Starday 1st Flocktime
This morning finds the towns folk assembling to attend a town hall meeting called by Grudi whom I should like very much to meet. I endured a less than ideal and restful sleep on the floor, insisting Shayla (and Church) use of the bed. The sky is red this morning, warning sailors of danger ahead. There is no fog, but a dry warm breeze that portends a miserable day and threats of dangerous storms.
Cade seems to be exceptionally agitated this morning and eager to get back to the manor house to rescue his brother and to extract his vengeance on Grudi and the others who have imprisoned and tormented him. I too would like to rescue his brother, and destroy the enemies of good and decent people that are poison to this land and the Jewel.
The enemy is well established in his position at the manor, designed for safety of a ruler and thus easily defended. I hope for some little known, forgotten or undiscovered entry we can exploit to obtain surprise and infiltrate the manor to split the enemy, killing him one at a time room to room quietly and quickly. Our soldiers however seem dead set upon a frontal assault, reckless but daring they hope they will catch the enemy off balance and not expecting such a move. I believe this is too much to hope for considering the discipline and organization the enemy has shown us thus far.
However, in light of my own recent planning flaws, I have told Cade that he is welcome to take the lead on this as he spent a good bit of his childhood here, his brother is involved and he has shown good sense about when to engage and to quit battle. I will follow him, though I made it a point to ask Perry to stay close as I need his protection while casting in close quarters of the manor house.
I should also like to find a large shield I can carry in front of me on the way to the house…
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Copy of Correspondence
The navigator in addition to personal journals and magical formulae also wrote volumes of correspondence cited earlier as evidence of his psuedo chronology. Note that in the final letter to the prince he used the current date and again eludes to brewfest approaching. This final letter also evidences the navigators growing confidence in his magical powers as he dares to blast the princes decision to strip his friend of his title. It is not clear if the navigator ever sent this message as there are no records of a return correspondence. There is however the very real Kaska Penn Orchard Gymnasium and Library still in use today. Earlier letters are also included here.
Your Excellency Prince Olinstaad Corond,
I write to inform you that Rittersmarch has been taken by the enemy of the Pomarj. The Graf Twembly is a prisoner in his home patrolled by Men, Orc and Goblins. Your investigators Na’il, Drazil, Ruggin and Burton have arrived but may already have failed having gone to see your emissary Grudi who is in league with the enemy.
I also dare to protest your dismissal of Councilman Mesko following the brutal murder of his wife. You heap insult upon injury on a good and loyal servant. He is a friend; I have provided service to you at his request as a point of honor.
It is for the orphans, and the other weak and vulnerable taken by the enemy and fed to the Pomarj worms befouling the Jewel that I will continue to my campaign of harassment and destruction, not for you your highness. I have heard of your anger at Mesko for giving me commission to investigate this matter. I am not only a sailor, but a magoi able to make my anger known, to make revenge a living breathing ally, the insults paid him cascade down upon me your majesty.
If my last correspondence failed to reach you know now that your enemy numbers at least 300. Three score have fallen in the past week alone. Havenhill is a target for an impending march and the enemy holds the south bank of the Jewel where he wishes, able to cross with reinforcements at will.
This is not just another summer incursion following the hateful wars started by the celenian elves all those years ago. This is a new and vigorous offensive that might naught end at the edge of the disputed zone. I believe the offensive begins tomorrow with the start of Brewfest. I doubt this will reach you in time.
Your subjects have rendered services in total of 1,400 gold forges (400 Cuthbertines & 1,000 Le Toux of Thunderstrike – which is dying under plague quarantine). My own compensation arrangements were made with Mesko; I will seek recompense through his successor or if it pleases you to deal with this matter I require: the two acres of the Kaska Penn Orchard be made a memorial, a youth gymnasium and library to be erected there upon in tribute to the brave Uleki mailed foot squad that died there, and an acre in an over watch where I will erect my own tower to guard the site, the title of Baron and granting of a coat of arms. Should Rittersmarch be salvaged the Temple will be restored and I require 200 high crowns for my own expenses, that of my guards, guides and retainers including compensation to the ambassador from a friendly Sylvan nation.
Magoi Kildare Redding of Hardby
In Rittersmarch, 28th Harvester
Councilman Mesko,
I do not seek to raise undue alarm, but I must report what I have found though it disturbs me greatly to put quill to parchment to describe what I have discovered.
In the province, county or area known as Prinzfeld, there are along the southern bank of the Suss at least two remaining structures that can only be referred to as horror houses. They contain creatures most foul whose only purpose seems to be devouring the living flesh of your livestock, game and countrymen and putrefying their remains and pouring them into the Suss to poison it.
I have seen them in action (sketch included). They are similar to a monster known as a carrion crawler, a different breed, less dangerous perhaps being without the tentacles and armored carapace.
I say remaining structures because I have put the southernmost structure to fire and watched it collapse, killing most if not all of the monsters that were inside it. These structures are well guarded by more elite orc troops. The structure I destroyed was guarded by a score of goblins and orcs of the Pomarj and what my ranger called an ogre. Billet Perry’s skill at arms shined that day.
I report now from Thunderstrike. The town is in dire straits. The poisoning of the Suss has ruined the land and spread plague and contagion. The town has been put under quarantine and the local scholars are working with priests of Cuthbertine persuasion to provide succor to the citizens but they are vulnerable to attack, though I suspect that the enemy plans something else instead.
Looking at my maps of where enemy activity is rumored and known I suspect they will bypass the provinces north and march directly on to Havenhill, the provincial hamlets on the road being unable to mount a defense and Thunderstrikes Garrison disabled by plague. This will isolate Fort Stonewall & Hyle, leaving them with no lines of supply or communication, and thus doom them as well.
I beg of you to send what assistance you may be able to muster for the poor people of Thunderstrike. If it pleases the Prince, services have been rendered to my party by Cuthbertines in the amount of 400pg that should be repaid them as they were rendered in good faith to those who serve the crown, and in the amount of 1,000gp to Le Toux, the necromancer of Thunderstrike who is studying the monsters in hopes of discovering a means of counteracting the plague.
I am not returning to Havenhill, it is my intention to inspect the other towns in Prinzfeld and make mischief against the enemy with raids and ambushes until soldiers of the crown arrive to relieve us and expel the invaders who must number at least 300, less the 55 killed, by my estimates in this area. We are aided by an ambassador from a northern country beyond the mountains who shall remain anonymous but is deserving of mention, praise and gratitude as we could not have enjoyed even our modest success without him. The ambassador sends his best to the Prince.
Your Humble Servant
Magoi Kildare Redding of Hardby
Maps enclosed
Lord [Mesko],
We have made due haste in carrying out our charges and have met significant resistance including a PLATOON of enemy ELITE FOOT, thirty five strong, mixed orc, goblin and half-orc perhaps (see drawing). As some half-orcs are able to pass for men (as was my Bosun aboard Swallow) we should be
ALERT FOR SPIES & ENEMY OPERATIVES IN OUR MIDST.
The platoon enjoyed unshakable morale – no fear of magic and they seemed to be either intoxicated or enspelled, operating under some manner of altered mental state.
Goblin patrol subdued 1 day out (approx 16-20 miles north your position) featured trained archers (I am told this is unusual). Interrogations have produced nothing useful except that these enemies are led by a Turosh Mak, and they are convinced he will ‘eat us’ and such.
Uleki Dwarven footman also carried a message I’m forwarding, ten of them lost their lives to bring this to you.
My range tells me that there is some indication that the enemy is poisoning the Jewel River, reference Lukvich (Spl?) writings on the hateful wars – Cromwell knows the copy.
Your Humble Servant,
Master Kildare Redding
P.S. Please make an inquiry on my behalf with my tailor, have need of new shirt and a replacement bridge coat, as the wool is now dyed with blood, best wishes.
Your Excellency Prince Olinstaad Corond,
I write to inform you that Rittersmarch has been taken by the enemy of the Pomarj. The Graf Twembly is a prisoner in his home patrolled by Men, Orc and Goblins. Your investigators Na’il, Drazil, Ruggin and Burton have arrived but may already have failed having gone to see your emissary Grudi who is in league with the enemy.
I also dare to protest your dismissal of Councilman Mesko following the brutal murder of his wife. You heap insult upon injury on a good and loyal servant. He is a friend; I have provided service to you at his request as a point of honor.
It is for the orphans, and the other weak and vulnerable taken by the enemy and fed to the Pomarj worms befouling the Jewel that I will continue to my campaign of harassment and destruction, not for you your highness. I have heard of your anger at Mesko for giving me commission to investigate this matter. I am not only a sailor, but a magoi able to make my anger known, to make revenge a living breathing ally, the insults paid him cascade down upon me your majesty.
If my last correspondence failed to reach you know now that your enemy numbers at least 300. Three score have fallen in the past week alone. Havenhill is a target for an impending march and the enemy holds the south bank of the Jewel where he wishes, able to cross with reinforcements at will.
This is not just another summer incursion following the hateful wars started by the celenian elves all those years ago. This is a new and vigorous offensive that might naught end at the edge of the disputed zone. I believe the offensive begins tomorrow with the start of Brewfest. I doubt this will reach you in time.
Your subjects have rendered services in total of 1,400 gold forges (400 Cuthbertines & 1,000 Le Toux of Thunderstrike – which is dying under plague quarantine). My own compensation arrangements were made with Mesko; I will seek recompense through his successor or if it pleases you to deal with this matter I require: the two acres of the Kaska Penn Orchard be made a memorial, a youth gymnasium and library to be erected there upon in tribute to the brave Uleki mailed foot squad that died there, and an acre in an over watch where I will erect my own tower to guard the site, the title of Baron and granting of a coat of arms. Should Rittersmarch be salvaged the Temple will be restored and I require 200 high crowns for my own expenses, that of my guards, guides and retainers including compensation to the ambassador from a friendly Sylvan nation.
Magoi Kildare Redding of Hardby
In Rittersmarch, 28th Harvester
Councilman Mesko,
I do not seek to raise undue alarm, but I must report what I have found though it disturbs me greatly to put quill to parchment to describe what I have discovered.
In the province, county or area known as Prinzfeld, there are along the southern bank of the Suss at least two remaining structures that can only be referred to as horror houses. They contain creatures most foul whose only purpose seems to be devouring the living flesh of your livestock, game and countrymen and putrefying their remains and pouring them into the Suss to poison it.
I have seen them in action (sketch included). They are similar to a monster known as a carrion crawler, a different breed, less dangerous perhaps being without the tentacles and armored carapace.
I say remaining structures because I have put the southernmost structure to fire and watched it collapse, killing most if not all of the monsters that were inside it. These structures are well guarded by more elite orc troops. The structure I destroyed was guarded by a score of goblins and orcs of the Pomarj and what my ranger called an ogre. Billet Perry’s skill at arms shined that day.
I report now from Thunderstrike. The town is in dire straits. The poisoning of the Suss has ruined the land and spread plague and contagion. The town has been put under quarantine and the local scholars are working with priests of Cuthbertine persuasion to provide succor to the citizens but they are vulnerable to attack, though I suspect that the enemy plans something else instead.
Looking at my maps of where enemy activity is rumored and known I suspect they will bypass the provinces north and march directly on to Havenhill, the provincial hamlets on the road being unable to mount a defense and Thunderstrikes Garrison disabled by plague. This will isolate Fort Stonewall & Hyle, leaving them with no lines of supply or communication, and thus doom them as well.
I beg of you to send what assistance you may be able to muster for the poor people of Thunderstrike. If it pleases the Prince, services have been rendered to my party by Cuthbertines in the amount of 400pg that should be repaid them as they were rendered in good faith to those who serve the crown, and in the amount of 1,000gp to Le Toux, the necromancer of Thunderstrike who is studying the monsters in hopes of discovering a means of counteracting the plague.
I am not returning to Havenhill, it is my intention to inspect the other towns in Prinzfeld and make mischief against the enemy with raids and ambushes until soldiers of the crown arrive to relieve us and expel the invaders who must number at least 300, less the 55 killed, by my estimates in this area. We are aided by an ambassador from a northern country beyond the mountains who shall remain anonymous but is deserving of mention, praise and gratitude as we could not have enjoyed even our modest success without him. The ambassador sends his best to the Prince.
Your Humble Servant
Magoi Kildare Redding of Hardby
Maps enclosed
Lord [Mesko],
We have made due haste in carrying out our charges and have met significant resistance including a PLATOON of enemy ELITE FOOT, thirty five strong, mixed orc, goblin and half-orc perhaps (see drawing). As some half-orcs are able to pass for men (as was my Bosun aboard Swallow) we should be
ALERT FOR SPIES & ENEMY OPERATIVES IN OUR MIDST.
The platoon enjoyed unshakable morale – no fear of magic and they seemed to be either intoxicated or enspelled, operating under some manner of altered mental state.
Goblin patrol subdued 1 day out (approx 16-20 miles north your position) featured trained archers (I am told this is unusual). Interrogations have produced nothing useful except that these enemies are led by a Turosh Mak, and they are convinced he will ‘eat us’ and such.
Uleki Dwarven footman also carried a message I’m forwarding, ten of them lost their lives to bring this to you.
My range tells me that there is some indication that the enemy is poisoning the Jewel River, reference Lukvich (Spl?) writings on the hateful wars – Cromwell knows the copy.
Your Humble Servant,
Master Kildare Redding
P.S. Please make an inquiry on my behalf with my tailor, have need of new shirt and a replacement bridge coat, as the wool is now dyed with blood, best wishes.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Dire Straights
Freeday, 28th Planting
Today I find myself mystified, feeling foolish and in grave danger. My friend Mesko who bid me to make this trip in service to Ulek has had his title stripped, and his wife murdered. The prince’s new investigators that we found in R’march this morning reported that the prince was displeased with my note, and by Mesko’s decision to have me investigating this matter. Beyond the bruising of my pride was the sudden realization that this venture would not be profitable for me, and I would be back at square one in terms of finding a means to fund my research and to establish my own company. A grim and harsh reminder of why I chose to be a man of the sea and to leave games and politics to landlubbers.
That disappointment and horror paled against the fate of the town’s orphans. There are no street urchins or orphans to be found here. I was told they were moved to Courwood north for better care. Perry suggested that they’re removal was a ruse and as I’ve never heard of orphans being moved en masse before for anything but exploitation. I’m sure now that I will not find them in Courwood. I dare not dwell on their fates too long lest I never sleep again.
For her part Shayla the guide has agreed not to abandon us, she says she will stay on and assist as we continue our own investigation – to help Perry and St Cuthbert’s not the ungrateful fickle royals of Ulek. I told all of our team that in two days come what may I make my way north to Courwood and beyond on my way home. Cade has discovered that his brother may be prisoner in the Manor of the Graf and I am afraid the prince’s elite investigators are on their way into a trap. Cade has also found the enemy patrolling the grounds of the manor and so we are preparing our own assault against it but this night, Cade continues his own probing alone. I have done what I can to prepare him and wished him well. Perry and I shall pray for him this evening.
Of Friends and Islands
Earthday 27th Planting
Friends are islands in a sea of indifference. Each is a unique creation with its own beauty and gifts to offer and explore. They often come to our horizon unexpectedly and are a joy to discover.
My day began with preparations to depart with my team for Rittersmarch, perhaps the last stop in our quest. I had heard while preparing my own equipment that some of the monsters we tried to kill were washing up on the shore, dead. I went to investigate and it appears the monsters are unable to swim and so drowned when we burnt their home to the ground and they fled the fire. Thus I have also determined they are not particularly intelligent. I found a large group of folks engaged in study of the carcasses led by a necromancer name Le Toux. He was using some magic to avoid the nauseating effects of the monsters odor and directing the others in collecting samples and the like.
I managed to get his attention to discuss his findings and compare notes [these do not appear anywhere in the navigators papers] and he invited me into his home to discuss the other monsters over tea. His quarters were immaculate and reminded me of home. I spent the entire morning in his company and he gifted me a number of fine articles including a new set of clothes to replace the second set of clothes I had brought with me, ruined by goblin and orc gore yesterday. Though gaudy by comparison to my usual attire, the floor length cloak had enough expertly placed pockets for all the magical components I could ever need, and the hat added a dashing flair with its stripe and feather that even Perry had to admire my appearance. It felt good to be clean, and to look good again.
His work forced him to leave me there to finish dressing. I was happy to be away from the horrors and death outside but I found myself hurrying to rejoin him. It was nearing noon, the hour I told my companions we would depart so I dragged myself away from him with the gifts he had given me afraid I might not see him again.
On the way to Rittersmarch I found the new outfit’s boots to be more comfortable than I had guessed but had to remove the feather as Churchill found it to be an irresistable plaything.
Friends are islands in a sea of indifference. Each is a unique creation with its own beauty and gifts to offer and explore. They often come to our horizon unexpectedly and are a joy to discover.
My day began with preparations to depart with my team for Rittersmarch, perhaps the last stop in our quest. I had heard while preparing my own equipment that some of the monsters we tried to kill were washing up on the shore, dead. I went to investigate and it appears the monsters are unable to swim and so drowned when we burnt their home to the ground and they fled the fire. Thus I have also determined they are not particularly intelligent. I found a large group of folks engaged in study of the carcasses led by a necromancer name Le Toux. He was using some magic to avoid the nauseating effects of the monsters odor and directing the others in collecting samples and the like.
I managed to get his attention to discuss his findings and compare notes [these do not appear anywhere in the navigators papers] and he invited me into his home to discuss the other monsters over tea. His quarters were immaculate and reminded me of home. I spent the entire morning in his company and he gifted me a number of fine articles including a new set of clothes to replace the second set of clothes I had brought with me, ruined by goblin and orc gore yesterday. Though gaudy by comparison to my usual attire, the floor length cloak had enough expertly placed pockets for all the magical components I could ever need, and the hat added a dashing flair with its stripe and feather that even Perry had to admire my appearance. It felt good to be clean, and to look good again.
His work forced him to leave me there to finish dressing. I was happy to be away from the horrors and death outside but I found myself hurrying to rejoin him. It was nearing noon, the hour I told my companions we would depart so I dragged myself away from him with the gifts he had given me afraid I might not see him again.
On the way to Rittersmarch I found the new outfit’s boots to be more comfortable than I had guessed but had to remove the feather as Churchill found it to be an irresistable plaything.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Victory, Our First It Seemed
Waterday, 26 Planting
Luck was with us this day. We had made very good time using the ranger’s knowledge of the territory. We reached the enemies strong point along the river banks. They had constructed a stout and sturdy wooden structure there. They took pains to clear a perimeter including marking paths and guard posts. There was an ogre and a dozen or so foes, a mix of orcs and goblins we’d seen before. This was the first opportunity we enjoyed to plan an engagement with the enemy, and though we were not compelled to action by circumstance, our hearts demanded that we take the opportunity to deal the enemy a blow, any setback for the friends they had taken from us.
We hatched a plan for quick raid intent on damaging or destroying the structure and hopefully the monsters inside with fire. I hoped to be able to capture or kill the ogre and most of his forces and told the team to be ready for a hasty retreat. Everyone had their assignments that hinged on carefully coordinated timing, and force of arms. The plan in retrospect was of an order of magnitude that represented the limits of our capabilities, accounting for the presence of our guardian angel and easily beyond our abilities without him. The sunlight was failing, and with it any advantage we’d enjoy from daylight in our raid against the orcs.
All in all the attack was an astounding success from the beginning. Billet Perry blessed us and the first arrow was lit and notched. It landed perfectly and sent burning splinters and shards scattering across the roof top of the enemy’s structure. Shayla launched more arrows pouring fire into the structure and causing confusion (but not quite panic) in the foe. Tiny goblins tried to form a fire brigade with tiny wooden pails, and the orcs chastised them for their efforts; driving them instead into battle. Shayla then began to move to another position from which to fire at our foes, her instructions were to fire, move and fire. I signaled to Church and Cade to begin their attack when ready and Cade continued to prove he can be a deadly business adversary.
I watched the action unfold and picked the time to cast the sleep spell. I had originally intending to take the ogre down with the spell but I sensed there was not enough power here to take him so I listened to god’s whispered will and targeted a group of orcs that had massed to investigate Cade’s advance. I pushed Perry into the clearing, following immediately behind him with the intent to draw the monsters attention. Shayla was facing off against the ogre and two monsters that joined him; Shayla was in trouble it seemed until our invisible guardian joined her. I couldn’t see precisely what happened behind two large boulders there between us; I had to trust they would win the day. Would the pair of rangers be able to join Perry and me before the half dozen monsters charging at us tore us asunder?
I found myself awash in goblin and orc blood, Perry’s pre-battle prayer had focused him and he was destroying goblin after goblin with uncanny ease. Brains and bits of skull splattered all around him causing the smaller monsters to lose their nerve and flee. Then horror as I wiped away a bit of gore from my face to see Cade fall. Only a moment before Cade had called out a warning to wisely end the raid. I called out to hold the line; he pressed the attack and paid for my pride with his blood. I looked for the rangers and saw they were on their way to help us. I stumbled back over one of the two orcs I had killed. One of their eerily human like eyes was still jammed onto my dagger; I saw one last orc sizing me up knowing I was seriously hurt by his comrades. I think he gave me a moment to see if I would collapse from loss of blood. Even I couldn’t tell where their blood ended and my own began. I took the opportunity to draw the sword I captured on the 23rd, pointed it at him and offered him quarter if he would surrender.
The next thing I can remember is the rangers and Perry hoisting me up onto my feet telling me to get to the horses! I stopped for a moment looking over my shoulder to see the roof of the building collapse and what was left of its walls fall into the Jewel. I took stock, all my companions had survived and the ranger was off to continue to fight his way. We made our way into the night and we all prayed to reach Thunderstrike safely. Fittingly we arrived to the greetings of religious pilgrims camped outside of the town on 27th Planting. Thunderstrike was under quarantine. A plague likely caused by the poisoning of their water supplies had taken hold. The ranger knight was there so we invited him to council and began to make plans for the29th, the earliest estimate of when we would be together ready for action.
Luck was with us this day. We had made very good time using the ranger’s knowledge of the territory. We reached the enemies strong point along the river banks. They had constructed a stout and sturdy wooden structure there. They took pains to clear a perimeter including marking paths and guard posts. There was an ogre and a dozen or so foes, a mix of orcs and goblins we’d seen before. This was the first opportunity we enjoyed to plan an engagement with the enemy, and though we were not compelled to action by circumstance, our hearts demanded that we take the opportunity to deal the enemy a blow, any setback for the friends they had taken from us.
We hatched a plan for quick raid intent on damaging or destroying the structure and hopefully the monsters inside with fire. I hoped to be able to capture or kill the ogre and most of his forces and told the team to be ready for a hasty retreat. Everyone had their assignments that hinged on carefully coordinated timing, and force of arms. The plan in retrospect was of an order of magnitude that represented the limits of our capabilities, accounting for the presence of our guardian angel and easily beyond our abilities without him. The sunlight was failing, and with it any advantage we’d enjoy from daylight in our raid against the orcs.
All in all the attack was an astounding success from the beginning. Billet Perry blessed us and the first arrow was lit and notched. It landed perfectly and sent burning splinters and shards scattering across the roof top of the enemy’s structure. Shayla launched more arrows pouring fire into the structure and causing confusion (but not quite panic) in the foe. Tiny goblins tried to form a fire brigade with tiny wooden pails, and the orcs chastised them for their efforts; driving them instead into battle. Shayla then began to move to another position from which to fire at our foes, her instructions were to fire, move and fire. I signaled to Church and Cade to begin their attack when ready and Cade continued to prove he can be a deadly business adversary.
I watched the action unfold and picked the time to cast the sleep spell. I had originally intending to take the ogre down with the spell but I sensed there was not enough power here to take him so I listened to god’s whispered will and targeted a group of orcs that had massed to investigate Cade’s advance. I pushed Perry into the clearing, following immediately behind him with the intent to draw the monsters attention. Shayla was facing off against the ogre and two monsters that joined him; Shayla was in trouble it seemed until our invisible guardian joined her. I couldn’t see precisely what happened behind two large boulders there between us; I had to trust they would win the day. Would the pair of rangers be able to join Perry and me before the half dozen monsters charging at us tore us asunder?
I found myself awash in goblin and orc blood, Perry’s pre-battle prayer had focused him and he was destroying goblin after goblin with uncanny ease. Brains and bits of skull splattered all around him causing the smaller monsters to lose their nerve and flee. Then horror as I wiped away a bit of gore from my face to see Cade fall. Only a moment before Cade had called out a warning to wisely end the raid. I called out to hold the line; he pressed the attack and paid for my pride with his blood. I looked for the rangers and saw they were on their way to help us. I stumbled back over one of the two orcs I had killed. One of their eerily human like eyes was still jammed onto my dagger; I saw one last orc sizing me up knowing I was seriously hurt by his comrades. I think he gave me a moment to see if I would collapse from loss of blood. Even I couldn’t tell where their blood ended and my own began. I took the opportunity to draw the sword I captured on the 23rd, pointed it at him and offered him quarter if he would surrender.
The next thing I can remember is the rangers and Perry hoisting me up onto my feet telling me to get to the horses! I stopped for a moment looking over my shoulder to see the roof of the building collapse and what was left of its walls fall into the Jewel. I took stock, all my companions had survived and the ranger was off to continue to fight his way. We made our way into the night and we all prayed to reach Thunderstrike safely. Fittingly we arrived to the greetings of religious pilgrims camped outside of the town on 27th Planting. Thunderstrike was under quarantine. A plague likely caused by the poisoning of their water supplies had taken hold. The ranger knight was there so we invited him to council and began to make plans for the29th, the earliest estimate of when we would be together ready for action.
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