Broken Banners

From the Journal's of Alluna Windleaf

Cy 591 second week of The Planting (written in 592)

I’ve been in The Pale just over a year now. My travels have brought me full circle into contact with the son of the man who rescued me from capture by the Stonehold Barbarians. It was while I was traveling through the land formely known as the Tenh that Cruson Dylerold and his men fell upon the group of Barbarous warriors who were about to capture me. Lord Dylerold was not like most warriors of the intolerant Theocracy of Pale having wed a pure blood Flan woman. He did not worship Beory but confided that his wife often made offerings to the Earth Mother. Although, a faithful worshiper of Pholtus; Cruson did acknowledge that their 1st child Stone was not born until his wife had made offerings to our faithful Mother Beory.

I suppose it was out of gratitude or noble sense of Duty that, Lord Dylerold the senior, insisted I go to his holdings in Pale and minister to his wife and the peasants of their lands. He bid me to do this until he returned from the wars or Beory showed me the signs of her merciful will. I therefore accepted Cruson Dylerold’s invitation as a sign from the blessed Earth Mother as her will.

I was exploring the lands around Lord Dylerold’s and I encountered a young man. He had run afoul of some wicked magical beast called Krenshars. Beory granted me the power to slay the unnatural beast. I tended to the boy’s wounds over the next few days and I learned that he too, was seeking signs of a lost loved one in the war torn ravages of the Tenh. I took this too as a sign from Beory and bid him to follow and serve me until the following spring time as payment for saving his life. The boy Thon did agree as he was a person of honor and he followed me and served me on Lord Dylerold’s land’s until the the Great Earth mother sent a sign.

CY 592 3rd week of The Readying
A small group of adventures has come to me asking to help heal one of their comrades. A sense of relief floods me as I have noticed Thon getting more anxious to continue the quest for his brother. I would have released him from his bond many months ago except I feared the boy would die without aid. Beory has answered my prayers as I have found out this small group of companions is on a mission to aid Lord Dylerold’s son Stone. I accept that Beory has found use for young Thon Fielderson and will use him to keep the balance. I remain in prayer over Beory’s will for myself.

CY 592 2nd week of Coldeven
Well that didn’t take long! Beory’s will has shown itself through a messenger. Stone Dylerold has sent his servant and friend a rough looking warrior named Slays. They beseech me to see if I might help in that matter of Kobold’s infesting the mines and caves around a small town in the Rakers Mountains. I know that it leads me no closer to the discover of the fate of my parents but, I also remember a dream sent by Beory in which my fate and that of a Stag are intertwined. The servant Slays was wearing a Tabard with house Dylerod’s insignia; a white stag!

Cy 592 3rd week Coldeven
After only a week of adventuring in the ruins of an old Dwarven Monastery and the copper mines in the mountains above Falcon’s Hollow Lord Dylerold’s son Stone, dismisses himself and says he has urgent business elsewhere. He bid’s me to wait until some mercenaries he has hired arrive in Falcon’s hollow and then to continue the quest of clearing out several local mines of Kobold’s that have take up residence there within. He also bid’s us to investigate source of a local plague that has broken out.

Cy 592 4th week Coldeven
My new companions arrived only 2 days after Stone Dylerold’s departure. Two stout Dwarves by the names of Garn and Hgerd. We have fought many skirmishes in the Mines above Falcon’s Hollow and have almost exterminated the beast. However, one last mine remains and a powerful Kobold Sorcerer has taken up residence in it’s depths. We believe that an underground spring that feeds many of the small streams running through the Twighlight vale is located in this mine. If that is the case then this Kobold Sorcerer must be using the spring to soil the water and spread plague throughout the valley. We will need help but the only other adventures in town are busy fighting an unknown menace in the Depths beneath the Monastery Lord Dylerold and I explored earlier. I am surprised when I discover that the other adventures are none other than Thon Fielderson and the group of adventures I sent him with earlier. I however cannot join their cause as stopping the pestilence that is ravaging the upper vale is too important. Besides I must tend to Hgerd right now as he has contracted the vile Burning Plague and needs my healing skills.

Cy 592 Growfest
It is not much of a time of celebration. I have made my offerings to Beory as I should but my mind is filled with images of blood and death. It is almost the end of the week long holiday and I question the Good Mother’s will. The adventure Tarin Arien who speaks for the Dragon’s Claw mercenary company, has insulted the local Inn owner during Growfest. The whole group has been kicked out of town before I could ask it to aid us in our quest.

Cy 592 1st week of the Planting
With the aid of the Gnome wizard Corofzon Sus we are able to overcome the Kobold Sorcerer holed up in the high mine. We recover some vile magic and an interesting map from it’s corpse. Hgred has come into contact with the insidious burning Plague again and has also contracted Filth Fever from a swarm of rats summoned by the evil little sorcerer. Slays has contacted us with dire news the Lord Dylerold’s son Stone is being held by church authorities. Slays ask Garn and myself to head to the town of Rakervale where we will meet two mercenaries and begin a quest to recover a gem that hold’s knowledge that could help prove young Dylerold’s innocence. We are hesitant to go without our trusted friend and companion Hgerd Ironcutter and even the surly Gnome Corofzon Sus. However, the urgency of our mission bids us to leave soon. Corfzon assures us that he will see to the care of Hgerd and that they will meet us in Rakervale as soon as they are able.

Cy 592 2nd week of Flocktime
I can hardly stop grieving over my poor Dartag. He was a faithful companion and deserved better than to die of some Hell born disease. It is Flocktime the flowers are in bloom and everything is starting to thaw, yet my poor companion Dartag, shivered to death despite my best efforts to heal him. The pain is almost more than I can bear. Mother Beory please comfort your servant and show her the meaning of this cruel and unnatural death? It is spring a time of renewal and life; so why do I feel so hopeless? Is this perhaps a foreshadowing of the challenges ahead? If so, I do not know if I have the strength to face them. Oh sacred Earth goddess please forgive my lack of faith.

So I wait here in Redspan. The sage Lantys has revealed himself to be none other than the renown Nystul son of Tehn and member of the Circle of eight. Corofzon Sus is none too impressed with the great mage. I too find myself a little irritated at Nystul‘s insistence that we should have known the enchantment placed upon the fake Fire Opal was an illusion. The powerful mage even pointed out that he helped design the spell that fooled us and that some even called the spell "Nystul’s magic aura!" To be fair he was mostly upset at Corofzon Sus for not recognizing the magic of his own trade.

We have heard that our friends and onetime travel companions Elthazar and Thon Fielderson have also traveled to Redspan at the behest of Cruson Dylerold. They still travel with the bard Charles O’Carien but, have not been seen in several days. Rumor has it they went east of the city in pursuit of some ruffians that liberated Charles O’Carien from some of his possessions. Kira is also here and she is worried about the three. It seems she is now under the tutelage of the famous mage but doesn’t seem to have the patience for it. She has told us that Nystul did a scrying on them and told her that, all three were still alive and somewhere north of the city on the other side of the River Zumker. She indicated that Nystul was irritated with the three adventurers for not staying in Redspan and awaiting further instructions as he investigated the mystery of the Frozen City that lies buried beneath the Faranth Glacier.

As for myself, I need to get moving and busy to overcome my grief. I have spent my time mostly in the stables grooming the fine mare that Stone Dylerold gifted me. I hope he is alright. Kira has told me that Nystul has forbidden a rescue attempt for Stone Dylerold in fear that it may provoke more hostilities toward his native Tehn. Nystul also claims the younger Dylerold is safe. I however, don’t see how he could know this as fact as he also claims the Priest of Pholtus also have the ability to block his divinations. A proverb of the Earth Mother says, " beware of the mystery of Arcana; mystery and deception are two sides of the same leaf."

I am tired of waiting. Nystul sent Slays and Nuala back to try and recover the real Fire Opal. The adventure Tarin Arien has accompanied them having heard that, his brother Kris (Blade) Arien had betrayed our party while exploring the depths of the old Fire Opal monastery. I chose not to go with them. I am loath the place that took the life of my beloved Dartag and do not want to return to such and un-natural place so soon. Besides, I sense Mother Beory has another quest in mind for me; a quest more related to freeing my own people of the Barrens.

Perhaps I will saddle Bela and go look for my friends north along the Zumker. Bela has become a fine companion and I have found myself seeking her company more often now that, Dartag’s circle has turned. Maybe Kira will accompany me? She seems bored and frustrated here in Redspan and the plains are dangerous to travel alone.

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Thon's missives
Thon's thoughts as he is headed into the unknown

We are getting close to Tehn
It has been over a year, I think. Time has all but stopped for me since I left our family business to search for my brother Jahob. I think of my parents, working day & night to keep our modest merchant trade successful. My mom mending the broken baskets, dad hawking his wares that he treasures so much.
When I left the Urnst Guard to search for Jahob, I had no idea where I would start; I just headed north along the west banks of the Artonsamay river. I joined Alluna as her hireling for 12 moon cycles, after an attack by Krenshars almost slew me . It was on her advice that spurred me to join up with Dragon’s Claw mercenary company , and continue the search for my lost Jahob.
Alluna….i owe her my life. She saved me from the grips of death, and nursed me back to health while training me in the ways of nature.
Perhaps I should return to my homelands? Tehn is a vast war torn land; I have little chance of finding news of Jahob. But how could I face my little sister Elsie bearing no news of Jahob? Sometimes it pains me that I left for this selfish quest. Jahob is the eldest. The family business and most of the holdings would have passed to him. But, I never was as good at barter as my brother and have always thought the merchant’s life boring, except for when I got the chance to guard our caravans or practice archery. But, I even found that dull after a while. That’s why I joined the Urnst militia. When my brother went missing my father quickly arranged for my release from the Urnst guard as I was his only remaining son. It did not please him when I announced that I would find my brother and bring him home. Sometimes I think: I work to save my brother in order to save myself from a life of responsibility.
My mom saying “ Thon, please don’t run off to ruin!!”
It sticks in my thoughts. What good is this quest if my parents lose two sons instead of one? I should be in a great mood. We’ve battled the remains of winter and are drawing close to the Phostwood. But, the closer I get to my destination…
the more I doubt my cause.

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Charlie Oaks' letters to the fire
I am a child of luck and, as luck would have it, I live another day
I never figured out just how many days I was chained up down there. It had to be less than a month because I only had to bite my fingernails down to a manageable level once. I can say with absolute certainty that the acidic, throbbing rack of daylight was the most joyous pain I’ve ever felt.The only thing I’m concerned about is my dearest Amelia. She must still be down in the accursed kobold’s nest.She and I were the last to fall, right after I saw Martren swarming with the yappy little shits. She’s the only reason I intend to go back. Life is so hard without her. My new companions are more fortunate than the last. On more than one occasion I have witnessed Tarin wriggle out of a deathly precarious situation, and nearly everyone seems quite competent with a bow or its equivalent. Once we made it back to the hollow ‘competent’ is not the word I’d use for their navigation of . . . civil inclinations. They were like little white mice, scurrying around with a timid and confused demeanor. A perfect time to shine. We went to the Sitting Duck – and a few other establishments, trying to sell a small imbued crossbow. I’ve never seen steel pulled so quick when the task at hand was so simple. How did they walk from one side of town to the next without me? We’ve gotten into some type of potential barter with some Dwarf folk. Seems that my new friends had previously acquired something of a clan heirloom. One was snog-up, swimming in his teeth and ready to take it by force, but we were assured that in the morning he’d have a better grasp of himself, if not the situation. Those guys work for “Diverlord”, I think it was. Really, I guess my new friends do too. Gotta sleep now, the quill is doing its job. I bet if I read this a few times I’ll hardly have time to shut my eyes before sleep takes me.

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It was touch and go for a bit – I was unsure if I could convince my group to go back. We stopped by the fort ruins on the way back in. I found a nifty ancient hand ax and some propaganda regarding the resident Dwarves’ switch to a Dark Dwarven deity. Good thing amateurs had been the only ones to pick through here. When we got down there it was more of the same. Kind of brutal in some parts. I especially hate the large toad mounts that the Kobolds use. Trying not to throw up while you are fending for your life is a unique – and infuriating distraction.
I think I forgot to mention the underdwelling creature that wanted help from us. I think it
matched my vague recollections of a tale that depicted something called a “chokerr”
Anyway, I think I may have been a little too ‘acute’ in some of our combats, the one with the kobold king especially. Being a Bard I should not be so good at resting foes with well-placed attacks from one’s blind sides. We took some heavy hits in that fight. Had Corofzone not blinded the king and given me the golden opportunity to slay him utterly Amelia and I may not have ever left that place… I nearly passed out having bled too long during the brutal exchange.
Speaking of which
Amelia and I are reunited!
The crude beasts were predictably rough with her – I had to re-tune her for ages before her exquisite voice was restored. I smashed the stand-in lute I had purchased in case the worst had happened. That damn lute meant nothing to me, sweetheart.
Now that Amelia and I are back in each others company we can continue our operations, fleecing drunken buffoons when the mood strikes us. Sure there was a good haul from clearing out the kobolds, but our trade is an art, an exotic dance – a marriage of beauty, guile, and deft strokes of both dexterity and cunning.
The show must go on ~

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Tarin's Journal

Tarin Arien’s
Adventure Journal

It begins

Having grown tired of life as a Guard for my father’s trade caravan, I recently set out in the world in search of something better. My mother always told me it was common for the young men of Oak Point to travel the world with the caravans, but I seek the life of a wandering adventurer! Unfortunately, I quickly found myself poor and hungry. So I joined up with a caravan headed to the Theocracy of the Pale. I had heard the area is just crawling with work for tough young adventurers looking to carve out a name for themselves’!

Jan. 10, 2013

Early one morning the caravan arrived in the small town of Hollow’s Point. After being discharged from my last day as a guard, I sought a hot meal and spirited drink at a local inn, The Red-house Lodge. After securing what amounted to little more than a broom closet with a cot for the night, I headed for the common area. I was surprised to find that the place was not only huge, but packed, wall to wall with people of all walks of life. It was now midday.

I was getting my second helping of lunch when I spotted a young elf girl looking very out of place. She was a fairly cute little thing, for an elf. But something about her seemed odd; she was rather thickly built for an elf. I was intrigued by her. There was some space at my table, so I called to her to sit beside me. She responded in what I assume was Elvish. Thankfully, there was another elf nearby who spoke Common. A well clad, scholarly looking fellow named something-or-other-Zar. He overheard our dilemma and offered to be an interpreter. We chatted for a bit, but honestly I don’t think the Scholar understood the young girl much more than I did. Kira, as I come to find out her name is, babbled on about getting into trouble, and laying low for a while. Zar was having trouble keeping up with her. Kira’s attention span proved quite short, as it wasn’t long before she insisted on “… getting some fresh air…” and bounded out of the inn.

Moments later, an acquaintance of mine from the caravan happened to stumble into me as I was getting up. It was Althen, a drunken womanizer I had spent quite a few nights around the campfires laughing with. Althen was quick to remind me that “When in Pale, one should praise Pholtus!” A lesson I really should take more to heart, before I wind up in jail! Althen then directed Zar and me to an Adventurer’s Board. There were many odd jobs; one was even written in what Zar recognized as Gnomish, though he couldn’t read it. We then came upon a flyer written with an impeccable hand:

“Lord Stone Dylerold seeks assistance to find lost loved one… Inquire at Ogburg.”

This sounded like a job that would pay some serious gold. After some discussion, we concluded that we would work together in this venture. Having returned to the inn, Kira soon realized that Zar and I were going off on an adventure, and insisted on joining us. We chose to spend the remainder of the day gathering and checking our supplies. That night, I had strange, almost frightening dreams.

The following morning, Kira, Elthazar, and I set out early for Ogburg. Elthazar tells me it’s the site of some ancient Dwarven temple that the theocracy actually tolerates. A few hours into the trip, Kira was restless of our leisurely pace. She darted in and out of the edge of the woods just off the road. In doing so, Kira spotted a great boar a short distance away. Elthazar stopped, seeming to have detected something beyond my senses. The following few seconds of awkward silence were sharply broken by a frightened scream. The beast charged at Kira and, ignorantly, I ran up and started hacking away at it.

Though I bought Kira enough time to run, the boar’s skin proved to be far tougher than I had anticipated. Suddenly, a strange blackish bolt of energy shot past my and struck the boar, followed quickly by an arrow. I had no idea that this little elvish girl was actually some sort of magic user. Though I had surmised that Elthazar must be proficient with the bow he kept slung over his shoulder. But I didn’t have time to sort this out; even a moment’s lapse in concentration could mean death for me. The raging beast and I exchanged blows for a few moments, and it seemed like I may be getting the upper hand. But sadly, I lost my footing in the vegetation and the boar was able gore my leg terribly.

A sudden rush of blood poured from my inner left thigh. I fought on for a second or two, but the loss of blood took me and I passed out. The last thing I recall seeing before everything went black, was another volley of energy and arrows flying past me at the creature. Now inert, the boar ignored me and rushed towards Elthazar. The fury-blind animal ran headlong into an arrow and didn’t as much as slow. The fiend thrashed its tusks from side to side, scratching and tearing at the two horrified elves. Reacting as much in anger as fear, Kira summoned a sphere of acid and slammed it into the Boar’s eye. The thing squealed in pain as it reared its head in an attempt to shake off the acid. Elthazar took the temporary distraction to drop his bow and draw his sword.

The brute snorted and shook its head as it rushed in to continue the onslaught. But Elthazar agilely sidestepped it and jabbed it in the neck. The boar twitched and squealed as it flopped over; finally dead. Elthazar was quick to stop my leg from bleeding, though I don’t know how. My new companions then took the time to make a crude stretcher from what they had available. With me unconscious, my friends concluded that they had better attempt to get me back to town. As it would turn out that they needn’t go to quite such extents…

Feb. 2, 2013

Elthazar and Kira had only just finished the stretcher, when some Theocracy troops on horseback, coming from Hollow’s Point, arrived. Kira ran up to them and began pleading for their assistance. But of course, none of them spoke a word of Elvish. Just as their commanding officer was becoming irritated with the distraught girl, Elthazar intervened.

“Who is this girl, and does she speak none of the common tongue?!” the officer demanded gruffly. He shifted in his saddle and glared down at Elthazar.

“This is Kira, and I’m sorry, but she does not speak the common language of this region.” Elthazar said calmly before explaining the situation. “You see, we were on our way to Ogburg when we were set upon by this terrible boar.” Elthazar directed the officer’s attention to the large dead boar. Its eye socket still smoldering from the acid.

“I see,” the officer said with a steady voice. “And what does this have to do with the Theocracy? We are on important business you know?”

“Of course… But our warrior friend was egregiously injured while protecting us. If he does not receive medical attention soon, he may well die!”

“Then it is the will of the Pale he dies! We cannot be held up by such trifles!” The officer shifted in his saddle again and looked down the road; clearly indenting to snob the scholar.

“Yes, but good sir,” Elthazar began again.

“Enough of this!” The officer’s voice became somewhat cruel. “Any more of this nonsense and I will have you both arrested for obstructing the Pale!”

Frightened and shaking slightly, Kira approached the officer; her hands clasped in front of her. She pleaded with the officer, full knowing her words were not understood. She spoke with the sort of soft, bitter sweet voice that could bewitch an army. Even not knowing the exact meaning of her words, a tear nearly came to the officer’s eye.

“Arg! Very well!” the officer’s voice was now soft and yielding. “We will be passing by Oakbend on our way; it’s not far from here. There is a healer’s hut there that we can drop your friend at. But I’m afraid we must claim that boar there, in the name of The Pale.”

“Thank you so much good sir,” Elthazar said as he bowed slightly. “But, must you take the whole boar? We did go through some pain in taking the thing.”

“There is nothing for it I’m afraid; it is the will of The Pale!” the officer said as he smugly gestured toward his troops. “I have men to feed. It is The Pale’s will you killed this boar. It is the Pale’s will we happened upon you. As we are good men, we will deliver your friend to the healer’s hut as I have promised. But…” the officer’s self-righteous rant was interrupted by the memory of Kira’s imploring gaze. He sighed slightly. “But perhaps I can leave you a shank and the hide at the healer’s hut.”

“Thank you, sir. Truly, you are a fine follower of Pholtus.”

“It’s nothing,” the officer shook his hand in the air, as if to shoo some nonexistent fly. “Perhaps this too, is the will of The Pale.” He then paused for a moment before calling to one of his men. “Private Jenkins!” he bellowed.

“Yes, Sir!” a young, husky man clad in leather armor replied.

“Get this wounded man, and that boar loaded up, on the double!” the officer barked at the young man without even looking at him. “And make sure everything is secure! We don’t have time for any more of this dawdling.”

“Yes, Sir! Of course, Sir! Right away, Sir!” The young man saluted his officer and snapped into action with the sort of purpose that only military training can provide.

“And be careful with that man, damn it! He’s injured!”

“Sir! Yes, Sir! Of course, Sir!” the young man quickly scooped me up and laid me over a horse, before moving to the boar.
I remember coming to just long enough to feel the excruciating pain of the young man plopping me on the horse. I could faintly hear the sound of Elthazar and the officer talking. But I couldn’t move; my body felt as heavy as iron. I remember thinking: “What’s happening?” But I quickly passed out again.

“Well… We will be off! You can reach Oakbend by following this road for a few hours, and then take the first road to the north. It hooks around the hills and leads to Oakbend.” The officer seemed somewhat impatient to get moving.

“Thank you again, sir,” Elthazar said with a truly sincere manner.

The officer nodded before shifting in his saddle one last time. “Now then,” he said before clearing his throat. “Move out, men!” he roared at his troops. His order was quickly followed by a cascade of “Yes, Sir! Moving out!” And with that, the troops trotted off.

Kira starred off after the troops; a concerned, almost desperate look frozen into her face. Elthazar placed his hand on her shoulder and reassured her that I would be fine. The two walked in relative silence for what must have been several hours. Near the village, they came upon an old peasant farmer with a small mule cart. Elthazar stopped the man and asked him if he had seen some soldiers pass by with an injured man.

The old man spoke with a voice nearly as gritty as the road he drove his mule cart on. He seemed particularly aggravated at the troops. “Eh? Yeah, I saw those pain-in-the-ass Theocracy soldiers! Was that yer’ man they had tossed over a horse like a limp sack ‘a grain?!”

“Yes, that was our warrior friend,” Elthazar explained. “You see, we were on our way to Ogburg when we were set upon by a mad boar. Our friend…” the old man interrupted him.

“Is probably dead! Tossed in a ditch somewhere, like so much garbage!” the old man ranted. “That’s how those thugs treat us poor folks; like garbage!”

“They are good, holy men of Pholtus. They were just trying to help us out.”

“Eh? Holy men, you say? Help you, would they? Bah! Nothing but Theocracy thugs is what they are! And you watch out for them, ya hear?” the old farmer grumbled as he began to drive away.

“Um, sir. You don’t by chance know where the healer’s hut is, do you?” Elthazar asked.

“I don’t know of any ‘healer’s hut’ in Oakbend. Ya best try n’ ask the tows folk. Perhaps they know somethin’. But I still think they’d just dump yer’ man in a ditch!” The old man continued to gripe under his breath as he slowly drove off. “And you stay outta’ those soldiers’ way! Ya hear?” the man shouted back to Elthazar.

With nearly no help from the old mule cart driver, the two returned to their march. Before too much longer, they were in town. Because of the curves in the road, they ended up at the north side of town. Oakbend is a small, un-walled town populated by farmers, loggers, and such. It consists of one main road and a couple of small side streets. My companions attempted to locate the healer’s hut, but no one seemed willing to talk about it. They inquired at the local inn, the boarding house, and the blacksmith’s. But no one would say so much as a word about a healer. My friends were directed to a small shrine to Pholtus on the southern edge of town.

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