Journal of Magdalene Oreson

Game One

January 26, 2002

Magdalene Oreson looked slowly around the room as she plopped down at the nearest empty table in the pub of The Unicorn. Reassuringly she reached down and stroked the long strong neck of her constant companion Mica. She knew that as a mountain lion Mica was not the normal route for reassurance by humans, but Maggie had known Mica for most of her life. They journeyed together through the nearby Janos mountains that they and her grandfather Sigfreid called home. Until the moment that she walked into this middle classed inn, Maggie had thought her lifestyle mostly normal. The complete silence accompanied by the stares of each individual rattled her. She stood there silent for a moment answering each of the stares with one on her own. Then she made for the safety of her solitary table.

As Mica purred, Maggie stroked the right side of her own face. Her rough fingers deftly traced the star-like scars that surrounded her socket. When she was only just 15 years of age the thief Grellick had come with his party to stay at her grandfather’s house in the mountain pass of Fodder Notch. Grellick was the cause of this wound. She could still feel her eye slowly sliding down her young face.

She pushed aside that unsettling memory and turned her thoughts to why Geldimar, her savoir from Grellick had brought her to this inn. She owed him her life, and her newfound vision. He had replaced her damaged eye with an amethyst which over the years had been more than beneficial. At least now she could hunt as well at night as she could during the waking moments. Mica had appreciated the nocturnal forays into the mountain wilds. Maggie has just begun to remember some more interesting journey’s into the night when a strange woman approached her table.

This new woman was small, as most people were to Maggie. Maggie had inherited the manly form of her father and grandfather. She stood well over six feet tall and possessed the striking arms of a blacksmith, another family trait.

This small, blonde woman almost swayed from side to side as she whisked towards Maggie. A smile of amusement and knowing passed the stranger’s lips. Maggie couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s décolletage proceeded her to the table. “Oh gods, do I look like that type?” Maggie queried to herself. Due to her masculine size and interests Maggie knew that many of her childhood companions, of which there were few, wondered about her tastes in the opposite sex.

Maggie held up her hand to stop the whore’s progress. “I’m not interested.” She murmured to the stranger. This only seemed to intrigue the young thing as her eyes raised in an amused expression and she sat herself down at the table.

Maggie noticed an odd birthmark of some kind of fish on the young woman’s hand as she crossed them in front of her. The woman, Roxanne, chattered on for a few moments. “Would you like to join us?” Maggie glanced over Roxanne’s bare shoulder to see the face of a friend at a far off table. It seemed Niccolo Morwinyon, the local surgeon, had purchased Roxanne for the evening. Startled for the second time this evening Maggie stared at the man for whom she had brought down herbs from the mountain. He couldn’t possibly want to….. she noticed the look of confusion and distaste on the man’s face. Relief washed over her. Maggie returned to Roxanne and turned down the invitation, not wishing to impose on her friend Niccolo.

As the strumpet strolled away from her table, Maggie was relieved that something new had entered her mind. Niccolo didn’t seem the whoring type. In fact with all her dealing with the man she had assumed he was akin to her in his solitude. “ I guess a man is still a man” she mused to herself.

The room’s sudden silence roused her from her thoughts. Another stranger entered the room. Maggie still had a hard time accepting that people in her own town still chose to stare at her odd appearance, but she had never been in The Unicorn before. A dwarf bathed in metal and soot stood at the entrance. With precisian he strode to the bar his red braided beard keeping time with his steps. He asked for Geldimar. Was this dwarf one of the friends that Geldimar had mentioned in his letter that he wanted Maggie to meet?

She rose from her chair and approached the dwarf. “Axe high. I too am a friend of Geldimar and wait for him. You can wait and drink with me if you wish.” She walked back to her table hoping that she hadn’t used too many words in her invitation. Dwarves loved economy more than Maggie did, but she had always been interested in dwarves since she moved in with her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that Sigfreid was an old friend to the dwarves. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sigfreid eclipsed Maggie’s on height she would have called him dwarf long ago. She reached her table and waited for the dwarf. He joined her only moments before Roxanne came bouncing back over to her table. In very short order Roxanne revealed that both her and Niccolo were also waiting for Geldemar. The next few minutes filled up with the babbling of Roxanne. Maggie sat recovering once from her shock of being stared at – now at least the looks of the patrons were concentrated on the dwarf who introduced himself as Gunther Intiefen of the clan Intiefen. Maggie remembered his clan were dutiful servants of the royal clans under the mountains. She also was able to take a longer look at Roxanne and see that she wore a priestly symbol of Betshaba. Apparently the young vixen was on her way to becoming a priest. Inwardly she chuckled over Betshaba’s choice. Roxanne was not unlike the babbling brooks Maggie often frequented in the mountain. The girl obviously was uncomfortable with the silence of the table and chattered on hoping to fill the silence with at least one voice. Maggie, Gunther, and Niccolo were as one quite comfortable with the patience that silence brought. To ease the young girl’s worries Maggie volunteered some noise to the young girl’s. The moments passed quickly for Maggie, although it did seem that Niccolo grew quite perturbed by young Roxanne’s prattling. He had tried to use a book to shield himself from her conversation, but she quickly, and quite rudely Maggie thought, peered over his shoulder and peppered him with questions about his book. He looked quizzically over at Maggie looking for sympathy and then pushed the book away from the inquisitive wench.

Not long after Roxanne had paused for breathe the inn turned not only quiet but completely still. An extremely tall and broad orc had just entered the inn. He had strange markings on his face and an extremely large battle axe strapped to his back. Within moments of his entrance a beautiful young boy bounded through the door behind him and announced he was looking for Geldemar as well. Roxanne pounced upon the young man and his orcish companion. (The girl showed no fear in the face of mountain lion or orc) Maggie and Gunther’s hands had settled firmly upon their own weapons, and Maggie’s were drawn. Why had Geldemar gathered such a rag tag group of youngsters? Maggie wondered to herself. She learned from Roxanne that Geldemar had gathered the all together to do something for him – some kind of help. I know I’m not that experienced. The dwarf – only another dwarf could tell. The orc is definitely an asset, but why a young boy, a city surgeon, and a bubbling whore? What are you up to Geldemar. And why does no one here seem to really know you that well? Have they all met you like me? Maggie grinned and remembered her grandfather’s advice. In time dear Maggie, in time all things come to light. Have patience girl and wait. Maggie always admired her grandfather’s choreless ability to wait. So Maggie watched as Roxanne asked her new questions. The boy claimed himself to be a man named Quinn. He and his half-orc companion Morak worked for a circus. One as a juggler the other as a strong man attraction. Morak quickly assured Gunther that he had no problems with the dwarven race and was only half bad. Gunther withdrew his hand from his weapons but did not cease his attentiveness over our new friend. I must admit for all the claims that he is not like his orcish relatives he sure enjoys the show that he is. Maggie remembered how Morak had snarled at the patrons of the inn and how upon seeing the tenseness of herself and Gunther had walked over and slammed his axe down on the table. Her grandfather’s lessons in waiting had kept her from attacking. Shortly after the new pair arrived the inn was emptied. None wanted their company or the dangers they presumed waited for the gathering. Geldemar finally arrived and hurried the group out of the door, pausing only to compensate (at the quiet insistence of Maggie) the inn for loss of business.

As the newly formed group walked to Niccolo’s house Maggie took a moment to feed Mica. The group paused as they marveled over Mica’s cooking ability, buy did not show worry over it. Geldemar barely stopped his step as he continued to inform us of his needs. A group of wizards had seen a future, a vision of Thet controlling most of this region. Other strange events have occurred in Valdaran as well – poisoning of a well, people disappearing. Singly they didn’t seem unusually but grouped together they pointed to some kind of influence. Geldemar thought it to be Thet beginning some plan of conquering. He wanted us to investigate whatever was occurring in Valdaran and stop it. Eventually he thought we would have to travel to Thet and face whatever was there that was strong enough to change Valdaran’s future of free rule. The wizards who foresaw this would not interfere, but Geldemar could not wait and watch. We were to be his action in these events. Maggie watched as a lone rider swiftly approached the group. He was dressed richly and bore the carriage and demeanor of the upper class. She was not proven wrong as the young man came closer. His eyes sparked interest and knowing when they spied Geldemar. The young man, Agni Domingo Rafezzi was as student of Geldemar’s. Geldemar showed no surprise at meeting the young man, although it seemed coincidental that the young man had been travelling the road. Upon hearing Geldemar’s news Agni agreed to come along and here more. It didn’t take long for Quinn, Morak, Agni, and Roxanne to pledge themselves to Geldemar’s quest. Gunther had previously sworn to follow his King’s orders which were to help Geldemar so he needed not to refresh his pledge. Both Maggie and Niccolo listened to all before they to pledged themselves to Geldemar. Geldemar’s face brightened with a smile of commitment. He expressed no surprise. When asked about his assuredness, Geldemar began to reply “You see I was looking for Agni to join us. I thought he would meet us at the inn. I have more information about you which I will tell you inside” he reached for the door and slowly began to open it. “You see, there is this prophecy….”

Geldemar’s words never finished. As the door opened a giant of man covered form head to toe in armour stepped forward and shoved his staff through the wizard’s frail body. For now it looked frail and old and fading as the man pushed him off the end of his staff. Maggie quickly leapt towards the attacker her axe and hammer drawn. Mica followed her friend’s lead. Quinn launched himself at the attacker and began to roll through his legs only to be stopped by a long spike on the leg of the man’s armour. Another body was pierced. The woman and the noble simply stood there as the dwarf and orc prepared for battle. Niccolo rushed to Geldemar’s side hoping to be able to heal him. Before any of the defender’s could even wound the man he raised his deadly staff, and in swirls of purple disappeared taunting the group with his parting “WHELPS!” All turned to Geldemar as Maggie and Mica tried in vain to track the assailant. Maggie’s eye glinted during her search finding nothing. Roxanne held the now small looking body of Geldemar as he gave us his last. “The Manslayer is here……must….kill him. He cannot be killed by man or woman….” Then the once powerful body of the wizard Geldemar sank as his air left him. The group brought his body inside the house and covered it as they quietly discussed what was to be done. As Maggie rejoined them to report of her fruitless search she glanced at Geldemar’s body. I owe you my life so I will continue, but part of me is frightened. Who will come and save me now Geldemar? You are no longer here. How weak you look now. How old and powerless. Then Geldemar’s body began to age…or had it been all along? Agni explained that mages could extend their natural lives through magic. Obviously Geldemar had done this and with the magic gone his body was returning to his natural age. Maggie watched as her savor’s body slowly turned to ash and dust. Roxanne could not handle the change and had to leave the room along with Quinn and the orc. Maggie continued to watch with a fascination of despair and curiosity. She had seen animals’ bodies rot away to rich soil, but had never watched a human's do the same. And now Geldemar had left her alone with this group he had assembled. She wondered if she would ever consider them friends. It had been easy to trust Geldemar. He had saved her and the few days she had spent with him were comfortable and exciting. She supposed that perhaps one day one of her new companions might save her life as well. She would again have to wait. For the time being the group decided, upon the insistence (a talent Maggie was sure he had in abundance) of Agni, that they were to head towards Eisenstadt and talk to the order of mages there. Maggie assisted Niccolo in gathering his belongings which included a jar that continued a baby sized monster of a child with huge insect faceted eyes, sharp teeth, and cruved fleshy nubs much like horns. It floated menancingly in a greenish liquid. Niccolo had noticed that the manslayer had moved it. Perhaps it was important Maggie pondered. She remembered what Geldemar had said. They were a part of a prophecy. Perhaps the good doctor’s role was in that jar. Is this the not woman not man that could kill the manslayer?

They all returned to town after wrapping the body of ashes inside a makeshift sack and placing it inside a chest. Maggie helped Agni purchase a wagon and horses for their trip. She also said farewell to her mother, with promises of seeing her soon. When Maggie and Agni met up with the group at the Flying Grypon Inn an armoured worshiper of Vortumnas had joined him. Alexander Crownguard was a paladin who had confused Geldemar’s instructions. He thought the magical beast inn he was to meet Geldemar at was a gryphon and not a unicorn. Strange mistake for a man of war. As he talked to Maggie the others left the table. The man treated her with kindness and respect even buying her dinner. Maggie was releived to find such openess and honestly in a man. He too was rescued by Geldemar. Maggie wondered if they all had their lives saved by Geldemar. In any case Alexander spoke on of a land called Koramia from far across the ocean. While he spoke Maggie noticed that unlike the other’s he drank goat’s milk. His shoulder plate bore a red color -- both were strange choices for a paladin of Vortumnas. The group assembled minus the whore of Betshaba. She was staying at the temple. Young Quinn had purchased rooms for the group. Agni immediately reimbursed him. There was money left over but Quinn didn’t return to Agni his change.

Game Two

January 26, 2002

Folloch 11, 10th year since foundation

We had informed the Malachite Order of Geldemar’s death. I stood in the office of Agador Wintrhop, the headmaster of the school and listened to his over flowery words. He puffed up each of our egos in turn promising to help us fully in finding Geldemar’s killer. He played pleasant and cooperating. However, the night Agni stormed into his well appointed rooms at the college screaming to us that Agador had said that Geldemar did not have enough faith in the school to be alive. WE were a rag tag group and the school would do the proper investigation. To add to the headmaster’s insults of my friends and my savoir, a few moments later a message arrived telling Agni that whew was summoned to an inquiry on his possible involvement in Geldemar’s death. Since this headmaster had lied to us before by his deceitful manner I distrusted this inquiry and vowed to accompany him as did Niccolo.

I spoke that night with the gates man of the magickal academy. He was a kind man with a family of three boys to raise. We quietly talked about family and about cities. He gave kind advice that I should go back home, that I wasn’t made for this kind of life. I trusted too much. Perhaps Henry was right. I thanked him by giving him a carved bear for his boys. As I walked away I wondered what good I was to this group. What purpose had Geldemar seen for me? I have never been much of a writer before now. But I find thoughts come to me more rapidly now – they confuse me at times. Perhaps writing it here will give them form and structure.

Agni had is inquiry. The mages, including the headmaster, seemed surprised at mine and Niccolo’s appearance. Upon discovering that we were determined to support our new friend they postponed the inquiry on some false sounding reason of researching evidence. We had lost their help and lost Geldemar’s body.

My day was then spent wandering aimlessly around the large city of Eisennstadt. It’s huge 40 foot walls surrounded me as I strolled trying to gain my bearings. I suppose the walls are not unlike my beloved mountains, but the feeling is never the same. I pushed aside feelings of claustrophobia and continued walking. I eventually wound up at the temple of Baelthor. It was a marvelous structure. A joint temple to human and dwarven aspect of the god. I breath of relief passed my lips as I stepped in. A brother stepped forward to help me and before I realized it I was blabbering like I did as a child. I gushed on about my feelings of confusion at the deception of man. He was as patient as my grandfather and showed me that at times deception can show kindness or give protection. Perhaps the headmaster did not wish to be rude about his true feelings over us rabble so coated it with his sugary words. I nodded in understanding and thanks and retired to the shrine of Mulciber. I held my weapons towards my god and pledged enduring patience and work at my new forge. I understood metal and its relationships, now I must endure the heat of human company.

Before I left the temple I asked the brother about the other orders that Geldemar had belonged to: The Augers and the Aboringens. He told me of a screaming lady who would walk through the streets spouting prophecies. She was and auger, Gallia, who was a member of the wealthy in town. I also left word with him for the Aboringens that visited the temple. He told me it would take some time, so I figured that it would come to no use – our group tended to move quickly. Quinn, Agni, and Roxanne were born, I believe, with a great sense of urgency in their lives.

Before I returned to the group I stopped at the dwarven council building to look up an old friend: Herzog Kormac Goldenkrone. Geldemar has told us that the dwarves needed solid proof. We still had none, but I surmised that Geldemar was known well to the dwarves. They should know of his death. I waited patiently for Goldenkrones audience. For all my study and respect of dwarves I still have a time communicating with them. I have no need to disrespect or irritate them and that makes my speech with them stumble and stutter. I believe I am too much in awe of their skills. I must subdue this if I am ever to be true friends with them.

I rejoined my new travelling group later in the day. It seemed that most of us had been busy finding out the same information about the young lady Auger in town. Agni in fact said that he had arranged for us to have dinner with her at her father's house. I had supposed that Agni knew them from noble circles. He planned to pose us as his staff. Once again his money was used by a member of the group. Roxanne decided she needed a new silk dress. Gunther, Morak and myself were to be his body guards.

It was an interesting evening. I had never known excess to such a degree. My main contribution to the conversations was to inform Roxanne that the bird she was eating was a quail.

Neither the father Maganas nor Gallia herself ever showed for dinner. She lived in a separate house we learned from Agni’s none to subtle manipulations of the conversation. The meal was fine but nothing I would give up my freedom for. Too much debt owning such a house and hiring so many servants. As the meal wore slowly on Agni characteristically I am beginning to think “chatted up” the fair bard that had entertained us. The chancellor Belgard Throen eventually excused himself and retired for the evening. Since we were posing as body guards I suggested that Gunther and myself guard our liege’s door that evening. We were given only one instruction – “let the girl in”. Gunther headed for the room while I scouted the establishment looking for some “proper” after dinner refreshment for the two of us. The serving girl gladly showed me to the kitchen (where I grabbed some dinner from the chef for Mica) and I was escorted from there to a well stocked ale house. I grabbed some dwarven ale and asked the girl to show me to Agni’s room. Along the way the two of us chatted about our prospective employers. She spoke about the Auger and her unusual ways. I stretched the truth to include Agni in the same category. Eventually I learned from her the whereabouts of the Gallia’s house. When I reached Gunther I told him of my findings and we knocked on Agni’s door to do the same to him. He bade us enter and we found him lounging on the floor like the proverbial spider. Instead of web he was using wine, candles, and little clothing. He didn’t look chagrinned or irritated by my appearance, just…. disappointed?? He was pleased by the knowledge and pledged to head out with us in the morning. Gunther and I spent the rest of the night drinking and singing dwarven songs. I guess my Pa gets along so well with dwarves because of their appreciation of solitude and their comfortable manner. I hope that I too can feel the same soon. I like Gunther, but I am too aware of making mistakes. I must admit I am skittish being this far from my mountains – think Maggie…observe, think and finally act.

Folloch 12

The next day Gunther looked none the worse or better for ale, but I cannot say the same of Mica. I surmise that after I dropped into sleep she had herself a long taste of the ale. She refreshed herself in the Maganas’ fountain. I’m sure it didn’t follow any etiquette but I believed that was better than finding out what would happen if a fire breathing mountain lion began vomiting.

After gathering it seems that many of us had the same agenda. We all wanted to find the Gallia’s house. Roxanne had found out from a male servant. (I wonder is she uses her old trade to do this?) Agni was planning on pumping the bard, (ach! What a horrible pun. My mother would be so proud) but found out first from me. We all headed off to the Gallia’s house.

It was a strong house of two stories. I noticed some tracks no more than a day old. The barn was a disgrace to any good horse, but a wagon of some sort had used it recently. There was no sound coming from the house, but I remembered a light being on the night before. Quinn quickly suggested that we simply head in…he had “discovered” that the door was unlocked. Most of the group concurred. I was a little edgy with breaking the law, but perhaps the girl was in danger. After all it had followed and triumphed over Geldemar.

We headed in to a mostly dusty abode. Eventually we found an inner courtyard and sitting next to a nicely stocked fish pond was a woman. She didn’t look ill attired – more rumpled than anything else. And the weed she smoked out of an ornate hookah explained why. She rambled on about talking to fish, and seemed quite impressed with my eye. I think I may fashion a patch to wear when we are in large cities of groups. I can always remove it when the eye is needed.

She babbled in time with the pond as we asked our questions. I kept looking for any sign of insight. After all she was a mage. Eventually her blood shot eyes landed upon Quinn. She hailed him as a man without fate. The Fates, according to her, did not have their strings in him. He could control his own destiny. Fate seemed very important to her as a seer, and she was astonished to see a man without one. I didn’t fully understand the implications, but I tried to reaffirm the boy ( who seemed somewhat disturbed) that he was lucky he could now choose his own fate. The others questions increased. I watched and waited. She carried herself like someone who was a fool, a drunkard, but she was a friend of Geldemar’s. If she could only tell me my fate I would know if she had any sight other than that through her smoke. Eventually my eye drew her vision back to me, and her faced furrowed with concern and then softened into sadness. “I’m sorry” she said to me. I must admit my heart jumped at the chance she may prove to be true. She told me of my fate. I will die out of passion – I knew this had known this for most of my grown life. It was no shock to me – but the others seemed to take some pause. I suppose that expected some kind of response from me. So I explained that the witch woman of my town had prophesized the same. Roxanne seemed more perplexed by this reaction. The seer added that I would be happy when I died. I had not heard this part before, but reveled in the confirmation. Ever since my love had inadvertently attacked me in his true form I had finally figured out how I was to die. It was comforting to know I had made the right choice and would die happy. Gallia had proven to me that she had true sight.

Eventually we asked her help in deciphering was Geldemar had in plan for us. She smoked on her pipe and peered into the water of the fish pond. What she brought back with her was disturbing. She had witnessed Geldemar’s death. This came as no surprise to her since she had previously claimed to know when he would pass. She mumbled something about her own death. But what bothered me was the fact that the Manslayer had seen her from her past vision. She claimed this was impossible, but she looked racked and tired from the experience. She also said that Manslayer should not be here. That he was out of place or time or something to that effect. I wonder where he came from. I hope for her’s and admittedly for ours that he would not be visiting her soon. I did not want her to die…and certainly did not want to get blamed for it. Strangers show up asking questions about her and then she winds up dead… daughter to a noble and all.

In any case Quinn apparently thought of similar concerns for the girl’s life. We immediately suggested that she leave. She began to accompany us back to town. I had hoped to leave her at temple until her father could pick her up. Niccolo managed to get her flask of green liquid from her as he sent the anxious Quinn off to get our wagon and mounts. The boy obviously had no need to race to see Manslayer again. I headed to temple with the girl in tow. We reached it and the debate reached it with us. Somewhere along the trip Agni had decided to take this girl with us. Now normally I do not get too involved in the group’s conversation but I could not let this one pass. I explained how I saw the situation a number of times to Agni. If we took a noble's daughter… If this person vanished then surely there would be trouble. Agni and Roxanne didn’t see it that way, but Gunther agreed with me. Endless debating continued until Niccolo returned bringing with him our Paladin Alexander. Gallia began questioning us about her flask and hookah. She was not sober since Agni had cast and instantly sobered her. The whole reason for Agni’s casting was to decide whether or not she should go with us. For some reason, I suppose Agni may have wanted a kindred caster or perhaps noble along, Agni really wanted her to accompany us. Both Gunther and I were concerned with the possibility of us being seen as taking her against her will. Her father would surely send someone after us. Agni didn’t seem to think her father would mind, but I tried to remind him that he obviously took some care with her. He had a house built for her near his own and he had it constantly stocked with supplies she would need. In either case, when sobered she definitely did not want to leave her town and was more interested in retrieving her flask. Niccolo eventually gave it back to her and escorted her back to her house. He had to meet Quinn there anyway. I am concerned for that child. Manslayer is a frightening and strong opponent, but I am sure one that eventually we will not be able to run from. I hope Quinn will be ready to face him. After I said my prayers in temple and checked to see if any of the other casters had answered my queries we set off to meet with Quinn and Niccolo.

After he had meet Quinn along the road and said goodbye to Gallia she can streaming back down the hill towards them. She was still sobered and pleaded with Niccolo that the fish had told here that we must go to Zauberstaurm to find the first piece. The fish said it was very important to the survival of the world. Zauberstaurm is a wizard’s castle we learned from Agni, and it seemed to be place that he was convinced we would find no answers. Seems Agni does not like being confronted we he has already made up his mind. He was not pleased when we decided to go there anyway. I will have to watch him and try to catch the tale’s of when he is about to make up his mind. If I am able to slow that process down he may not become as upset with us.

Folloch 13

It was a long and interesting path we traveled last eve. We made it to the In of the Frothing Mug at the crossroads. I would have preferred to camping myself but realized the others, especially Agni and Roxanne, were not used to such—and their gifts lie indoors not out. The inn was not overly crowded but the people were solemn. This displeased and concerned Roxanne. I surmised it was not the type of place she was used to. Roxanne, perhaps due to the unused place she found herself in, was quite rude to one of the wenches there. Roxanne actually began criticizing her on the way she wooed men. I am not experienced in her trade or proper etiquette for it, but I would have thought the woman would have been shocked by this arrogance and rudeness. The woman took it well though. We all eventually made it to rooms. Niccolo and I tried to interrupt the boy Quinn as he was “making the acquaintance” of an attractive woman. Quinn seemed quite disturbed at our urging of caution, so we let him go. Niccolo myself and Alexander set ourselves up as guards. Morak being moved from his room by a rapacious Quinn and going to sleep unusually early.

The somber mood was not unusual as we found out in the early parts of the morning. Niccolo woke up in the hall to find his weapons and monies stolen. He found Quinn on his bed near death by a viscous stab wound, but oddly the wound had been bound. Niccolo had seen someone in black studded armour carrying an axe before he strangely fell asleep. Most of Quinn’s things had been stolen along with Alexander’s holy symbol weapon.

Niccolo took care of Quinn while we roused the others. Quickly we came downstairs and noticed the whole taproom was asleep where they had sat. Some strange form of magick I supposed but Agni could not name it. I ran to the stables and noticed they had taken our horses and split our wagon axle, only Alexander’s warhorse remained untouched. I quickly found their tracks and informed the others. Alexander was eventually sent to chase them down. Gunther, myself, and Agni would follow on foot keeping up with there tracks. It was a long journey which led us back to Alexander—he had not found them. We retraced the tracks and found where they had gone off the road twice to rest and presumably confuse any who gave chase. It had worked. We reached the gates of Eisenstaadt only to be stopped by the guards as bandits. Supposedly the two thieves had told the guards that we were causing banditry along the way. He would have to take us into custody. I quickly relayed our story and then easily went along with him. I knew that our story was true and the dwarves would surely find no guilt in us. Gunther agreed, but Agni seemed uneasy. I suppose he is not used to dwarven law, and more used to nobles given their own way in matters. Within and hour, Olaf of clan Goldenkrone was sent to us. He found us innocent and set us free. Now the guards would help us find our thieves. I led the group back to the gates (getting used to this terrain) and surmised that they would have to get rid of the horses if the poor hard ridden animals had not already died. I asked Agni where the closest stable was to the gate and surely enough we found them there. We had a trail. Of course the woman had changed from a blonde to a redhead. But we had the clue of Niccolo’s jeweled blade that would make them stick out. The next few hours reminded me of stories I had heard from travelling adventures in my Pa’s house. The three of us began working rapidly and smoothly together. Each of our ideas followed without debate and with fullness. We tracked the duo throughout the town. Although it was strange that none could tell us what the man looked like..just his armour and Niccolo's blade. We went from inn’s to jewelers (where we recovered Alexander’s symbol) to an armouror (the chain and an attempt to sell the rapier). Each step of the way I informed the guards who gathered our things. The guards seemed quite pleased with our performance. With little sleep and weary legs we still worked like hammer and anvil trying to catch the thieves between them. Agni directed us to a richer establishment they may buy the blade. That man, Henry Goldsmith, would not pay the price. I thought of the jewels in the blade – would they try to break it up and sell the jewels. Agni took us to a nearby inn, The Regal Hammer Inn, and his grand noble ways with the man got us the answer. They were there. We retreated and called the guards. We each watched an entrance as they went in. I should have stayed my ground at the front and watch the leaving patrons more closely for assuredly I would have seen the mice escape the trap. But I followed the guards and gave them their hole. I shall learn from this. We gathered our things from the guards, thereby taking our case with us, and headed back to the crossroads. Back at the Inn with our friends we found the culprits had left a note – the name Rothgapharius. Quinn needed rest for several days so I adjourned to the tap room. The merchants there had left…they had been waylaid by whatever spell had caused the somberness and lack of attentiveness. Seems Roxanne was right about the mood of the place. Some of them had lost money..but I couldn’t help thinking that this Rothgapharius and his girl had been waiting for a big haul and had found us. By why would they not have gone after Agni? I noticed the inn still had little food (they had not reordered during the week they were under the spell) so I offered my services as hunter. It would be more refreshing than a nap to be out again. I found them a stag and we all ate well that night. Gunther and I talked about Niccolo – we had not been able to recover his silver dagger. I had let him borrow mine for the time being, so Gunther and I decided to forge during Quinn’s recovery.

Folloch 15

I spent the day with Gunther singing and clanging over the fire. The dagger should be well made. Quinn woke today to tell us the lady was not a woman. Apparently she had turned into some gray skinned thing with big bulbous eyes before she stabbed him. The boy is understandably shaken, but I tried vainly again to comfort him by saying that shape changers are not all bad. My love would have chuckled at that. But the boy simply wants to forget and perhaps it is best.

Folloch 16

Agni has been studying Geldemar’s things. He found a ring that supposedly is how Geldemar managed to travel – it teleports. Agni was excited and sad – he needed the keyword. I asked if this word would be spoken aloud – he affirmed. I then tried to remember—I had teleported with Geldemar, but I could not remember what he had said. Agni’s frustration disappeared – he could use a spell to help me search my mind for the word.

I remember a deep peaceful sleep and the word “ragglestam”. I awoke to find that Agni had indeed vanished, but we could not find him anywhere. I only hope he can find his way back to us.

Folloch 18

Agni reappeared wearing furs. The ring had taken him to Geldemar’s tower. He mused that the mountain trip there would have been impossible. I looked at our companions and thought he may be right about them getting there. He had found Geldemar’s prophecy:

When the Wind Lord cometh From a world far away With him will come death, His dominion pain, hope to slay

Those who shall come to kill He that cannot be slain Shall number seven of strong will And these shall be his bane

The first shall come from the sea One of low repute, strong of heart New in faith, armed with love is she She shall pierce his hate, this is her part

The second shall hail from the dark A physic of brilliant mind A child of the Tribes is his mark He shall fall by his own kind

The third is a child of no past No future, but present, opposed to fate He is the key and can kill it at last Neither born of man nor mate

Come now is the man of stone A stalwart warrior of cunning arm He shall become as one with bone But his task will be to do harm

Step forward, child of Raifes A noble born, a king he shall be His world of mysteries, weak by his rages He shall fall by the Enemy’s decree

Cub of the bear stand forth Bring your strong arm, your body broken The weapon of light from the north She shall forge, to kill the enemy the token

The arm of strength comes to finish In his hand a sword, in his mind comes magic He is cloaked with lies, but granted his wish He will be loyal, but well he will pick

There’s more The rest??? 5826

So I am the cub of the bear. We each mused over our verses. Quinn was disturbed by his unknown heritage said in his. He swore up and down that his parents were his parents. But mine had not told me of my gifts and fate for some time – perhaps his hid the same. I should talk to him later. Agni was greatly concerned that he should have a kingdom and then lose it. We each fit. Even perhaps a verse for Alexander? There was a note at the end saying there was more. I wish we could find that…but “Fate shall reveal itself”. Roxanne was overly concerned with hers, although I must admit it is very fitting for her past occupation and her current one. The Manslayer must be a man. I wonder how much early priests question their gods. She seems to question hers often enough. I wonder if she is happy with her choice. She seems so filled with doubts. The evening was quiet after this. I spoke with Niccolo about his verse. I didn’t want to pry but surely he fit the one about the physic. I told him I just wanted to know if it could fit…any dark tribal secret he could keep. Perhaps I am naïve about secretes, but I just like to know those whom I travel with. If the knowing of it could help us or me none the secret it can remain. I did the same with Alexander. He is pleasant enough to speak with. He says I remind him of a female Armourer he knew in Koramia. I hope it was not a carnal relationship.

Folloch 19

We left for Zauberstaurm. I spoke some with Agni. He still seemed bothered by the loss of his kingdom. I told him that not all futures must remain the same. I had accepted mine long ago…to die in love…in passion. It is bittersweet and yet comforting.

Folloch 20

I have hunted for us and the trip is going well. We met up with and army of Valdaran this noon. 300 men passed us by. It took us some time to get the wagon back up the hill to the road, but I was able to catch a deer this day.

Folloch 21

The outside camping has ended and we reached an Inn. Most of the others, save Gunther, seemed happier to be sleeping inside. The Brandished Arms Inn is our home tonight. There is a dwarven smithy across the way that Gunther and I visited. It was pleasant just listening to their shop talk, but I remain just as proud of my heritage albeit impressed by theirs.

Folloch 22

Hunting still fares well. This evening we reached the small village of Bowshot. I will visit their temple tomorrow.

Game Three

March 9, 2002

Folloch 23, 10th year since foundation

We have arrived in Kreuzund. Although a river runs through it, it is much smaller than Eisennstaadt. I am somewhat curious if there are indeed larger towns than that of Eisennstaadt. As we approached we saw brightly colored tents adorning the skyline. These were the same circus tents that had once been the home of Morak and Quinn. Morak wanted to go in through a different gate due to horrible memories he had of the place. This somewhat surprised the boy. I guess he didn’t notice much of his friend there. Morak told us that they used to throw tomatoes at him during the freak show. I know that me and mine would not have done that…much less visited a freak show, but I wonder what my response would have been if I had stumbled across him in the wilderness. Surely I would have notched my arrow and asked questions later. Patience is an always practiced and never perfected skill I believe.

After passing the gate to the town under our now named master Agni ( his importance may rest solely on himself) we headed to the nearest adventurer’s inn. Agni made some declaration about fleas but the group mostly ignored it. Alexander seemed somewhat off put by the Drowning Cod. I was wondering why his countenance seemed so grim all of a sudden when Roxanne made the false assumption that he was put off by it being a whoring establishment. She seems to find joy in parading her former or perhaps current occupation in front of the group. I wonder what kind of response she wants to get from us – since she obviously hasn’t received it yet. We sat for a while eating.

A dusty man wearing over tarred black leather armour, thin blonde hair, and a brown cloak approached our table. He turned to Alexander and began speaking a language which Alexander later told us was his native Koramian speech. His father, it seemed, had come looking for him. In the process of looking he had blasphemed in our land by preaching too much. He was arrested for heresy by suggesting that their god was a king of gods. He had the unfortunate luck of making this proclamation in front of a noble in Adanar which could lead to execution. The armoured man was a employee of his fathers – a criminal that they were reforming. The man had run and by happenstance had run into Alexander – feeling guilty the man then told Alexander of his father’s fate. Alexander would leave us and travel to rescue his father. The group seemed content with this – I suppose they never really felt much loyalty towards Alexander. I tried to offer my help, but this was a road he chose to follow on his own. I was concerned in two ways. First by leaving Alexander alone with this criminal and second was this the reason Alexander had tensed when we entered the bar? Was there some other reason behind all this secrecy. I remembered how Niccolo had at first greatly mistrusted this Paladin, but now fully did so. Several actions like this struck me as odd. I committed myself to following the duo at least out of town. When they left I excused myself from the table to feed Mica. I followed them.

Shortly after I started the trek I noticed Morak doing the same and assumed Quinn wasn’t far behind..so I let them take the lead.

Alexander and his charge spoke only in Koramian. Alexander seemed quite stern with the man but that can hardly be unusual.. The only unusual thing was that I lost them outside the city over a hill. (Morak and I suppose Quinn did not follow once the track led outside. I checked with the guard and found that the gate would be closing soon.) It could have been that Alexander had the man join him on his horse and they simply increased their speed. I spent the night outside the city. In actuality I preferred it there. At least when I last saw him, Alexander was quite safe.

Folloch 24

I returned to the inn. I found that when one travels in a group it is expected to leave word where you are going. This is not in my nature so I will try to remember this. I briefed Gunther on what little I had found.

Quinn and Morak, however, had a much more advantageous night. The boy had been drinking too much and another had overheard him talk of Geldemar. Seems this person was a contact of Geldemar’s and had information to give us. Quinn was to meet him that night at the Rolling Turtle inn…alone. We all balked at this. The group discussed. Near the end I suggested that this man only knew what Morak and Quinn looked like and wouldn’t know that they were not alone if we happened to be there as well. At this point I noticed Quinn give Morak a look of --- what do we do now? It was a rather odd point for this kind of look. What kind of story where they covering or making. I would have to wait for the meeting tonight to find out.

The Rolling Turtle was not the best of establishments. Only sailors seemed to be there when we got there – each of us in groups coming by different routes at different times. Gunther, myself, and Niccolo in one and Agni and Roxanne in another. We all waited for the meeting. Perhaps it was the stale beer we drank, or perhaps it was the tension, but we had a good time without any consideration of our original reason for being at the pub. A very very young boy approached my group. He saw us as contacts who would hire him for some dungeon crawling adventure. He boasted some and talked with disdain of his old group he had left behind. When I think perhaps they had left this foolish child behind. He couldn’t have been much younger than me, but he viewed the world with the heart of a child who had read too many stories of glory and gold. He wore new cheaply made leather armour and called himself Hank the Black. I looked at my companions and saw wicked glee fill Niccolo’s eyes. He began to barter with the child. We sent him over to investigate our other party mates on some pretense that they were following us. If he were to discover who they were and why they came here he would receive our silver.

Hank the Black boldly marched over and began his pitiful attempts at subtly. I noticed Agni pass him something, and then Hank returned to us. He told us that Agni was a mage from Thet and had given him poison for him to give us. Bolstered by my companions mirth and some ale I informed him that this poison that he touched could already be affecting him. The only way to steep it was to find the first mud puddle and roll in it. Then he must away to a priest. I couldn’t help myself – the boy’s armour needed some good dirt on it. The boy left rather quickly through the back and our eyes bubbled with laughter. Niccolo had also told the boy to fetch the guard to arrest the Theshite mage. I admit I was a bit unnerved by this suggestion. The guards would come arrest Agni and then release him when they discovered his truth. Would this upset Agni or cause group unity. 7 men in armour did come and take Agni away. Niccolo called the wench Roxanne over. She actually seemed surprised to see me laughing. If she would only watch me closer she would have none there have been many smiles on my face since we all met. Quinn’s antics and Gunther’s fine smithing have warmed me. Several minutes passed in laughter when a scream interrupted our bonding. Hank the Black covered in mud re-entered the room and ran through it without pause and out the back. The evil Theshite mage was right on his heels. When the dastardly villain reached our table he joined in our laughter. I must admit to a pang of guilt as Hank left the pub. I would almost have had him join us if our trip was not so dire. So would a few of the others.

Eventually Quinn and Morak showed up. Instead of finding their own table they joined us. It seems their friend had found them outside and made the deal. This seemed quite fortuitous to me. Could this somehow be a prearranged story. Quinn seemed awfully lucky in towns. Or maybe this was just one of the circus folk – Geldemar had found them there. I still wonder over this – should I watch and wait or confront young Quinn. If he was older perhaps I would trust more to his own judgement, but I must admit feeling more protection towards him due to his age. In any case, this contact wants a place to send us information. Roxanne volunteers the Madame at the Rose—seeing as she is used to handling secrets and Roxanne trusts this lady who apparently raised her.

Folloch 25

Yesterday I was able to take down a moose which should last us for some time. I even remembered to stash it and show it to Niccolo before I dressed it for consumption.

A small mystery has been solved this day as well as a much older one. First the small one: We met 6 of Valdaran’s guards on the road today. We chatted a bit – found the road clear ahead of us. We told them of a small incident that happened to us down the road a ways yesterday. We were travelling when we heard a scream. We suspected bandits, but could not help but investigate. Roxanne stayed with the wagon while we all went off. Niccolo and Agni charged forward on their horses. The rest of us followed on foot. I don’t remember seeing Quinn in the woods – perhaps he is as stealthy as I am there. Niccolo saw something large with black fur and fired upon it. It took off running. I found its tracks and determined that it was larger than the moose I had taken. It was also moving fast. Eventually I was able to find its lay and saw that it was much larger that I had originally noticed. This was a massive beast. We found no evidence that would explain a scream for help – no blood no humanoid tracks. So we moved on. Although I would have liked to stay and lay in wait – I could not have possibly managed a beast that large by myself. The guards confirmed this. The beast was a Leucrotta. It was a dangers beast: looks like a badger head with red eyes and cloven feet. It can mimic the human voice and uses that as a lure. Apparently we were lucky that it ran in the opposite direction.

The older mystery involved my past. While on watch there was a rustle in the brush. A large man wearing a weather beaten clock stealthily approached us. He looked very much at home. He came to me and pointed at his chest and then at me. I must admit some slowness to this oblique signal. The man noticed my confusion and seemed on the point of retreat..when I finally saw that he pointed not at his chest but at his gray cloak. His gray cloak which was the same as mine. My cloak that the stranger had given to me at my birth. I also noticed that this man, named Kedric, wore a symbol of Sarpedon. He was a Rover!! This cloak I had worn since my younger years was one of their cloaks. I too quickly asked for explanation. He had an idea—I saw it…I saw it become clearer when I told him of my other birth gift – I showed him the key. He left promising further information when he checked on it. I expect to hear from him in about 20 years or so! Well I’ve been sitting on this mystery for 22 years now. I bet Paw knew all about the cloak when he first laid eyes on it. After all it was he who had told me about the Rovers and their secretiveness.

Folloch 26

We reached Billburg this afternoon with it very low and thick 2 concentric walls. I didn’t yet feel the need for civilization so I stayed outside that night. I was able to take down 4 deer this morning and would spend my time dressing the meat.

Folloch 27

The road bent north and near nightfall we reached the fairly large castle complex called Gefechstburg. It maintained three concentric walls. The frontier it seemed was nearing the end. 3 guards with fairly nice plate ushered us in and gave us rooms.

Before they left me at my room I asked if a priest of Sarpedon was available. They seemed to think he was too busy but I mentioned the Rovers. A short time later the priest came to my quarters. Again he looked at me expectantly. Perhaps they often scouted the area and reported to him. I explained my situation and was unable to offer advice except for that which I expected – patience.

Later that night a very tall and thin man in chainmail armour knocked on my door looking for a priest of Betshaba. I directing him towards Roxanne’s room and waited in the hall. His big satchel and wide rimmed hat swished expectantly as he knocked on her door. He wanted to give confession, but she told him she had not yet taken her vows. I wondered why she had not done so in the large towns we had visited, but I know little of the priesthood. She told him she was more than willing to talk, but he made his apologies. She pushed and found out that he traveled to Thet to make conversions. She wished him luck as he quickly walked away. He said he had been successful in tougher lands and I found this fairly remarkable until I remembered the sect of the Followers of St Cloidemer. They are fanatics and often convert by killing.

Giblean 1

We are at Zaubersturm. We even found a short cut which proved fortuitous. A siege by Thet will occur here in 4 days. We have 3 days to complete a quest the mind mages have given us.

We arrived here under the flourish of Agni’s tale telling to the sub-altern Algar Neff. They didn’t want us there…they didn’t need the extra mouths to feed but they would grant us shelter for the night. But due to Gunther’s lineage and not Agni’s we managed an audience with the Koneg Mage Steward William Mercer. He again said we had to leave before the siege. He sat in a small office surrounded by the symbols of Kratos and definitely had no time for our foolishness. Eventually Mercer looked up and his eyes locked with Morak’s. Seems that Morak was once his apprentice in the Order of the Sword. So Morak is the lines about arm of strength and mind of magic. Quinn was surprised to find this out as well. Theo was a small thing in a small town who saw him and feared him and began to chase him. They threw stones. He tried to run. Mercer found him and saved him and nursed him back to health. Mercer saw the aptitude for casting in him. As Theo grew in body his distaste for the order also grew. He didn’t like the way they handled things. He was good at defense but not so passionate about offense. I had noticed his squeamishness around animal parts and grew concerned about any future battles we may face. I had faced my first experience with death early in my life when Grellick had tried to rape me. In my fight there was not gray – only black and white. Grellick was evil and the decision to fight until I killed him came easily. Theo didn’t seem to have that same instinct? I felt for Theo – or should I call him Morak – which does he prefer? I had always heard of orcs and the horrible acts they committed but even I would not have been part of that mob – especially to a child. At least I believe I wouldn’t. It makes one look at the world differently now after hearing his story. I also cannot get the dichotomy of the strong man and the weak child out of my mind. I keep seeing it in a bit of stone I picked up along the road. In any case technically Theo can still cast – although he doesn’t have his books with him. Also – Theo needs only 15 minutes of sleep a night. That could be very useful.

We retired to the courtyard after our meal. Many of the soldiers were practicing there. We had heard from Mercer that they only wanted useful people here – we had not war experience. I asked Gunther if he wanted to spar. I had noticed that some of the guards were no better or worse than I with my weapons…for some reason I wanted to prove my worth.

An older man came over to Gunther while we practiced. He was the warden. During expansions of the castle they broke into part of catacombs that they had not had the time to properly explore. During the siege they did not have the time to explore and did not want to risk any outside entrances through them. He wanted us to explore it for him. It was 60 feet underground. We toyed with the idea of resting the night before we began, but that changed when he told us that they would seal the entrance in two days. Its all we have to explore it. We asked for what he knew. The castle has been here as long as recorded history. Over 600 years of it. We toyed with the idea of resting the night before we began, but that changed when he told us that siege would begin soon. If we came out after it began we would have to prove our worth or be thrown out of the castle in front of the opposing force. I queried the warden about whether the group would be proven or if it was an individual thing. He told me each would be judged on their merits. This concerned me. Niccolo and I could heal – and I could hunt and fight – along with Theo and Gunther and Quinn. Agni says he can fight and he can definitely cast. I worried about Roxanne’s usefulness to these men. I pulled Niccolo and Gunther aside and expressed this – they agreed. Perhaps sleeping with the men would add morale but I didn’t like the risk. We wondered if she could use a range weapon at all. She definitely didn’t look strong enough to heft a good sword or axe for that matter. We all decided to begin exploration that night. Gunther, Niccolo, and I decided we should be out before the siege started. Niccolo gave Roxanne his crossbow to use – turns out that is a weapon she has been trained in. I shook my head and kept my comments silent. Why would she not carry a weapon that her body type could use well???!! She astounds me. The group decided that I should cover the rear, with the rest of the fighters up front. I only hope that Micca will keep her breath in check. We begin our first adventure in a short hour from now.

Game Four

April 6, 2002

Giblean 1, 10th year since foundation

We tread on unstable ground this day. We reached the caverns at the end of an extensive catacomb section. Gunther tells us that the floors are limestone. From my experience that means unstable and crumbly. Gunther confirmed as such. Quinn as well as Niccolo have proved quite useful to our group. On the other side of it – I still worry about Roxanne. Why has she taken this journey. Is it some kind of sadistic journey proscribed by the priestesses of Betshaba? Betshaba is fickle, but not ignorant. Why then does this little child seem so out of place amongst us. It neither distresses nor comforts me. She seems so much the child in being able to take care of herself. Even though I am younger, I suppose, than she I would walk this world longer than she would from her home.

The boy Quinn, along with Niccolo, has proved himself quite able with the traps. He still seems somewhat risky, but perhaps that comes with his youth or his profession. He seems touchy that the others assumed he could find traps down here. I do not know why – perhaps he has the ways of a rogue about him and is sensitive about that discovery. He is young and jumps too much to his own defense. I will still watch him, but Roxanne I believe needs more attention. She has been mapping these twists and turns fairly well and has only had us back track a time or two to correct her mapping.

When we first entered these ancient limestone corridors we walked right between two traps. One corridor was covered entirely in webs, and the other held spikes at the end of it and slit in the floor and ceiling. Niccolo asked me to take Mica and burn away the webbing so we could go through there. Easy enough to clear it that way. Unfortunately, too late I noticed a depression in the floor amongst the webs. A blackish greenish fluid ran in it -- oil! In a moment a huge fireball leapt out at us from the murky pool. Mica and I had activated the easily disguised trap. I jumped in front of Mica to protect her hoping my armour would take the brunt of the flame. She growled angrily at me and only after the flames had subsided did I notice why. I think my dear cat may have some resistance to the element she breathes. She bore no marks from the flame..while some of my hair stuck out in curled black balls. Most of the others had made it clear save for Roxanne. Her clothes were aflame. I had not noticed that the girl had changed into some leather armour – and luckily for her it kept her from dying. And skillfully for the both of us Niccolo was able to heal our burns.

We headed down the passageway now that it was truly cleared. Eventually we came into a room, after Quinn and Niccolo bypassed a swinging scythe trap (good metal they have down here a sideways glance towards Gunther saw that we both wished we could set up a forge and take advantage of it), that contained a very large white marble statue of a Minotaur. I noticed many numerous tracks. They were small enough to be those of hobgoblins. But as we went out another passage and began to hear the striking of pick against stone Gunther remembered and old Dwarven legend. The Knockers were apparently creatures about the size of hobgoblins. They were used to keep younger dwarves in line…kind of a subterranean boogie man. If you come face to face with one of these little Knockers they will flee and proceed to cause the passage around you to collapse. They live to dig.

We all traveled on a bit with more urgency. I noticed that Gunther never looked up much any more. We kept hearing the clanging off and on. Niccolo and Quinn kept checking for and disarming traps. I kept following the tracks hoping to puzzle out where they led to. There were so many of them in the same passages we went down. Did they have secret tunnels they used to bypass the traps we had to activate to get by. Or did they know the secret way around them. Many of the tracks had been here for well over a century and some of them were only a few days old. They waned in some areas and were many in others. I couldn’t puzzle out the reasons.

We walked for hours. We found the remains of a skeleton in one corner. It just seemed to have collapsed there. Niccolo wrapped the remains and carried them with him. Should not our priestess of Betshaba be more concerned with the remains of the dead? He also took a very aged dagger. I queried Gunther as to how he would get all the age off of it. I had heard they had a special chemical agent that would do the trick and he confirmed it. Morak was again repelled by the specter of death. How could he be shocked by just a mere skeleton?

We continued our trek. We found a skull place din the middle of a small room. Again Niccolo claimed it. I noticed that it was packed not with mud but with the spore of animals. Strange? This maze seemed fake to me. Maze --- Of course the legend of the Minotaur in full scale! I waited to see if more oddness increased my theory.

It did – later we found a room with a male skeleton clasping the ring to a manhole. We pulled on it to see if it was some type of exit. I chiseled around it and while the others waited found that Metal rods supported the covering that was embedded in rock. A fake exit. I presented my theory of the Minotaur. They agreed, but we could not fathom for what reason it would be here. Even though we seemed assured that much had been placed here we still needed to complete the map. While heading out we heard the clanging of the Knockers followed by a collapse of tunnel. Dust and rumbled billowed into the room. I worried that our exit had been cut off, but when finally returned to the Minotaur statue room.

We made it back to the place where the spikes were. Quinn figured out the trap. He, well Theo after Quinn’s weight and might couldn’t activate it which seemed par for most of his trap wrecking, activated it by throwing a large stone through the passageway. After it passed the slit in the floor a whole section of the floor pivoted. It would throw any who walked on it downward. And then the oddest thing happened. The rock landed on the bottom of the floor that had pivoted. Some type of strange reverse gravity was in effect – magick We decided we needed something to wedge it. The limestone was too crumbly. It was then that I realized we could probably move the large Minotaur statue. I mentioned it and we drug the damnable heavy thing back to the trap. It worked the trap was wedged through group effort. I must say that after all the work it was gratifying to have us pull together like that – metaphorically and literally! Gunther then further strengthened it by wedging it with my pitons.

We were still unsure as to whether or not the other side would hold. Quinn decided to climb. I cautioned him that it was not very climbable. The limestone probably would not hold well and collapse in hands at a moments notice, but he went for it in any course. He fell at one point along his climb, but luckily or wedges and statue held. He only had a few scratches from the fall. We all crossed without further incident.

More walking revealed an alcove with a man bearing a strangely shaped beard. He was a statue with his hand outstretched almost as in warning. The corridor then proceeded to incline. Niccolo and Quinn checked it out, as I puzzled over some more tracks. WE then heard a rumbling and watched as a large boulder came rolling down the incline. Both Niccolo and Quinn were able to get out of the way. The boulder continued to roll down until it passed the man statue. Then a large flash filled the room and when my eyes readjusted the boulder had disappeared. More magick! We now rest. Only one more day until we must begin our return.

Giblean 2

More walking. It would be more pleasant if we were outside but the stonework and statues are at least interesting…as well as those damnable tracks.

We used some rope to get by another trap. A cage popped up from the floor when you stepped on a plate. Theo was able to bend the bars using a wet silk rope…damn if he isn’t strong.

More statues in another room…good work we are finding here. Wish I had more time to study them, but I don’t think Roxanne could handle that much depth in my character. She has already been confused by the fact that I possess a sense of humour. These three were on pedestals. If I had investigated them I may have fallen through the fake floor to a spike trap below. We had to walk over a barely visible safe passage over a bridge that seemed cracked by the recent collapse. That crack was worrisome to Gunther so that makes it worrisome to me. I really like Gunther and can see why Pops likes Dwarves so much. They are some comforting to be around. I think the two of us may become good friends along with Niccolo.

More walking and we reached more of the self lighting torches similar to the ones in the Mage’s catacombs. We found stairs. Niccolo and Quinn took some time to find them safe and we all headed down. More statues at the bottom. Kept help but say they transfixed me for a while. Some kind of black marble exquisitely carved. AS we approached they talked in some language I again had never heard. This seems to be a theme. We figured they probably wanted a password and both Niccolo and myself were able to notice when they began to count down. At the end of their count the twin females raised their swords and crossed them in front of the passageway cutting off entrance. We headed back up the stairs to see if they reset. They did. WE decided to fight our way through. Well Morak and I would. Quinn and Niccolo would tumble through and Gunther and Roxanne would go past under his shield. Quinn and Niccolo easily made it through, but this greatly annoyed the twin mistresses. They let out a peal of a scream – not only were they guardians but they were alarums as well. I went fully defensive just wanted to distract the sword from hitting my companions. Theo and I fought while the others passed unharmed. I heard a crash from his side. He had destroyed his. I changed my attack. I had not thought I could destroy magickal marble. I called Theo to mine and we fought. Even Gunther came back to get a piece of the remaining twin. Finally I was able to smash it with my Pop’s hammer.

It seemed now we were in a different place. The architecture changed and I saw little tracks here. We found an actual room with a fine desk of some kind of blackish wood. Niccolo flipped off the top of the desk and found an iron rod with a ruby gem (perhaps a ruby) embedded in a circle at the top. Along with it Niccolo found a large tome. Could the rod be the piece that we came looking for?

In another room we found more green metal, which turned out to be aged gold. We now carry much of it. A large mirror and a be with the shape of a man on it. Not many seconds after entering the man came to life. He was wrapped in cloth wearing a large greenish mask covering his face ( that too we kept as golden reward). We attacked together as a group for the first time. Quinn, Theo, Gunther, and Roxanne held back for a moment as the thing approached. Niccolo and I took advantage of instant combat – he from behind and Mica and I from the front. I was hitting it with all my strength but it didn’t seemed bothered by me. I didn’t pause and kept up my attack and was shortly joined by all save Roxanne. There was little in reality that she could do. Even Theo’s massive blows seemed to affect it only a little more than mine did. However its attacks were solid. The thing moved slow but the swelling I now feel on my face proves that it could’ve have killed us easily. However it seemed not as immune to Mica’s flames as it was to our metal. She, I believe, saved us. We may have been able to eventually pound it to death, but she kept some of us from dying. I myself could not have taken much more punishment. After the thing lay burnt on the ground is when the pilfering I had heard about so many times in my Pop’s place happened. The green was discovered to be gold. Niccolo tended my bruise, but was able to do little for it. Apparently something weird was left on my face from the things; fist. Niccolo cleaned it and looked at me so strangely I wonder if more scars will soon appear on what was left of my normal face.

Game Five

April 20, 2002

Giblean 2, 10th year since foundation

The exploration of this place continued. I managed to carve out a piece of this strange black wood to try and figure out what it could possibly be. It is strong but too brittle to make arrows out of it.

In another room we found more desks and a fairly well done tapestry of a winter scene. I noticed that it was definitely winter and not a frozen land, and Quinn is keeping a peacock feather we found in a desk.

We found another room near that…it held another desicated body. This mummy however did not attack us. Quinn proded it for a while until its head actually rolled off of its stone bed, but other than that it never moved. Gunther picked up the mask.

The queerest thing in this room was a skeleton lodged in the back of a cabinet. Triangular and circular shapes were carved into this woman’s skull. I asked Niccolo if the other markings on the skeleton showed any reason to the strange ones on its skull. All he cold discern was that it was female and showed signs of healing which means the carving could have been done while she still lived . Whether exploration or ritual or simply tortue we could not tell. Roxanne actually reached out to touch it in some kind of blessing – but it crumbled under her touch. I am repulsed by the fact that anyone could have done this on a living human. However it was good to see Roxanne attempting something more priestly in manner.

Agni rejoined us much later in the day. He found us outside of a largish room that bats and fungus had made their home in. Agni threw in a torch so we could try and see how high the ceiling was. This set off some purple mushrooms in the room. Gunther called them shriekers. They were often set in rooms to alert the owners on intrusions. Agni was unable to learn anything from the library, but he was able to tell us which of our found items were magickal. The ruby wand the crumbling scroll and the book Niccolo found are magickal…what they do Agni was characteristically vague. After some proding he divulged that the book could be either helpful or harmful to any one of us. He promised to identify it later but I wonder if it prooves useful to him whether he will ever share it. He believes that the wand is used for some kind of attack. In any case Agni threw the torch into the bat room and set off the shriekers. Roxanne, Niccolo, and Gunther charged in to kill them. I drew my bow and covered them in case whatever had put them there returned. They eventually hacked the shrikers to bits, but I noticed it did release some spores.

After the shriekers were destroyed Agni informed us that we had to hurry. The seige was now starting a day early. Niccolo began to explore the statue covered with moss in the center of the room. I went over to help him and he discovered a secret drawer which contained a small greenish coronet with an emerald set in it.

After searching the place for a while we stumbled into a room filled with skeletons. Niccolo and Quinn went ahead to search and I saw the skeletons actually come to life. I went in along with Theo to help defend our scouts. I managed to take out some of the skeletons along with the rest of the fighters. One skeleton managed to harm himself while attacking me. His arm fell of when he hit the ground instead of me. Agni actually ran from the room and Roxanne stayed safely in the hall. Normally this would not bother me but Quinn fell during the battle and instead of stepping in to pull him from the fray she stayed safely in the hall. Niccolo actually grabbed the boy in an amazing amount of dexterity and covered him while he managed to stabilize him. At the end of the battle the fighters had surrounded Niccolo and Quinn protecting them from the attacks of the skeletons. We were fighting together and defending our injured—We had clicked well. Niccolo continues to impress me. With hard wounds himself he first healed the rest of us before I convinced him we needed to tend to him. We now rest to help restore Quinn so that he can walk out of here. I worry for the boy still. He so wants to be a part of everything and I wonder if there is any caution in him.

35 hours have passed since we first enter the catacombs and found this subterranean place. We had to back track some more to fix the map. Eventually with found a room with a black obsidian ball mounted in the middle of it on a golden platform. We puzzled for a while and finally Gunther touched it. The room went black, my hands immediately grabbed for my weapons and then stars appeared covering the ceiling. It was almost as if we were standing in a starlit field on the top of the mountains. I recognized some constellations and realized that the cardinal directions were accurate, but without some kind of navigational ability I still could not place the area. This place had to be originally built here but why were there some many foreign paintings and objects. They must have been immensely wealthy or perhaps powerful people. When Gunther released his hold the room reverted back to normal. Roxanne fiddled with it for a moment and discovered out how it moved. It had a reseting mechanism. It was a refreshing sight to see this far underground but I still prefer the actual thing. Although the light may have been the same as the true night sky…there was no stir of air…no scent of freshnness lingered and no taste of pine or stone or dirt.

Further walking showed us a cloak room with remnants of dark blue cloaks and a bathing room complete with a good sized sunken oval tub.

It was in the bathing room that Niccolo first heard what sounded like the clinking of metal. After concentrating for a while I too heard the distant sound of metal which sounded to me like fighting and the rattling of armour. Were there others down here…had the Thesh tunneled in?

Niccolo, Mica and I took the lead. Quinn reluctantly stayed behind. If it was a combat I wanted him protected this time. We sneaked down the hallway heading towards the sounds which eventually ceased. We soon came to a door where we could hear a heated discussion. It was a male and a female voice embralled in some type of argument. I could not understand it, but it sounded vaguely Dwarven. I left Niccolo and Mica at the door and retreived Gunther. He came to listen but could not understand it more than I could. The talking stopped and someone began moving towards the door. Gunther and I stood in front ready to fight.

The door moved to a very strange creature. It was a dwarf – well it looked like a male dwarf who was emaciated and yet healthy. His skin however was the color a gray granite and his long beard was raggedly braided. What kind of dwarf was this? I glanced behind this creatures and saw their were a total of 7 of these false dwarves there. A tall woman stood behind them drapped in black leather armour with spikes attatched acroos the shoulder. She bore two swords with her along with some rather nasty dagger. Her helmet had two stylistic horns on it with a chainmail piece attached to cover her face. Behind them all was a large hole that had recently been carved into the wall. The gray dwarf approached and grew in size as he did. By the time he reached our front lines he was close to 7 feet tall. Niccolo came in with some speed and slashed at the dwarf. Ino one shot the dwarf had fallen at the entranceway. Again Niccolo had impressed me. I wish I could have remembered these feelings later in this day. We were now at a standoff. Both Gunther and I were willing to wait for them to come to us, but it appeared they had the same idea. We could not use any range for the moved to the sides of the door out of our range. In a few tense moments we waited. Suddenly I noticed movement near Gunther. The bastards had turned invisible! I had only just begun to think of using my eye to see if any unseen hazards were there. I shouted out warning and quickly activated my sight. Theo and I quickly dispatched the invisible guys attempts to harm Gunther. Roxanne stripped the two dead bodies and pilfered their monies. They were from Thesh. Gunther looked into the room; one of the dwarves had headed off down the tunnel.. The time for action was upon us. We charged into the room with Gunther and I in the lead. I looked to the sides and saw that the remaining dwarves were all invisible. I directed our group towards them – at least I was able to divert us from one trap. The battle raged briefly. Gunther was severely hurt but the bitch woman’s attack from the shadows. He laid at my feet bleeding. My only choice was to push forward so that Niccolo could get to him. If I had stopped only Theo would remain to fight. The odds did not look good then. I prayed that Baelthor would keep Gunther safe until Niccolo could reach him.

Niccolo did reach him, but instead of healing he called out to the woman in her native langauage. Niccolo was very intelligent so I didn’t find it odd that he knew their language. But the fighting stopped – she removed her helmet and as her beautiful red locks fell down the front of her armour she spoke Niccolo’s name with familiarity, warmth, and surprise. They knew each other! As Niccolo stepped towards her he dropped his healing kit at my feet. I knew what that meant and immediately used my meager talents to stabilize Gunther.

Meanwhile Niccolo and the Thesh left the room to have some kind of private meeting. Em,otions raged in me…but I waited to learn more before I acted. Gunther was hurt and our healer was busy negotiating something—yet I had learned to trust Niccolo and I had to leave it to him.

The two remaining dwarves looked like they faced similar emotions as I. Their hands still clenched their weapons as did Theo’s. Out hot breath added to the tension in the air. Niccolo and the woman returned together and not just in the sense of time. They walked over to the remaining dwares and destroyed them. I guess that was some kind of sign to us to show that the Thesh woman was now with us, but my mother’s stories of the murderous Thesh were ringing in my ears. I pushed them down so my mind could start unravelling what had just happened.

The woman’s name was Slavazia. She was a close relation of Niccolo. For some reason my mind jumped to sister but I have no proof of that…just instinct. Niccolo went on to tell us that the Fell King’s new advisor was the Manslayer. In fact it was the Manslayer that had sent her here to collect the piece that we searched for. Niccolo had told her of our mission including that the Manslayer could not be trusted. She now wants to find proof that the Manslayer is against her king. So she has joined us for a time. The gray dwarves we had fought were creatures brought her by Manslayer along with some kind of black elves. So other from Manslayer’s world have joined him. So now she comes with us to find proof for her king that the Manslayer will be against him soon as well. My mind reeled. Physical proof that a thing from another dimesion was here to conquer ours?? Niccolo and she must be really close for him to think that we actually have a quick possiblity of finding that. And when we didn’t find it what we should do the rest of us? So Niccolo was was Thesh. My mother would have already pulled her sword but I was more conflicted. It made no sense not to trust the Niccolo I had come to know merely due to his origin. He must have come to our country for a reason and I doubt that reason was treachery. So his tribe from the prohpecy is the Tranesc.

Niccolo managed to get Gunther walking, albeit barely, and we headed off. She was able to check for traps so eventually we found a room with another giant statue in it. This statues was a robed statue with its hands held out to its sides. Niccolo found another emerald coronet. I cleaned it and revealed copper underneath. We walked through more rooms. We found another statue this one of a woman with a intricately woven staff of a Zadechus of Abaris. A stone carnation was between her fingers on the staff and her robes bore the symbol of the goddess Abaris. Another emerald coronet, this one silver, was found.

Finally we approached a huge chamber that was 40 feet across and 70 feet north. Columns were placed every 5 feet in the center. The floor was intricately carved with various types of stones. This was mighty to see and yet Gunther had earlier told me it was not close to what dwarves could make. The statue we found here was of a man with a thick beard. He was over 30 feet tall. I noticed that each statue was made by a different carver. This mans body was very strong and in one hand he held to one side a very thich hammer and on the other was an anvil with a carnation on it. Obiviously some kind of relation to Abaris but of what kind I would not know until later. Inside his statue was the remains of a wooden coronet…only the emerald had survived. In a circular room beyond when the door was opened I hear some kind of static electrical charge. Inside a large creature which from the neck down had a cat’s body and the head up an eagle. It had a tawny rough hide a long tail with a fluffy end much like a lion. It had feathery wings and was massive. It could not fly in this room so they decided to fight from the hall. I do not know why they did try to lead it from the room and I do not know why they had Quinn go forward with Nicolo. It wasn’t our best strategy. They wanted to shoot at it from the hallway with their crossbows. I suppose they thought that since I used my axe and hammer more often that I had not learned much of my bow. They had no way of knowing that I had been using the bow since I was around 5 years of age and that my mother was the trainer for my town. I wondered if they thought I used my axe to hunt with. But I stayed behing with Gunther and waited with the rest of us. I pulled my bow and took Gunther the large statue of the man for cover. Things did not go well. I heard Quinn gasp. Theo tried to charge but took damage. I moved up and healed him and glanced down the hall. I saw no signs of Quinn. Worried and cursing myself for not being forceful about going down with them I aimed my bow down the hall. It would be a tricky shot aiming past Niccolo and now his sister who had entered the fray. I used a trick I had masterd long ago to aid me and my shot rang true. I had injured the beast. Salvaza Morwinyon rushed to the beast. In a blazing speed she puled her swords and struck it three times and it fell. She was the better fighter. This only served to add to my tense feelings about her. She could kill us is she wanted to.

Game Six

May 4, 2002

Giblean 8, 10th year since foundation

After a night with my beloved I returned to the group not refreshed but even more perplexed. My beloved and I had our usual argument about his refusal to allow me to join him in slaying werewolves. He is worried that I might become infected and then I am certain he would slay me. He doesn’t want to have to do that. Again I said the solution was simple..I should become like him. Again he refused. One day I will prove to him that I am worthy to travel with him. This is now I think part of why I now adventure with this group – to gain the experience I need to reach true happiness with my beloved. But now he has marred that. He suggested that he was not the settling down type. If we ever had kids he would certainly leave me, and if he thought I was serious in that way he would leave as well. I do not understand him sometimes. He walks between two worlds. Perhaps he just thinks he would not be a good father because his left. Or perhaps it is just merely the way of his kind. I might have to come to accept that, but at this time I cannot see accepting another love into my life. I am unsettled and must reach a shrine soon to gather my thoughts. At times it is hard to gather thoughts in this group, they are so…. Active.

They all decided to split up in our journey. Agni is already two days ahead of us. A rover may be following him according to my beloved…which he knew my cloak was a part of all the time.

Quinn and Theo are planning on staying in Eisennstaadt. Gunther is going to take the gray dwarf’s head to his king. The rest of us are staying in Fodder’s Notch. Can’t say that I actually agree with this splitting, but it will be good to see Pops again. Maybe he can help settle this feeling of emotional turmoil in me. I almost lost the trust of Niccolo. I apologized but I am unsure how it will leave us. His relation will be staying in his tower with him. I sense impatience within her. I do not know how long she will wait for him to help her find evidence.

Two days ago, we stumbled into a bandit’s ambush. I was having trouble with the wagon when I saw movement in the scrub ahead of us. We all dismounted, save for Salvazia (bravado or perhaps strong confidence runs strong in her I wonder why Niccolo rarely shows it), I was planning to scout ahead to see what laid wait for us, but the group decided that I shouldn’t. I wonder what they think I am? Do they not believe in my training as a ranger? Scouting in the woods is something that I have practiced most of my life to do. How do they think I track down game? Call to it and when it comes shoot it? I am not offended much, mostly curious as to how they perceive me. They have let Quinn and Niccolo go off numerous times alone. Mica and myself or imminently more apt to handle a situation turned sour physically. I suppose they do not know that my armour is padded preventing sound of movement.

In any event it was a bandit trap… the soiled green cloaked man that presented their demands…or rather taxes gave us that much information. Their taxes were all our possessions. At that moment I so wished that I was on higher ground with my bow strung hovering over the party ready to strike when danger presented itself, and it seems I wasn’t the only one. After some banter from our group we heard a familiar voice. Hank the black had joined the numbers of the bandits. He had found his new group, and he gained us escape from the ambush. Indeed I do not know what kind of fight it would’ve been for close to 30 men with longbows left the cover of the brush. Salvazia seemed disappointed at the loss of wealth we could have gained by fighting them. I do not think she knows the strength of who she travels with nor does I think she cares. Perhaps her country has so underestimated our country’s strength in their bragging and insults that it has become truth to her. We are weak and cannot possibly stand up to her training. A different part of me longed to see her surrounded by my mother and her army buddies. Then perhaps she might learn. But that is nothing more than the same as Salvazia believes. There must be equals on both sides of the battle lines -- weak and strong. Hank chatted for a few moments about learning to fletch (some of the basics but he needed improvement) and washing the others clothes. Perhaps it was the guilt of having toyed with him before or perhaps it was from gratitude for gaining our safe passage or perhaps it was a mixture of both, but I asked him to continue his journey with us. He was a very talkative addition to our group. That night I landed an eagle and tried to teach him the rudiments of fletching…from bird to bow. He was quite resistant but I stayed with him slowly showing him the best ways of how I had learned. I continued for the next few nights…but he seemed to think that he already knew how and saw no need for improvements so my lessons lessened in length. Roxanne spent the next few days chatting with him about anything and everything. At one point he expressed how the bandits had given him some arrows that shot around corners. He showed me some severely warped arrows and said that’s how he knew they could shoot around corners..they were curved. I tried to explain that this was impossible, but somehow only managed to convince them they were magickal. I thought of how I had believed that magick could not be broken, so I wagered he believed the same. I asked for one of his arrows and broke it hoping finally to prove to him that they were not magickal. This only made him mistrust me. I had broken one of his magick items now. Roxanne tried to soothe him but it took Niccolo to do the job. He began the same route I had took explaining how an arrow flies but eventually once again conned the young man. He told Hank that he could fix the magick in the arrows…that they were bent due to a lessening of the magick. Hank needed to rub moss from the stream on them that night and the magick would return. Niccolo then borrowed some arrows from me and replaced poor Hanks warped arrows. I hope in Fodder’s Notch we could find some kind group to take the boy on. Again I am faced with people my age only to feel so much older and more serious than them. I had always felt so young around Pops.

I continue to hunt and hopefully spark some learning in Hank. Roxanne continues to engage him…she actually told the boy to trust me that I knew what I was doing. I thank her for that but why must they talk like I am not there? Interesting…

Giblean 9

The deer I got a day ago must have been diseased. Only Niccolo, Quinn, and I are not sick. Gunther has it the worst. Niccolo thinks his is beyond simple food poisoning and is a parasitic infection. I know I checked the meat, but I obviously missed something. So now, thanks to me, our travelling is delayed. We will go to Billburg so that Gunther may rest.

Giblean 11

We’ve been in Billburg for a few days now. All have recovered save for Gunther. He still lies in his bed deathly sick. He will not die, although I am sure he feels like it. We were in the pub tonight eating when 4 dwarves approached us. I saw from their insignia that they were probably from the Schmeidhammer clan who are known for being good smiths. They were heralds from Kormac Goldenkrone. He had heard I was in town and wanted to speak to me and any companions I chose to bring. At first I was surprised that he knew I was in town, it is still hard for me to realize that as a group and as a person we tend to stick out in crowds. I really wanted to bring Gunther but I expressed he was too ill to accompany us. Roxanne had rejoined us from her flirtations by this time and eagerly sought to accompany us. I hoped that Niccolo would make it clear to Salvazia that she should stay here. I wasn’t sure about Theo’s reception and he volunteered to stay as well. So Roxanne, Niccolo, Quinn, and myself headed to the Urzog’s castle. We rode in a rather ostentatious carriage and were greeted by a rather ostentatious man. His name was Wilhem Rath. He was the chamberlain for Kormac. He is shaved bald and wears quite nicely made robes. He proceeded to question us about why we were here. I told him I did not know and that we had not been here before. He hemmed and hawed around our dress until it was made clear that yes we were indeed adventurers and no we weren’t offended by being called such. We were given quick lessons in etiquette which I hadn’t expected, but neither had I visited Kormac in his keep before. Our weapons were also taken although Quinn tried to hang on to his staff. I wonder what he feared here. Wilheim told us that Kormac prefers honesty and is a direct man. I grinned at that description it was so much like my own family. We should show him the respect due a ruler of the nation and address him by honorable sir. I am afraid to report here that I forgot that piece of etiquette. I felt so comfortable to see an old friend. At least that is one benefit of travelling with this odd grouping. I seem more comfortable around dwarves now.

Wilheim did ask for our group’s name. I suppose we must think of one soon. Quinn tried a joke by calling us his adventurers but the Chamberlain immediately told us that Kormac doesn’t grasp human humour and we shouldn’t attempt any there. It all seemed so formal..so unlike when I saw Kormac in the mountains. I have always talked to him with respect and treated him with the same, but I had never followed any set rules about it. Finally we were escorted to a large dwarven dining hall. With large tables laden with meats and mushrooms it smelled delicious. Again I wished that Gunther could have enjoyed it with us. At the largest table we were greeted by Kormac. He asked us to sit. I told him of our missing member and he said he would have liked to meet Gunther. He then furrowed his face and leaned close to me. He wished to speak of important matters and asked if I trusted my companions to hear it. I paused and considered. I had not as of yet decided if I trusted the group as a whole. Surely Gunther and Niccolo, Roxanne had done nothing to harm any trust between us, but I was unsure of her ability to control her tongue. I know it is her business to keep secrets but she just talks so much that something could easily fall out. Theo and Quinn had both lied to us recently…Did I trust them. I could feel some of their eyes on me, but I had to consider carefully. We had all survived the catacombs, we had worked together and none had perished. I could trust them, although I was glad that Agni was not here for I doubt I could have said the same for him.

Kormac continued. Geldemar was investigating something but he was not sure what it was . Geldemar had asked for information on anything unusual happening unusual in town and anything he heard from beyond. He agreed to help Geldemar the .dwarf friend. Geldemar did not explain everything as of why he felt a threat to the nation. Kormac didn’t have much to tell us but is concerned that the place to which he previously sent information.…the royal college in Eisennstaadt. He wanted a new place to send his information since we were carrying out Geldemar’s investigations. I immediately suggested my Pop’s place since the dwarves could easily work with him. Then Roxanne popped up and said the Rose could be a better place. I was immediately concerned. I did not know the dwarven feelings of whore houses and winced inwardly every time she mentioned that Geldemar visited it frequently. I believe she may have enjoyed that double entendre. When It came down to it Kormac had no problems with whore houses seeing as they were not illegal. The group had to decided. Everyone talked. I withdrew from the debate. I could not talk of the Rose since I had never been there. They eventually decided that having two places where information would be sent would be better than just one, so now I have roped my Pops into all of this.

With that decided Kormac brought up what I had told him the last time I had seen him. He wanted to know if the Malachite league had done anything untoward or illegal in our estimation. In all honestly I could say they had not. They were arrogant and could have considered us useless to the investigation, although I seriously doubt that they actually are conducting one. Kormac asked where we had been when he found we had been to the front he asked for news. Our answers were brief and uncommitted. I had to tell him about the Thesh army and the gray dwarves and black elves and Manslayer with the Fell king, but how could I do this without lying and without informing about Niccolo’s relation. At first I tried to be general but fell into I could not continue without breaking a word given. Kormac accepted this, but inside I just could not. Eventually I found a way to tell him all about it. I simply said at the battle with the gray dwarves and did not mention Salvazia. Kormac knew there was more, but I believe knew I told all that I could. When he heard about the gray dwarves and about weapons we had from them and about Gunther’s plan to present the head to his King he summoned a servant. He told the servant to check on the Physic that they had sent for Gunther and see if Gunther could be brought to us. They take care of their own so subtly and with fanfare…its…nice.

About a half hour later Gunther joined us looking only a little better. He and Kormac talked about the dwarves and examined the daggers. I learned here that Geldemar was a friend to the dwarves before they returned to the land of the sun. I missed the old mage even more. What direction he could have provided us. What contacts we could have checked into. And now his whole life, gone, contacts dangling with clues unresearched. How can we find his network. We had found two pieces in his network, how many more lay untapped?

Giblean 15

Two days ago Gunther was finally able to travel. I spent most of the time in the woods with Mica. Gunther has eaten nothing but hard tack since we left. I hope it is just a comfort for him right now and not a judgement on my skills. I have located some herbs to soothe the same symptoms in case I misjudge my meat again. By mid afternoon today we reached Kreuzund. We decided to keep going. As we were crossing the bridge the guard came out to stop us. He was awfully chatty, and asked the same questions over and over again. Where are you going? Where did you come from? When were you here last? How long will you be staying? It wasn’t the questions; it was the repetition that concerned me. I tried to edge the horses on past him but he kept talking. He tried to pass it off as boredom but he was leaving his post to follow us. Niccolo told me that he had seen the other guard leave on horseback when they first saw us and rode into town. Something was happening. We speed up. The guard jogged beside us. Quinn made up some ludicrous story about going to a cousin’s wedding and not being late. Finally the guard let up. As we neared the south gates Theo hear some clamber. Dust was coming up from where the wall curves. Several guards were quickly following us and movement appeared on the walls. We were getting ready to be arrested, again! I glanced at Niccolo and then at Salvazia. She could not be arrested. I sped up the wagon to cause some of our own dust and told her to meet us at the large oak tree by the bend in the river only 4 miles outside of the city. She took off. We gave her as much head start as we could, but finally I pulled the wagon across the rode to at least block their view of her as she retreated over the road. We were taken into town on a charge of murder. We were taken to a large building and put into separate cells – male – female. At least they didn’t seem to mind that Mica was with me. A half hour later 3 men joined us. One was dressed in Aridnus’ the god of justice robes. One of them was a dwarf. We were taken to a different room where they sat down and waited. Hank actually wet his pants at that moment. Before the stench could reach my nostrils the men began to speak. They described a grizzly murder. They had found the body 3 miles out of town near the corpse of a large war horse. The man had been slashed with a large two handed sword and a holy symbol to Vortumnas lay near him also slashed. It was Alexander’s friend and horse and symbol! Only one mile after I had lost track of them. Only one mile! The strangest part was the man’s face had been ripped off and the stab wound in both man and horse housed evidence of poison. Horses prints were found nearby by their trackers but the hoof prints had been scorched into the earth.. They found no sign of Alexander. AS we began talking the Captain Richert Brennan began sharing more. Seems we passed the priest’s test of honesty. This wasn’t the only murder of its kind in town. Hector, the man that was Quinn’s contact – or rather Geldemar’s old contact had also been killed. Also female mage from the iron band named Lorael had also been killed. The group jumped with alarm. They believed someone was following us. That someone was killing everyone we had contact with. I still fretted over Alexander. No sign of his body had been found. He wouldn’t leave his symbol behind we searched half of Eisennstadt last time it was taken. I questioned the Captain about patterns. Were there scorched tracks. No – both Hector and Lorael had been killed in town – she in an alley and he in a warehouse in the dock district. In any case we decided to leave. I agreed someone was out there and it was all too coincidental that only those we knew were hit. But we did not know the mage and had no contact with her. What was the pattern there? Could she have been a contact of Geldemar’s? He knew Hector as well as Alexander.

They wanted to move quickly. I expressed that the wagon just wouldn’t do. If we each had two rides we could cut our time by more than half. We could sell the wagon and drafts and by some riding horses. They eventually agreed although parting with the gems as trade seemed to be a moment of contention especially from Niccolo. But I asked if it was worth more than life and that seemed to spur them on. When we got to the stables an picked out the horses Quinn noticed that his gem was missing. How could the boy have lost something so large…or had someone taken it? And why?

Gunther pulled out the gold he had melted down from the catacombs and paid for the steeds and their food and gear. We headed out at a fast clip. We did however leave Hank the black behind. I hope he can find better employment and I hope the group is wrong about the murders being attached to us for we just left Hank unprotected. When we caught up with Salvazia and told her the news she was actually struck by it. There were the same kind of murders in Thet. So it could not have been connected to our direct contact. Maybe my theory of Geldemar’s network being destroyed is correct. But the group is not ready to hear that yet…they are too excited by the recent turn of events and would fight any solution other than the easiest at the moment.

Giblean 16

We reached the Inn of the Cross roads. We were going to pass it by and head straight to Eisennstaadt but I approached Niccolo about the possibility that someone here may have been murdered and we should probably check it out. He went in and returned with confirmation – the barkeep was dead in the same way about a week ago. We raced on to Eisennstaadt. We split up. I suppose by Quinn’s brusque attitude and concern on his face that he was worried for someone here. I can’t say that he didn’t intensify my concern – Pop could be considered a contact of Geldemar. And the damage pointed towards Fodder’s Notch.

Gunther and I went to talk to Olaf Goldenkrone the man we had worked with before. Niccolo, Salvazia and Roxanne were of to the auger woman, Gayla’s, house to check on her.

We learned from Olaf that yes there were the same murders here. We told him of Kreuzunds duplicate problems. A prostitute was killed two days ago. The murderer wasn’t following us…it was going back over our route. I worried for Gayla…she was also connected to Geldemar. Goldenkrone will send guards over there as well. Gunther and I headed out. We arrived at the house only to see a very large dead oak tree hovering over her house. It stood over a rather large hole in her house. We walked in to find out companions talking to a rather strange man? He was short and slimy and smelled of wet dirt. His name was Xorrin and he controlled the tree that was actually moving. It had made the hole in the house. Niccolo was doing a good job of stalling, so I waited the guards would arrive soon. Niccolo went off to the garden with the little man. The guards arrived. Then a priest of Baelthor. He detected the tree as magickal which put down the snickering I had received from the guards when I told them it could move. The last carriage arrived. It was from the Malachite order… Agador Winthrop in all his resplendent glory stepped down. He sniffed at me as I tried to tell him about the situation. He looked into a crystal ball…he couldn’t see her. He said that meant she was dead or in trouble. He ordered the guards to go in. Once again I warned about the tree. He didn’t seem to believe me until I told him the priest had seen it as magickal. He sent one of his own over to attack it. This tall man muttered something over his sword and charged in with it blazing fire. I threw some oil at its base which he immediately ignited. He and the guards then killed the tree but not without losing one of the guards lives. Niccolo resurfaced saying that the inside garden now looked like what he described could only be a swamp. I told them this could explain all the amphibian and reptile tracks I had found. Again another sniff from Agador. Patience calm --- where were you. With all the worry about my family and the tenseness of trying to save Gayla he was not helping my control. While the guards were attacking the tree. Xorrin had retreated to the garden. It took so long for the guards to win that who knows what had happened. We charge in with the guards. I found the tracks of both Xorrin and Gayla…the led to a new oak tree. Agador instructed the guards to cut it down. I warned that Gayla may be trapped and he instructed them to stop if they heard screaming. Finally it was cut down and nothing happened. Only the song of frogs. I asked Agador to scry again – okay it was more like an order --- damn my temper! Agador found her. She is in Thet--- she is with the Manslayer from Agador’s description. And then it happened again. Manslayer broke the rules of magick. He looked at Agador through his crystal. Agador could not believe it. If I had been calm I would’ve seen his fear faster. Would not have preyed on it like it did. But he was blaming it on us..and wanted to run back to his order and hide and not help. I blew – I yelled at him. He could not tell me my place only Baelthor could. If only I would have remembered my god I would not have lost control of my temper. It was awful, although I must admit an awful sense of glee seeing his indigence over a lower person standing up to him. My mother would have been proud but I certainly was not. He murmured something about me having made an enemy but I had succumbed to another emotion – regret. I tried to tell him I only wanted to help him…to save him…but he was beyond listening and who could blame him. I was so worried about my own family and about losing Gayla that I lost my focus and lost my ability to concentrate and solve problems not create them. I walked off to find the priest.

Game Seven

May 18, 2002

Giblean 16, 10th year since foundation

I spent a long time this night talking to _______________ the priest of Baelthor. I talked and talked about everything. Mostly about blowing up at Agador but also about the reasons why. My beloved will leave me…does he not know himself or do I need to look for one who can settle. Do I even want that at some point in time. Am I dwelling on it too much. It was a good talk and one I shall continue with my Pop when we reach Fodder’s Notch. I most of the evening in thought and prayer to Mulciber and to Baelthor for the priest.

Finally I reached the Inn of the Flying Stag only to learn that Theo and Quinn will be staying here for another mysterious reason. People have cause to maintain secrets. I even have my own. Gunther has left to return to his king. The prostitute that Roxanne knew in town was not the one murdered but she was very helpful in my theory. Seems Adelaie knew the girl that was murdered Giselle. Giselle liked the rough type of customer. Probably got the rough information from them and Geldemar did visit her – a regular customer she called him. We are staying the night and heading out in the morning. I only have a slight twinge of fear for my family. They could be considered loose contacts of Geldemar through me but definitely not part of his information circle – excepting who knows with my tight lipped family. I left the group to head out to sleep under the stars, but before I did I arranged somewhat loosely with Olaf Goldenkrone to send word to Kormac that his life may be endangered. Kormac was definitely a solid contact of Geldemar’s. I will also wait to see if any messengers of his show up at Pop’s and send word back to him that way.

Giblean 18

By mid-afternoon we reached Futterscharte. Roxanne rushed to the rose and after a time came back out and invited us in. She had received a letter from Hector the man we once thought dead by the murderer.

Someone trid to gost me, but got Charlie instead. Thay skinnd his face. The Steel think its me. Keepint it that way. Triing to find out hoo. Same guy likely killed a unknon man outside of ton and Lurayl, a Director here in town. Same methud. Lurayl wus on the outs with her Gild, but not sure why. If I had to gess that G. hand contacted aneeone else in town, itd likely be her. Not sure about G. connecion to unkon man. Is someone triing to off his peeple? Look closely to that group yer with. Pretty big coenscidense.

H.

So Hector managed to escape the fate of the others. If the letter is true, for Niccolo doubted the veracity and we sent a message to Kereund to see how they determined the corpse was indeed Hector. Although we may have a lead to follow up on after our rest. We could go to Lurayl’s guild and find out why she was on the outs with them. It could lead to something .. Perhaps even an unknown contact of Geldemar’s.

We were talking when all of a sudden Agni came walking down the stairs. Roxanne seemed surprised at this which may mean she is not as privy to the secrets of the Rose as she thought..or perhaps money can buy off long loyalties here. Or she could have been lying. They wouldn’t let him back into the catacombs when he left to get help…can’t blame him for that. We retired for a few moments to his room to fill him in on what he missed. And he filled us in on his news. He is now supposedly the crowned Prince of Eerideia. He is no longer expelled from his school due to his new stature and Agador is no longer a problem for him. Strange how titles unearned can grant such freedoms. His father is somehow embroiled in a bid to become king. He then talked about politics briefly with me. I said I wasn’t involved in it much. He pointed out that we were at he beginning of the recent fight with Thet. I clarified by saying I wasn’t a politician. He then summed it up by saying of course..too many chiefs not enough savages makes a bad mix. How much he is like Agador in arrogance and pride and how little he understands the common man. I suppose we are just servants and tools and guards to him. No matter..I know my worth most of the time. Salvazia was mostly silent during the conversation and nothing was explained about her except that she was a new companion. We told Agni of our plans to rest and train for some. I planned on making a suit of armour but saw no need to explain. Perhaps I should open up more to them, but it is so foreign to me. Then the talk of the gems and crowns to be sold. Eventually it was agreed that Agni would take them to Eisennstaadt to sell them for us. He would of course receive a cut of the money. Perhaps I could buy some new smithing tools or more molds and definitely some more metal. All could be useful. Then he basically ordered Roxanne to go with them. Salvazia then started to look angry and grunted a bit. She was not talking much. Later when I traveled with her and Niccolo back to his tower she explained. She hated Agni for making her hate him for the way he treated Roxanne. She hated this so much for she hated Roxanne’s weak nature. Very interesting. She is a strong woman so of course she is insulted by someone she sees as weak. I wonder how weak I appear in her eyes..

Niccolo approached me during this conversation and asked if I could help him with some training. He wants to learn more about the ways of a ranger. I told him that my Pop would make a better trainer than I and assured him that my Pop would have no troubles doing this. So I head back home to the mountains. I intend on trying my hand at some armour. Perhaps a breast plate. If I have time I may experiment with different types of barding for Mica.

Giblean 19

Talked with Pops some about my beloved. He basically had the same advice. I have to decide and consider the possibility that my beloved may not be my life mate. I will think about it, but it is hard to think about love.

Giblean 20

Niccolo arrived today to start his training. I had caught Pop up on the Salvazia situation. Seems he knew all along that Niccolo was from Thet. He assumed that everyone else knew as well. He will train Niccolo and it seems they are getting along well.

Betasha 5

My breast plate is finally complete. I must say I did a pretty decent job. Pop says part of it is a little crooked, but to try and fix it would not be a good decision at this point. The etchings I saw in it look well I believe. I did notice that Salvazia had been busy the last several weeks riding through the mountainside sometimes disappearing for days. I wonder is she found the secret pass for the Thet army she was probably looking for?

Betasha 6

I returned to my parents house in town. Niccolo only has a few more days of training to complete and then he will be back in town. I ran into Roxanne in the streets this morning. I tried to have a conversation with her. I told her of Niccolo’s training., She seems very anxious to get out of town and back to the adventuring. I explained that I have never kept track of time and apologized for my tardiness. I even commented on the weather. Maybe I should take lessons from Kormac in small talk. In either case it was neither a pleasant nor unpleasant conversation. She is anxious to get moving – I am patient. Geldemar didn’t seem anxious about speed but that was before he was murdered. Perhaps he was unaware of the enemy’s closeness. She we be hasty or wait and gain the experiences we need to defeat him. I still err on the side of caution.

Betasha 7

My spirit is over run with tumultuous emotions. It has been a very long day. Niccolo arrived back in town today. He still needed a few weeks to prepare for our next journey. We were talking about plans and contacting the others. We still had to wait for Theo and Quinn to arrive. No one had gotten any word from them. As we were talking Agni teleported into my parents house. When he recovered from the teleportation Niccolo stood up and hit Agni with the back of his hand. I was quite amazed, at first I taught Niccolo was insulted that Agni had literally popped in unannounced, but I couldn’t see him taking that to violence. I only wish that is what it could have been all about. But it was not. My dreams tonight surely will be filled with long ago nightmares.

Agni tried to rape a woman that was staying in Niccolo’s tower. I have talked and talked and talked about it all night. Once I would have laughed and said my conversation quota for the year was used up, but this situation is dire. Agni may die in the next few days. I thought my loss of temper with Agador was dreadful but perhaps Baelthor was helping me then for if I had not had that explosion I may have the blood of Agni on my axe. This woman, Simone, was to Agni’s mind a patient of Niccolo’s. Agni went to the tower to find Niccolo, although he knew we were both at my grandfather’s cabin. He spent at least two days if not more trying to seduce this woman with all his mortal means – candlelight dinner was mentioned by Agni. Then after knowing the woman showed no interest in sleeping with him he cast some kind of charm spell called Jarball’s instant attraction.. Long discussion was held over the way this spell affect people. It makes them your friend. Agni claims you would not do what you wouldn’t do before, but effectively as I see it, as my mother sees it, as Niccolo sees it, as Roxanne sees it as the priest of Baelthor sees it Agni tried to rape her. I’ve talked and counseled with many. I did not want to lose my temper. My emotions still rage within me. How could I travel with a man no better than Grellick. Surely Grellick was a least more honest about it…he knew what he was doing. Agni is hiding behind complete ignorance of common decency. At one point I thought I had cracked through his mask. I asked if he would have done this to a noble woman. His first and I think most honest answer was no.. I wouldn’t want to face the consequences, but he quickly backpedaled and try to subvert this answer. I do not trust him or like him or truly want much to do with him any more – unless he repents and makes penance and sees his error. Right now he covers with his usual arrogance and regard for us savages. What he doesn’t know is that the woman he tried to rape, Simone, is an assassin. A trained killer. I know this because I went to Niccolo after I found out the legal ramifications of Agni’s act. I wanted to make sure it was just my judgement alone. My mother and the Priest of Baelthor ___________________ confirmed this. Agni had broken the law – his punishment would be at the hands of the follower’s of Betshaba. If found guilty his penis would be cut off and the wound magickally healed over so that it could not be regenerated. I went to Niccolo the give the lady a chance to press charges. Niccolo had warned Agni that the women had friends that were going to kill him unless Agni paid 350 gold to call of the hit. I spoke to the woman telling her that I knew exactly how she felt…explaining to her my own story of rape. I tried to convince her in every way I could that killing him would lead her down a similar dark path. That the law could take care of it. It took me years to reconcile my attack and to trust love again. I did not want the same to happen to her. So there I was talking about feelings baring myself in front of Niccolo as well, and she stood there. That’s when she revealed that she was going to kill him, again I implored her not to do that. I even offered to pay by selling my newly made armour – not to protect Agni as I explained but to protect her. That’s when she told me she was an assassin. Niccolo piped in that the law would draw unwanted attention to Salvazia and he was going to remain neutral in the matter neither helping Simone nor Agni. So Agni may die – and what should I do? There is a grand part of me that knows he deserves it – especially considering he shows no understanding of what he did. When we were at my parents house he apologized to Niccolo for disturbing his house and that was all!! When Niccolo left my house he then told me he had taken care of Agador for me. Agador swooned over him now that he was a prince. Agni spoke in such a way to make my skin crawl. He said he protected his people he said I should be thankful. I did thank him but said that it wasn’t necessary that he did so. Inside I screamed. He wasn’t being generous. Generous is taking care of the situation and not announcing it to get kudos and applause. He even tried to get me more by saying in a sick whisper that Agador had plans to get my parents. I told him then the law would handle it—he scoffed returning to his arrogance that no regent had been put to law and would not be now. I reminded him that they had not been under the rule of dwarves for very long. This stopped his arrogance a bit and he left.

His actions are despicable and his ignorance of why makes it worse. How can we ever trust him again. After I left Niccolo’s I spoke with Roxanne at the Rose. She seemed made stronger by her vow which is good. I went to her for I knew she had a different bond with Agni and I think she considered him friend. I tried to make it clear that his not knowing why it was bad made no sense. I used Niccolo’s words – he grew up in a noble house in Thet and knew it was wrong. Niccolo grew up in a noble house that worshiped Betshaba and did not. We talked and an idea hit me that Agni must have been scrying on Niccolo and myself to know where we were, perhaps he even scryed now. Roxanne is going to talk to him and hopefully convince him for his soul’s sake that he is wrong and convince him to pay the money. I’m sure he will use the party gold to do so but that problem we can manage. It is late now and I will pray. I will pray to Mulciber and Baelthor and to the lady Betshaba that he sees his horrible crime. Good luck to you Agni for if this error repeats and if Simone is unable to take her revenge I will take it for her.

Game Eight

June 1, 2002

Mudens 12, 10th year since foundation

We have all finished our training, and I myself have managed to learn to teamster. We were all set to meet at the Rose. The only of us missing was Agni. I cannot say that I was saddened by his absence. Hopefully he is working through personal daemons, as perhaps so am I. Others were able to learn that there is a place where psychics still exist. Some place called Lundorac. Perhaps it is there we will be eventually. Seems that is the only useful place for the crown we found. As we began our discussion Quinn suggested we move to Niccolo’s tower. He didn’t trust the Rose’s ears. Roxanne seemed somewhat insulted by this. Perhaps it is her tumultuous side that drew her to Betshaba. In one moment she brags about all of the secrets they learn at the Rose and in the next talking about how well they are at keeping them. Why would she have been trained to discover secrets if nothing was ever done with them? Curious.

At Niccolo’s tower Gunther caught us up on his journeys. He has now become of member of the Order of the Sword. That should be useful since our magic user may not return to us. Gunther also told me that the Koneg sent his best to my Pops. My Pops is honored among his people. That old man I believe will enjoy hearing of this – he so loves when I find out on my own about his life. I guess I am much like him. I did never ask him if he had a personal relationship with the king. The Koneg also suggested that we try to find any of Geldemar’s relatives. I don’t know how useful this will be considering how old and magickally kept Geldemar seemed to be, but perhaps. Gunther’s magick should be quite useful along with Theo’s . Agni may or may not return to us. We explained to Gunther, Quinn, and Theo Agni’s crime. They reacted much as we did – with disapproval. I was pleased with Quinn’s reaction. I was unsure what he would think of it. The group talked and we are all unsure if Agni should remain with us. The only way I can envision it is if he repents. Gunther supports retrieving our items and asking him to leave us.

We received a message from the Rose. It was from Madame Lisa. Roxanne thanked the messenger Robert and proceeded to read it. It was from Hector.

This may be nothing, but G. sed eiven the smalest thing cud be iporent. Bramlbarrie wine is (imper import) brought to isinstat frem town in Hartland called Wayfayr. Merchents hier say that Wayfayr has ben hit by a (plag) playg and the prise of wine has gone up. May be nothing Might not Big Bad want to ewes Hartland to ateck othur (cen kont) places?

Any way not much else. Still don’t know who tried to kill me.

H.

So we have a destination now. We will head off to the Hartland. First we will stop in Eisennstaadt to sell some of the gold Gunther has. Agni still possesses the groups money and somehow I doubt if we will see it again. The others went off to gather their things and Gunther Roxanne and I were left alone. An hour passed while we debated religion. Perhaps she felt cornered by two who believe in similar morality. Both Gunther and I tried to impress upon her that we did not condemn her or anyone their path – just we can disagree with it. It started over her prostituting herself. I don’t think neither Gunther or myself have the morality to understand this act. She sees it as similar to our selling our weapons and armour we create. I just cannot connect the two of those at all. From their it went into our religions. She actually said that Baelthor didn’t care about evil. Perhaps she has not yet studied where Baelthor chose to build his hall. Shortly Niccolo returned , Gunther and Roxanne headed off. I spoke with Niccolo about telling Gunther the whole truth about Simone. He doesn’t want to. I get rather distant feelings from Niccolo recently . My hand feel tied. I cannot, it seems, repair the damage done in the caverns about Salmarisa. She is winning this battle. I only hope my Pops through their training was able to make some ground in that arena. In any case Niccolo doesn’t want the truth spoken to Gunther he only sees conflict coming out of it. But I do not wish to harm my relationship with Gunther…

Mudens 13

We reached Eisennstadt this night and headed to the Flying Stagg. The whore Adelai served us. Niccolo took her aside for a bit. I hope he was able to help her. They are short on Brambleberry wine here.

Mudens 14

Today we sold the horses and repurchased a wagon and draft horses. Quinn did well at the haggling. I advised him on the worth and value of what we had and what we should be asked to pay. I took the horses back to the Inn while they went to the Malachite Order to check on Agni. Niccolo wants his share of the money to buy some items from my Pops. I spent the day with the horses getting to know them and doing some carving.

Around midday I saw Roxanne being arrested outside of the Inn. I caught up to her and most of the group. She was being arrested for treason. She thinks it is because she sold one of the daggers from the gray dwarves. We all accompanied her. I tried to learn some more information from the cell guards but they didn’t know more than we did. Eventually she was escorted into a chamber with a large table. At the table 5 men sat with iron bands around their heads dressed in robes bearing the symbol of the guard on it. Another man was dressed in clothes bearing the same symbol but he was stationed standing next to the table. They would not give her the details of the charge but proceeded to ask where she was born… had she had contact with citizens of foreign countries. She kept asking about her charges but they would not tell her saying they need to ask some questions first to make sure their magicks were working. I suppose they used something similar to what Agador had used at the Order. Come to think of it I never did find out what happened at the order. When these mages asked if she new others from other countries she hesitated and I thought for sure Niccolo’s cover was gone. But she managed to pass it off to people she had met at the Rose. Then they began to ask for the nationalities of those people. Luckily for Niccolo, Roxanne has slept with a great degree of varied people. They listened for a bit and focused in on one country – Nadara. Having found nothing from her they let her go. They said that one of their informants had seen something to implicate her. Due to secrecy among informants they could not tell us what. I found this disturbing. Was Manslayer attacking us through our own laws. Had someone recognized Salmarisa? But Nadara wasn’t in Thet. Roxanne and Gunther went off to some mage to sell our goods. I excused myself from the group and checked to see if the Herzog was in town. He said it would take him a day to find out what he could. I also told him that I no longer trusted Agni.

Roxanne and Gunther returned later that day with a deal. The mage would give us a bag of holding (a magickal device that can carry any amount of things) as long as we would come to him first with any relics we found in the future. I again asked if we would have money for Niccolo’s things. It was agreed we would. Roxanne and Gunther returned. They managed an extra 100 silver for our promise to sell to him. This mage seems quite generous. I would like to meet him one day. Perhaps on our next trip. There is a warning about the bag. WE shouldn’t get it near anything planar of type. I wonder if Manslayer counts? So now we have a place to sell adventuring items and Niccolo has money to buy his armour and weapons.

I told the group I needed to wait for a day. At first they were going to leave without me. I thought this odd since they were going to my Pop’s place, but eventually they waited.

Mudens 15

Fairly early in the morning a dwarf came to the bar and called me to a meeting with the Herzog. He found out nothing new. He cannot be told or tell me due to security. I nodded my head in understanding and thanked him for his efforts before I left.

We now head to Pop’s. However 2-3 hours into the trip Quinn stops us and needs to chat. He knows some people in Eisennstaadt Some of the ones he knows are in the information business. I wondered if they were whores as well. These people it seems are in the business of pointing out the Nadaran spies. The Nadarans sell anything to anyone. Quinn knows why Roxanne was arrested, because that is what is what Quinn told him. Quinn thought Roxanne was a spy. He had received information from an impeccable source that the Rose is hosting Nadaran spies. He believes the informant. While he did not think she was capable of taking on information. It is believed information passed through the Rose could have been responsible for the murders. The person he spoke to took things a little further than expected. He starts apologizing to Roxanne…for any harm or embarrassment. At this point he couldn’t take any chances. Roxanne was incredibly upset she says that he is basically accusing her family of being spies. For once, I understood her emotions. Mine would be similar if my family was accused. Quinn again says it is very reliable information. He thinks it is important that she not report any of this to the Rose. He doesn’t want it to escalate. I had to shake my head at this. Noting the strain of emotions on Roxanne’s face I knew exactly where she was headed. She was going to ask them. If this information was correct then her life may be in danger. Roxanne talked some to show the honesty of the Rose. She mentioned Cane Brannock that she only knows the name. Then she is questioned quite closely by Quinn and Theo about him. Then she refuses to answer questions. Her emotions began to boil and bubble again. Theo tried to get Quinn to tell her what they knew about Cane. She offers that she was told to go to Cane if she needed help. Lots of heavy silence followed. Quinn says that Cane is even more untrustworthy than he is. Roxanne counters that she was told the help would come with a price and not to trust him with her life. Quinn --he’s not worth the price.

Then Quinn offers some more secrets of his. He was created by Tam….memories back 11 years. He is only 5 years old. He and Theo think that if we find Tam we may find answers for our quest as well as for him. Roxanne galloped away from us on her horse and headed to the water. She yelled at us to leave her. Of course this was foolish. She could not defend herself if something happened, but she was working on emotions and often that led to foolishness so I pulled the wagon off to the side to wait her return. If this made her angry it made her angry nothing could be done to prevent that, especially in Roxanne.

The group discussed and discussed. Niccolo thinks she would be rational and not got to the Rose and thought we could convince her not to go. I didn’t say much, just that I understood her emotion –I would be as upset if my family was suspect. At that point I learned how much the group trusted my family. They believe they are above reproach due to the military aspects and the fact Pops is a hermit. Strange I wonder if they feel the same for me. Or perhaps they think I am too naïve. I tried to point out to Quinn and Theo that I had known they lied to us on several occasions. I hope that gave them some pause as to my naivete. Just because I don’t particularly enjoy lying doesn’t mean I can’t recognize it or do it. I got quite overwhelmed at one point with the total of group secrets. How can we build trust with all of it running around. Theo suggested that even I had secrets. I countered that I did not—he mentioned the cloak and key. I told him all I knew and he was disappointed there wasn’t more than he already knew. These people are used to dealing with all this social lying as I am not. I did however tell them that I was as I presented myself a ranger, weaponsmith, oh and I had a boyfriend in case that was too secretive for them. Theo seemed astonished at this. Wow – am I that plain looking that a half-orc would think me strange to have a lover? I wonder if I should adapt to their way of secrets? It seems to suit them all well. Or should I keep watching? I must tell Gunther about Simone. At least the two of us can be truthful with one another. In any event Roxanne returned and took off in front of us headed back to Futterscharte.

We followed her. She goes to temple. We parked outside to wait. Niccolo went to his tower to take care of some more business. He is not very impressed with us and seems tired of dealing with all the mess. Roxanne stays inside. Guards show up to ask us to move. Niccolo returns and checks inside for her. He goes in the temple and leaves a message for her to find us. He returns to his tower. The rest of us crashed at my parents home. My mother answered the door wearing the grin of alcohol on her face. Some old war buddies of hers passed on the floor. We drank the remainder of her whiskey and settled in for the night.

Muldens 16

Gunther and I find Roxanne after morning prayers. He spoke to her for a bit trying to stop her. She steadfastly refused to listen. She even asked me if I would physically stop her from going. She REALLY doesn’t know me at all!! How insulting. Her emotions make her bitter to taste.

She walked off to the Rose and we waited. 30 minutes later she comes back out. Niccolo had joined us by this time. She looks saddened and is unusually quiet. She learned somesthing – I am guessing that the information Quinn learned is true. She is hurting. I wondered why she didn’t go to temple then.

We arrived at Pops. I make dinner. He told me that my beloved ___________________ had been by so I head off to see if he was in his cave. Nothing there so I returned to Pops.

Game Nine

June 15, 2002

Mudens 21, 10th year since foundation

We’ve been travelling for some time. 3 merchant wagons approached us on the road. They were heavily guarded and carried weapons with them. They were originally from Stormskhoten but were on their way back from Kreuzund. Their merchant symbol is a green field with a yellow circle on it and a red wagon in the middle of that circle. The guards, 6 in number, were wearing chainmail. The merchants were the Galaran Trading Coster. They were selling weapons. I know this amount of detail because I was paying particular attention to the merchant band. For at this moment in our journey Agni chose to return, and if I hadn’t focused my mind on the traders I would have had a harder time controlling the anger inside of me. It was a good exercise in control I will have to admit. Perhaps this is Baelthor’s test for me. In any case, he has been off raising money for his father’s revolution. He spoke briefly with us and then mentioned a horse for him, no one answered so he hopped on the wagon. No one asked him about the money. No one spoke of his crime, Roxanne chatted blithely away perhaps filling space or perhaps easing tensions. I counted all the rocks I could identify in the road. We camped by the river. Almost immediately Agni drug Roxanne off to the river side to talk. Quinn and Niccolo headed off after them by the way the two of the boys were moving I knew they wanted secrecy.

Moments latter I heard Roxanne’s voice sounding alarm that something was out there. I figured it was the boys but couldn’t be sure so I followed after Salvazia who had already started out. As I emerged into their clearing Agni was already pissed and indignant. The boys stood near. He was indignant that they would listen to his private conversations. He was actually indignant! I calmed myself with the fact that even criminals do not lose all their rights. Salvazia tried to take the blame saying that it was her. Surprising that but I suppose she didn’t want any friction for her brother. I believe she is pushing him to be leader as much as I am. I explained to Roxanne at least that I came because I heard her alarum. That was when Agni thanked him. I told him that I wasn’t concerned for him just Roxanne. I am sure he got the point. We left them to their private talk. A long talk ensued back at camp about the rape. Now it seems that most of the group is trying to remain neutral. I wonder why they no longer feel that Agni should leave. Is it his magick? We have two other mages now. Why have they so drastically changed their positions. Or is it that only I and Gunther were so adamant before? Did I push my belief on them and with time their agreement has ebbed? I decided to watch them some more.

Agni and Roxanne came back and were willing to answer any questions about their conversation. I had no care to find out and neither did anyone else. He proclaimed that he had taken care of his problem. Now he has an upcoming baptism. He has “devoted” himself to Betshaba. He kept calling it a problem and no one pushed so I asked no informed him that it was rape and queried him how he fixed it. He had paid the girl off, and he realized that we were outraged at his behavior of trying to seduce Layla. Seduce her!!!!!! I could not let that pass. I told him that it was raped and he said that he GUESSED he should call it rape at least until he was baptized and all sins forgiven. That BASTARD!! How completely arrogant of him! He GUESSES he should call it rape. He has no penance in him. He is playing with Roxanne for all it is worth. He is now using Betshaba to justify getting out of his crime of rape. I can’t believe Roxanne is going along with this. Yes, she is a newly made priest but didn’t they stress this with her. I mean Betshaba was raped by Daigon! After his little speech I simply and clearly informed him of my opinion. I don’t believe he is sincere. I don’t think he is genuine and I don’t want him in our group. He mentioned that the prophecy said he must stay. Well prophecy be damned. Already I must bend my will for Niccolo’s sake and travel with his sister and now I must travel with a rapist!! What were the gods of fate thinking when they put us together. Or is this the reason why Agni will eventually fall? And why I am the only one who seems to have a problem with this? And why am I the only one that will tell Agni to his face that I don’t believe him. Roxanne apparently does. She told me at watch that for what it was worth she believed him.

We are outraged at his behavior at trying to “seduce” Layla. Niccolo turned to me and said I was searching for Agni’s penance. I can’t believe that Niccolo believes the false talk of Agni. Later on I learned that was not the case and he was merely paying lip service to Agni. I can’t help but think that is a weakness. Then they talked about the money. Agni wants to invest our money. It would take a week to get it back out again.. he wants to invest in the guilds. I wanted no talk of money. I was too busy controlling the rage I felt inside and the confusing actions of the others.

Later Niccolo and Salvazia drew me aside to talk to me they wanted to know if I would stand in the way if Agni does it to her or someone else in the group. She will kill him if that happens. I told them that my plan was to capture him and drag him to the law. That must be my action or I would give in to my rage which would only harm my soul. They are disappointed with my lawfulness but how can I explain that it isn’t about the law it is about control. Agni lacks control and I cannot let him make me lose mine or I am no better than he.

Niccolo talked on about the ring and Geldemar’s tower and how it is the groups and not Agni’s. Is that why Niccolo tolerates him. Why not simply take the ring back from him? It doesn’t belong to him. They think they should tell Agni that they are from Thet. This alarmed me. I told them of how Agni had tried to use information and power over me and that obviously this man was not to be trusted. Salvazia agreed which was unsettling, but Niccolo wants to tell him. Perhaps it is a test. Then Niccolo told me that even Roxanne does not entirely trust Agni – whom did she lie to me or to Niccolo? Strange that girl. She learned something from her home about the spies and will not tell, and now she lies to me about something she knows is personal for me. I gain less understanding of people as the day continues.

Mudens 22

A good hunt this morning helped me regain composure.

Niccolo brought up the tower and the ring as a good retreat to be used in combat or other situations. Agni treated it with his usual arrogance. He has not changed, but perhaps it will take some time. Then Niccolo proceeded to mention that other have curiosity about what we might find at the tower. Agni seemed to listen to that, but he thinks it is only scholarly and magickal things there and he thinks it is on another plane. He still doesn’t believe me that the elementals of Geldemar were smart. His arrogance and my temper are not good mixes. I must control mine more around him, he obviously makes no stride in his. Most of the morning was eventually, over Agni’s insistent dire warnings of death, experimenting with the ring. Niccolo went and then Theo. Theo tried it without Agni and managed to make it back to us not dead. I watched Agni and he seemed unsettled by Theo’s accomplishment but gladdened that the man showed some wear from it.

We started travelling after Niccolo took Agni aside to tell him I believe about his homeland of Thet. For the rest of the day I listened to Roxanne’s teachings. She believes and is teaching that Betshaba strives the most to stamp out evil. The worst part is that Agni is definitely using her. Whenever she approaches talk of rape he changes the subject to some other crime. He brings up areas of gray – he tricks her into giving him an excuse for his actions a justification and she follows right along. I have never heard a priestess talk this way. Is she mind controlled or just that innocent to her own teachings. Has she not talked to other priests about this? She has chosen an ominous task for herself and she seems alone and weak. It is not my place to judge but his words are so obvious. Hunting tonight should give me time to think. The next town we meet I shall find a priest and ask advice. Perhaps I should speak to one of Betshaba?

Mudens 23

Noonish we arrived in Kreuzund. I had to speak to a priest so I begged off joining them. We are to meet at the Drowning Cod. Gunther and I will also check with Captain Richert Brennan about the murders and see if anything else has occurred in our absence. We found nothing there so Gunther went off to the smith and I to temple. The priestess here was very willing to listen. She says that out right talk would be best. That our group needs to meet and decide on things even if it must be through an outright vote or secret ballot. She was very wise and I listened. I agree we must talk, but how to do it and when? We are all very single minded and all can be stubborn. We need a leader. I thought at one time that Niccolo might be best but now I wonder. The Betshaban priestess was quite concerned with Roxanne. How can I get the girl to talk to a priestess with more experience. I mean this could be her test from Betshaba. It is not my duty or right to presume I know more than her. After prayer I set off to rejoin the group.

Quinn and Theo performed for the children as we waited. Afterwards Aelgrim Ralera came up and talked to the boys about hiring them for his kids party.

Less than two weeks away he has invited 67 guests for this birthday party. They have several performers already but want to add him to the roster. The son was watching and came up to beg his dad to hire them. Others performers who are known get around 5-50-500 silver. The 500 is an illusionist. The will meet at his estate in one weeks time. Quinn accepts it! So here we are in the middle of a quest to find out what plague is in the Hartland and Quinn takes a job at a birthday party!! This group is not working together. Yes we stopped for training – but a birthday party. Could he not have done something like this during his time off? Does he need money that desperately?? Does he have some other motive??? Of course we don’t know that -- -why would we--- no one trusts each other save me and Gunther and we aren’t particularly interesting enough to cause much commotion which is odd coming from a one eyed girl whose constant companion is a fire breathing mountain lion. How will we ever survive the journeys we must have ahead of us? In any event it us decided and when he is done Agni will retrieve them with the ring and bring them to us. Of course they could die during the teleportation but if they want to risk their lives than Agni will do it he supposes. I wonder if it would be a loss of control if I just slapped him every once in a while?

As per my advice Niccolo and Agni used some of our money to identify everything. It cost them 60 gold. The ring and the wand were identified. Not that I know what they were since no information was forthcoming. Perhaps I should just be more demanding.

Mudens 24

The next day we got paid and I gave 10 percent to the church. The advice given was sound and calming and I am sure I will stop by many more times. Agni again goes off to his guys – it seems it wasn’t done identifying yesterday – my mistake. The ring was made by some guy named Mordencainen. It is keyed to another object. Ring works as a recall linked to a specific place.

Wand is of magic missles

We started travelling today.

Lunasa 2

As we were coming out of the hills we saw a rather large forest to the East. It’s the Hobbitwood. It continues down into rolling plains. Several small cottages some free some in hills began dotting our path. They looked very unplague like.

I talked to a hobbit in her language that I picked up from some of my mom’s friends. I noticed Agni was perturbed that I spoke it. I suppose he doesn’t and it bothered him that he didn’t know what was going. I couldn’t help but indulge in the irony of his annoyance. There is a plague but it is on the plants. Some kind of blight that turns the wine sour. I thanked her and traded some fur for some good hobbit weed.

Niccolo goes to Bramblewood house to see how far we are from Wayfare.

Lunasa 3

We arrived in Wayfare. The group doesn’t seem to be worried about the blight. I do not understand why. I suppose it is because they have had it before in Wayfare or maybe it is because it doesn’t attack humans. I do not know—everyone seemed disappointed. I was anxious to see the blight, but the hobbits are looking for druids. I would like to see a druid. I have only heard vague stories about them. The group settled in to the inn that was big enough for humans. The construction on the road has stopped because the hobbits are upset. They think humans are responsible for poisoning their grapes. Rumors get started somewhere. Their Grand Duke, Teig, asked for a halt on it until they could get the matter settled. I went and talked to him about any kind of help I could give. I knew some about plants. I learned that the Bramblebush think that it was poison. They are having a meeting in one week to decide what to do. He reckoned I should stay out of it until then. The night was getting late so I thought I would check with the group about it first. Agni told us that he knew were Gayla and Geldemar’s mentor was in Oradal so I guess we head there next. I would like to stay here a bit to see what this blight is all about, I can’t help but think of Hector’s words from Geldemar – even the smallest things may mean something. I hope we don’t miss it.

Game Ten

July 14, 2002

Lunasa 4, 10th year since foundation

Agni must have teleported away last night. He wasn’t with us this morning. I told the group all that I had learned from Duke Taig. Gunther wanted to visit him as well. If the hobbits would accept no human help perhaps they would take his as a dwarf. Gunther was correct! The Duke showed us a cast of footprints found near the vines on the Bramblebush’s farms. It does look human..there seemed to be a crease around the edges reminding me of an armoured print. We also learned that the only human in town at the time of the poisoning was a minstrel named Bryn Kennwyn. The Oridalan scouts that guard the rode were also here about 3 days after the incident. While we were all talking with Taig Niccolo returned from examining some of the vines. He had discovered what it was. Dramatically he tossed the vine down and began to tell us that it was a poison commonly used by Nadarans. The poison caused grape rot. There wasn’t a common cure for it but the vines should return within a year or two. Then Niccolo said that since he had solved the problems that we should got, but the Duke only said we had pointed more of a finger at the humans. Without a specific human to place the blame on the hobbits would still close off their borders to humans. How would that damage our world is the question? Yes the supply routes would be delayed but apparently Oridal is not capable of sending troops for aid. What would this accomplish for Thet or for the Manslayer? Is there some political repercussion? I wouldn’t even begin to fathom that. Once again I long for the wisdom of Geldemar, he could help discover the reason behind this.

We spoke to Bryn outside the inn. He is a hobbit friend and so was Geldemar. Geldemar protected the old Kian Dea during the war. Saved his life to hear some of the tale. Geldemar was truly old beyond measure it seems. Is this another attack on the friends of Geldemar? Bryn is Hagerian so I mentioned the possibility of gaining help from the Druids there. He would not even try to contact them. he said his people are insular. They do not involve themselves in matters not concerning their country. If the Thesh come they will fight them only on their border. His people are different for sure. They are divided into clans that often fight amongst themselves. He even warned us not to go there for strangers often find themselves embroiled in this conflicts. Bryn also seems to have a poor opinion of humans not understanding our wars. We hold grudges too long. It seems a safe attitude to take and I certainly understand the need for isolation and solitude, but I also have a need to defend the whole whether they are of my blood or not. He is also not so sure that Wayfare being closed off wouldn’t be better for hobbits. The road goes both ways he says – both help and disaster can travel it. He also told me that the hobbits can take care of themselves. Apparently they are extremely capable with a sling they use. These slings can crush bone, and they guard their woods carefully. I had never thought of hobbits as warring. I suppose they did fight in the great war but I guess I never imagined how they did it or to what degree. Bryn tells us that Crom is the best warrior in town. Again an odd appellation to attach to an hobbit, but I am intrigued. I will have to go check out their mining to see how they create their weapons. The Billyson-gawen’s do the making of sling bullets. They melt it and drop it down a long well to make it spherical. It would work and sounds quite ingenious, but I would like to see this process.

Next we chatted with their tracker Ron Moony. The Moony’s are apparently the laziest family of hobbits. His house was filthy. Roaches crawled around, furniture was dishelved and in disrepair, and his front door had rusted shut we had to enter from the back. He was grumpy from having been woken up way past the waking hours. I tried to be direct and quick with my questions so that he may return to his sloth, but this was apparently rude. Roxanne stepped in during my questioning and apologized for my abruptness. There are just so many rules for every social situation! We learned not much from him. He had made the cast and seen the original prints. He had not noticed any seam indicating armour and said I was mistaken. Since he had seen the prints I had to yield to him ,but I would keep armour in the back of my mind. Moony was able to tell us that the tracks were from a single person. Perhaps someone came and left in the middle of the night. When we left I again brought up that they could be faked. I had tried to determine by depth and such if they had been but could find no support, again another thought to dwell on.

We returned to the inn for our supper. The food he was extremely amazing! The meat was succulent, the vegetables were full of flavors and the bread was moist. That is why I could not understand a human merchant we ran into there. His name was Kaggle Castle from the One star merchant house. He had traveled from Kerzund. He had decided to stay to find out what the hobbits would vote. While he ate he kept complaining about the food over and over again taking it back many times to get the hobbits to make it right, finally settling on cheese and bread. He was quite unpleasant and I was glad that I sat at the bar with Gunther instead of with the others at Castle’s table.

Lunasa 5

As I slept in the comfort of the wood again I did notice sever pock marks in trees made from stones. They were of a good depth and showed force in the hit. I let Mica hunt and then headed back for town. The hobbits didn’t want any person hunting their woods since we ate so much. At breakfast we decided to talk to the patriarchs: Grata Taig, Hal Moony, and Tallach Bramblebush.

And we would have to wait for Billyson-gawen’s he doesn’t live around here.

We chose Grata Taig to visit first since the Taig’s had been quite easy to talk to since we came here. Niccolo seems more eager to leave and quite agitated at our staying. I wonder why?

Grata was an old easy going hobbit. He was a good friend of Geldemar’s as well. I warned him about the attacks on Geldemar’s friends so that he could be forewarned. We didn’t learn much more than we had, but it was a pleasant conversation.

The guards came in the afternoon. They wore the symbol of Oridal. 6 of them came into town on horseback wearing chainmail leather barding. They had heavy boots, long swords, and spears. I checked out their boots but they didn’t match the print that I had seen. We learned a bit about the geography of Oridal planning for our trip north. Karlast is the nearest town. It’s a trading outpost. Closest other town is a days’ travel past that in Cereon. If we are looking for Ruscalos we want to go to Minaran. It’s a week past Karlast. Ruscalos does advising for the vestry. That’s the ruling body in Oridal. It is a council of high guild masters. To hunt need a permit…and I would have to talk to the guild of tanners and butchers. They wished us luck on our investigations—they wanted their road to go through.

The group decided to search the merchant Castle’s room that night to see if their was anything more we could find. We had been hitting walls and were getting frustrated. Roxanne is going to distract him while Niccolo goes to his room to search it. Niccolo seemed surprised that Gunther and I would approve of this, but I saw no reason not to. We were investigating for the hobbits and sometimes that requires stealth. First Roxanne had to find out what room he was in. I listened along with Niccolo as she questioned the hobbits. I am not experienced with questioning others but she seemed to take an unstealthy move. She simply said she wanted to stay away from he so needed to know what room he was in to avoid it. The hobbits she talked to didn’t’ know, but I question her approach. Luckily there are only four other rooms upstairs that are not ours so it won’t take long to narrow the search down.

Roxanne went off to distract Castle. She swooned over him and leaned into their conversation. Then I noticed that one of the road laborers seemed to be getting upset about something in Roxanne’s direction. He talked animatedly with his 5 other companions and then began walking towards Roxanne’s table. I was concerned for the girl and flexed to move, but Niccolo and Gunther had noticed as well and held me back for a moment. Niccolo and Gunther went forward to ward off the young men from the table – it seemed to work until Castle egged them on with an insult. A fight began to break out between the boys and the merchant. Niccolo quietly walked upstairs to begin his search. I let the fight continue giving Niccolo a few moments for his search. I watched until I noticed that the merchant was actually getting seriously hurt and then I stepped in to stop it. I hoped that Niccolo had time to finish, but I couldn’t let this merchant become seriously injured. I never threw a punch. I just kept grabbing the boys and dragging them away. At one point when they managed to strike me Mica wanted to enter, I had to yell at her to stop her. I didn’t want anyone else hurt. I had already accidentally knocked one out by grabbing him too hard. I managed to stop three of them. I had tried to talk them out of it during the fight, but they wouldn’t listen much until I had them physically under control. I looked around and saw that the others had been knocked out. One it seemed Niccolo had managed to subdue when he returned by hitting him with two mugs of ale. I was checking over the injured boys while Niccolo checked the merchant. The sounds of fighting still rung in my ears and I felt my anger ebbing. The hobbits didn’t like humans right now and these boys had just shown a very bad side of us! This did not look good at all. Instead of loosing myself to my anger I tried to direct it. I lashed out at the boys with my tongue scolding them over what they had done. Telling them to look around and the damage and how would that look for Oridal. The funny thing was that they responded to my scolding. Eventually Crom the warrior came inside to stop the fighting. Gunther followed him and had some dents in his armour. I looked by to Crom he carried the hobbit sling that was as long as he. I noted the dents and the trickle of blood on Gunther and saw that hobbits could indeed be a challenge. Crom began lecturing the boys as well. Niccolo and Roxanne took Castle back to his room the man would not be conscious until tomorrow! I turned back to the boys and my frown seemed to concern them. I told them –no more like ordered them to clean up their mess. The bartender handed them a mop. The boys and I worked to set the inn back to order. I even had the one who had torn off a leg to use as a club fix his damage. I hoped this would make some recompense to the hobbits. I did learn from the boys that Castle had in actuality started this fights. For some reason the merchant had pulled aside two of them individually and told them that Roxanne liked them. Perhaps the merchant wanted the two of them to fight, but for what reason? I’m sure he didn’t plan for those boys to attack him.

Niccolo and Roxanne returned from Niccolo’s room after the cleaning was finished and the boys were settling in for the night. He gathered all of us and showed us what he had found from his investigations of Castle’s room. Castle had a bag of grape seeds stowed under his mattress! We talked about it. Niccolo suggested this was our proof that we had an individual to place blame on. But we decided to check with Duke Taig to see if they are really Bramblebush seeds and then talk to the merchant when he gains consciousness. Duke Taig confirmed they were Bramblebush sees. Apparently they have a stash of good seeds just in case something like this happens. It will still take several years for the vines to mature and the finger is still pointed at human merchants now, so we are almost back to square one.

Lunasa 6

We confronted the Castle and he admitted to taking the seeds. He came here to try and get a vine but they were rotten when he arrived. He merely wanted to set up an orchard nearer to Kreuzund to undercut the hobbit price. He also admitted to setting they boys up to fight – which each other. He wanted to make humans look bad and that also explained his horrible behavior to the hobbits. If they closed off and he escaped with the seeds he could make a lot of money. He also does not want to tell the hobbits the truth of his actions because that would prevent the closure of borders and would hurt his money making schemes. Then Niccolo began with the threats. I thought I was reading him correctly that these were merely word threats with no true action behind them. He was trying to bluff the merchant. I had no problems with that. The man was of a dubious nature and was trying to trick the hobbits. If we could trick him into helping the all the better. We had learned his punishment for stealing the seeds was exile. Niccolo tried to make him think the hobbits would hang him to get the man on our side. It didn’t work for the man had already researched the punishment for his crime. Then Niccolo said we would harm him. This set the man back a pace and I thought he would crack. Then he spied Gunther and Castle said he would simply have the dwarf swear that Niccolo had threatened him into it. We would have to tell the truth. At that moment I felt I was not an asset to the group. If Niccolo word threats were to work he could not have me our Gunther there to interrupt his game. If someone asked me, I would have to tell the truth. So I simply suggested that I had things to do and began to leave. Gunther caught on and followed. As we walked out Castle pleaded for Gunther’s word of protection. Gunther said that Niccolo would not hurt him.

We left and walked around town. When we returned Roxanne looked quite upset and haggard. He eyes rested her anger upon Niccolo. Niccolo told us that the man agreed to take the stand and to tell the truth, but first he wished to speak to Gunther alone. While Gunther was gone I discovered why Roxanne was so angered. Niccolo let Salvazia hurt the man. He claims that the hand was numbed but she stabbed him through with her knife. I cringe at what may have happened. I don’t know what to think now. Niccolo believes in torture? Or perhaps Salvazia overstepped her bounds for a moment. He looks collected. I feel betrayed, but I do not know by whom yet.

Gunther returned shortly and it was obvious by his carriage that he had learned about the torture. He commanded that he was not leaving the man alone with Salvazia any more. Niccolo claimed it was an over reaction to which Gunther answered there wouldn’t be a second time. But Gunther had more to tell us. Castle claims that while he was searching for the cache of seeds he found wooden planks in the shape of a human shoe that were made to fit onto a hobbit sized foot. Could these have made our tracks?? Castle also claimed he could lead us to them. His condition was that he didn’t have to speak before the hobbits and he would be allowed to leave.

We agreed we would let him leave if these shoes turned out to be the ones that matched the tracks in the fields. He led us to silo’s on Taig farms and produced the ingenious shoes. They looked like the print, but to make sure Gunther and I would have to check them against the cast a Duke Taig’s house. We left the man in care of Roxanne while Salvazia and Niccolo went to fetch the man’s horse and things. I apologized to the man for his torture. I explained that even though he was a rotten greedy bastard he should not have been physically tortured. He acted like I should have known that would’ve happened. I explained in earnest that I did not. But now I will have to consider that in the future. I am sure that will put strains on my relationship with Niccolo. I will have to talk to him to come to an understanding, but I must do that without anger.

Gunther and I went to the Duke’s. We tried to ask to see the cast without lying, but the Duke knew that we held something back. We showed him the shoe – I slipped the cast into it..it was a perfect match. I also noticed that they were indeed not seams showing armour around the track. I must be more patient and caring the next time. The Duke’s brow knitted in thought as he looked at the cast inside the shoe. Then he looked to the two of us and asked us to bring both shoes to him at the inn in one hour. We agreed and left to free Castle.

At the inn and hour later the truth was revealed. Duke Brannack Taig stood on a table and revealed all we had found. Then he said the hobbits needed to find what it meant. The tracker Bron Moody began to blame us. He said the stride and depth wouldn’t match a hobbits. I had already tested this earlier and came to the same conclusions – only wishing I could see the real prints to check the stride. Taig then nodded to Crom who grabbed Bron. Taig bent over and slipped the shoe onto Bron’s foot. The shoe fit perfectly. My gasp matched those of the hobbits around me. Bron had done it. He immediately started blubbering when Taig began talking of exile that had not happened in centuries. Instead Taig judged that Bron should work the Bramblebush fields until he learned what he did was wrong. I was impressed with this wise and proper decision. I wished that I could stay longer to discover more about these people I had come to respect over my short stay here. Taig later explained that Bron wanted to get back at Talek Bramblebush because he married Creda Taig. Bron was in love with Creda but Taig didn’t think he would take his anger this far. We all began to question where he got the poison. Taig called Crom back with Bron. Bron said it was the merchant Castle!!! Before Taig could finish commanding that the merchant be brought before he we chased after him. Salvazia, Niccolo, and Roxanne sped forward while Mica and I took a slower pace in case the tracks showed something besides a straight forward run. Mine and Mica’s thoroughness was proven not necessary. Niccolo eventually caught the man and brought him blubbering back to town. Salvazia and Roxanne were thrown from their horses in the pursuit. Salvazia’s reaction was interesting. I caught up to her alone on the chase, Roxanne and Niccolo had kept going. She had been busy hacking her horse to bits in anger and frustration I supposed. She merely looked at me with remnants of a murderous gleam in her eyes. I paused and then asked her if she need a moment to compose herself to regain control….she says has it now and commented that the horse threw leg. She didn’t seem pleased that I brought up control although I wonder if that is the difference between Niccolo and his people. He has admirable control. I pointed her towards a stream where she could wash all of the blood off that had spattered her body. Then I set Mica to work disposing of the horses body. An abandoned dead horse on the road was not uncommon, but a butchered one was. The others soon met us and we headed back to Wayfare.

The merchant, between sobs, told the hobbits that he had not given Bron any poison. Only his major domo Thomas of Kreuzund knew he was even planing this trip. If we believe Castle, then who masqueraded as him earlier to give Bron the poison several months ago? And why did they do it? Curiouser and Curiouser this world becomes.

Lunasa 10

Castle was exiled from Wayfare. I volunteered to escort him to the border while everyone else stayed in Wayfare to recuperate. Niccolo wasn’t happy at my leaving, I think he wanted to escort Castle, but Castle was in no shape to be alone with either Niccolo or Salvazia and I cant’ exactly blame him. I said goodbye to Castle this morning. He no longer blubbers but looks deflated. I wonder what will happen to him? I wonder what schemes in business he will make next? He is greedy, but I have to wonder if he will learn from all of this? He did not deserve torture for his greed. It has been pleasant spending this day away from the group. I have spent the day hunting and tanning and drying meat. We won’t be able to hunt while in Oridal so I am trying to stock up on supplies right now. I am certain Niccolo would be agitated at my delay, but I am peaceful for the first time in a long time. As I sit here surrounded by nothing but trees, scratching Mica behind the ears I glory in the solitude. I feel fresh and rejuvenated and I’m sure the next days of solitude will help. I wonder how the others could find their own rest? I will have to bring it up. I had promised Niccolo and Roxanne to ask others I met along the way if they had horses to sell, so I suppose tomorrow I should travel by the road. I will miss the woods.

Lunasa 14

Arrived back in Wayfare and began our journey to Oridal to find Ruscalos.

Lunasa 26

We arrived at the normal sized town of Karlast on Lunasa 20. A man on horseback approached us and today began the day of money and taxes. Every town we entered on our journey toward Minoran taxed us heavily. We wear wooden discs around our necks that tell everyone that we our adventurers and foreigners – we get charged more than everyone! This Oridal is not a pleasant place. There is no hunting without a charge for each season. We are charge for each hoof of our horses each axle on our wagon and any goods that we would have to sell. The first day when we were approached by the man wearing 3 golden discs on his tabard we learned to cringe when they approached and to count out our money. Even our money is taxed. We have to change to Oridalan currency!

We now rest in the Adventurer’s guild in Minoran home to Ruscalos. Minoran is large and even more expensive. There are even more homeless here!! In Karlast a small town they had some who lived in the streets and it bothers me. If they could only hunt or forage they could be fed at least. When there is so much land why can they not find work? Their lives are wasting away. I have given what I could. Niccolo does not like it when I give to them. He says it is what they want. This confused me. Of course it is what they want – they are hungry. So I must give only a little when Niccolo is not watching. This morning I watched as Niccolo bought an apple from another of the homeless. I bought the whole box. I intend to dry them for travelling. I cannot afford to get a hunting licenses yet – it is 150 silver a season for me. Another hunter in this guild told me. The people in this room stare at me and Mica. I was afraid to leave to feed her for fear they would charge me again to get back in, so I fed her on the hearth. It drew much attention. We are all weary and tired of paying for everything we do. This country must be very wealthy! And yet they let people starve in their streets. Tomorrow at least we will talk to Ruscalos, while visiting temples both Roxanne and I learned where he resides. Niccolo stayed with the wagon so I could visit the temple. I had not asked him to do this he offered. Perhaps he is no longer as angry as he seemed in Wayfare. At least now our group has a name. We are The Chosen – we had to give a name to stay in the guild this night.

Lunasa 27

We approached the Mage’s guild and it is surrounded by walls. One of the 3 gold circled men approached but we didn’t have to pay once Gunther showed his mage order symbol. Bot Niccolo and myself have been translating for everyone. I am teaching the language to Gunther.

When we finally reached Ruscalos place an assistant asks for an appointment. Niccolo told him we did not have one but he could be expecting us , relying on the fact that he is an auger he may have known we were coming. The assistant shuffled off and returned proclaiming that Ruscalos indeed was expecting us. We were escorted to a room that had five seats waiting for us. A middle aged balding man greeted us showing no passion or ire just a calmness that was strangely comforting for me. He then asked where Agni was. We told him that he had left without word and was now late returning other members to us. Then we learned why Agni may have left. He knew where Ruscalos was because the amulet of Geldemar’s could be used to communicate with others of the order. Agni had talked to Ruscalos!!! In fact Agni could’ve talked to Gayla to see if she was well. Ruscalos immediately did when we told him she was taken to Thet by the Manslayer. He told us that she was well and in Eisennstaadt – confusing. Ruscalos also knew of the prophecy and said he had told Geldemar not to mess around with it, but Geldemar apparently was always to concerned with the fate of this area. In any case… Agni was supposed to return the amulet to Ruscalos – perhaps that is why Agni is not with us now. He didn’t want to return his claimed magick item. It does fit Agni’s selfish nature. Then Ruscalos made a surprising offer if we return the amulet then Ruscalos will sponsor us as citizens. This will cut down on all of our expenses here and I thought great idea of for both Salvazia and more for Niccolo. Ruscalos then told us that we needed to return Geldemar’s ring to Mordenkainen. Apparently Mordenkainen will want it back we would not want this mage coming to find it from us. Mordenkainen lives in Narisia. Ruscalos was surprised we knew this man was from another place.

Ruscalos was also surprised when we told him Geldemar was dead. At first he was unconcerned with it almost as if it didn’t’ bother him--- I flashed back to Agador -- but when we told him how long he had been dead he grew concerned. He told us that Geldemar had some kind of spell on him that brings him back to life. His soul must be trapped somewhere to prevent him from returning to this plane. We described how Geldemar died in detail and Ruscalos suggests that the stick the Manslayer used may have trapped Geldemar’s soul. My heart flew with the thought of Geldemar returning. We needed his guidance. We were struggling without it. We needed direction. But how are we to defeat the Manslayer and retrieve Geldemar’s soul? And how to we break and object that can go through a man so easily? IN any case we must first find Agni, return the amulet, find out if Gayla is indeed back in Eisennstaadt and then find this Mordenkainen so that we do not invite any more trouble. Ruscalos knows a lot of the answers we seek, but he remains neutral. At least he is taking our warning and not trying to scry on Gayla. We told him of the Manslayer’s knack for finding those who did. Perhaps we can entice Agni to come to us by leaving a message for him to find when he scrys on us – which I am sure he does frequently.

Game Eleven

July 27, 2002

Lunasa 27, 10th year since foundation

I spent a long time this night talking with Niccolo as we traveled. I made him a special tea that could relax him and clear his thoughts. I thought that he needed it especially after Wayfare and travelling through Oridal. He just hasn’t seemed happy in a long while. I felt like I understood. We both have needs of solitude. I felt the need to apologize to him for pressure I had put on him about Agni. I have been far to emotional about the whole ordeal. Don’t get me wrong I still detest the man personally but I shouldn’t have expected it from others -- I am too emotionally close to rape. The others can’t begin to understand – and I am only coming to terms with how much that one incident changed my life. It clicked something inside of me – Theo doesn’t like to kill it bothers him taking another humanoid’s life. Me – if they attack with intent to kill me … I will defend myself. I know how far I will go with that. Perhaps Grellick made me distrust men for a long time. I only find safety in the arms of a man I can never truly mate with – except for the longings I have to do just that. It would mean my death. Funny how that worked out. I would’ve rather died than let Gerrick have me, but I would die to lay with Berig.

In any case I made soothing tea for Niccolo hoping to make amends and to help him settle along with myself. He didn’t drink it. I reached over and took a sip. I suppose he thought it was poisoned somehow. That hurt. He doesn’t trust me anymore. I know he has made a bond with Quinn. At least they are always going off together. Perhaps I have been too vocal about my th0ughts with this group. I have felt for a long time that Quinn dislikes me strongly and I have yet to realize why. In any case it was quite clear that Niccolo does not trust me from our talk and will not be sharing anything with me. I had hoped to breach that but I fear it will take longer. I think I will try and make him a masterwork rapier. I remember his discouragement when his was stolen. I keep watching the group and seeing what they need. I told Niccolo that I was trying to do as the priests advised me. Talk plainly and truthfully and try to help make us a group, not so splintered. He mentioned something that I will have to think about and watch for it. He says that we are too much individuals. That we are so used to working by ourselves that we will not take anyone’s word over ours. It sounded harsh and close minded of us, but perhaps he is right. I will begin to weigh others words more carefully. He gave several examples of these actions, including some of mine. He also referred for the first time to Salvazia as his sister and spoke some of Thet. I was interested in this. He is so different from his sister, she seems so impassioned and quick to judgement. He related this as more military means to life. I’m not so sure about that but it could make sense. He also owned slaves but was uneasy talking about this, merely passing the topic quickly by saying that there weren’t any beggars in the street like there was in Oridal. I quickly countered with the fact that the dwarves had solved that problem without slavery. I wonder how they did that. Next time I see Kormac I will have to ask him about it. The one philosophy that Niccolo said that he did retain from Thet was that the ends justify the means. He says that this is why he tortured that poor merchant in Wayfare. He also said he wanted to be more subtle and less brutish about it than Salvazia was. I do not think that means justify the ends. The way you do something often clouds your achievements if not tainting them. WE did not debate about it merely stated our differing opinions. That was pleasant. It was a nice talk and did suit some to settle me. I think I will make him more tea tomorrow and see if he ever drinks it. If not then I will stop.

Ruscalos told us that Mordenkainen lives in a town called Strongholme in the country of Narisia. Niccolo and I both are keen to go there. Mordenkainen was a friend of Geldemar’s. Perhaps he can tell us more of our patron. Gunther doesn’t think we should go there until Agni returns. We d0n’t know when that will be, he is already late returning Theo and Quinn to us. Narisia is quite far away and we should start off now, besides we can’t stay in Oridal for much longer as we are now spending so much for basic needs. No wonder so many our homeless. I have been told that being a citizen makes it cheaper, but still to pay for so much that can simply be found around you if you would only look or were allowed to look. While we were arguing outside the inn Niccolo and I spotted Quinn and Theo walking towards us. Seems like they started off on their own when Agni didn’t show up for them. Quinn looked rather pissed about all the money he had to pay. He , as well, couldn’t speak the language and had to pay an interpreter in each town.

More importantly while we were separated he was killed by Manslayer a couple of days after we left. I was shocked. The man must be watching us. Why doe he allow us to continue he told Quinn “so you are supposed to kill me”. Why would he let us go on? Is it a game for him? Quinn then told us that it is now taking him longer to reform after being killed. It took him an hour this time. It is doubling each time. I wonder again if there is a limit. One time will he not reform. I wondered that the first time I saw him collapse and saw the same kind of concern on Theo’s face as he began his vigilance.

We filled Quinn in on what was happening so far and then the group decided we should try and find a boat to get to Narisia. It would be faster. At first they wanted to go forward through Oridal until I reminded them that we were in the southern tip. Now we are going to Halgard. Quinn also wants to check out some contacts he has there to find the magician Tam. You know he seems such a selfish boy. He got killed by Manslayer to play at a child’s birthday party. And now he wants to find this Tam. I hope he is related to our whole quest and perhaps Quinn believes it is so. Perhaps Quinn thinks through his ideas – I don’t know he doesn’t share… and I don’t think he ever will with me.

Gunther led us to the guild of his order in town hoping to get directions from them. He got more than that. The leader of the guild gave him an ordinary helmet from their stores and a letter. With this letter we should be able to bypass most of the taxes.

Sheldsmet 1

Travel this time was not pleasant for me. I can’t hunt in Oridal so there is no reason for me to find solitude. Perhaps it wouldn’t be seen as rude if I left for a jaunt with Mica. She seems at ease. We arrived near Halgard today in the border town of Tagren. We did have to pay the leaving town tax. As we passed from Oridal to Halgard we met an Oridallian merchant. I queried him about the taxes and laws in Halgard and he was very forthcoming explaining that he could be since he wasn’t in his homeland. The people here are more interested in action not money. That sounds pleasant. Hunting here is considered poaching… you would have to ask the lord for permission. This sounded much like Valduran used to be. I remember Pops telling me about it I thanked the merchant Theobald Herrick and when he paused gave him the rest of my money. He seemed to be waiting for it.

I was glad that I had found a way to hunt, the group seemed so upset at all the money they had been spending. I was planning a big hunt to dry a lot of food for us. So when we got to the gates of Dorster I was asking a lot of questions about the warden or the lord. They told me I’d have to go to the lord to get permission. That’s when Gunther slapped me across the face – well not literally but I swear I can still feel the sting. He said my hunting was a nuisance that all it served was to slow us down. They can buy food in the inn.

I spoke later with Niccolo about it, he said he would not have said nuisance but he basically agreed with it. I am hurt. So now I can’t hunt. Even though I learned that often all the lord wanted was a cut of it. What hurt the most was after all the talk about rushing the group spent the whole afternoon in an inn betting on wrestling fights. I don’t understand. We are in a hurry and are tired of spending money yet they waste it so.

Later I went with Gunther to translate for him at the armourer’s in town. At first it looked like Gunther wanted to stay for a while and forge.. I suppose he just got excited about the process of forging which I understand. He made some good deals so I purchased some steel for a rapier.

I did manage to meet some interesting people. Morak fought the “bar champion”. His name was Percy. Both Percy and Theo gave each other some wounds. Percy had his own physician and refused Niccolo’s help. Percy considered his own bone saw good luck. At least Percy cleared up why everyone kept asking me if I fought in the war. He says I look the part – but I’m not old enough to have done so – guess I look older. But I like this town…lots of big people where I don’t tower so much. They mostly worship Thalos so even my unusual strength for a girl wouldn’t stick out as much.

Sheldsmet 2

We began travelling again today and met with some luck I think. We didn’t quite make it to the next town of Southward so we began to make camp. WE noticed a fire up ahead and went to investigate. Of course I was told not to scout again. Niccolo, Salvazia, Quinn, and Theo did that. I drove the wagon up. Perhaps I should stop asking and just go with my instincts – but I’m not sure they would like that anymore. We met up with Benedict Godart of priest of Baelthor. He was in Ressex the capital city of Halgard. Back in Ressex he was mediating between two large families the Dungals and Pomeroys. The Pomeroys are royal that’s the crown. Some rumors had spread that the two families were having problems. The Dungals were more of a band than a family and had a tendency to be military. It was not unusual for families to have problems, but about 6 months ago some Nadarans spies were found in the palace and claimed they were hired by Dungals. Later Nadarans were found in Dungals and said the Pomeroys had hired them. Things got rough…Benedict came in to mediate the dispute. He says it is not real easy around here… can’t be solved with wrestling it gets real hard. The two families were about to draw arms when he found a Nadaran himself – he got the name of Drizz’t Piergeron out of the spy. Had a bit a luck he had just left town.. and this Drizz’t’s tracks were still fresh. He had been following for six days…and now here he is. All of the fighting in Halgard could lead to civil war.

Suprisingly we all agreed to help him search for Drizz’t Piergeron. Technically Drizz’t doesn’t have much of a crime save for inciting dissent. Benedict showed me the tracks and Mica and I investigated. She got the smell and when I talked to her she told me it was quite an unusual smell to her. She had not smelled it before and said it was like foul urine. Curious, but at least she won’t loose the scent.

Sheldsmet 4

We tracked the prints to a series of hills near a thick forest with lots of undergrowth in it. A mile into the forest we came to a cave opening inside of one of the hills. Gunther said it was carved some. We left Roxanne out to guard the wagon. I cast an alarum to warn if anyone followed us and we headed in. The passage ways were just wide enough to allow a wagon to pass. As we traveled through I once again allowed myself to be put in the back of the group. I know one should protect its rear but as we explored the place from stables to muraled rooms with gargoyles attacking us our strategy created by Niccolo and Gunther and Quinn seemed unwise. We traveled throughout the place following the tracks of Drizz’t. His prints were now extremely large showing 10 feet in height. Quinn and Niccolo were in the front the entire time. I understand the necessity for checking for traps I saw their usefulness in the bowels of Zaubersturm. What I don’t’ understand is that they have to two or our best fighters trapped our in the back. Theo is trapped behind Niccolo and Quinn and Salvazia is beside me in the rear. When we fought the two gargoyle’s we met we all could enter a room so Salvazia could join, but only after both Niccolo and Quinn engaged the creatures first. They said that I should use my bow. It proved somewhat ill affective so I dropped it against the gargoyle’s, but that is why they want me in the back for my bow. I must admit that it hurts my pride in the weapons I carry and the armour I crafted that I am now relegated to a missile capacity although my mother would slap me for saying so. I yearn to test my steel against foes, but I thought that for party sake I should not argue. Well I think that I must for those “leaders” in the front are falling and getting sorely hurt while the true fighters are breezing through with little worries. I even tried to warn our leaders about tracks I had seen. Cloven prints that walked on two feet. If we had paused but a moment to think of this I’m sure we all would have remembered the Minotaur statue and better prepared for the fight those tracks inevitably lead to. I myself this whole day have suffered no wounds. Salvazia and Theo’s wounds have already mended. While Niccolo looks tired and Quinn is dead. We rest now on our second day in this dungeon waiting for Quinn to rejoin us. He is a selfish child at times but watching the creases of worry and pain for on Theo’s brow and feeling my own regret for not speaking about the way we fight earlier is painful. Quinn needs to be made aware of this. Both and Niccolo put us in grave danger when we fought an Ettin this morning. Instead of moving into the room with it they stayed in the hallway trapping the rest of us there as well. We could only fight two at a time. So Quinn went down. I know this will cause a big fight. I don’t know how to approach it. I spoke with Benedict about the group and how we don’t work together and he pointed out my passiveness. I have let these men walk all over me. Perhaps I am no better than Roxanne at that. It sickens me to think that way. But I am so used to working by myself. Something must be done or more than one of us will die.

Game Twelve

August 10, 2002

Sheldsmet 4, 10th year since foundation

Gunther came to me while we rested and apologized for the harshness of his remarks about hunting. I assured him that it was merely my own ruffling over it that was the problem, but I have to admit it did feel good to hear it from him. He also agrees about the marching order. I was sure that he would suggest that he be near the front of the group, but he surprised me. He actually is beginning to take on a more magickal role. He is taking off his armour – apparently it interferes with magick castings. The Order of the Sword has special armour with hinges and castings that make it more flexible and useful for casting. I was greatly interested in the description of this armour and we spent a few restful minutes discussing the forge. He one day will craft with his magick. I am sure that he will make wondrous items.

In any case we returned to the group and Gunther suggested changing the marching order. I was still in the back with my bow, but Salvazia and Theo are now in the front. Niccolo seemed quite upset again. I don’t think my teas are helping.

We began our exploration of the keep after I made a litter to pull Quinn on. Halfway down one corridor we heard guttural laughing down a narrow side passage. We debated whether to check it out. I must admit I was again somewhat passive but it seemed to cheer Niccolo up when he suggested he go down and scout it out. I thought that it would’ve been perhaps best if I had gone down it since I could see in the darkness that enshrouded it. He returned some minutes later saying that he heard some people but that they probably heard him since they stopped movement. That’s when we planned. I was pleased that we were talking out what we should do…even though in retrospect it didn’t work. I told them that in such a tight corridor Mica’s flame would be much longer. We planned for Niccolo to go back down…turn on his light and lure them back to us. That way we could bottle neck those that survived Mica’s blast. Niccolo reentered the chamber and a few tense moments later ran by me…leading no one but a few spears aimed at his backside. These guys were smart and wouldn’t follow him.

That’s when I heard the sound of Agni returning to us. He has been listening to them and can understand. They are baiting us to come after them when from down the end of our corridor another voice tries to silent them. They tell it of us and it fetches the mistress. Again we discuss.

We head back to an easier defendable room and wait for those who shall come. A beautiful woman claiming to be Alustriel had come to negotiate with us. Those negotiations quickly fell apart and the group charged. I maneuvered Mica in for a blow while I ran for the exits to attack any later comers. The group eventually fell the creature Alustriel who turned out to be Drizz’t who turned out to be an ogre mage. An ogre mage is the 10 ft tall creature with light greenish blue skin and white horns coming out of its forehead that Alustriel turned into when she died. I know about ogre mages and the name changes because “mistress” Saddorax came to talk to us after we killed Alustriel/Drizz’t. This ogre mage was hers and had orders not to harm us.

But I get ahead of myself. Before Saddorax joined us there was a long intense conversation between Gunther and Agni. Gunther demanded that he turn over the groups magic items, save for the wand of magic missles which we had all agreed that Agni should have. (in fact it proved most useful against the ogre mage) Agni had many many idiotic issues for keeping Geldemar’s ring. He also seemed falsely surprised that the amulet could be used to talk to other auger’s until we informed him that Ruscalos had already told us that he spoke with Agni through the amulet. Quite frankly Agni was backed into a corner and it was ugly. He claimed himself Geldemar’s heir and a bunch of other arrogant lies and deceptions. None of Gunther’s words reached him so he simply said he would take the ring from Agni. Agni disappeared but to some credit he only reappeared in the room a few moments later. That’s when Niccolo and the other’s got involved. They moved towards him… I set myself guarding the exits to watch for trouble and to my surprised Salvazia joined me. I thought for sure she would take this opportunity to get her hands on Agni, but I guess she saw wisdom in someone watching for attack. Later as the group heated in its discussion she did form on her brother’s side. It all ended up with Niccolo sneaking up on Agni and clocking him with the hilt of Niccolo’s sword. The group gather our stuff from Agni, Niccolo tended his wounds and Roxanne hovered over his unconsci0us form muttering that this wasn’t productive. Perhaps she is in love with the man which could explain why she is so blinded towards him.

Gunther contacted Ruscalos with the amulet to tell him that we would return it soon and Ruscalos started the paperwork for us to be citizens. I also had him check in with Gayla to confirm she was home again. He confirmed it. I wonder what the Manslayer wanted with her or learned from her?

That is when Saddorax came to negotiate with us. After some talk we only learned that a dwarf named Stonebeard had hired her. He was a nondescript dwarf that Gunther had only heard of similar name before. I asked how she was paid and asked to see the gold – she had claimed that Stonebeard was from Valdaran but the gold had no markings or imprints to reveal any origin. Nothing to be told from it.

We left after learning that she had a contact at the inn of the crossroads just ask for Stonebeard by name to the barkeep. There was a dispute among us over the deal. The deal was that she’d answer our questions and we would leave and not come back for two days time to give her escaping room. We made it and left, but once outside the group turned. They wanted to go back in and take her. Even though she had warned about some kind of monsters that turn metal to rust I was not afraid to go back in…its just that we made a deal. Only Quinn and I rejected the idea of returning. Then Benedict spoke with Gunther about the ends not justifying the means and he to rejected it. Again Niccolo looked upset.

We traveled and camped for the night. Now we would begin the search for Tam. Benedict said the best place to start would be in Ressex. So we head there tomorrow.

Gunther experimented with the ring tonight. He went to Ruscalos to return the amulet. ( it was decided in the group that I was to hold the ring. This was made after I asked how the assassin was able to resist Agni’s spell. A strong will can deflect it…I only hope my stubbornness can do the same).

Ruscalos contacted me in my head tonight. It was quite strange. Gunther showed up at his place with blood pouring from his ears. He would be fine the next day. I was relieved he was not more wounded. I informed the group and we decided to keep travelling. I am staying away from Agni. I have said many harsh things to him since he has been back…all deserved…but it doesn’t make me the better for it.

Sheldsmet 5

Just outside the town of Waldirth. Gunther returned but he has a hefty bill to pay Ruscalos for the healing. Agni and Niccolo say don’t worry about it…we can do it much later. Benedict, Theo and I quickly volunteer our share of the money from Saddorax’s den top Gunther. He almost had enough and then Roxanne offered. He took the money back.

While he was gone Benedict had a short terse conversation with Niccolo about not influencing Gunther because Gunther has asked for moral guidance. Niccolo’s mood decreases.

However I did learn that I can hunt. Benedict told me that it is a right of passage to catch an animal larger than dog and keep it without getting permission if you killed it with your bare hands. The first time I tried I bag a buck with 7 points. It was very primal… energies… roaring… I am not the poet necessary to describe it.

Sheldsmet 8

We arrived in Ressex. The group let me down. The gave the ring to Agni again and he returns in an hour. They didn’t immediately ask for it back. I talked later with Benedict about this and he says perhaps they were waiting to see who would ask for it back as well. Now Agni wants to take a trip tomorrow. Oh… and his big important reason to use the ring was to get money. Gold is worth more hear so if you trade your gold here for silver you get a lot more than its worth or something like that. So after going to a nice working class inn the Hammer and Mace and meeting Benedicts fighter friend Brag. Agni hired him to look after him for the day. And that whole day he spent changing gold to silver!

I spent the day at the forge. It was largest forge and the most glorious temple to Mulciber I had ever seen. They asked me if he was my patron. If I choose Mulciber and later seek out Baelthor or Sarpedon I would turn my back to him. I would never do that so I will wait to choose. It was a solid day for me and it prepared me for the night. I gave the temple a gold piece and headed to the inn to meet the group.

A cloaked female, smelling of spices, was seeking Roxanne. Tam wants to meet us. We go through the slums to a nice place. She says some weird word past iron statues on either side of the door.

Tam wore red robes and was leaning on a staff-- at first he looks old but his skin looks a little cracked and looks dead…eyes sunken…cold bluish light behind his eyes..skin pulled back from his teeth. “So you found me..good boy good. “

It was a deep scraggly voice that reeked of death. He and Quinn spoke for a while. I heard Tam say much about Quinn’s character that I had already noted and it made me feel uneasy about it. Quinn is one of 6 that Tam created all the others are dead. The first three self destructed they were flawed. Second killed by king in foreign land. And the last was killed by the Manslayer. Tam knew it was not a mistake to make him younger this time. He said that the Manslayer needs to be defeated and Quinn is the one to do it The Manslayer was a blight to the force of tyranny. Tam didn’t know where he came from…but his goals are to conquer. He conquered Tam’s world and now seeks to rule it. Tam was part of a group of the most powerful wizards and the Manslayer made them bow. He escaped and he knew the secret to defeat him.

When the Manslayer is dead Tam returns to his world.

Quinn’s existence is not tied to his. Geldemar failed in other worlds including his own. Tam’s from Abier-toril. The black elves are called Drow there and the gray dwarves are Duegar. They are from his world.

Rothgarfarius also works for Manslayer. Name of Tam’s nation is Thay which sounds a lot like Thet. Rulers of his old world enslaved to Manslayer. He learned about the prophecy from a mage named Elminster; when he learned it Tam killed him. However, Geldemar isn’t totally dead now so I wonder about this Elminster. He then told us that the Manslayer is a psychic, which explains our first piece. Tam told us that other groups in other worlds failed to stop him. The Manslayer used them to collect the pieces he needed to defeat their world. Which explains why we are all still alive considering the Manslayer knows to the prophecy. So we have more to collect. Maybe that’s why he took Gayla to find out what he needs us to find. Those other groups either joined him, were corrupted by him or were killed. I know I will have to be slain, but I wonder if Agni has already been corrupted.

The Rod was such a piece from the first world the Manslayer’s world. With this rod he made a prison to keep Manslayer’s worlds gods in. If we break it we can’t undo those prisons.

Tam asks Quinn if Gerard is still alive its an old buddy of his. Quinn grew all serious with this and I could tell it was a close friend of his now. I hope that relationship is not torn now. After all Theo was planted but now they are true friends.

Xorrin the druid the one who took Gayla is from Tam’s world he is the one who would often rip faces off of those he murdered so perhaps he was the one. Xorrin is a unique creature who believes himself more than one..even magick is tricked -- Many people in one body not possessed. Then Tam took Niccolo aside to speak with him alone, after Gunther had shown him to full prophecy. Niccolo came out carrying Salvazia’s dead body. This report is dry and not very emotional. My time with Tam was unsettling. He is a creature of dire evil who seeks to aid us in saving our world so that his is freed. I accept his help and asked many questions hoping to give Salvazia her proof and then he killed Salvazia. Right now Niccolo suffers and none can help him. I will simply stand by his side and wait. It is what I do.

Game Thirteen

August 24, 2002

Sheldsmet 9, 10th year since foundation

We met with Capt. Falwith and took him up on his offer. Agni, Niccolo and Roxanne all left to visit Futterscharte I really wanted to visit home myself but couldn’t bring myself to ask it of Agni. Agni says he must go under a code name for agents against his father may be looking for him. He is now the kabalist of dreams…..couldn’t have been anything simple could it. He actually ported into the boat and tried to scare all of the sailors whom I had come to know as hard working honest men. Everything Agni does just grates on me more and more. I must find and end to it or I will not help him or myself from this disservice. He only came back to the boat for our help. It seemed that he has to fight against a master – there was complications over his ceremony. He actually admits being a little over his head. That was promising. He actually saw a flaw in himself.

Sheldsmet 10

Agni and Roxanne show up again… they got some pain from the journey. Agni had won his magickal duel. Roxanne looks pleased.

Sheldsmet 12

We arrived in the port of Whitewall this afternoon.

Whitewall is kind of on a hill side…angled from the river. Where the town and sea meet there are white cliffs that drop off…a castle can be seen up at one point. I must say it is striking for a cliff…as striking as the ocean that juts up against it. The ocean….it is a mighty big pond! Roxanne was stuck to the core by it. I can’t say as I blame her. It was --- without description. I’m glad to have come this far. The cliffs shone with reflection cast off the waves. And soon we are going to be on it. I wonder what creatures lurk beneath those waves?

No one took lead so I lead the group to the first available inn… there was some guy passed out in front of a fish sign. Perhaps I chose it knowing that Agni would think it was foul. I know not. While we sat and planned the next league of our trip I heard a shout from outside. I walked to the door and saw Alexander resplendent as usual astride a horse holding up a man he claimed to be thief. He espied me and called in surprise. He had just seen his father off from the port. He had freed the man and convinced him to return home. I questioned him a bit about his companion and once horse…thinking with more suspicion. I lost this man’s tracks…he hid something…perhaps only an ability to not be found but still that was something. He blamed the death of his horse on the servant. He seemed completely surprised that this man was also dead. But the servant was found next to the horse. How could Alexander have missed that? Alexander went off to find a guard while I rejoined the others to tell them what I had found. They seemed surprised…all save for Niccolo who wears all black now and seems greatly morose. However he does have reason…I just hope it doesn’t corrupt him too much.

We adjourned to the room while Niccolo and Brag went off to join Alexander. Brag was introduced to our inability to decide…should we let Alexander back in. I couldn’t imagine how to dump him…he saw it as his duty to accompany us.

Hector had sent us more letters…human merchants and dwarf fights in Kreuzund…the message in the letters increase in urgency. Arguing over finer points of law…gossip that a group of merchants and Eisennstaadt were invited to dwarven kingdom and were killed to a man inside the dwarven kingdom…repercussions…merchant fall out. Some talk in darker places that merchants are getting fed up with dwarves…holding out on them and oppression and getting into the mines themselves would be better for them…. talk they might march on the dwarves.

At this point we are far from home but decide to check it our by using the ring to port from the ship to home and back. Roxanne actually managed to get passage on ship. But, after all this is her thing being a priestess of Betshaba. We will pay extra for Mica and any damages she causes. While Roxanne was getting this deal bartered (the first deal they made didn’t include Alexander or his horse) Brag and Niccolo began drinking quite heavily. I hoped not too much would happen of it but I was wrong. When the boys got up to leave to look at ships Brag accidentally took his mug with him. The bouncer and probably bar champ came after him to get it. Of course the drunken bastards got angry in return and Brag through a swing. A fight began. We watched – I knew in this land that it wasn’t bad to fight in the streets…not like in Wayfare. Brag held his own for a bit, but eventually fell, perhaps being a little worse for wear for drink. The bouncer looked around him for the mug and couldn’t find it. So, he picked up Brag, I asked where he was taking him. The bouncer said he would have to work off the cost of the mug. Thinking that fair I was letting it go, but then Agni the asshole stepped in. He used his mind control to make the man forget Brag. It was disgusting…yet again he changed someone’s mind for no good reason!! He had no control!!! I was about to slug him but hard – so I simply left. Cowardly and unable to control my emotions boiling away inside of me I left in disgust. I could only picture myself crushing Agni beneath my fists. Instead of facing it – I ran! I’m not sure how long it will take me to get over that. I fled to the temple of Baelthor. The priest there was extremely kind and helpful, as usual. I find such solace in holy places these days. Do they provide the solitude I so long for? I explained as mush as I could and bawled like an ignorant child. I broke. I listened to his words of rationale and found solace in them and goals to strive towards. But will I ever find the solid ground I so easily stood upon in Janos? I stay this night in the shrine to Mulciber to hammer away at my thoughts.

Gunther visited me here. We leave tomorrow. He had yelled at Agni – and stopped a fight between Agni and Benedict. I had learned from the priest here that Benedict is known for having a temper. I wonder if that is common amongst earth worshipers? Gunther sounded as pained as I was. At least we gave each other comfort in the strange behaviors of my race. But we both feel like we have failed. Gunther as our pseudo leader and I for not finding some way to help save Agni’s soul. He has left the group. I feel partially responsible. Gunther said that Benedict suggested that Agni may have already served his purpose. I fear we lost him to the corruption of the Manslayer. And fear more so that Niccolo may be next. We spoke giving what solace we could and he left me to the forge. At least he understands.

Damhar 6

We boarded The Lady’s kiss on Sheldsmet 13, but not before Benedict said that if anyone didn’t want him there he would leave. No one spoke and for once I was glad for it. Captain Andros gave us our assignments on board. I took heavy toil work and spent most of my time doing that, learning to fish…watching this amazing creature called a dolphin. It was a good trip save one violent storm that almost toppled us. Quinn told me later in privacy that he saw a dragon in the waterspout that came near the ship. I had approached him while he was climbing the rigging. He seemed happy there. We talked much. And I didn’t like as Theo had advised. I spoke as I usually do and he seemed to accept that. It was friendly. We told each other much. I told him of Berig as we spoke of prophecies…he is much concerned with those. I hoped that my dire one could help him deal with his. It may have. We spoke long. He told me of Garad – I had seen his face when Tam called him an old friend. Garad is Quinn’s father figure. He took him in after his parents died, but we know his parents are a lie. He is concerned that this man is not real in intent either – just some instrument of Tam’s. I reminded him that Theo started out not caring either, but grew to love him. Perhaps this Garad would be the same. I even brought up fighting. At least it seems we can talk more openly now and less offensive for him. I hope we reached common ground. He seemed greatly pleased by my offer to watch him with his weapon. After all I have to craft him a weapon to defeat Manslayer with. He also promises to talk to Niccolo—after I told him my fears. Perhaps I can even be friends with Quinn.

Then in the middle of the trip Gunther and Theo and Quinn were to head for home to find out about Hector’s rumours, and Quinn to talk to Garad. Theo and Gunther traveled first. It seemed only minutes to us…but both of them returned changed. Gunther aged 50 years with a tattoo of a compass on his chest. It looked to me vaguely like the symbol of chaos. What had happened to them there. Niccolo the priest of Betshaba from the ship and I tended them both. Niccolo told us that Theo had new wounds that looked years older. How long were they gone for them?? And why does Theo seemed only 5 years aged. Hopefully Mordencainen can offer answers and help them both. Gunther is a little slower and the Captain tried to go easier on him from his chores. I spoke to the Captain in private and asked him to stop that. I felt like Gunther would not want that kind of charity. How much our lives have changed since we started and how much our lives have changed on the watery trip. I can’t imagine what is next.

Game Fourteen

September 7, 2002

Damhar 27, 10th year since foundation

We are travelling through Graywing on our way to Strongholme. We hired a local guide by the name of Andros. He doesn’t wear pants. In fact most of the men here don’t wear pants. It is rather strange. This whole nation is rather strange. The women do most of the work while the men lounge around and socialize. Very odd, but I suppose it works for them. I don’t know if the women are happy but it is there choice. But I just don’t like this place much. It all seems so unnatural. So man made… in fact from what I’ve been told there are no wild animals. I saw evidence of some smaller rodents, but even those they trap to eat. They get most of their food by buying it. One man makes a killing by having a deer farm. He’s domesticated deer to sell their meet. Odd. That’s all I can say about this place…odd.

Sultain 2

We arrived in Strongholme. We immediately went to another mage’s guild where we discovered that Mordencainen was killed 6 months ago. It happened on the bridge over the Demos River. A man in black wearing a large floppy hat appeared…stabbed Mordencainen and dumped him over the bridge. We went to the bridge knowing that there would be no leads after 6 months times. I suggested that perhaps we head into the mountains to find some of the order of the Hermitage which Mordencainen may have had ties with. That’s when the man with the floppy hat approached us. He was a follower of St. Chlodomer.

And he claimed that Alexander was guilty of blasphemy for wearing a red symbol of Vortumnus. He was taking him away for questioning. I knew a little of these followers and knew that they weren’t interested in being gentle with their questioning, and Alexander could easily die at their hands. I protested this along with Gunther, but then Niccolo called me the lawful one of the group who should go along with it. It stung. I traveled willingly with his sister through our lands when by law I should have turned her in to my friend. Why does he see me this way. Because I had problems with all the secrets and lies??? He’s changing and we are apart. I don’t know if the rift can be closed. Roxanne put up very mild protestations but later when I visited the temple of Betshaba to check on Alexander I was surprised to see her there. I walked in with her and watched to see if she would ask about Alexander…she didn’t so I broached it. Seems the priestesses were useless against the followers. I can’t imagine that all priestesses possess such little command and power. I retired to the temple of Baelthor for some peace.

Later on that night at the inn I watched as a man propositioned Roxanne. She said she wasn’t working and he immediately turned to me and asked it of me! I was stunned. That had never happened before. I asked him to leave, but he was reticent. I tried to explain that I wasn’t a whore but a smith. He laughed at that and continued with his efforts. It took a well placed growl from Mica to deter him. The experience was disgusting. I mean it might have been different if he had not thought I was a whore… I don’t know how Roxanne gets pleasure from it all.

Sultain 4

I am in the house of Mordencainen now. He wasn’t dead. In fact he sent his people to fetch us from Strongholme. They broke in at night and dragged us out. I awoke in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my temple. A man in black with mask over his mouth stood over me with a kerchief over bottle and holds over mouth. I was able to watch him because I kept my normal eye shut. I tried not to breathe. Then he touched my forehead when I made my body collapse as if I was in slumber. But after he touched my forehead he looked upset and took out a needle and stuck me in my neck. I fought it off…he touched my forehead again…again disappointed and began striking me with a bag of rocks.

I awoke in a small 10 ft by 10 ft stone room. By the smell it is probably underground. Agni was with us and Mica, Benedict, Quinn, and Theo were not. I helped rouse the group. Brag came to along with me and began the same. Then Mordencainen appeared. I was enraged. I had not been without Mica for many years and I was worried about the others. I struck at the man, but my blows passed through him as if he were a ghost – Magick!! He told us that he was testing us to see if we were worthy of the prophecy. There was an exit we had to get through before another group that was also in the dungeon did. My anger flared more. How dare he!! A game…we traveled this far and had been through so much to play his little game!! The arrogance of him!! Or perhaps even of me, but I had to walk through his traps loosing my best friend along the way and watching Niccolo die as well. It was a horrible maneuver on his part. Why was Geldemar friends with this man? Or do I assume that.

Niccolo was lost to some type of bat flying cloaks. They trapped him up front while the rest of us tried to get to him. But we were too late. We picked him up and went forth. We found a crypt room with all of our names on the crypts. Brag’s name is apparently Braghaman Larathian. Even Manslayer and Geldemar was there. Curiously absent was Alexander’s name. What is his story. Whey does he disappear before we meet those who bear magick?

Later on we fought something called an efreet. It had a humanoid shape made of fire. It bargained with us. If we defeated it..then a wish would be ours. If we didn’t then he would be set free. He held no love for Mordencainen who apparently had trapped it there. If we didn’t fight we could simply pass through. But both Gunther and I looked at Niccolo. We knew we had to fight. And amazingly enough Agni helped out in this one..conjuring fire on it. It angered him and allowed use to wound it. We won and Niccolo returned to us. Then we met up with spider creatures of all types. Half spider half human… giant spiders…. They all lead to a trap. We actually took some time to figure out this trap and I think for the first time we worked very well as a group. We got through it fairly easily me in the back with the fire bombs I had made and Brag and Gunther in the lead. I was too injured to be at the front anymore so I took the middle. But the hallway that lead to the exit was guarded by 6 minotaurs with very large bows and axes. Gunther, Niccolo and again amazingly Agni took the front of the stairs. Agni was to use his charms to get one of the monster on our side…but not without snide comments of how we like it now when he uses them. Does he truly not see the difference. I like his company not…but he was begrudgingly useful for the first time. In fact..instrumental in getting us out of there. Well some of us. The charms and missles worked for a time. The Minotaur vacated the room. They lined the hallway that led out. We shot with bows at first…picking them off slowly, but then Niccolo and Gunther charged into the fray. I wasn’t sure why but was caught up in their fervor. I followed. Only to watch my best friend and Niccolo cut down in one swing. I was shocked – my fervor ebbed as did the life of my friends. I backed up letting my logic take over. The arrows continued, but our advantage diminished. Eventually Agni charmed one of them to let us go. But they wouldn’t let Brag go with us…he had hurt them. I was not about to leave. Agni urged me to go…but I saw no sincertiy..just him knowing that perhaps Roxanne would be displeased if he left me. But Brag convinced me…he told me to go..it was his choice. But I knew what I would do. Once Agni and Roxanne where safely out I would turn and fight with Brag..hopefully splitting them by taking them from the rear. Then it got ugly as we passed Niccolo and Gunther I gathered their corpses. Mordencainen would bring them back or pay. The minotaurs balked…they wanted to eat them!!!! Agni seemed content with this at first but knew I would not yield. Somehow he got us through with it…I wasn’t paying attention for as I held Gunther my rage grew again towards Mordencainen. We got out somehow with Brag in tow. We had made it but at what cost. Mordencainen waited for us. I drew my weapons and advanced….ordering him in my own righteous arrogance to bring back my friends. He said that it would tire him too much. I was disgusted! That son of a bitch. How could I have built him up in my head as so much like Geldemar only to find this. He was pleased we had made it through but now pleased that some loyalties were not made..with that he glanced at Agni. We bickered Mordenkainen and I , as I tried to force him to heal my friends. I was just about to strike at him when Agni told me to go ahead. That there was no one he would rather see dead then me and that he would deal with Mordencainen after I had. I had thought the prophecy dead with Gunther and Niccolo – but Agni taking care of it?? Then I remembered Tam…the other groups had failed – arrogance and corruption. Even though I felt justified in my wrath I was still being fueled by arrogance. I stopped and walked away hoping to find another ally to defeat the Manslayer with. Mordenkainen then sent Agni to fetch me, but I turned and saw the bastard mage heal my friends. He wouldn’t put the prophecy at risk after all it seems. I am unsure what he will say to us or how he will help. I am unsure what the future holds for us…but we are a group and must win.

Game Fifteen

September 21, 2002

Sultain 4, 10th year since foundation

We have had our meeting with Mordencainen. I have gone from enraged to thoughtful. His methods I still detest, but he seems honest about his willingness to help us. I have learned much during my stay in his tower. He traveled from Oerth to ours…following Manslayer..trying to help the heroes that were fated to stop him. He thinks this may be Manslayer’s last place. Manslayer used some kind of portals to travel between worlds. He has detected no new portal in our world. Why would Manslayer stop here? What plans does he have. He has learned much about us, for Manslayer also told us about Alexander --- that name is the pseudonym that Manslayer had used in other worlds. Alexander is Manslayer?? Then why did he speak with me so quietly about me reminding him of a smith he used to know? It is strange. I wonder if we have blown Mordencanen’s cover. I hope not.

There’s more to the prophecy.

These shall strive forth
With wise teacher soul shriven
They shall foil his strife North
And find their way despite arrogance given
Then come forth exiled bred
A man of dark past to do right
His device with blood shall run red
Strong heart to love he must fight
With weapons few and hearts too hard
They will strike a king
the death stained sword to take
And with that blade aloft
Shall find down his guard
The soul of the teacher be free!
Union will he make
But here mortal danger lies
The sword a soul within is forged
Be of strong heart heroes!
This auger cries
Or else upon thy own soul the sword is gorged

It seems the prophecy has taken different forms in each world. There is also a group of others that will be against us. Among them may include: Toril – a mad Druid Xorrin, a warrior Manchun(betrayed and now dead ) a cleric, Kraken…creature there, an Oerthian ranger albino with black hound, female illusionist multi colored robes, allied with Iouz a demigod who has since been imprisoned, Ahlana a drow witch, powerful psychic Keldric McArdry, and of course the doppleganger…Rothgafarius.

We did learn a weakness of The Manslayer he is physically blind…cannot be snuck up on unless that person is psychically protected. The staff he carries is the Rod of 7 parts….powerful artifact. In his world the Sword of Kos can defeat it.

It has been brought here by someone attempting to escape manslayer. One of his names is Uther. He was eventually corrupted went mad and was defeated. The sword was lost here. It’s been found about 10 years ago. Found in possessions of pirates in Mendar. Every man on ship killed due to corruption of sword. The ship was found off the coast of Eerideia. Royal troops found sword and was locked in the kings vaults.

There is some hope from Mordencainen besides the fact that destroying the rod will bring back Geldemar. There are other guys here that can help us. Those from other worlds. Warrior guy running around named Ahiro Tetsubo… he’s from Oerth. He lead the original group. He is here somewhere but don’t know where. There is also a good Drow named by Drizz’t D’orden. If he’s here he will be trying to fight manslayer. Also some creature called Xantriph -- rather powerful creature it’s a beholder. Killed someone like Quinn we learned from Tam. Not the most savory of creatures…criminal master mind. Xentarum worked for Manslayer for a while. Xantriph left because disagreed to it.

The magickal barriers, that protect our world, don’t exist to Manslayer, nor to Manslayer.

Manslayer does have a steed – Nightmare and a blue dragon. Both of which we have had evidence to here.

6000 years before defeated Mordi’s world he was a wind duke of Aqua. 7 were upholders of law against chaos. He was one that became corrupt. They built the rod to protect them. He took it from them and killed them. After he killed them somehow the rod was broken.

We all took a break I hunted… while we all sat around a fire and talked as a group. We decided to trust him for now. Mordencainen has the ring now and will be looking at Geldemar’s tower for a planar book that he believes could cause great damage to our world if used. Agni revealed to us that he has the planar book that he was talking about it. He has been using the informational part not the activation part but feels like he could use it. I saw danger in his eyes, but of course later Roxanne took his side again believing he would not use it. And people call me naïve.

During this same meeting Mordencainen tried to heal old wounds. He though at first my hatred was irrational believing that as a worshiper of Baelthor I held prejudices on mind magick. He believed this until I explained how he used it..then he agreed that it was indeed rape. It then turned into a huge discussion. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit ganged up on. We have to be tight to succeed, I agree with that…but I don’t know how I can forgive him. He is so …so…. I just can’t dwell on that now. It is obvious that Agni has no intention of changing right now…no intention of saying he was wrong. I must find some way. I just feel so…. I mustn’t focus on that. How do we become a unit with this over us. I wish that my mother was here to advise. I mean the ass wouldn’t even submit to the question of whether or not he was sorry for what he did under a truth spell…he knows he lies and that should prove it to everyone including Roxanne, but of course it didn’t.

As part of truth Brag stepped us and told us of himself. He is nobility. His father was a second son that left his land and started a bandit. His father was eventually found and killed. He was vague about whether or not he worked with his father. I wonder. But that is Brag’s story to tell. I wouldn’t know how to begin to find closeness with he or others in this group. Roxanne thinks I isolate her and rebuff her. I tried to explain to her that I lived my life as a hermit. How could she be so damn imperceptive? How can I share with someone whom I don’t trust?

We now plan on going to Eerideia to find the sword of Kos. Agni believes the king has it now and is being influenced. We will go and join with his father who is fighting against the king. I do not look forward to this journey. Agni could easily have me dispatched. I will guard my words and actions.

Sultain 27

We hit dense woods near Agni’s home and for the first time in my life I felt LOST!!?? Then my eye starts glowing pink along with ring and mace .. Roxanne had cast some spell that had gone awry. But then I saw that our tracks were gone. Then the light was gone.

And then a Big shiny disk was going by us fast. Almost as if the passage of time was occurring rapidly. What strange woods were we in and how could we find the way out. Acorns were popping up out of the ground after being buried. Sheep skin placed under the ground popped up as a newly formed sheep. We lashed ourselves together after Quinn, Theo, and Benedict were snatched away from us. Then Mica began going in circles – and she burst into flame after coughing. Magick was going haywire in this woods. A blood red gem in Agni’s chest…grumpy face in it kept repeating “I’m watching you.” He had got this from Tam. I wonder why he went to the man. I think even more proof of Agni’s character…again ignored by the others.

Finally we reached a perfect little glade.

And a perfectly beautiful little girl greeted Agni by running to him and jumping in his arms. He had been to this place before and knew his mother. He called the child a fairy girl. Had we gone to someplace else? The mother was unbelievably attractive and held kindness for Agni. She would show us home. She looked upon Agni for a moment and a beautiful expression of sadness crossed her face. She asked him to stay…that he had become twisted….did she know? Would this woman’s look of loss change him…finally make him realize? The little girl lead us out and I asked her if she would look for our friends and do the same. She promised and I believed her.

We waited the night outside the woods hoping they would return to us. I am quite worried but I believe that Manslayer would have a hard time finding Quinn in those woods. While we rested I heard a peasant scrounging for wood. Agni didn’t want to be seen, so I scared him away by making pig sounds.

Game Sixteen

October 19, 2002

Samhain 14, 10th year since foundation

All of our group is together now. The others successfully found their way out of the forest of the fairies. When we have time I will have to ask them how. But for now we plan with Agni and his father a way to take over the king’s country and free the sword. Roxanne still believes that she should hold the sword. After talking long with Quinn I think he believes that I should wield it. With hubris I admit the thought crossed my mind…but that is hubris and admittedly concern. I do not know what any of our group would do with such power. I trust in my simpleness and faith in the earth to keep me balanced if ever I faced such temptation. I have no need for power that great. Perhaps that is why Quinn believes in my hand. I do not know. For now our plan is for Agni to use a spell to take it to our bag of holding.

Samhain 16

Our group goes to war. We ride these unsteady ship to wage war upon the city of Kyroklos. I may have to fight innocents simply fighting for their home, oblivious as I once was to the politics of the rich. I remember now my mother often reminding me in training that no blow should be held back. If they mean to kill then so should I. Also I remember her drunken moments of silent remembering. I suppose the bravado was to keep her sane. So I will arm myself with her strength. Theo still plans to fight to yield. In fact that is all I do on these shaky mounts. I watch us plan and try to work together. We have no passion for each other…no soul….little love. Even Gunther, in whom I could always find a good companion looks suddenly saddened. Is he so scared by his sudden aging. Quinn told me much about Gunther and Theo’s trip into another dimension. Mordencainen had known the story and passed it to Quinn. Gunther spent 600 years in another place trying to find his way back to us… his way home. But he left another home to come here. Gunther had studied for many years becoming a mighty mage in that plane. He continuously cloned Theo to keep him alive. Mordencainen gave Gunther the ring because he had met Gunther in this place in a previous time. Its confusing. Quinn says neither of them remember it now…but why does Gunther look so tired. Could he perhaps remember some of it and yearn for the power he once wielded so that he may help us now? Or is he disturbed by so many years lost and the change in his physical appearance? He has not worn his steel since he returned…not hefted his mighty axe…is that gone from him now? Would he even forge again? But is now the time for this kind of talk. We should be strong. I feel weak seeing all of this and not being able to reach out to those I care about. Niccolo, I feel is gone from me. I finished the sword I made for him and had Quinn sneak it to him. He does not wield it now. Perhaps I insulted him with the Theshian carvings…perhaps he does not trust the steel…and perhaps I should have given it to him myself. Ach…. I am so eager to talk and yet find it hard to begin. Once I start I can continue with ease, but beginning is the hardest part. Those who survive this may find me changed…our priestess does little to comfort all of us..she spends too much time basking in the glory of Agni – which he is shining down on her. He does seem more noble here…perhaps he is trying to change…but again I will wait it out and see.

I watch as Agni makes his grand speech of princely courageousness. I watch Admiral Maxentius and see no stirring in him..but feel it in the common men.

Samhain 17

Agni approached us, he has been sleeping with the common men strangely enough. He says the Seneschal (from before Agni had left home) Demetrius that got demoted to cook doesn’t trust the Magus or the Admiral (he is a Narisian). The Admiral’s prestige is from a very speculative battle he won against pirates. Somehow against the odds they won. The previous Cpt. of Narisian navy died under mysterious conditions. How can we use this information when we barely trust each other?

Nollaig 1

We arrived in Kyroklos. The battle began. Theo and I did our part throwing barrels of water on the fires that started from quite impressive fireballs flung at us from the watchtower. Our navy tried to break the lines and succeded with some losses. Agni pulled off some stunning magickal maneuvers forcing one opposing Captain to give the call to abandon ship. The Admiral took us in to port, not slowing for a second. I thought surely we would crash and braced for impact, but he swung the ship around surprisingly fast, taking out half of a dock, and stopped for us to debark.

Our troop followed us. As we marched through town I saw white rags and even underwear hanging on the doors and no troops in sight. I queried on of our troops and was told it meant that there were no troops inside and the residents had no intent of trying to stop us. Some of my anxieties were released in that moment.

We ran down the road to the portcullis to let in Agni’s father and the mercenaries. The arches on top spotted us and split their force to stop us. Arrows rained around us. Quinn and some others leapt to the portcullis to climb. I saw Brag and Benedict head towards a door at the bottom of the tower and headed there myself only feeling a momentary pang for missing a good climb. I was amazed at the amount of magic our group was using up. We had not even reached our main objective and they were flinging spells as if we had. With no time to consider I asked some troops to head back to guard our rear, fearing an ambush from the castle. They stared at me waiting for an order. I was off guard… I was to order them. Agni called to them to do just that and they left. Agni and Brag had been working on the large oaken door. It would not budge, I gave it yet another heave leaving little mark to it. Then I pulled out my hammer and began real labour. I thought men might be in wait on the other side, but Mica should make short work of them once the door was free. It took some time, and in that amount Gunther was able to take some down along with Agni who had abandoned the door for the portcullis. I saw that Roxanne and Brag were being hurt by the rain of arrows so I ordered the men ar0und us to cover us with their shields. I didn’t even turn to the – just kept my eye on the job so to speak. So my words can be strong…I just have to wait for the proper time to use them. With a loud crack the door feel – the dust settled and three men stood at the end of the corridor with bolts aimed. “Mica breathe!” She managed to kill one and severely wound the other. Before I could close, Niccolo sprinted past me and dispatched them, but not before narrowly avoiding a waterfall of oil from above.

Before I entered the tower I saw Quinn swing up to the top of the parapets and a moment later tell tell blue goo came over the age…that impetuous man! I saw that Theo had not noticed yet and kept it to myself…we may have needed his steady arm. I ordered half of the soldiers that were left in behind Niccolo and then Brag who had pulled Roxanne into the shelter and was shielding her. Perhaps he too has taken a liking for her. She is beautiful and weak – I suppose most men are attracted to that.

Then Gunther gave a warning cry from our rear. King Tiberius was heading our way. An ambush was coming and it was barreling down on my unsteeled friend. With no thought I reached out to nature and asked her to grow. The grasses leapt to my call and ensnared the King’s steed giving Gunther room to move and blocking the road for the King and his mean. At least for a time making it more difficult. Perhaps we had the edge now for the King carried a glowing red sword. The Agni bellowed for the man to drop his sword, to surrender and spare his own miserable hide… and the King did. The battle was over..the gates were lifted and Agni’s dad came in. The man looked pleased. His grin unsettled me, as many times Agni’s had. He unsheathed his own sword and it was dread. Carved into it was a skull – and it brought with it foreboding. The sword of Kas was never in the true King’s hand, but in Agni’s father. We had help defeat the good king and put evil and corruption on the throne. My spell faded and my mind swirled as I witnessed through the dust of the encroaching mercenaries Agni’s father lift the sword of Kas and bring it down on a good man...

Game Eighteen

November 23, 2002

Nollaig 3, 10th year since foundation

I woke up in Geldemar’s tower. Gunther and Niccolo dead and this unyielding sense of guilt and responsibility still plagues my waking hours as well as my dreams. I feel angry and lost. I go up to the top to view my mountains to gain some strength from them - to feel at home again. The view is from a different angle but I feel strength enter me. Enough for now… I left to face the group.

Mordencainen has finished his list. He reads to us the items that can defeat the Manslayers staff. Alexander Crownwarden…. I flash back to the same moment in time that I always think .. I reminded him of a smith he used to know. It was so real…was it true? Or did he in some way wish to gain my confidence. Is there a real man under that armour? And what happened to him to make him the way he is now. The list continues on … ten items to bring back Geldemar. Ten items which all mean Mordencanen’s death.

1. the greysword - Koramia
2. the kopsh of Amenhotep - Deshret
3. the Magesword – Lun Dorak
4. the sword of Kas – Dracia
5. The Imperial Sceptre – the Peaks of the Wyrm
6. The Orb of Annihilation – Over the Sands of Death
7. The Axe of the dragon Kings – The Dragonlands
8. The Spear of Chuculainn – The Webwood Forest
9. Augrepelexdremaltine – The City of Zeth
10. The Black Stone of Destiny – Hageria

And yet he reads on…emotionless…hard…I wonder if I look that way to the others my eye glistening in the torch light as his does now. How many emotions are left unread do to the loss of one simple feature..the eyes. How much we read in them. I watch no others this night. Deshret….. the Sands of Death…. Hageria…all I have heard of. The prophecy lies broken before us. My theory with Mordencainen may be 0ur only hope…then of course there’s the comfortable path that they had already served their part of the prophecy. Glistening gems in the light…unreadable mask of solitude.

Confusion….grief…anger…loss… how will I cope. My emotions tangle before me. I speak words of empty passion…we must go. First to my Pop’s for word from allies, then in search of a mage to use the ring. Again a thought towards Gunther. I push it back..no time for mourning...

Then on towards Wayfare to find Bryn Kennwyn the minstrel from Hageria. Perhaps he will know of this Black Stone of Destiny. I speak….the rest nod…we leave. Quinn and Theo stay behind to rest and heal.

When we reached Fuder schart we saw wooden walls being built. 6 border forts have gone down.

Reports of scouting missions from Thet near here.

Mom tells us they have 200 men including 3 priests to defend our town from the army. Only one other town is between my home and them. Flashes again…. Mercenaries raping women…burning temples…black smoke choking us. Death…destruction…my family in the midst. Anger boiling…. Fear reaches out to me and dies against the sea of bitterness and wrath. And yet I stand helpless against its tide… useless again to protect the ones I love. Mom even asked me to stay and I heard the word no. The walk up to pops seemed longer and without cheer. A rustle in a nearby bush brought my weapons up and I heard my voice bark out at it. Mica I sent to flush it out. Brag pulled his own weapons. The standoff ended when a naked teenage boy stood up and began to speak in a strange language. Benedict cast to understand. The boy’s name is Tobin…he is from Faerun the home of Mordencainen. He is not from here….he looks like a fighter but refuses weapons. We take him with us.

We reached Pop’s at dusk. He puts me to work and I am somewhat glad for the diversion, but missed out on the introductions of his two visitors. Childishly I try to listen in but Pop flanks my moves. A smile crosses my lips and I am glad. My home…sanctuary.

At dinner...his guests are a mage and an actual half elf. Eireamnon is a human mage from Hageria. And Morrell is the half elven priest of Aridnus. They thought that I was so lawful…wonder what they’ll think of Morrell. They were looking for Geldemar… so I think they will join us…we need a mage. I spoke to Pop about war….. I learned that we do it too….that raping is considered a spoil of war. I must find some way to deal with this. It is such a righteous belief of mine. And everyone seems fine with it. I was angry at Pops but before I could boil over he reigned me in as usual. I had never asked. I would have known if I had tried to find out about it…but I hadn’t. I told him of Gunther and he .. helped. I can’t be responsible for everything. It is a selfish feeling. My family and friends can take care of themselves. I left Gunther’s belongings with him.

Nollaig 4

I went hunting to clear my head. I still feel anger to near the surface. I noticed Roxanne getting ready to leave with the new priest Morrell. She says goodbye and leaves with no explanation. She is going to the Rose. I know it… she is putting herself in danger…she may die…just like the others….alone.

I gut the dear…Tobin comes up and helps…he is able. The others ask about Roxanne, I tell them briefly what I know…they suggest we shouldn’t leave her alone. I agree and we leave taking a shortcut I know of. We join the two of them a while later. Roxanne looks perturbed. We walk with her…. She visits the temple and then the Rose.

While waiting at the Rose with Tobin, Benedict, and Eireamnon Tobin gains the eye of a whore…he tries to convert her from her ways. It was amusing…and good company I must admit. Eireamnon has a good sense about him…he is older. He must have traveled a lot.

After two hours Roxanne and Morrell finally come in and she goes and talks to Lessa the Madame. Tobin starts to look tense. They leave with Lessa. And Tobin tries to get us to stop her. He muscles tense as if ready for battle but he speaks instead. I see that 6 men have gathered around us ready for a fight. I see that Eireamnon saw as well. Again I try to arm Tobin and he refuses. Them Morrell returns alone…. No Roxanne….he leaves in a huff. What happened?? No words…no explanations….no Roxanne….alone……anger bubbling. I get up and try to find her…..

The last thing I remember was arguing with the bartender. Now I am leaving the Rose. All are well. I wear my robe and carry my dented plate with me. We head back to my moms. The anger is gone now. All of it is spent. I am cub of the bear…… I am tribe of the moon. I am ecstatic! And Eireamnon knew about it. My grandfather had warned him. I am to go to Pop’s now for training. I am a werebear! I owe Morrell though…he kept me from hurting others. I have no control yet…but I have focus…I will need to be even more controlled now. But a dream has come true at this end time. So I guess anything is possible now.

Then Roxanne tells us her tale. She has lost her powers. Betshaba stripped them from her. Her quest is to find the traitors in the Rose and kill them. She is quite upset…but why didn’t she trust us? Why did she chose a stranger to go with us. I know we didn’t get along, but I would never hurt her or let anyone hurt her. I tried to stop Agni from doing that. She just doesn’t see it. To kill those she sees as family is a heavy price to pay for ones god. At least she doesn’t physically have to do it herself….again why didn’t she tell us. We rest…Morrell and Roxanne in the temple..the rest of us here.

Nollaig 5

A new day...a new beginning. I must set things right with Roxanne but how? We are forbidden to enter the Rose by Mom. (she’s the law here since they are under military rule) We decide to split up. Morrell and I are going back to Pop’s to train. The rest will meet with Mordencainen at Niccolo’s. We will use the ring to spy on The Rose. We will give Mom the proof she needs.

Game Nineteen

January 4, 2003

Nollaig 19, 10th year since foundation

I have finished my training and rejoined my group. My training was hardest on Pops. He had to beat the change out of me. I only have brief glimpses of my changes, but I feel it more now. Looking at the humans in my group now is an odd experience. They feel weaker now which has only added to my protective feelings towards them, especially Roxanne. I must face my nervousness of talking to her now. It is imperative for her to gain strength if we are too succeed.

Quinn has been training as well as I. He spent out brief rest in Eisennstaadt. He learned that Gayla and Agador Winthrop have been causing the rumours that have spread some sedition between humans and dwarves. They have been publicly arguing the issue. Agador on the dwarven side and Gayla on the side of the humans ruling. It seems that they both have been compromised by Manslayer. Strangely Agador has been acquiring granite from the dwarves and taking it somewhere to the north.

When Quinn rejoined the group Roxanne made a big fuss about talking to him alone. She wanted to explain it to him I suppose but she is so damned closed off. And everyone thinks this of me. I guess that can’t tell the difference between secretive and silent. Roxanne is falling quickly. I spoke to the priestess in Futer schart to get her help, but the priestess said she must ask for it. In fact the priestess there didn’t know of Roxanne’s fall. What stupid arrogance this child possesses. She won’t even trust those of her own sect. I know how horrible it must be for her to face those she considered her family, but can’t she see it is them who has betrayed her and not us. We merely seek to protect her.

After several ideas at planning to salvage Roxanne’s priesthood during which Brag was his usual abrasive self we decided to set it up that we were leaving and hope Lessa would relax her guard. While watching the Rose through the pool they discovered that she kept some message in a secret code. But we have to know how she sends them. Curiously the dog at the inn can detect whenever someone is scrying on them, so I reckon they are pretty nervous right now. The air of the group is that all of them must be killed and yet poor Roxanne still questions this. She must know if what they did is bad enough. I pity her…she has lost her faith. She questions her god. Benedict brought this to her attention and said that even if she completed this quest she may still not get her powers back since she questions the word of her god so much. Roxanne acted aware of it, but I doubt she is ready to face that.

I spoke for a long time with Roxanne this day trying to show her that she has judged us all horribly wrong. That she had abandoned us all to rest at the feet of Agni. She tried to say she had reason by mentioning Quinn’s accusations of her family. For an incredulous moment I stared at her.

”But he was right Roxanne. And he apologized profusely for what he did and asked for forgiveness. And you showed him no compassion or understanding.”

I hoped this would get through to her, but she was too selfish to see what an idiot she was being. It galls me –she can forgive a rapist who shows no regret, but not Quinn who has been through more than she has ever felt. How DARE she pass that judgement. Although with these words do I not pass a similar one on her. I have tried to help her, but she is too blind and selfish to accept any. I see now the horror of being raised a whore. She has no comprehension of emotions or feelings – she only sees the pay and the advantage. She is weak and has been coddled throughout her life. Everything has been easy for her…her looks… her popularity and when faced with the unknown and with a task she must work at she crumbles into the pathetic creature before us. I only hope that Betshaba takes pity on her, but I doubt it.

Finally we headed into town only to be confronted by a town on the verge of a siege. Part of me was happy that we could be stuck her during it. I could be of some help --- I know I couldn’t turn the tide but I would feel better helping defend my family than wondering what had become of them. Which I see now is not helping them at all but merely helping myself emotionally. The dwarves had circled around the well in the center of town. Someone was coming…they were digging underneath. The well had gone dry. We offered our help. We would drop a torch when they neared and Eireamnon would check them out from the tower. The dwarves agreed… I had to tell them about my uncontrollable changes and like I reckoned they put me far in the back. So what kind of help could I really be? I was being selfish wanting to stay in town. We, after all, had much bigger worries…we had to save the world…indeed save our gods from being imprisoned. Which always brings me back to the question why aren’t our gods doing anything about this Manslayer. Surely they have the power to defeat him. I will have to talk to Benedict and other priests about this.

The tunneling got nearer… I suggested that Eireamnon checked out the surrounding area where the townspeople were fleeing. He reported back that an army of dwarves were coming from Eisennstadt. It could take them days to reach us so that wouldn’t help in the short run. Finally the digging broke through into the well. I dropped the torch and heard dwarven cursing. Dwarves had dug the tunnel! They had come to give an escape route for the people in town in case of a siege. Worries flooded out of me. Perhaps the dwarves could withstand the Thesh for a time. Then may be we can complete our quest.

I quickly informed my mother that it was a dwarven relief and rescue tunnel. I also told the dwarves that they had hit the town well. Later I saw my mom talking to one of the new dwarves. The dwarf suggested making a war council with my mother and the mayor a part of it. I worried that Lessa would have so influence or indeed even more to report to whomever she wished.

The group finally decided to teleport to Lessa’s room and question her. I had finally acquiesced to this plan. I did not want my mother to have to put me on trial, but now it was more pressing than ever to stop the flow of information from this town. We were heading to the Rose when the head dwarven guy came up to us. He was Aegir Goldenkrone (perhaps a distant relative of the Herzog). My mother had given over command to him. He had heard of our suspicions and addressed me by my familial relations. Somehow even he had heard of my Grandfather. So my word was taken with great seriousness. We went to the inn with the dwarves to question Lessa. I told him we were not allowed in and he rescinded the order and took us with him as witnesses.

Lessa did not look ill at ease when we entered. She was calm. She began to work the laws of the town to her advantage. Claiming she needed to be judged by humans, that we were not welcome. Aegir stood solid, albeit a little perplexed by her refusal to answer. She even asked what would happen if she refused to submit to magickal questioning. Aegir paused, looked confused, then silently nodded upon coming to his conclusion.

“Then you are guilty.”

I don’t think she expected this. And I admit a little moment of pride when I remembered being told that she said she could handle any dwarven interference. I suppose she never imagined this. She ran!

Both Brag and I sprang to action..she would not get away. We began our chase as her dog began transforming into a human man! Odd – it didn’t register as a changer, although it did seem supernatural. As quickly as Brag and I were after Lessa, Eireamnon was on the changer. I saw the dog turn into a fish as I left. I believe it was a brook trout.

Lessa took off to the back where Roxanne said was an exit, so Brag and I went out to the back to head her off. She didn’t show at the door so I bashed it in and began searching. Eventually Micca and I met up with the dwarves just when we got her scent. We climbed the ladder leading towards the roof. I scrambled up to see her holding a mace ready. Easily I disarmed her and grappled her down the ladder. The trial began with the group looking a little bedraggled. The short of it…Lessa was guilty. She sold secrets to whomever she wanted to – good bad or neutral. She talked about everything to anyone. She had even been told she would be safe when the Thet army reached here. She was a true Naderan. Roxanne was shattered, but stepped forward to do the execution. Perhaps there is some strength in the child. That took it.

Lessa named Maximillian , whose ability to change was due to a ring, Claire, Godffrey, and the hobbit were all fully and knowingly involved. We were sent to bring the others back after Roxanne executed both Lessa and Max. I must admit she stood very well up to the final task. I was impressed. Max wanted to be killed by his own poison..he was obliged, but I stayed behind to make sure he was indeed dead. We tracked down the other three and brought them back…well Benedict, Eireamnon, and Brag brought them back. Clare and Goddfrey managed to poison themselves before they were able to stand trial…but the hobbit did and was found guilty. At the end Roxanne looked destroyed so I sought out the priestess—I brought her to Roxanne to help. It will be a hard time for Roxanne to overcome. With faith I hope she does.

Game Twenty

February 1, 2003

Nollaig 20, 10th year since foundation

Roxanne left the group today. I can hardly believe she is quitting the quest to save our world and our gods. I was thinking that I had been to hard on the girl, but now. I can’t believe such a weak person was chosen to be part of all of this. She is now saying that she didn’t get her powers back because she didn’t complete her task fast enough. I have to talk to some priestesses but it seems that the questioning of her god’s direct orders is more to the point. Maybe I just wasn’t warm enough for her. We never really got along. Of course she seems completely without compassion except for those she has fucked..but that’s not true either since she fucked Quinn and showed no compassion for him. She tried to make it out that she wasn’t quitting, but I tried to make it quite clear to her that she was. Supplying information is not her role in the prophecy. She is so wrapped up in self pity right now I doubt she understands anything. I feel no pity for her and I wonder if that is wrong. I am angered, disappointed and repulsed. The prophecy is failing. Our only hope is that we can win without it.

As we were leaving town today with Rothgafarious I saw Pops on the road. He just didn’t feel right. It was a curious thing to see him waiting for us like that and handing us a magickal sword he says we will need. He told me that my new sight wouldn’t always work, but it had always worked on him. He then asked if the key was safe, so I assumed it was him. Later Mica told me that he didn’t smell right, so I asked Eireamhon to get the sword checked out magickally in Eisennstaadt.

I spoke to the group about bullying Rothgarfarius into accepting our word as a bond thereby relieving the pressure and worry about one of our family members being in danger. Brag seems to believe it is his family since Rothgarfarius stated his real name. I tried to point out that Rothgarfarius new even more about Eireamnon’s life in otherworld, but again everyone seems set to believe Brag is correct. He could be, but his reasoning is very rash. No one agreed to my tactics so the subject was dropped.

Our journey was mostly silent save for Eireamnon’s questioning Rothgarfarius about his people. They are all shape changers. He has more of a variety than his cousins. He can choose non living forms. He is a greater doppelganger.

Tonight we arrived in Eeissenstaddt. Brag and Eireamhon went off to deal with some magickal errands and I was left with Rothgarfarius. I went to temple of Aridnus. Rothgarfarius wisely stayed outside. I gathered up the real Morrell and filled him in on the journey.

We met up with the rest of the group at the inn I had earlier suggested. While we were eating a young woman wearing the tan robes of a priest or paladin of Sarpedon showed up at our table. The short of it….

Kesleigh Gwennan was sent by Herzog Crownwarden to help protect our group. Of course I had to tell her that our group had greatly changed. Most of us were either dead or had quit. I did manage to make sure she knew that Rothgarfarius was NOT part of our group and thereby not due her protection. I could sense some trouble brewing over her joining. Quinn was “thief like” and thieves were the enemies of Sarpedon. I should feel closer to her, we are of close gods, but Quinn is one of the few friends I have left. Brag and Eireamhon returned and Brag latched on to her, I suppose there is something to this quiet brooding noble thing he has going on.. does he sense the honor in her and wish to obtain it, but is afraid of it because he doesn’t believe he is worthy of it. Is that why he is so angry most of the time? Eireamhon needed to test her so Morel cast his spell and learned she was telling us the truth. Rothgarfarius chose this time to leave the table. I suppose he doesn’t like the ideals of truth.

Eventually Quinn and Theo returned after their own errands, but they weren’t alone. Another person joined our group. I was hesitant, but Quinn vouched for him. In fact he later told me the Balthazar came from Tam to guard Quinn. Interesting… two of the remaining members of the prophecy had guards now. Although I doubt Kesleigh will do much guarding of me. Balthazar wears black leather armour, really nice clothing, a bow and a rapier strapped to his side, slight features and graceful, and is an agent of Tam. In short he is a thief. And Balthazar is not as secretive about his motivations as Quinn is. Trouble is brewing between them and our new Paladin. Strangely enough I felt compelled to warn them. They needed to be careful. I did not want to be put on the side of choosing between my gods and my friends. I know how powerful that is and I know that I would go with my gods. I nodded to Quinn in acceptances of his new friend, and listened to the group. We began to fill in the new arrivals about the prophecy. That’s when Kesleigh told us that she had spoken this prophecy years before…in fact a couple of decades ago. Curiouser and Curiouser… Crownwarden had to have known about this we he chose her. How is she connected to all of this? She couldn’t be masquerading as a paladin (which she said she was) of Sarpedon and get away with it. Sarpedon despises deception.

Later when I spoke with Quinn I surmised that Balthazar had one of Tam’s gems in his chest as had Agni. We spoke with Tam to warn him that the Manslayer through Rothgarfarius would now know of his existence on this plane. Tam didn’t seem overly concerned. I suppose he has his ways of hiding. It was an interesting conversation. He confirmed what we had learned from Mordencainen’s books that the illithids were deadly to this world, making deals would not be an option. We had to kill them and make Manslayer safer in this world.

We all adjourned to a glade I knew outside the city to talk about our options and fill in the new members of our history. I knew that Balthazar perhaps already knew of it from Tam, but we repeated it anyway. No new insight was revealed so most of the group wanted to head back to town to sleep. I remembered that Pops had said I would have new enemies now. Other shape-shifters could sense me now too, and would be more powerful than I in their abilities. I wanted to stay outside to avoid it. Kesleigh didn’t want the group to split up. She had attached herself to protecting Quinn. I guess his role as the key to defeating Manslayer made him utmost importance in her mind. I can smell more trouble on that wind. Eventually we stayed outside. Balthazar really wanted an inn which made Quinn chaotically choose to stay outside. I also told the new guys about my changes so that they would be prepared in battle. Kesleigh saw me a s a security risk then. She is interesting. Because of my allegiance with Quinn I feel I have pulled back from her. WE should be close, we have much in common, but her decisions seem sudden and quick. I suppose that is the purview of a guard.

There was a brief fight between brag and Rothgarfarius when Roth refused to leave our group while we talked. Brag dragged him away, but eventually Roth turned into a giant to stop him. Kesleigh rushed off, I suppose to fight… I don’t understand Brag’s temper – he seems always on the edge. I am ignoring Roth’s obvious attempts to anger us, but some of the others are not fairing as well.

Nollaig 21

After a long morning of hunting I returned with some raccoon for the group and some tasty local trout for me. Theo even agreed to fry it in some honey I had found. I think my eating tastes are changing.

We all decided that it was worth the risk taking Rothgarfarius to the tower. We couldn’t waste the months it would take to travel overland. We came to the tower and Eireamhon and he began the search for the cave entrance.

Zhakra – in Bakal is where we needed to go.

The cave was far from any community and Eireamhon took me first to scout it out. I was relieved. I finally got to scout, and we were headed into caves. Not the best part of the mountains, but still a good part. Of course we would have to fight evil there, but we’ve been fighting for a while now. I noticed no signs of humanoid activity at the entrance or around it. Saw a few small animal tracks around and some fresh bat scat at the cave entrance, but that’s to be expected in larger caves.

Eventually we all assembled and head into the natural caverns. I was put in the back. It stung, but I can’t fight in the front with my change out of control. However Kesleigh laid down a hard rule on Quinn – he was to be kept in the middle at all times. Quinn was pissed. I recognized the look. I tried to ease it, but it had brought up old memories of our arguments. Eventually I at least was able to remind him that my argument was not with him scouting. I wanted him to scout and not engage. My problem was with him engaging the enemy. I tried to tell the group to let him scout, but again nothing. Quinn was trapped while his new guard Balthazar scouted. I must say he is sneaky. I couldn’t get a whiff of him. Eventually we had to use some climbing skills. Quinn forced the lead onto himself this time.. climbing a route and putting in my pitons and a rope so others could follow. Eireamhon shape shifted into a bird to fly over, Rothgarfarius turned into a lightning bug to provide us limited light and flew across as well. In fact through most of this journey Rothgarfarius has been highly useful. But I will get to that later.

Eventually everyone got across the makeshift bridge. Of course only four of us could truly climb: Theo, Quinn, Balthazar (I suspect I didn’t see him go across but heard no struggling) and myself. I had to strap Mica to me to get her across. She was disgusted. I assured her that not even she could climb across a small rope.

As we rounded the next corner we came upon a group of carrion crawlers. Four to be exact who had staked out niches for themselves to catch … I didn’t know at the time what. How would they survive without a renewing food source. They weren’t young ones. Quite easily I dispatched the one on me. Unfortunately Quinn caught some of its paralytic poison. I assured everyone that he would be fine momentarily. But Kesleigh came back from her position pushing other fighters out of the way to attack the one on Quinn. I wondered at this – was not this the advice given to me when others stood in the way of my fighting skills. I gauged Eireamnon’s reaction to her brusqueness and was glad that I never took that advice. She is coming off to the group as very arrogant. Well..not the whole group. Benedict has been very silent as of recent and brag seems very eased around her.

The big climbing test came when we approached a rather steep underground cliff. I noticed it was mainly of limestone but gave Theo my piton to bang into the cliff as an anchor anyway. Quinn scampered down, but the piton didn’t hold and he tumbled to the bottom. Damn his luck, I’m sure he looks even more incompetent to Kesleigh now. To top it off when he threw his grappling hook back up he dislodged and very large stalactite from the ceiling. It was going to crash down on him, but from out of nowhere Balthazar pushed him out of the way. Nice move! I looked up and saw that Rothgarfarius had turned into what he called a cave fisher bug. His tongue could’ve pulled Quinn to safety. I can see why Manslayer chose him now.

Theo and myself hit the piton in the next time. But as Kesleigh climbed down it let loose again. I was able to grab the rope, but she could not hold on and fell. She refused any healing- strange wouldn’t a guard want to be at their best. Very illogical. I pissed off Mica when I suggested attaching herself to me again – she bounded down with the ease of what she is.. a mountain lion—she defiantly reminded me.

Rothgarfarius then turned into muscle bound man holds rope for me and Theo.

The next creature we met was strange indeed. I never even saw it but heard its babbling from around the corned. I was told it looked like jelly and wraps people up to swallow them whole. Before any could advance Eireamhon had turned it into a bat.

We ran into some weird formations ahead of us. They were kind of round and circular passageways about 10 feet in diameter. It reminded me of stories of old… big worm creatures that ate the dirt and were fast and aggressive when defensive. Could these be the worm walls I had heard about. I wished Gunther were here..he would’ve known more.

Then I sensed a rumbling…stalactites fell from the ceiling. I pressed my ear and hands against the stones of the ceiling of the floor and wall trying to find from where it came. We eased pass the circular tunnels. The we saw Balthazar in front of us. He was watching a big fin approach him. Seriously…. a big metallic gray fin was swimming toward him through the dirt. When it reached him a giant creature plunged out of the dirt and attacked. It hurts Balthazar pretty bad. We fought it and wounded it and it ran. I wondered what it was as Brag and I healed Balthazar. I wasn’t able to do much for him, but Brag was able to stop up a few wounds. It would have been a simple task for Niccolo.

Then Kesleigh heals him with a touch. She said he had been a good guard of Quinn so far. I wonder is she knows she healed a thief. There was an odd look on his face anguished and then he was unhappy. Yeah I don’t know how happy the man is. We had talked some on our journey. He was a kid of the military too. His father was a low level officer in the army and all his brothers had joined too. He tried to join me in a sense of sorrow over our parent not being their to raise us. But I couldn’t join him in this. My mother was there, she had retired. He thought I was very lucky for this, but when I told him that Pops had raised me mainly he seemed confused. So he resents the military and perhaps all it stands for because he felt abandoned as a kid? There is depth to the outward appearance of this man. Perhaps I will find out more.

Then Brag saw what Eireamhon would describe as a “wee little thing” ahead of us. And in Brag fashion he charged after it. I saw by the tracks that the “wee creature” we were now all chasing as it screamed in terror in front of s was with 4-5 others. Then we heard 4-5 different voices going away from us. We keep going and an hour later we came up on three of them trembling in the corridor. Eireamhon casted to speak with them and we learned that they wanted to take us to the king. The others began to follow; Quinn, Balthazar, Mica and myself blended in to the shadows to follow. I couldn’t see the other two but felt confident I had acquired a similar stealth. We traveled through warrens and such where these goblins had cleared out stalagmites. We followed as they led us through traps and secret paths. Finally we came into a large chamber…substantially more advanced than what before… primitive forges before… metal plated buildings leaning against one another. Those little goblins were everywhere! Easily numbering 200-250.

We were led to a big door and a big knocker. After two knocks we were led in to a Circular domed chamber carved roughly but safe. Hanging from the ceiling are several goblin skulls. On the far side is a large throne like thing with little goblin sitting in it. He has an iron crown on his head .. crooked. Behind him is a tapestry of stitched up clothing. He has basically a mace in one hand. Eireamhon greets him after he says something.

I have tried to record what Eireamhon said. I could not understand any other side of it “indeed we are” “we’re not here to threaten or take weapons. Here seeking someone else. “hoping that you and your people being widespread would assist us in finding them. creatures recently invaded your home.” He describes creatures. “have by chance any of you encountered them” “ are they friend or foe” “I see” “we also seek these things” “if necessary” “perhaps” “have they caused trouble for your people as well” “if you’ll excuse me my group doesn’t understand speech I have to translate”

He told us that they had encountered the illithids.. The illithids have been stealing them to keep as slaves. The King believes that killing them and closing the portal would be good. Eireamhon is suspicious of the king. He knows so much that it seems strange. “your highness would you know the way to the portal” “ haunted.. by what” The King claims illithids harbored in a place where spirits of the fallen rest.

“he is a guide. We use him to guide our way” “enough that he is trained” “ to some degree” “ I’d agree with that” “ I believe the word you are looking for is sentient” “without our bug” “I’d prefer not to have us separated. But with whom among us do you wish to speak” “there’s no person named Jared among”

Then Quinn turns to goo. Somehow he had been killed instantly without anything visibly hitting him. I was alarmed this small King possessed so much power.

Then Eireamhon wants the rest of us to leave.

His magick ended when Quinn turned to goo. I noticed that my gem was not working as well. So perhaps Quinn wasn’t dead. He is a creature of magick that can’t work now for some reason. Then I see Roth stand up… and he says he is ready to go. Kesleigh refuses to leave.. says Quinn is dead – oversight we hadn’t told her of Quinn’s ability.

Then Eireamhon says that he’s claiming he will let her live and Quinn reform if we promise to let them speak to him alone. Eireamhon a feeling that Quinn will stay like that indefinitely if not agreed to it.

We’ve been given one or two options. Everyone leaves with them there. Or another one that ends in horrible violence. We have to decide very quickly. Someone probably dies soon or we decide to leave and Quinn and he speaks with him. He claims that if he wanted us dead that we would be dead already. Strange for such a little creature. Eireamhon says has a gage in options. Thinks he is really powerful. He says Kesleigh is endangering the group by staying here. Eireamhon is not comfortable with it but he will do it. Such a strange one sided conversation Eireamhon is having. Then a piece of the tapestry fades away.. A strong light beam comes out and a goblin who came in disintegrates. The group decides to leave. I wait in my hiding space. Perhaps this “he” hasn’t seen either myself or Balthazar. But then for some asinine reason Brag tells me and Balthazar to get out. Perhaps he doesn’t understand that when someone is hiding you don’t say their name thereby alerting your enemy that there are others in your number. Perhaps our hiding was in vain, but you let the bad guy break it not one of your own. Then Eireamhon says this He knows where we are and can sense us. Roth leaves the room and Apparently it was the only one “he” wanted out of the room but this he wants all of our weapons down.

We oblige in this and the King goes to curtain and pulls the curtain back…. I hope I find a slick piece of obsidian soon. It is the only rock I can imagine sculpting into what I saw behind the tapestry. A huge floating bloated orb with one eye in the middle and several eyes on the end of eye stalks and huge mouth underneath. He is Xanthrip. I remembered him from Mordencainen’s book. I start speaking about him. Xanthrip did not seemed pleased that knowledge of himself was in a book, but I remembered that he was someone who would help us. He seemed somewhat impressed with my knowledge. In his world a man looked just like Quinn was called Jared. I surmised this was one of Quinn’s brothers. Xanthrip had removed the capability of magick from the room when Morel tried to cast, and Xanthrip wants Roth killed. He can’t let Manslayer know we are there. We don’t disagree with him but tell him how we are trapped. He resigns himself to the fact that Manslayer will know of him soon. But I gave him some hope I believe when I told him about the large deposits of lead here that interrupts our ring teleportation and apparently that of psionic abilities as well.

Xanthrip had fought his way through many illithids to reach here. He says he is damaged and cannot face them again here. There are more than a dozen here. He cannot tell us of any weaknesses but admits that using Roth as bait is a good idea. He continues that destroying the portal is important in keeping others out and is also very difficult.

So we have another ally, strange that all of these big evils from the other worlds now work for good. I wonder again at this ultimate power of Manslayer to have all of these powerful people fleeing him. And ho are we to defeat him. Xanthrip was able to give one ray of hope. One of the magickal seals on Manslayer… one is a hand open palm and black he said it was from a god from his world named Bane. It gives Manslayer the power to be free from all manipulations of magick. We can destroy it.. if you overcome his will he can be controlled. A magickal weapon must be used. It doesn’t have to be as powerful as the one to destroy the rod.

He then tells us of another group of people who can help. They have strange tattoos on them and one of them has a crystal in their head... they want to stop Manslayer as well. I wonder why we haven’t met any forces of good yet. I suppose they wouldn’t have fled their worlds. They would have stood their ground to the end to stop their world from being taken. I wonder if they are all dead now?

Game Twenty-One

February 15, 2003

Nollaig 21, 10th year since foundation

We rest for the night. Tomorrow we fight the illithids. Balthazar seems to be enjoying the rats the goblins served him. I tend his wounds for now. He rests well with the smell of his whiskey about him. I try to make some kind of scent that will mask our smells , but I was only able to make one batch that seemed to work. Mica can no longer find me completely. Perhaps against these Grimlocks won’t be able to find me. At least we will be rid of Rothgarfarius when defeat them as we must. He has accepted my original plan that he go to the other side of the portal and turn it off, using his teleport to escaped.

Nollaig 22

Balthazar thanked me this morning for my healing. It seemed quite genuine. He is still quite difficult to read.

Brag is given the crown..another one of my suggestions that a fighter should be protected. He is chosen by the group as the best equipped to do this. Quinn was quite reluctant to hand over the crown. I suppose he is attached to the thing that keeps Manslayer from finding him.

We traveled for a long time. The goblin guide left us when we came upon a newly hewn hallway. I saw he tracks at what was described to us as the blind trackers called Grimlocks. We eventually ran in to 15 of them. They didn’t cause us too much trouble since Eireamhon blasted them with fire killing the majority of them and scattering the remaining 4. Some of us annoyed Kesleigh by sneaking around. She was upset we broke formation. She reminds me of me, or at least how I used to be. I suppose we don’t work in formation. I don’t know, maybe we should, maybe she can make us. All I know is that I am for range combat now and that means sticking to the back and trying to surprise.

We explored a four way intersection farther along the many passageways. Each one led to a garbage room. The garbage moved and a tentacle with an eye stretched out from the horrid stench. It was an Otyugh. Eireamhon turned it into an eel. I explained what it was along with some others of our group. The other 3 were left alone. Although I did throw a rock down in each to make sure one was actually there. Eireamhon didn’t understand this and thought I was baiting them. I merely wanted to see if they were there…the Otyugh would make a good guard. I was able to find several more of the Grimlock’s tracks and get a direction of where they were running but it lead us to no action.

We avoided one particular room we ran across. It was covered in some sort of purplish slime that glowed in the darkness. The walls pulsed with its luminance. I cannot fathom what it could have been, but the next time we are at the tower I will have to look it up in the books. There was a stature of an illithid in the center of the room. It was well crafted but strangely spooky in the eerie lighting.

In another circular room Rothgarfarius sensed the use of psychic powers behind the far wall. We were unable to locate that particular source. All that we found in the room were 6 goblin bodies whose skulls had a big hole bored through them 3-4 inches in diameter.

We wandered around for a bit eventually finding ourselves in a bad situation. So much for formations. More Grimlocks attacked. They can through a door across the way. I was last to enter. For some reason the fighters did not rush the Grimlocks – locking them to fighting in the doorway they entered. Instead they waited and all 15 of them came in followed at last by an illithid. I took my position at range after the others freed Eireamhon from some kind of small tentacle creature attacked him. Mica actually gave it a few swipes before joining me at range. I managed to peg a Grimlock or two, before placing my aim on the illithid. I concentrated and aimed true. I did a good bit of damage to him enough that my mother would’ve been proud. But I still yearned to be a part of the metal sound of steel against steel…toe to toe…skill to skill.

In the end both Eireamhon and Quinn polymorphed into giant creatures. Eireamhon became a hill giant and Quinn became an Ettin. Quinn unfortunately came under control of the illithid before we could stop it. After my arrows stuck it ran and took Quinn with it. Theo ran after and I left the Grimlock that had advanced on me to follow. In fact all of us followed. I guessed they had killed the remaining Grimlocks. Theo was the first to catch Quinn and knocked him out. Balthazar and I kept after the illithid, but Morel caught up to us quickly with the wings he had magicked to his back and stopped us. He had gone ahead and seen the portal room with at least 4 illithids in it.

So we stood together and prepared. There was a brief respite from the seriousness of our journey. Eireamhon tried to turn into the form of Xanthrip. Unfortunately but rather comically he did not have the same power of levitation. He flopped rather unceremoniously to the floor. I couldn’t’ help but laugh..neither could the rest of the group. It was nice to laugh. Then Eireamhon and Quinn became other creatures. Eireamhon chose the dire bear (which didn’t fly) where Quinn became a lion. The formation was made. Rothgafarious turned into a Drow elf and joined Balthazar and myself in the back.

Eireamhon charged in. The rest of the fighters followed. I stayed in the doorway and shot at one illithid. Yes, he was levitating, but not only did I not take him out, but I couldn’t see the fight the others were having. But I heard it and I yearned to be part of it once more. In the end we won ---- and that is what truly matters.

Rothgarfarius took the key and went to the other side. Within half a minute the portal was closed and someone’s family member was supposedly saved.

We won. So we looted the bodies and checked out the rest of the room like the adventurers we had become. There was one door which was ornate with carvings on all sides. Over the door standing on the keystone is a statue. Kesleigh said it was a statue of Sarpedon. I saw that it was carved centuries ago along with the rest of the room. Eireamhon came over to investigate the sigils around it when I heard a small rumbling. It was getting closer…then the crunching sound began like something was devouring the rocks around us. The worm!! I warned the others that it was getting closer. Quinn took up with the idea to leave but Eireamhon had somehow encased himself in some purplish orb while I was listening to what I surmised was the worm. Indeed seconds later a giant purplish worm came up from the corridor outside the room collapsing our only escape route. Balthazar was approaching the ornate door when I saw the lock, and I had a key. I yelled at him to stop. I tried my key – the object I had carried with me since birth. And it worked. The door opened.

An old man sat cross-legged calmly looking at me. It was like he had been waiting there. Behind him were many cloaked statues. He wore a strange scaled mail with pieces of cloth attached to it. Two sticks were strapped to his back. Who are you? The stranger? I asked. The purple sphere around Eireamhon had collapsed and him came into the room with the rest of us. The old man said he was Ahiro Tetsubo..he was Baklunish form another world. We told him of the illithids and he drew the sticks from his back revealing surprising sharp blades. We he found that they were already defeated he drew them across his own arms. Why? He spoke of the spirit of the sword would be offended if they were drawn without drawing blood. Such reverence. I couldn’t help but appreciate strange as it was.

He had been here for a month. The room beyond held statues… they were all of rovers…what I could see of each face for they wore their hoods low were different. The carving was masterful. And then there was Gavric -- the legend – the man who started the Rovers. Why was I given this key when a paladin of Sarpedon now traveled with us and had spoke the prophecy in her past? I didn’t feel special, but this place was. Near the center was a stone scroll with the prophecy written on it verbatim as we new it in Gaelic. Why Gaelic? Each new place gave more questions. I touched the stanza about me, then Gunther’s and finally Niccolo’s. Are we strong enough? I wished they were here with me in this place. Ahiro said there were other rooms, one he understood and one he thought was odd. And then I knew. I asked him if the strange room held a forge. It did. We were in the north after all. The place I was meant to make the weapon of light in, the key was mine.

Before he took us to the forge he showed us another room. 9 statues stared down at us with the same craftsmanship, the same age. My own eyes looked as me and the other statues looked at their doubles. Each of us had one and at the base a glass case contained items for us.

But before we could examine them Eireamhon noticed a small wooden box on a pedestal in the middle of the room. It had carved upon it the symbol of Orcus. Quinn naturally gravitated to it. He began playing with some cards in it and then disappeared. Balthazar ran up to it, but Eireamhon held him back. Theo let loose a deep threatening growl where I could see the orc in him and took the box. He opened it, shut it and growled again. He called it a deck of many things. Some kind of magick item. Some kind of angel was in the room and told him what it was but none of us could see this angel. Then he too began shuffling cards. Instantly what I can only call the spectre of death stood before him. Theo told us not to help we would share his fate. I wavered debating inside of me to help my friend. Kesleigh did not she fought and another spectre appeared to face her. I chose not to interfere for I would give no help only threaten me. They both defeated their deaths. Then Theo chose again. Jewels and gold fell around him. Then again he chose and he too disappeared. What followed was a chaotic scrambling for the deck. Eireamhon chose many cards and seemed unharmed but gained knowledge of some sort and items. Balthazar chose and lost all of his possessions including his clothes. I gave him some pants to wear. Then Benedict chose at one point he said oh no, but emerged from his choosings unharmed. I had seen enough. We needed another option. This was getting us nowhere. Only one whom I could call friend remained with us. Too much loss, to many poor decisions, too much too much. I spoke to Eireamhon – other options must be found. I took up the box to keep others from causing harm. He went off with Benedict to find us wishes or some other kind of help.

Then Brag blew up. He wanted the deck he wanted to try. He had no patience for other options, and I wouldn’t let him go the way of the others. We were the only two left of the prophecy. I didn’t know how to make he understand, I just took away his choice. He simply said “one day I will have to listen to him”. Is he some limited in scope to see how he acts? Does he not see I do listen. I listen to everyone, I let them be, I let them make horrible decisions and I watch them die or leave and I am left alone. I guess I will always be alone... perhaps I even like it too much. Perhaps I regret ever leaving... perhaps... perhaps... but the forge called. I had new magickal armour to investigate and that didn’t bring a smile to my face.

Nothing could... I was alone but the forge called and I found solace in it. The familiar ring of metal against metal. I finally figured out how to start it. I touched the forge and the metal ceiling tiles opened up to let in the light…the weapon of light... I work... I work...

I know not what day it was that Eireamhon returned. He looked worried??? Concerned??? Tired???? I did not know. I am so drained, so alone, so tired. He has found two ways to bring them back. One is through scrolls and we must choose whom. The other had something to do with Other World and two of us may die or give up a part of us. I couldn’t focus on which. In the end Ahiro decided. We would make the sacrifice. Morel and Eireamhon would take the chance. Screeching…horrible screeching and then Eireamhon and Morel spinning before my eyes…their faces floating in front of them, beside them over them…swirling and weaving and then the world spun and then the earth cracked. I thought maybe the end…but no. Quinn and Theo were back, Morel and Eireamhon were still alive but weakened. Whatever strength they gained from the deck was gone. We were a group. But anger flooded the room…Benedict gone?? Eireamhon can’t find him. One of my last friends gone. How to cope how to deal? The forge … solace…comfort…alone. But no….then the tower. Eireamhon took me there, no Mica.. I blabbered about Benedict about Brag’s hatred of me.. about the books…could I find answers there…he left I apologized. For what I don’t know. The books…answers maybe more questions. I took them to the top. I sit there now…trying to make sense of words that blur before me. Then Kesleigh asking me to shoe a horse?!! I nod. I think to go there later…to avoid them all. But no Eireamhon is back now we must speak with Ahiro together. I don’t care, but I go. He says we need leadership direction. He chastises Quinn for being a young impetuous kid..wrong he hates that. It won’t work. Brag for being angry give him the deck now did he!!??? Balthazar for stealing it – yes I told them of that…of what Mica saw at the forge. He sewed mistrust. Me for choosing for others…does he not do so now…he says he will lead us train us Eireamhon the only one unaffected will lead us in emergency. Why? Won’t he succumb soon….I feel alone, useless, I carry my gifts my armour my bow. They are heavy….it is all too heavy. I am falling….no those are tears. I look away from them…no one saw. Again she asks about her damn horse!!! No rage no anger…that is bad….sleep is good... I must read though and study. I must become better… Dreams call.

Game Twenty-Two

March 1, 2003

Eanaire 4, 10th year since foundation

Today Ahiro met with me as our new patron. I heard and saw many things. In the end I chose to act against him. He is right; I did betray his trust. Me, Maggie, the one who can be trusted – no longer and I think the rest of the group would support it. Ahiro asked mew questions about the group. Unprepared for the conversation I prattled on as I do. I learned that I am not silent out of reverence or even really to use the time to watch others – although I have learned much by doing so. I am silent for the simple reason that I sound like a blathering child when I do speak. I can’t find the right words. I can’t voice my thoughts. I can’t speak without discomfort. I must overcome this failure of mine.

I am unsure how to regain Ahiro’s trust..or even truly know if I desire to do so. IN the course of our conversation I told him of Roxanne’s decision to leave the group, or as I call it…she quit. I believe it although I am sure it added to Brag’s fuel when he yelled at me over the deck. Ahiro agreed. In fact, he saw her as a weakness. To fix that weakness he wanted to kill her. What would the group do if she were held by Manslayer against us? Thinking of our most recent work with Manslayer I believed it would cripple us. Working with Rothgarfarius had shown me a weakness. Our loved ones could be used against us. I reckoned that my family would not want to be used in that way and would rather die. So I made the decision not to let Manslayer use me in that way. To others it may be harsh, but this world is worth more than the lives of those I love. I pleaded with Ahiro not to kill her.it would be murder. It is one thing to suffer the deaths of your family to Manslayer in order to save the world, but as I see it another matter to kill someone simply because they may pose a threat in the future.

I saw he was set, if Roxanne did not rejoin us then he would kill her.

I immediately without thought or hesitation found Eireamhon. He had spoken with Ahiro as well and had some suspicion that Roxanne could be in need. I told him of Ahiro’s plans. We left for Eisennstaadt. There she was, so much smaller than I remembered, so less focused, but just as stubborn. Strange how someone you traveled with for some time could seem such an outsider. She talked about how she could help us here gathering information – how could she still so deludes herself. She lost herself on our journey and she lost her god. Now with the loss of her life facing her and the defeat of the quest she still fought with selfish determination to do what she I think believes is all she can do…whore. How sad really. She was already dead in a way. We argued on and as my anger at her impetuousness grew so did the thunderous storm outside. I paused musing over a storm this far into winter. Then screams….. Manslayer astride his blue dragon attacked Eisennstaadt! Was it coincidence?

Eireamhon quickly ported myself and Mica and Roxanne to the tower. We watched the pool for awhile amid Roxanne’s protestations that she should be helping the people in Eisennstaadt. I merely shook my head in disbelief. The Manslayer wasn’t facing much resistance. As he turned his eyes towards us Eireamhon ended the scry. Again – we are supposed to defeat a man such as he?

As Roxanne stormed out of the room I watched the still mirror wondering what would become of Eisennstaadt. Would the Herzog survive? Would anyone? Will we? Or is our world doomed to defeat as the others were. Why are such incompetent groups gathered in each world to defeat him? Is he so powerful? I looked up to see Eireamhon talking to me. He would take Roxanne to Other world for her safety. Then Ahiro appeared in the room. He was angry and it was directed at me. I had betrayed him. But he did agree to give Eireamhon a chance to convince Roxanne to stay in Other World. I hope he succeeds.

Eireamhon returned. Roxanne is now in Other World, may she find use there. He then took me to the priests in Fodder’s notch. I told them of Benedict…all that I knew. Perhaps their divine sight could find him where magick failed. That didn’t have much hope of it, but would put out word… they had missed him recently as well. Benedict, where are you? What could have happened to you that we couldn’t find you? I pray that no ill has befallen him, but I cannot think of what could delay his return to us. Emotions swirl within me again. All that I loved are gone. While visiting town they cheered at my return. I was a creature of strength to them now and they thought I brought them hope, but I was to leave again. Leave them all to their own fate and seek out mine own. And what is it Maggie…to whimper and complain your way to victory. To judge others and cringe when they judge you. Get a backbone girl. Now is the time for heroes and for strength. Find it – its there just make it your own.

Mordencainen returned to us today. My plan to for him to wipe our memories may have kept our one advantage from the enemy that knows so much. He assured us that we had all been checked – thus clearing Ahiro in my mind at least. He told us that he would be staying with us from now on. This plane of existence was moving…literally moving and his home was no longer safe. I don’t understand all the reasons, but I worry that Baelthor must be in dire needs….his earth has moved. How is that possible? And why?

We now must find the weapon to defeat the staff. We search for the black stone of destiny in Hageria. The Stone is protected by something more powerful than he can overcome. It will test any individual who tries to get access it. It’s in a wooded glade. Which may have some planar connections maybe to other world. One minor difficulty.. the only thing to open the doorway to the stone is the Torque of Mac Eogan. The torque is on an individual…a man…it’s being worn. The Torque cannot be removed from a live person. This brought up the debate over whether or not to murder this person. It came so easily to this group – murder. I fought … we cannot possibly expect to defeat the Manslayer but starting on the path that he must have taken some time ago. We cannot become tyrants such as he. We must keep to some level of morals. The idea was abandoned. The ends justify the means? I do not think so. There are rules one can bend and sins one can take on and then repent, but I truly feel that to prevail we must stay true to ourselves – all of us.

We located the young man who wore the torque.

He is Muscular but lean, and carries a large claymore across his back. His spiked very red hair clashed with his ratty clothing. He wore no armour but did wear a skirt, which he called a kilt. Apparently it is customary garb amongst the bards of his people. He did recognize Eireamhon. Our new leader is famous among his own. This terribly scarred man chose to join us. He would only do so for a price of 333 orc heads if we do not find the stone. I suppose several hunters have wanted the stone. It is a legend and I guess he has indeed heard others say they would find it. But we must. Broisce Mac Eogan has joined us with his undernourished nag. Another fighter and caster – perhaps he will fall in like the rest of them –following us chosen – helping and leading us. There is only 4 left now – we need all we can get. We returned to the tower. Balthazar had mentioned wanting more training in his bow and I though of my mother. We left for town with Ahiro’s assistance. Mom couldn’t help, but she said that the baron Anghlm Delorix might be able to train him. I had not been to the Baron’s, my birthplace, for quite some time. I wasn’t sure how to approach. Ahiro ported us a short walk from his estates. We walked up and I casually greeted the guards. I simply told them I was Maggie daughter of Alexandra Oreson come to speak to the Baron. They let us in. In fact one of the guard recognized my mother’s name and I stammered on a bit embarrassing myself in the effort. Balthazar seemed rather at ease. In fact I don’t believe I have ever seen him ill at ease. Perhaps it is his profession as a thief to always look like they fit in. The less attention the less suspicion. I prayed that he would cause no loss of honor on my family. We met the Baron at his table and I followed Balthazar’s cues for how to act. The baron was a very affable man. I like him. I told him what news I could bring him of the attack on Eisennstaadt and of my family. He seems to know of my past, and whom the stranger was who gave me the key and the cloak. I feel that information is important…that stranger knew of the prophecy, and I would like to know why. I didn’t press him for it because I wasn’t sure how to and I didn’t want to insult the man who I was asking a favor from. He easily agreed to train Balthazar and had someone show us to rooms. I asked only for one explaining that I would be leaving, but I accompanied Balthazar to his room for admittedly some conversation hoping to impress upon him the need not to steal here. He took this very well. Of course I was use to Quinn who seems so easily insulted. It was refreshing. I find myself liking this Balthazar. I know it is not wise. He has no feelings for anyone. He seems free of those kinds of attachments, but we talk so easily together. I think I have learned something of myself through him. He was raised in a military family and regrets its. I always loved the stories my mom told me, but my mom was always there…she was retired. Balthazar’s father according to him was rarely home. But knowing my nature I doubt it would have bothered me if mom took off for a bit. He did seem perplexed when I told him my Pops raised me. He seemed to see loss in this for me. I don’t feel any loss…I don’t wish for something that I had known. I wonder why he does. In any case the observation I made about myself – if I see a similarity between myself and another person talking is easier and natural to me. Mordencainen became immensely more popular when I saw he wore the same eyes as I. Balthazar has a military background. Quinn was an outsider as was I. Gunther was a smith. Niccolo was a solitary man. So I must try and find qualities in others that I can relate to. Start the conversation from there and see where it takes me.

It still bothers me that I hold any affection for Balthazar. I think he could easily turn on me. He has many similar qualities of Agni and that disturbs me – his flashy and wants creature comforts, but he can be kind and funny and under his bravado of a fool can be quite perceptive. I enjoyed my time with him.

We all returned for training in the tower. Broisce thought we might benefit from his training but agreed we should all know how to fight together. I felt more assured as we all talked about strategies. We learned more about each other…more about what each could do. I had made much improvement in mastering my tween form and gained a fighter position again because of it. Of course this is only on a larger field of battle, but a compromise is good.

Morel was in the military of Palerean (nation of half elves on other side of the gulf). He commanded archers there. He hopes to act more as a mediator to bring us together. He can turn undead. And has power over earth creatures and those of air.

Kesleigh. She is strong in defense. She was a Bodyguard before she became a paladin. Been with church since she was nine. She’s an accomplished rider and fighting from horseback. Bastion is smarter than average horse. A Clause in her typical contract states that she orders those she protects except for her recent one with us where it was not there. That could be a problem but I think Eireamhon was a good choice to lead us. Her contract with us however is officially dissolved. She’s protecting for religious reasons now – staying to protect the mission. The Prophecy concerns Sarpedon. There was much more she listed about healing and such. She is very proud of herself, but seems quite strong which is good.

Brag spoke of his noble house Larathian. His sword arm was well documented at this point. He talked of his diplomacy and seeing the darker side of nobles. I wondered what he would think of his temper if he could see it? He said he had some experience in wood lore though not as much as some – I guess that meant me. Maybe he would like to hunt one morning with me. Perhaps that would open up the communication between us.

Eireamhon is a wizard of Abarisian order. Transmutation spells’…changing things are his specialty. I wondered if the fact that I change shapes would make me immune to that. Perhaps I could talk with him or Mordencainen about it. It could come in handy. He wants to get to point where he subdues more…he’d rather not kill innocents. I appreciated this, It made me think that Ahiro could respect those that differed in opinion. So it wasn't my morality that upset him – just the fact that I let it over rule him I suppose.

Balthazar described himself in a way that didn’t point too much to his thievery. Although the list of skills he gave would point either to a scout or a thief. I don’t have many problems with thieves – but then again I don’t have much a thief would want. Except maybe all that money I’ve been holding for the group. But I haven’t needed it yet. He said he was disagreeable so we don’t want him talking to others. But I wonder if that disagreeableness is a cover for something. He is so kind to me.

Broisce said he was a good fighter both knowledgeable and crafty. His words could move the hearts of men and on women do other things.

That’s when we met the Brownie in Eireamhon’s pack. It came with him from Other world. It seemed a rather nice little fellow, but Ahiro paled at the sight of it. He said his other group was infested by brownie with a relatively harmless but active sense of humour.

Eireamhon saw it as a pest and would be taking it back soon.

Tactical conversations continued. It was good. We talked. Although I was amazed that most of them thought we had made stunning victories so far. I just can’t see them as that. No one should die and minimal damage is best. They just saw it as a win…well Balthazar disagreed with them. I spoke some but only agitated so I watched and listened mainly. Only being pulled out by Ahiro and Mordencainen occasionally.

Broisce is having a problem fighting alongside of Theo because he is an orc. Which is odd because we mentioned him before and he seemed to take our word for it that he was a good sort.

Kesleigh wont’ move from the front but Brag says he goes where he is told to so now Broisce is in the front.

Then discussing tactics. Ahiro wants us to control the combat. Those available to be attacked controlled and those unable to sustain an attack should avoid contact. Of course this conversation will be different with Quinn there. I hope the boy understands. I did mention to Ahiro that if he wants to fight than he should train as a fighter – in fact we both seemed to come to the same idea simultaneously. Ahiro brought this up to the group and his intentions to speak to Quinn of the same. I wonder what Quinn will decide?

Balthazar let slip the stuff he knows about tactics. I suppose the interest of the conversation drew them out. He learned them from his father, but he doesn’t’ like it because of the responsibility of someone following his idea and then getting hit. So he cares on some level.

It all ended. All seemed satisfied but still guarded. Ahiro and Mordencainen agreed that personal matters need to be looked after in a fair and just manner…it is the generals duty to oversee the leader will advise but not step in to govern how it should be done. Odd – he was ready to kill Roxanne whom he saw as presenting a danger but wants not to step in to lead us. I wonder...

Game Twenty-Three

March 15, 2003

Eanaire 14, 10th year since foundation

I presented my idea to the group of having some kind of illusion to make it appear as if Quinn had died what I am presuming will be our final conflict with Manslayer. Mordencainen said that hew was protected by a god of illusion from Avoril Torril called Llira, so he could see through it (that symbol is a cloud on his belt). I suggested that perhaps we could find a spell to make similar goo appear—but that would take time that both Mordencainen and Ahiro say we no longer have. They are concerned that Manslayer is directly attacking towns now. So am I. They told us that somehow Manslayer is moving the planes. A theory – if three worlds collide the energy created by their destruction could make him a god. I wondered if this has any connection to how our world came into being. The gods came out of the chaos. I wonder if the chaos was indeed an energy like they have explained to me. Perhaps, an energy resulting from an explosion a long time ago of different planes of existence. What if that is why planar magick is so frowned on upon here. With that knowledge someone as powerful as Manslayer could become a god? Or our gods simply protect us from the dangers I have seen as a result of planar knowledge.

I then suggested that the world needed to be informed. That surely, no matter how powerful, they could defeat the Manslayer. We checked in on Eisennstaadt and basically he made huge breaches in their walls. So now it lies open to Thet. Ahiro and Manslayer agrees that none should know what we do. We cannot trust it will be in the right hands. Those spies could find out who knows and destroy them just for the knowledge. I disagreed. Our world needed a chance to fight for themselves. They shook their heads at me and told me that they had tried that in their other worlds and only managed to have the world fight against each other. Each country choosing a side and equally thwarting the other. For the first time I wish Salvazia were still alive. I think we were convincing her. If that was possible that anything was. I still think that our two mentors misjudge this world. For some reason manslayer chose us—what is special about us…do our planes work differently. Again I head back to the chaos --- the creation of our world – does he know about that. Do gods work differently here? Both Ahiro and Mordencainen suggest that our gods cannot be imprisoned by Manslayer. I would have to think further on it.

On a rather cool afternoon with tall mountains in the distance we reached the base of the Peaks of the Wyrm. We are heading off to find the black stone of destiny. A Copse of trees with a path leading into it is our direction. It becomes extremely dense, which is probably natural but pretty extreme. As Broisce approaches the tree limbs are moving out of the way, but somehow it doesn’t look like they are physically moving. As soon as we enter the dark canopy envelops us. Then the most unnatural feeling overcomes me. A few steps further and the trees begin to stretch. They strain continues until you can literally see through parts of them. They look like a puzzle that is almost completed, but you can still see the seams. As we continue the seams grow. I throw a stone forward and watch it pull and stretch as it goes further down the path. As we walk own we remain whole. We are entering other world. The planes moving apart must be the reason for this strange effect. The separation gets bigger as we continue

Cracks in the ground are appearing as well. Finally we reach places that we have to jump over the cracks. Between the gulfs there is no air. So flying is out of the question. It took us some time to jump the last few feet to other world. Harnesses, climbing and mine and Theo’s strength eventually prevail. I had to force my change to keep Quinn from dying at one point.

Although I would never tell him that. He is most upset with his climbing performance. I wonder if he puts to o much emphasis on the things he is quite capable of performing. When he is at the moment when they are useful, since he has put so much store in them, he often missteps due o the stress and tension he himself has created around them. At least I gave him a choice at one point. He had morphed into an Ettin and wanted to send me across and he last without any benefit of the rope. I just waited, without argument…..and he went first.

We are in otherworld. I don’t know how much time has passed. We have see sunrises and sunsets too often to count now. I rest in a quiet mans log house. The food is delicious. He told us that it wasn’t from Otherworld and we were safe to eat it. I held off for a long time, but the fish looked irresistible. I saw Quinn and Theo eat, so after all had slept I indulged myself. I must say the fish is of epic proportions. Poems and song should be written about its flavors.

All of us sleep now after a hard day? Night? Few days?? The man who gives us shelter is from our world, and knows much. He knows who we are, knows of our fate, and even sang us the prophecy. It was a song once. It was originally in Aebassan the same language that Kesleigh had originally repeated it in. So I write now while the others sleep. I will first start with strange tests we met today.

The first was an old battlefield shrouded in mist. The mist held the ghosts of the dead. We walked through their field of bones. I examined their weapons, unaffected by age, yet made of bronze and inefficient material at best. We spoke to the mist once we saw the faces; Quinn even tried orcish which produced a mist arrow shooting towards him and then only angry faces for him. Eventually we found a half buried full suit of bronze scale mail with the skeletons arms crossed across the chest holding a bronze sword.

Later we came to a bridge with a lone man in full plate armour guarding it. He leaned on his large bastard sword waiting calmly for our approach.

“I have been cursed to guard this bridge by the guardian of the stone.”

He told us. He guards against the unworthy…he doesn’t know how they are unworthy he just knows. He himself had tried for the stone and found unworthy, so his judgement was to guard this bridge. We will receive a similar curse if we are found the same. He doesn’t know how long he has been there. I felt remorse for him. He has served his time, her regrets his actions, should he not then have some sort to f reprieve or a chance to earn back his life? Before I could question him more to see if some release could be sought Broisce walked up and challenge him, the sword swung through the guarding and Broisce was allowed to pass.

Then Quinn walked up.

“All I know is that it will set Geldemar free.”

He waited. The guardian told us a person that would not fight him had never challenged him.

He allowed us all to pass.

On a twisty path through the woods we heard a large snort:

“I smell food”

Moving through the trees it sounded big. We in broke through to us it was a huge lumbering creature that looked like a giant – 10 to 11 feet tall big sack full of bulging big boulders to throw at us. It was a Hill giant. I had only heard stories of giants. They are impressive! And it wanted to eat us. We fought it and succeeded. Theo was quite hurt, however, since he was only attacking to succumb the giant. I wonder if he will fight to kill the Manslayer or only to knock him down. This could present a problem, but I respect his decision even though I do not share it. Theo is a good man. If not for Berig I would look closer.

Not 10 minutes after our fight with the giant another stunning woman stepped out from behind a tree. She was 7 feet tall with high pointed ears over which red hair cascaded and to the pleasure of the boys she was very scantily clad. The boys took a moment to remember to breathe. Strangely her mouth didn’t move as she spoke.

“Travelers what do you seek”

“The black stone of destiny” we answered.

“To pass you each must give me your most valuable possession”.

I thought. This was another land. Is money important here? Or do they wish only what is most important to us personally. I asked and she told me I must answer. So I thought. My axe? My Hammer? My armour? All certainly most important. Then I saw a scrap piece of ore in my pact and I knew. I handed her my armband. My symbol for my craft, my knowledge, my work, all for my beloved Mulciber.

Morel surpassingly gave up hi bow. Theo a dagger, which Quinn was surprised meant much to him. Balthazar angrily gave up his new boots and gloves.

Broisce waits behind us. He cannot give up his torque without giving his life as well.

As we rounded the bend we found our belongings waiting for us. Balthazar is so elated he actually did a little jig. I can see not all thieves are performers like Quinn.

10 minutes of walking through twilight and we reached this warm, inviting, hall. Coming out of the center of the peak of the roof the big beam comes up into a carved dragon’s head.

We first met our host. Airevaken, a tall man standing eye to eye with me, but not possessing my girth. He wanted to know what we sought from him. We told him of the black stone. He didn’t have it and seemed curious as to why we thought he did. We tried to explain that this place was strange and we thought his place might be some kind of quest. After moments of embarrassed stumbling on my part we were invited to stay. He said that the goblins would attack any in the woods tonight. We thought of Broisce and headed back to check on him, but it was daylight where he was and again twilight when we returned to Airevaken’s abode.

So Airevaken is from our world. He has a dispensation form the ruler of this land to travel back and forth between the lands – it’s from Nuada.

He’s been here over 3000 years. Other world is strange indeed. Quinn paced to see if our host could track him with his eyes. A good ploy to see if this man could be manslayer. Quinn entertained him for our meal. Airevaken played us the prophecy on his harp that I mentioned before. And he told us that the manslayer is the one who is pulling the planes apart. This man knows of us, knows those we fight, knows so much. And yet he dint’ know about our friends who were no longer with us. He was upset that our gods did not bring them back to us. I must say I cannot argue with hie. We are trying to save our world – the world they created. He told us that the Dagda is the one who made the prophecy. I don’t know who that is and Airevaken doesn’t seem to answer straightforward questions very well. He was a scholar before he retired to other world and history and language and geography and geology and a slew of other knowledge are his specialty.

He did tell us of the Black stone of destiny. It was lost with the last high king – the skeleton we had seen earlier this day. It was brought here as a shrine. The battle was against orcs which explains their anger at the language, but why then not at Theo? It was brought her to protect it. It waits here until the descendant was ready to assume leadership.

He doesn’t know the bloodline for last 2000 years. Back then they didn’t have family names only clans. A man was known by his deeds not his name.

The new high king can reunite their peoples. He is not really sure what those peoples are called anymore. The translation was just the people. So again.. what good will this stone be against fighting Manslayer. Is one of us the descendant? Is it Broisce, no he is from the line of bards that protects it? Is it then Eireamhon? Could that explain his silence? It would be a great responsibility.

Mica seems unconcerned with this Airevaken so I am at ease. He noticed me talking with her, which again was odd, but we are in Otherworld. Then he told me what she truly was. She of course knew all along and just didn’t find it necessary to tell me. I think she picked up too many traits form Pop. I wonder if he knew? She is a guardian lion created by Baelthor. She is tasked to defend the dwarves in their greatest hour of need. She and 6 of her sisters were encased in stone only to be release when the dwarven nation is at its greatest peril. Truly they are now, but to be blessed this way by Baelthor? Talk about responsibilities and great trust. I will not let you down Baelthor. And thank you – Mica is my closest friend; life without her is lonely. She has given me strength and humour. Thank you.

Game Twenty-Four

April 5, 2003

Folloch 12, 10th year since foundation

Much time has passed since we first traveled into the Other World. We were very successful there. Eireamhon, as I had thought, is the true king, but I get ahead of the story. Where was I?

We had just spent a very restful eve at Airevaken’s house. A very tall gangly man dressed in patchwork clothes posed the first test on the next day to us. We were to take a sharp knife and pass it between his fingers rapidly keeping in time with the tune he sang. Quinn jumped at the task, and I must say did rather well he only knicked him once. I thought the test may have been failed but Clover announced our success. In fact Quinn could’ve knicked him three times and still succeeded.

A half an hour later the ground became soggy and then a full-blown swamp. The swamp witch was near; it wasn’t long before her ugly visage peered at us from the treetops. She was nasty…she would let us pass if we fetched her a baby to eat. I thought perhaps she wanted to rile us up to attack her…in any case we soon did. I had been carrying Mica on my back due to her strong dislike of the swamp water, so I told her to breathe. It was a neat effect, the witch was surprised. Balthazar’s arrows and Morel’s orbs finished her off and gained us passage through the swamp. She did however reform rather quickly and cursed at us that she hoped our genitals dried up.

Out of the swamp around a bend we met another hill giant. In fact this was the brother to the first one we killed. This hill giant had already been defeated this day by a white man and a dog. And he didn’t want to die again this day. We tried to talk him out of his duty. We didn’t particularly want to drain ourselves by fighting another. Quinn came up with a brilliantly hysterical idea of a hide fight. I almost burst into childish giggling. It was just so funny to hear the bargaining between the giant and Quinn. Eventually it failed and we attacked…the giant quickly surrendered though.

After another hour of walking we came to a small clearing. A middle aged pudgy woman wearing green robes and a friendly face posed us a riddle.

“I’ll have to test you and see if you can pass. You have to answer a question.

The question has a fairly easy answer but may be complicated.

Take as much time as you need.

What single word best describes the most important quality of a king?”

We sat and stared. I wondered if perhaps it was a riddle..a play on words. In that case the word that described quality was important. We passed several other ideas, but we couldn’t settle on one. There were just too many words to describe a good king. More importantly those one words could also be seen as detriments. We were flummoxed. Why did everything we had been through boil down to this? We were even denied using one of the few gifts given by the deck of many things to solve it. The woman stopped Orcus from helping us solve it. Who was she?

Eventually Balthazar came up with the word true. If this question was specific to the black stone then it did indeed want the true king. We couldn’t argue it much so we went for it. So while a cow mooed contentedly in the background we spoke the word true. And we were correct. Actually we could have said anything… even moo and we would have succeeded. They just wanted to see if we could work together to find an answer. I thanked the gods that Agni was no longer with us.

We entered the last clearing we would come to in this Other World. On the far side a 10-foot tall bushy red haired man wielding an immense bronze great sword waited for us. Unlike the giants he was clothed well. He wore unique looking studded leather armour with lots of knotwork designs imbedded in it. I still couldn’t fathom the use of bronze for so many weapons here. Perhaps it takes to magick better than other ore. Perhaps the staff I make should be of it, but I just can’t get mithril out of my mind. Behind the man laid the stone of destiny.

I shifted to my tween form while he raised an eyebrow in my direction. We had to fight him for the stone. Eireamhon tells him that the Tuatha themselves said it will help us. The giant man wouldn’t relent…it was his quest to protect it. I wondered how he had failed to be sentenced here.

We engaged him. It took little time to dispatch him. I was quite surprised at the ease we had here. It increased my figuring that Eireamhon was indeed the true king. My muscles were just releasing me from their combat when a large black dog charged us from the rear. His red glowing eyes stared at us as he charged with black smoke blowing through his nostrils. Mica was just guffawing the selection of a dog to attack us when the alabaster skinned bald man bearing two wickedly edged scimitars attacked us from our flank. The battle had ended so our formation hadn’t held. Eireamhon was in trouble. The bald man sliced into him. Without thought I left the side of Theo and charged the bald man. I had to knock him away from Eireamhon. The bald man may be quicker than I but I knew I was stronger. Theo was hurt but I had told Mica to stay by his side. Of course she didn’t listen and stood next to me when I recovered after successfully interposing myself between the bald man and Eireamhon. I felt his blade scratch me as he retaliated, but I didn’t care much because with his other attacks he struck Mica hard. I roared! I had thought I wouldn’t attack another humanoid with my fangs, but seeing Mica injured obviated that decision. I felt his skin break, the hot blood run down my throat, the snap of his ligaments and tearing of his carotid. I didn’t feel guilty. I felt…victorious, thrilled, he was defeated. I stood over him. Then I saw his face. How odd…he smiled. What had happened to me? I saw joy in killing another of my kind? It wasn’t until later when I talked to my Pops that I understood. I stood in his cave in my home mountains of Janos. I saw him much differently now. He was naked, and he look satiated. His arms and body were stained with blood - the remains of Thet scouts that had gotten too close to him. He ate some of them. I wasn’t human. This was my way now. I wonder if I even have a soul? Or perhaps a spirit like other animals.

In any case I had no time to ponder my first true kill as bear. I healed Eireamhon and Theo and then myself. We debated about standing on the stone. I told Eireamhon that I thought he was the true king. The ghosts of the mists gathered near us as we talked. Eventually Eireamhon stepped onto the stone.

“All hail the true high king!”

The ghosts formed back into flesh and kneeled before Eireamhon. I looked at Balthazar who started to kneel too after an expletive or two so I followed in turn with the kneeling. The rest of us followed. Eireamhon told us it was not necessary and all including the 20 followers got up. Then an odd old man in green robes carrying a gnarled staff approached Eireamhon and bowed a bit.

“Your majesty. We’ve been waiting a long time for you son. I am the Ollam Niath.”

Apparently the title Ollam means druid. Eireamhon McDougal’s true last name is O’rudd. His enemies are the orcs and any that would oppose humanity. Also apparently Eireamhon is not just the high king of Hageria but the entire world. Although he is only truly recognized in Hageria. The twenty others are now his knights. They are the heroes of old. I couldn’t help but offer to make them decent armour and swords, but was quickly put aside. I meant not to offend but to offer my serviced. Eireamhon was a king – he looked it. I think it may suit him. Certainly better than I ever saw it suit Agni. I could follow Eireamhon. In one month’s time, the Druid promised, Eireamhon will have an army that this world has not seen in 300 years.

Then we were not in the Other World any longer.

We arrived back in our proper plane to find the other two planes that Manslayer had conquered floating serenely in our sky. This couldn’t be good, and indeed it wasn’t.

We returned to the tower and reunited with the others. Manslayer said we had little time to face the Manslayer. I had to make the weapon right away. He asked what I needed. I told him mithril. At first I joked that I need 400 pounds of it. But mages don’t know how much metal it takes to make a staff. I stopped him from wasting his magick on my foolishness, but that was bad for I interrupted his spell and made him waste it any way. I won’t do that again, but he did go ahead and wish me up 400 pounds of mithril. My eyes glazed over with the thoughts of weapons and armour. Perhaps Eireamhon could put some magick into them. All that would be in the future. Mordencainen whisked me off to the forge to make Quinn’s staff. Only Balthazar took me up on the offer to have something else made while I was there. I did manage to convince Mordencainen to let me see Pops. As I mentioned earlier it was an interesting conversation. Pops actually made Mordencainen laugh. It was good to see even though it was at the expense of my blushing.

Folloch 13

I have taken a journey. Mordencainen should be here soon. Some folks say that once you make the perfect weapon you are done..your life has led to that moment. Not for me. I have made a perfect weapon and no words could let anyone know the closeness I have felt with Mulciber these last two weeks. Instead of retiring I want more!

The staff is just that a simple staff, but I have carved as many symbols of peoples and gods as I could find in the library here. I even carved all of the animals of the oak on it. This weapon is for our world. Even Dagon’s symbol graces it. I couldn’t however carve any animals from the tribe of the moon upon it. Every time I tried it turned into one of the oak. Strange, the human deity of darkness took little thought, but no wolf, snake, bat, nor rat could mar its gleaming beauty. My tools would not, could not etch them. I wonder about that, but again must push it aside for the task at hand.

Finished the weapon. Go find Berig.

Mordencainen took me back to the others. WE met and planned and searched for where the Manslayer could be. A loud pop a small point of light with lightning bolts coming out of it the wall behind started to bend and shift then the bolts brightened into the form of figure. A rather attractive middle aged (dead woman because I killed her in the last game) woman with black hair chased with gray wearing dark midnight blue robes bearing the symbol of Abaris and a silver skull cap on her head stepped into the tower. (I recalled another cleric of Abaris that we met along time ago wore the same sliver skullcap). He had told us what the lead circlet did)

She put up her hands

I am here to help

Her name was Marta. She was the high consul of the mages of Lundorac. I asked if she had the mage sword one of the other weapons purported to have the power to destroy the rod of seven parts. She didn’t seem happy with her answer of no. They must have lost it in some unpleasant matter. (tee hee) She however could traverse the barriers. And she wanted to speak to the king of Hageria. Eireamhon had been busy. We tell her of the manslayer being the one pulling planes together. 6 of her people are coming that can traverse the barriers. The 6 of them can sense a psychic. She also told us that the convergence of the planes has been proposed in the past. The Convergence D’avalor theorized that this plane had a special relationship with two others near it and if the were to be brought together essentially it would destroy magick connections on the planes except for the person standing on the convergence spot. The powers of all mages and deities and even supernatural creatures would siphon into him. They haven’t figured out where the convergence is yet.

In the wee hours of the morning Mordencainen woke all of us. He may have found the convergence.

The majority of undead humans have besieged Fuderschart. It could be a ruse but it is entirely too large of an army for the town. It’s the only activity that he has been able to nail down.

So Eireamhon gathers his other help the Aborigine order with teleportals will be sending his Hagerian army to Fodder’s Notch.

Balthazar ….. then asked Mordencainen if he was stopping telepathy with anyone. He was and Balthazar asked to be taken from the effect. My surmise is to contact Tam. I wonder by what means. I gave him the mithril daggers I made him. He was as pleased as Quinn was with the staff. He did however say he was going to use them with Purple worm poison and large scorpion venom. I knew of no cure for either. I hope he stays true to the quest…but I trust him to.

We teleported to Fodder’s Notch. It has grown 4 sizes. Most of the new population seems to be soldiers. A dwarf approached us and asked if we were

Oreson’s group. I chuckled and introduced him to Eireamhon as our leader. The battle has not gone well. The blue dragon flew over and caused some great degree of what they believe to be magickal fear.

Vampires had gotten 50 of our guys.

The mages then began porting the warriors of Hageria. Some or them are totally nude except for some blue paint that they call wode on them.

I asked for my mother, but she was on patrol when the undead army got her. A moment of immense pain… then cool controlling calm. No time to mourn right Mordencainen…those were our words to me so long ago when Gunther and Niccolo passed from us. I must stay true and strong, without it Manslayer could breach.

I stopped in on my father just to see him. He was haggard from all the work and he nodded and told me she was a survivor. I nodded back and rejoined the group. Eireamhon had left and told me that my mother was safe. He had gone back to the tower to scry for me. Yes, I would follow him.

Ahiro appears. He is here to fight.

An older man hailed Brag from the wall. It’s his uncle. Seems that Brag was also busy while I forged. He has mended some family ties. Good. I am glad for him. Perhaps he can find some calm in this storm that surrounds us now.

Folloch 14

Sunrise.

The placed is sealed off from the outside. No more teleportations are possible from inside here.

I voice to the priest of Baelthor how to use Gaels. They can’t speak any common language. He would not suggest they be used, as a rush force against the 10000 against us, but it may be there best way to fight. I told him I would tell their leader. I bring over Eireamhon and the plan is set. At his word the Gaels will charge forth.

On Skyler’s peak nearby the Manslayer’s blue dragon waited. On his roar the armies began to move. They steadily approach the rocks outside the walls, but as I look closely they are not rocks. The rovers spring into their attack. And my fucking mother stands tall amongst them wearing her own gray cloak.

BITCH!

I roared but with much pride. I drew my bow and began added my arrows to hers in front of her. I watch as they advance. Most of the other rovers had to switch to their arms, but mom still had a comfortable distance between her and the enemies in front of her. I thought I saw her glance once to my position on the walls, but I might have imagined it. I kept up my volley.

Screams from the back of the undead army paused me for a second as I watched undead bodies being flung from 6 directions. Kesleigh looked through her glass and saw a solid white bear and a red on leading the rear attack. Pop and Berig had found some friends. Damn, if only I was only with them. It must be glorious. I returned to deepening the arch of dead in front of my mother.

Then Balthazar began shouting to send the Gael troops in now. Manslayer was approaching from the rear on his steed. They could cut a path for us through the middle of the army. It would take some time but we leapt to it. I glanced once toward my mother and begged the plants in front of her to hold the arch I was creating for her. Keep her safe.

We ran into the fray surrounded by the Gaels. They are impressive. Their shouts lifted me up. Their carnage was unmatchable, well except by the bears. Then the Blue dragon leapt into the air and came bearing down on us. I felt myself preparing for the blow. Within range of us another dragon, a gray grand dragon, a huge blue speckled dragon, leapt towards the Manslayers obvious baby dragon and grabbed it in his massive maw like a mother kitten fetching its kit. It flew off then to the cheering of the soldiers on our walls. Awe!

Our guard of Gaels was holding, although taking some serious losses. Kesleigh with a small prayer was managing to keep the undead at bay for a moment. But Balthazar shouted again. I couldn’t help notice how his voice sounded not unlike the other men in our army shouting at their own men. I think he could have been a remarkable leader of men, had he not so detested the thought. He ordered Kesleigh to stop. I looked at him and saw the urgency, and then I caught on. Tam—he controlled undead too. I added my urgings to his. She shrugged and stopped. Then the dead around us began to rise and began guarding us again. Tam had joined the battle! The more the undead killed the more Tam had fight for us. I wondered what a fight between Tam and the Fell King would be like.

Within 10 minutes of reaching Manslayer he slowly turned his horse and headed off in the other direction. In 10 minutes we broke out of the back and charged after him.

I was able to shoot at him a few times with my arrows but with no satisfaction. I knew he headed to a valley that could have an ambush waiting for us but what choice did we have?

He topped the ridge and disappeared. Within a few seconds he reappeared with the Fell King by his side. We redoubled our attacks. Kesleigh drew her lance. She was going to charge the Rod of 7 parts with her simple lance? Bravery or foolishness it all depended on who survived.

He lowered his staff to charge us. I again begged the plants to give us more time with range. It managed merely a moment. They came closer. Arrows did little. Eireamhon’s fire was simply dodged. I had never seen a horse do that before, but I was rarely around them.

Then I was shocked. It takes an awful lot to shock me. I practice at not being shocked – but well…DAMN! Broisce ran forward yelling and swinging his sword. I though for certain it to be his death knell. He opened his mouth, swung missing, and then swallowed manslayer whole!!!!! His mouth unhinged like a snake and sucked the man down!!!!!

FUCK!

Then the Fell King changed in one magnificent roar a huge red dragon stood in the Fell King’s place. Using the better part of valor we were forced to leave by her sight. For it wasn’t the Fell King or the Manslayer. It was Rothgafarious and his bitch. Broisce had defeated Roth! But Kesleigh was caught up in the red dragon’s claws and the bitch was ready to trade. Kesleigh for Roth and the location of Manslayer with promises that neither she nor Roth would ever fight us again.

We dealt to Broisce’s ire.

The Manslayer is in a granite (damn Winthrop) temple near the Inn of the Crossroads. 3 miles from us surrounded by an anti teleportation shell and a Drow army. We rest for but a moment to regroup. Manslayer with my last breath you will not win! You will be stopped.