Hans Gunter Heinrich, Acolyte of Kord, pummeler of bugbears, basher of goblins, wound healer and first of his name could not wrap his mind around why his friends threw their lives away needlessly after all the group had been through the past several weeks. Just when Hans thought the group was cohesive and working with each other’s strengths and weaknesses two warriors and the mage climbed the guard tower and lost their lives.
Hans did climb up after them but once he saw that the odds of surviving were not in his favor he climbed back down and opted to live to fight another day.
The mines are rancid with goblins and who knows what else operating the slave and stone trade within its depths. Clearing out the mines would benefit the town and surrounding area. Hopefully the remaining members of the party can keep it together long enough and not rush blindly into a potentially deadly encounter.
Post by Some call me....Don? on Nov 9, 2018 8:50:04 GMT -5
Repulsed again by goblins. Friends dead. It's Fall Haven all over again. No matter how much I drink I can not forget my master being slain by the current High Druid Eldric. Murdered for the crimes of competence and being well liked. We were sleeping after a hard fight against orcs. I was the only one to survive, out of all of my circle. "The gift I give is the understanding that we are a tournament species." he mockingly said as he smeared my master's blood upon my face. I have to kill him. I just ran into a druid from a different circle. Clearly she grew up in times of spring. I can't let her get close to me, thats how people die.
576 CY, Godsday the 18th of Blossoms or Planting as I have come to learn what the humans call it,
It seems I have a bit of time on my hands. I find myself recovering from a vicious wound inflicted upon me by a bugbear. A hideous creature I had only heard of until now. The journal I had been keeping of my voyage was ruined in a heavy storm at sea 4 days ago. So I shall start it anew.
Things in Idee have become strained as of late. Much of the elders in the local towns have passed on or been replaced by younger more ambitious politicians. The Iron League and it's resistance to the Great Kingdom appears to be gaining strength, but like a great sword that was quenched too quickly it feels brittle. Perhaps it is just me.
I have decided to go north and see for myself what lies beyond Idee. With a few gold in my pouch and the fearlessness of my youth I boarded a ship leaving from Gornor's Cove and heading along the coast to the north. Trying my hand at being a merchant traveling from port to port I bought a few trinkets here and sold them there, but my interest in being a merchant quickly vanished. The paperwork, the thieves, the other merchants and always the damned taxes made this a short career. Instead I discovered a knack for trafficking information. Merchants were eager to know of supply shortages, mercenaries were eager to find unrest, and to my delight gold was eager to find my pocket.
One evening while chatting with a fellow of like-mind, he showed me a lockbox he had been fiddling with. It would seem he “lost” the key for it and was trying to pry it open. Well, seeing a friend in need I decided to give it a go. With luck and a few good pokes from an old sewing needle left in my sleeve from mending the sails, it opened. Now I'm not sure if it was my skill at opening it, or perhaps he forgot what was inside, but he seemed genuinely surprised at one of them. The box held 6 gems. Of which he gave me three. Deciding this may be a worthwhile skill to develop I met with a local keymaster and traded my gems for a quality set of picks. Picks in hand and nothing but time I spent the days at sea opening the same lockbox again and again trying to improve my new skill.
My path has always headed north, and as I have traveled the stories always seem the same. Times are hard, the Great Kingdom seeks to bring the Iron League to heel and now we hear of Slavers on the waters.
I had yet to see one mind you, until nearly two weeks ago. As our ship rounded the western coast of Onnwal the lookout gave warning. He had spied a ship coming from a small group of islands bearing a yellow flag. Now some of the sailors aboard became quite fearful, but the Captain, a strong decisive man, gave orders to abandon the coast and head straight to sea. The smaller vessel gave pursuit and soon we were deep in the Relmor Bay. The slavers gained upon us daily and never let up their chase. With a great storm brewing ahead, and being chased from behind the Captain steered into the storm.
“A death at sea is far greater than dying under the yoke of another”, he bellowed reminding the crew what other life waited for them should they not heed the orders. With resolve the ship turned into one of the worst experiences I could have ever imagined.
Sailing along the coast on a lovely spring day, is far more pleasant than actually being at sea during a storm brought to us from the Hells below. The ship tossed and turned for three days. One of which was so violent that the lines had broken free of the sails, threatening to loose them and pull us over. Myself and 2 others climbed the mast and rigging to secure it. Once secured I began my descent and was hit with a massive wave that came over the bow. Knocked from my perch I was washed to the deck and caught up under the steps to the stern. Soaked, yet alive, I stayed there for the remainder of the storm.
The next morning we awoke to a bright sky, a gentle breeze and peaceful waters. Taking inventory of my stuffs, I discovered while it was all there the water had damaged much of my paper goods including my journal and some notes I had scribbled down regarding the prices of furs and silks.
Soon we found ourselves pulling into a small port on the southern coast of the Kingdom of Nyrond. It was the moment I stepped upon the land that I decided that there would be no more ships, or slavers in my future. This elf belongs back upon the land.
This brings me to my current state, which is in a small town, tended to by a nurse, after being pummeled by a bugbear.
Once upon land it wasn't long before I got the itch to explore and seek out fame and fortune! In fact it was about 30 minutes. The local town manager had posted some non-sense about a mine. To be quite honest I don't recall reading much about it. But the idea of a mine intrigued me. I have walked upon the land and floated on the ocean, now it was time to go below the surface.
Pondering my approach to the manager, I encountered a human druid in the local tavern and within moments was included in his merry bunch of adventurers. It seems they have had a run of bad luck recently. One thing led to another and before I stopped to think about it I was climbing through a window into a room covered in massive amounts of dried blood. The nightmare continued because we were immediately ordered to drop our weapons by a voice in another room. To my dismay, the group seemed to be quite undecided about what to do. Some seemed quite willing to drop their weapons, others were eyeing a bed for some strange reason and still others ran full tilt into the room with the booming voice.
Not willing to disarm, and certainly not willing to stay in the the bloodied room, I leapt to the front and charged, well ….more of walked quickly into the next room to see what awaited us. To my astonishment, there were 10 soldiers with empty bows, who looked equally astonished, and a human with a single arrow hanging loosely from his armor as if tucked there by a child. Within short order the soldiers were dispatched and a wholesale looting of the area began. The gusto in which we examined every crevice and delight in which we pulled coins, and weapons, and showed one another our finds reminded me of finding those gems in that lockbox all those weeks ago. This must be what adventurers long for. In the next room I found a suit of armor, and a couple of longswords. One of which gave off a bit of light when it was unsheathed.
Now, I don't mind saying, that sword was particularly handsome and not wanting to over step with my new found friends I offered it up to the archer of the group. To my surprise however, she didn't seem particularly interested in it. In fact, she didn't even touch it. I had to sheath the sword for her. Not once did she un-knock her bow. I can only imagine the cramp she must get in that arm. For the next hour we rummaged around, and found a kitchen, still staffed by slaves. With a meal in our bellies we descended into a trap door in the kitchen. This lead us up to a set of stairs, and ultimately to a not so friendly bugbear.
Excited for the next fight, I picked the lock to the door and followed the warrior inside. A fight ensued immediately and as I circled to the back of the creature it swiped at me. All I truly remember is the weight in which I was hit. Lifting me up off the floor and then darkness. A short time later, or maybe not, I awoke to being carried back into town. I passed in and out of consciousness until this morning. I am finally able to sit up and write a bit, and someone has sent a strange fruit basket and a get well message. It will be some time before I am able to fight, but small movements are coming back and the heaviness of the fight are starting to leave my body. Until then I am chatting with anyone that stops in. Information is still valuable.
You know this was my first day back on land... the boat is starting to look appealing again.
Supplies in demand: Barrels of oil elves? Fruit baskets
Oversupply: Healing Potions Wolf meat Bugbears!
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2018 14:48:48 GMT -5 by bugbane
Well, the priory sent me with one holy mission. To reek havoc on the cursed souls of those slavers that enslaved a few of my brothers from our monastery. I found of group forming up to go back into the quarries to destroy those inside. It was clear from before we even left town the group was made of two types of people. A barbarian, a fighter, and myself who either knew little or nothing of the inside of the keep. The second group, a band lead by druids who seem more concerned with petting the local wild food supply that actually getting the job done. So rather than herd a pack of cats - the few in the first group took off. After climbing in window we saw gore on the floor of a mostly empty room. It appears to have been the form of a Sargent or some NCO but the drawers and everything was emptied. We then dispatched ten guard who pissed there studded cod pieces when we chargered their bows. Our gods where great and handed us victory and rewards for dispatching revenge. We then liberated three slaves the cowards left behind before. First having some fun with them with an eating contest. We stuffed their pockets the gold they earned a some silver pieces and left them where the denizens would of assumed they were corpses. It is easy to assume they recovered and with the grace of our gods are making there way to their home with the coin we gave them. On to more revenge to honor our gods.
You can't spell slaughter without laughter, and our crew seems to do a lot of both. In hindsight it probably isnt the nicest thing to make starving slaves do an eating contest before liberating them, but I must admit it was entertaining.
I am very pleased to have acquired a shiny (literally) new sword, however I am too stubborn to put my bow away to use it. I even had to make our poor elf hand feed me cheese and crackers because I clearly have a problem. He was a good traveling companion, and I feel bad that he got injured in our latest battle. On the plus side, he gets to relax and eat the finest fruit and chocolate provided by the one and only Aevlins Deadible Edibles. I hope that my cousin Gregolas gave him one of our get well soon ones and not a sorry for your loss arrangement... no matter!
We still have a job to do in the mines, and I will not rest my bow arm until every last slave is liberated! I've been in their shoes, or lack thereof, and I do not wish dying in the slave pits upon anyone.
Well another day, or night rather - of exploring this mine. We didn't fight much. I am starting to believe the tail of 50 goblins were a little exaggeration. My new brave barbarian hit and at a underground beach, fighting smelly beast and the slizard thing. Hopeful we have freed all the slave and will bring holy vengeance on any remaining slavers
Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 27, 2018 2:13:53 GMT -5
It feels like we've made progress. finally found a safe entrance. still cant take wolf. I don't understand but we are raiding this tower. The money will help in our goals. At least wizard finial finds a spellbook, odd that he decided to take off his cloths. I dont really care for why. Back in the water weird room, its still there. Eldric took care of it. not sure if its still there. Finial got one of the doors open only to find frog men. I was seeing red. i remember what they did to us. They even tried to call our barbarian so i charged, so did everyone. We were feeling confident before the massive sisser jumped out of the lake. i casted my spell and it looked straight into my soul. i felt a bond forming. i hate using this spell like this but it keeps us alive. Its hard to bare watching my compatriots hack at this poor creature. It cries breaks my heart, its eyes pleading for help. I cried, calling for it to leave! It drives back to the waters, fleeing. I feel sick. I am now truely alone again knowing wolf is gone now. It is for the best. Everyone has been cruel to him. he would only die if he stayed. I must speak to the group. I would like to keep a animal friend, i would like to have a sissser mud tiger walk by myside. Doing these spells are a huge risk that keeps being wasted. If Big Sally still trusts me i would like to be her friend. Im sulking with my head on the bar, talking to Eldric about animal friends. Ive asked Aevlin if she can order me some ediables. I like the strawberry skulls.
I'm starting to like using my sword. I don't know if it even has magic qualities other than being really, really glowy but I definitely look awesome using it. I know I'm the Archer, but maybe I could be Aevlin the Brightsword, or Aevlin the Impaler... but, I'm just the archer.
Things are still slow going in the mines. People keep getting hurt, and not much progress is made. We got attacked by lizard people and Shlizzards again. Maybe I'll start putting shlizzard skulls in my fruit baskets. That would be a hit, I must tell Gregolas to send someone to collect the skulls when all this boils over.
Hans Gunter Heinrich, Acolyte of Kord, pummeler of bugbears, basher of goblins, wound healer and first of his name sat in quiet contemplation reflecting upon the latest mine incursion failure. Another party member down for a week, hopefully the barbarian will recover swiftly.
Perhaps we need to change our tactics? With more of the mines explored maybe we can set traps and ambush the horde of goblins. Funneling them through a choke point we could slay them one or two at a time. The strength of goblins lay in their horde tactics. Taking that away would give us a yuuuuuge advantage.
I will spend the rest of the night in quiet prayer to Kord.
Post by dragonforgotten on Dec 2, 2018 15:26:23 GMT -5
Death, so much death and Im powerless to stop it.I couldn't even carry Ioms body with me, no one would help. I am always alone and now more alone then before. I need a moment to honor my friend when we get back to town... Obtain that syth now feels... Empty.
I cannot keep up with Aevlin. At this point she isn't even making kills, her party members keep dying and shes throwing parties in town instead of doing her job. I received a bill for damages from the tavern after she drunkenly shot arrows into the back of the bar, smashing several bottles of expensive whiskey. Not to mention she took most of the remaining stock for said party.
I may have to shut this place down and go become an adventurer myself to pay the bills. Perhaps Laragorn will join me... in the mean time, these strawberries wont dip themselves.
"Get out of the tower", he said. "Go do research OUTSIDE! Enough with the books!" Personally, I think he is still mad I bumped into the reagents shelves and knocked everything down. I diligently put each leaf, bat wing and spider in it's proper place, but alas I have been sent from the library I have called home for so long.
Having heard that the taverns were always a good spot for an adventure I started there. What a ruckus, so much noise and the drunken archer shooting this way and that. But it was as they said, in short order I was grabbed up by a druid and dragged off to an adventure.
The druid Iom has become a fast friend. Explaining to me all of the horrible threats that lay ahead of us. Slavers! I have so many questions about how their economy works I hope we catch one. And 50 or more goblins! I have read Ester's tales about them and truly look forward to seeing one. With 50 of them this should be a certainty! I think Iom and I will be life long friends. Me with my vast arcane knowledge of lights and he with his wooden stick. They will write songs about us for sure!
I must say adventuring is a bit boring, with a lot of "Should we go this way or that" I am beginning to think our party is a new to all this.
Alas, upon our third hour we encountered 2 goblins and a large wolf. The wolf seemed quite intent on killing us, but the other druid Jess I believe is her name, was quite intent with growling, barking, and whining with him. I thought at any moment she may when him over, but that was short lived as he bit one of our party.
Iom, assures me there is *AT LEAST* 50 goblins here. The 2 we met died rather quickly and I was unable to ask them any questions. How am I to research anything if these guys keep killing everything?
Our night has finally ended and I must say I am rather saddened. My new friend of the last 9 hours has died. Apparently he didn't rank highly with the group as the didn't even take his body. I did recommend checking his backpack, I was hoping for a diary or something to remember him by, instead his pockets were sifted through, his bread was taken and we have returned to the tavern to drown our sorrows.... Or shoot at whiskey bottles. Truly adventurers are an odd lot. Perhaps I should study them?
Post by dragonforgotten on Dec 5, 2018 1:53:50 GMT -5
Finial we've seem to have driven out the slavers. Finally. While in our finial trip i've made a new friend. A young mudtigar now accompanies me, orphan by our raids. It fills the void that Iom left. It eases the pain. Much thanks to Hans and Aevilin. Aevilin has affectionally named her Clappy. Im completed my task and have obtain a silver syth. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth now. Aevilin is so strong, i wish somedays i could be as strong as her. I can only make friends with beasts. Soon, we shall board a ship to our destination, Hawkhawk. Before our departure Ive left flowers for Iom. Clappy is a good learner. Aevilin has tied a cute bow around her neck. Hans been taking good care of everyone. Remy, Khell and Delcan practicing magic. Everyone. My friends...
We had a short stay in Hawkhawk. Stories of strange missing people, abandoned villages and crops and savage swamp crocodiles on the lips of strangers. Of to Orlens soon but not before the festivale. Today is a sacred day. One of many. Hans and Aevilin watched me perform my sacred practice of reaping mistletoe. It should be a happy occasion if my thoughts hadn't lingered on Iom. Remy cheered me up during the day as everyone drank and was merry.
We left the next morn. A long travel. 7 days and we arrived to this strange village. Children fled from us, no adults wondered the path ways with work or crops. My stomach twists. Something isn't right. Doesn't stop the thirst for booze though. Immediately stopped at a tavern. I gave the barkeep a few silvers and a gold, this pleased him. Let me keep Clappy inside with me. Aevilin immediately keeled over. Remy and me took her to bed, to a special room. Everyone left for the constable, i stayed with Clappy and Aevilin. I don't like this place. I feel like we have walked into a trap..
It is dusk now. I sit on the foot of Aevilins bed with her and Clappy holding the silver syth. I feel the pull of sleep but i ignore my impulse. We were suppose to grow together Iom. How was i powerless to prevent his death. Suddenly all sound is gone. I watch as five men enter into the room through a moveable wall. They motion for our deaths. I move my lips but no sound escapes. I must protect Aevilin, Clappy. Survive and warn my friends.