeds were ill-treated and Henri believes he can nurse them back to health.
Left Lot early, riding along north road.
Midday, encountered a score and four armsmen, half bearing the standards of the Holy Shielding and of Marquis Ettan, the duke of Torkeep. Recognized Vordimir, one of the duke’s men, and we gave them word of Lot. The Knights continued south while Vordimir and his men escorted us north. Learned of Anthea passing through two days earlier, and word of a gathering at the Cloister of Heironeous by Knights of the Holy Shielding as led by Ser Lurenz Sireao. Cloister is well known to me as it borders de Garen lands.
Arrived at Torkeep at dusk and quartered there after intensive questions by duke’s men. Howl of worgs all night long.
Readying 25, CY 581
An unusual day. Departed Torkeep at dawn. Voldorn more foul-tempered than norm.
Near midday, set upon by a hellcat that vanished without a trace for no apparent reason. Kassar and Ty emerged from woods with tale of woe – ambushed by hobgoblins and hellcats days earlier. No idea where Anthea was taken, although we must presume she is a captive. None of us can fathom why the hellcat acted as it did, but truly, can any sane creature comprehend the mind of a fiend?
Picked up trail of hobgoblins and followed it north until dusk. Set up camp, although worg howls made sleep difficult.
Readying 26, CY 581
Reached Odrans Merchant inn near midday. Was once a favored spot for merchants, but now the site of a charnel field. Many dozens of corpses present – hobgoblins, humans, half-elves. As we searched the wreckage for sign of Anthea, ogres charged from the woods and fell upon us.
Battle went ill at first. Voldorn felled by dark magicks cast by a previously unseen ogre mage, and Morgan was grievously knocked from the battle, but Rachel rushed to their aid while Kassar smote the ogre mage so mightily it felled the foul creature. We armsmen strove ‘gainst the ogres and prevailed to discover that Voldorn had not been idle, and had slain the ogre mage with mystical fire once it became clear the foul monster was healing most unnaturally.
No sight of Anthea.
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