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Old 10-16-2019, 06:30 AM   #101
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Default Re: Campaign Log: Chaotic Pioneering

I just wanted to post a reply after having sit down to binge read your story.

Well done. Its not often enough that GMs or players get to see adventure logs from the perspective of the PCs. Or that a player takes the time to write in character observations like this.

My only negative, not of your writing, but the choice of disadvantage specific to your character makes this inappropriate/difficult to pass to my younger players (I have a 13 and 14 yr old in the group) that could very much use something like this to help with roleplaying. This is not a criticism of your role play and please do not change your writing style (or character at all regarding this) I am enjoying the journal and look forward to more.

I am also interested in the other chars, and really like how you have made an effort to write about them from your chars perspective and tried to leave out "Meta info" as it were. Perhaps you could encourage them to write a bit as well, something simple like "Letter home" maybe... so it wouldnt have to be a full on journal?

I have taken some samples of your journal and adjusted them a bit for my younger audience to try and get them to figure out what some of your advantages and disadvantages are, and see how you have translated them to roleplay.

Please continue to write, and I look forward to your characters growth.
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Old 10-16-2019, 02:13 PM   #102
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I just wanted to post a reply after having sit down to binge read your story.

Well done. Its not often enough that GMs or players get to see adventure logs from the perspective of the PCs. Or that a player takes the time to write in character observations like this.
Thank you! Your feedback was incredibly inspiring.

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My only negative, not of your writing, but the choice of disadvantage specific to your character makes this inappropriate/difficult to pass to my younger players (I have a 13 and 14 yr old in the group) that could very much use something like this to help with roleplaying. This is not a criticism of your role play and please do not change your writing style (or character at all regarding this) I am enjoying the journal and look forward to more.
We've played for almost exactly one year now, and I don't recall any earlier campaigns that have lasted more than two, so when your younger players are adults, this story belongs to the past. Of course, at that point they'll be able to binge the whole thing if they so desire.

I hope the writing style persist for the remainder of the campaign - that means that Mattea survives to the bitter end.

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I am also interested in the other chars, and really like how you have made an effort to write about them from your chars perspective and tried to leave out "Meta info" as it were. Perhaps you could encourage them to write a bit as well, something simple like "Letter home" maybe... so it wouldnt have to be a full on journal?
I'm going to point out your post to the other players and encourage them to write something, but don't hold your breath.

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I have taken some samples of your journal and adjusted them a bit for my younger audience to try and get them to figure out what some of your advantages and disadvantages are, and see how you have translated them to roleplay.
Ingenious! What a clever way to teach roleplaying! I hope I play according to Mattea's disadvantages, and write well enough to be understood. I must admit it's difficult to play out some of the disads, especially Gullibility. Sometimes I think I'm too suspicious to play someone like Mattea.

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Please continue to write, and I look forward to your characters growth.
I will continue to write. The log for the last session is almost finished and will be up in a day or two, and we play again on Saturday, if nothing comes in the way, so you can expect another chapter in the near future.
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Old 10-18-2019, 02:40 PM   #103
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Thoughts on February 28th

The weather has been relatively mild, lately, with temperatures dipping below freezing on some nights. Va’lyndra wondered how long her ice slick spell would last. I was more concerned with the sun reflecting off the ice, warning the inquisitor’s party. In the afternoon, when we expected them to arrive, they would have the sun almost directly in front. Va’lyndra claimed she would make clouds, so that the sun wouldn’t be a problem, but we agreed to camouflage the ice.

We have a wand that shoots lightning, but we haven’t tested it on people yet, so we didn’t know if it would be an effective weapon against the armored soldiers. We talked for a while about testing it on Ilzo. I thought it was a bad idea, but eventually Va’lyndra zapped him. The bone armor may have taken the brunt of the attack, for Ilzo declared that he just felt a small tingle. Va’lyndra shot him in the foot. Still just that tingling feeling. But he’s pretty large, and I don’t think he feels pain the same way the rest of us do, so maybe it can be used on the Church folk. We decided that Lady Karita should use the wand until she enters melee combat, because her other ranged weapons, those throwing stars, won’t penetrate heavy armor.

We dug a shallow trench next to the road about thirty meters before the trap, where I’m going to lie until the enemies pass. I will be covered by a blanket and some dirt, so the trench should be well camouflaged. We dug a similar trench for Va’lyndra on the other side of the trap. Ilzo has his own trench next to the trap so he can activate it, and Lady Karita will hide among the rocks on the hillside. We’re going to come at them from all sides.

In the afternoon, Ilzo and Va’lyndra left to fake an abduction in a small hamlet a couple of hours to the west of here. Va’lyndra was going to check into an inn, paint mystical symbols in the room and disappear. There had been rumors about a tall man dressed in fine, black clothes skulking about the scene of the other disappearances, so Ilzo brought the black clothes that Luffe, the knowledge guild spy, had acquired for us.

I asked Lady Karita if there was any more work to be done, and she replied in the negative. I found Olivia in the camp and challenged her to make a gag. She quickly stitched up a ball of cloth, complete with a strip to tie behind the neck. I stuffed the thing into my mouth and fastened it; we had to test it, of course. Extensively. That was fun, and the gag served its purpose. I couldn’t speak while I wore it, although enough noise emanated from our tent that we kept Lady Karita awake for several hours. An angry bellow indicated it was time for us to try to get some sleep, too.


Thoughts on March 1st

Olivia and I remained in our tent most of the day. There were so many interesting things to discover under the blanket. My mouth was tied up last night, and I wanted to repay Olivia’s favors. Ilzo and Va’lyndra had arrived in the middle of the night and they could watch the road for messengers from the hamlet today if they wished. There were several travelers, but none of them stood out as urgent messengers.


Thoughts on March 2nd

We considered sending Olivia west to the village where Va’lyndra had “disappeared”, but decided against it, and opted to send Lady Karita east instead, to look for Vice-Captain Gardan Vidkun and his men. She found a decent lookout spot and remained there all day. Olivia and I seized the opportunity while she was away to make some noise. Lady Karita returned sometime around sundown.


Thoughts on March 3rd

Lady Karita went back east again. Olivia and I let Ilzo and Va’lyndra watch for her return. Again, she returned in a sedate pace, so there was no rush to take our positions, but I decided that tomorrow, Olivia and I will be more alert. So far, I haven’t really thought that the Church people would arrive yet, as we haven’t spotted any messenger-looking types, but a creeping feeling just told me that a messenger must have slipped by unnoticed.


Thoughts on March 4th

When Lady Karita rode off, Olivia and I climbed the small hill between our camp and the ambush site. We brought a blanket and some food, and made a picnic of it. We found a spot behind some rocks where we wouldn’t be seen from the road. Time wore on, and nothing happened, so I decided to take advantage of the privacy those rocks provided. It was too chilly to undress, and that was well, for Ilzo came to investigate the noises. Olivia was mortified. Her sudden withdrawal pulled me out of my haze long enough for me to yell at him to go away. I was halfway to heaven and needed to finish what we had started.


Thoughts on March 5th

Lady Karita left to look for the inquisitor again, and Olivia and I went back up the hill. Olivia was certain that today was the day and declared that she wouldn’t get me so excited that I might not be ready for combat in a hurry. In fact, she decided that we should just talk. So, we simply sat there, side by side. I put my arm around her waist and she put an arm around my back. I rested my head on her shoulder and we let our daydreams meld.
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Old 10-18-2019, 03:44 PM   #104
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Thoughts on March 6th

Olivia and I were sitting on the hill and talking again when Lady Karita came charging down the road. She had spotted the inquisitor’s party and signaled for us to prepare. Va’lyndra made an ice slick on the road and we scattered some leaves and dead grass on top. I lay down in my trench and put my mask on. Olivia covered me with a blanket and buried me beneath a thin layer of dirt.

I shivered with anticipation and hoped I wasn’t shifting the dirt. I imagined lying there, completely defenseless and in the open, being pierced by halberds. Oddly enough, when the thunder of hooves approached, I calmed down. The steady trot indicated to me that the riders didn’t suspect a thing. When they passed, I pushed away the dirt-covered blanket and leapt to my feet. The riders didn’t spot me as I pulled an arrow, took aim at one of the two in the back and let loose, just as he shouted “Ice!” to warn his companions of the treacherous ground ahead.

My target must have had help from up high, for the bow twisted in my hand, and the arrow took flight across the field. He pulled his horse to a stop, but the other four riders tumbled head over heel as their horses slipped and fell. The escorts wore bared halberds on their backs and one of them cut deeply into the horse in front.

Ilzo stood up and activated the tripwires, quite needlessly, and wasted valuable time before striking out with Surkalpi. Lady Karita fired a lightning bolt into the throng. I shifted my grip on the bow and drew another arrow. Vice-Captain Vidkun, who had been riding in front, steadied himself on a tripwire and started pulling his horse off the ice, but the knights converged on Ilzo, who occupied the only spot of ice with gravel on it. The one who had remained outside the ice slick came at him from the side, using the length of his halberd to reach the orc. The one Ilzo had cut struck out from a crawling posture, also with a halberd. The last two pulled knives and tried to close with him.

Ilzo failed to parry the halberds and took serious damage, but when I put a bodkin arrow through the back plate of the rider, he turned towards me and Lady Karita, shouting about archers. Lady Karita had had no practice with the lightning wand before, and her next bolt flew wide. Ilzo dropped Surkalpi, which was getting in the way, and tried to punch one of the knifemen.

Off to my right, Va’lyndra came into my field of vision, running down the hill. She was supposed to be on the other side of the trap, but perhaps she would be more useful here. She and Lady Karita would keep the rider away from me. They would fight two against one, and would hopefully take him down before the inquisitor joined the fray. Ilzo had three opponents to contend with, and looked in dire need of help, so I put an arrow into the back of a knife fighter. Ilzo took cut after cut from the knives, none of them deep, but they were adding up.

Va’lyndra toppled the rider with a dehydration spell and Lady Karita hurled a throwing star at Vice-Captain Vidkun, who dodged. He shouted “Kill the heretics!” and charged towards the disguised high human.

The halberdier that Ilzo cut at the beginning of the fight finally collapsed, and one of the knife fighters disengaged and drew his halberd to go help his boss. The other got another bodkin arrow in the back.

The inquisitor had drawn a sword that was even larger than Lady Karita’s and swiped at her. I winced at her feeble attempt at acrobatics. She put her weight on the wrong foot, and the blade connected. Miraculously, she remained on her feet, and Va’lyndra blasted the inquisitor with the dehydration spell. Lady Karita shook off the blow and focused on her defense, but her opponent weaved his blade past hers and made a deep gash across her stomach. She dropped to the ground. Another blast from Va’lyndra took down the Vice-Captain.

Ilzo grabbed the last knife fighter and tackled him to the ground. He took hold around his neck while the knifeman kept stabbing. They were out of sight in Ilzo’s trench, so I fired at the halberdier advancing on Va’lyndra, but missed.

Va’lyndra had to be out of mana, for she engaged the halberdier in melee, staff whirling in an ineffective all-out attack. The halberdier attacked with two rapid strikes and Va’lyndra’s flying shield interposed itself. The shield fell to the ground. I drew another arrow, but Va’lyndra brought down her opponent before I could shoot.

Ilzo picked up Surkalpi and decapitated the two fallen opponents within his reach. Blood was flowing from his multitude of wounds, and he was trembling, barely able to stand up, but I raced towards Lady Karita, pulling a healing potion from my pouch and dumping it in her mouth. I gestured at Va’lyndra, trying to convey “get Olivia!” before running back to my trench, where I had more potions. This time I went over to Ilzo, and he emptied all eight of my bottles.

Olivia came down the hill and I pointed at Lady Karita’s fallen body. She crashed to her knees, healing salves at the ready, but it was no use. Our friend was dead. Va’lyndra reminded us we needed to hurry. Olivia bandaged the two surviving knights and their captain, and I tied them up, just as we had planned. Va’lyndra tried to help the fallen horses, but found out that healing potions don’t fix broken legs.

One of their horses had run off during the battle and two had to be put down. We had enough horses, so I figured we would leave the last two behind. I made lifting gestures at Ilzo and pointed to the hog-tied inquisitor. He tossed him over the shoulder. I carried Lady Karita’s corpse with as much respect as I could muster, and we returned to camp.

I tied the prisoner across the horse Luffe had gotten for us and Lady Karita to her own mount. Ilzo returned to the battlefield to help Va’lyndra tidy up. Olivia and I demolished the camp and prepared to move out as soon as Ilzo and Va’lyndra returned. Suddenly, Ilzo roared. I dashed over the hill and spotted two villagers running away. I thought it was time to go and gestured as much. Va’lyndra came over and gave me four arrows, two of them broken. The last two had flown off. She asked why I wasn’t speaking, but I glanced meaningfully at the two tied-up knights and remained silent. I nodded in thanks for the arrows, though.

We left, and the sun began setting. Our prisoner woke up, and I took off my mask and my helmet, and untied the gag I had in my mouth, forcing it upon the inquisitor instead. Va’lyndra and Ilzo stared at me. “What? I couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t recognize my voice, and I wanted a reminder not to speak before we left the survivors behind.” I don’t speak during performances, so my voice is hardly as famous as my body, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

Va’lyndra alternated between scouting the way and hiding our tracks, so going was slow. We hope any followers will have trouble finding us, and if they’re coming from Surd, we’ll have at least two days’ head start. I doubt the villagers have the balls to follow someone who just butchered an elite squad.

I gave Olivia the main responsibility for watching the prisoner while we traveled. Since Va’lyndra had other duties, Olivia was the most observant person there. I kept an eye on him myself as well, but it was Olivia who alerted me to the attempted escape, so I rode over and slapped him a couple of times to let him know we knew what he was doing. On our next stop, Va’lyndra encased his hands and feet in wood. She wasn’t as confident in my knots as I was, apparently.

We made camp after a couple of hours and removed the gag to feed Vice-Captain Vidkun. He immediately shouted for help, that he was being kidnapped. I calmly told him there was no need to shout, and by the way, we already knew. I hoped my mild tone would convince him that yelling was futile, but he kept at it until Va’lyndra sprayed his face full of water. I blindfolded and gagged him again, and explained that we would feed him tomorrow, if he didn’t annoy us. Then I packed him in blankets and took Olivia to bed. Va’lyndra had the first watch, as usual.
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Old 10-18-2019, 03:57 PM   #105
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Thoughts on March 7th

We weren’t in the position to send Lady Karita’s corpse back to her family, but we could gather up a few personal belongings before burying her. I asked Olivia to search Lady Karita’s body while the rest of us went through her packs. She discovered a necklace with a key and Lady Karita’s signet ring. The key got us into her private chest, where Va’lyndra discovered her will, which specified which items should be returned to her family: Certain jewelry items, including her signet ring, and a book full of notes we couldn’t read. If Va’lyndra wants to decipher the book, that’s fine, but I’m not the slightest bit curious, and didn’t feel like invading her privacy.

Ilzo found a ball gown and wondered what that otherworldly garment could be. Va’lyndra gave a poor explanation. I fondly recalled when I was living with Duke Leonard; he gave me such dresses to wear at the finest galas. Nowadays, I wouldn’t presume to wear their like. It wouldn’t be well received. Dressing up to attend nobles is one thing. Dressing like a noble is something else.

In the chest, Lady Karita kept her collection of herbs, and I suggested we bury her with them, as we didn’t know what they are, and had no idea how to use them. Va’lyndra and Ilzo wanted to keep the herbs; Ilzo even went so far as to sniff them. I didn’t press the issue.

I called dibs on Marvin, Lady Karita’s brown stallion. As much as I love Lightfoot, Marvin is both stronger and faster. Va’lyndra checked the horse and demanded I feed him, to see if he would approve of me. Marvin ate from my hand, so the elf accepted my claim on him.

Ilzo dug a grave, and we buried Lady Karita in a small copse of trees. Va’lyndra spoke the words of an elvish ritual, and Ilzo proclaimed that Lady Karita died honorably in battle. A lump in my throat prevented me from speaking, but if she could hear my friends’ words, Lady Karita could hear my thoughts too: “Lady Ioanna Karita Kraven Morgenstern of House Verdel, you will be sorely missed.”


Thoughts on March 8th

We had given our prisoner a rough treatment, and Olivia voiced a concern about his health. He needed to survive until we could hand him over to the Sidel family in Urdon. Where he most likely would be executed. Va’lyndra force-fed him three healing potions. That should suffice.


Thoughts on March 9th

Va’lyndra still took the time to hide our tracks on occasion, and travel was much slower here than on the road. Whenever we ungagged the prisoner, he asked questions, about who we were, where we were going and so on. I tried to ignore him. At least he wasn’t shouting.


Thoughts on March 10th

I tried acrobatics on Marvin’s saddle for the first time, today. It went well. I considered removing the blindfold from Vice-Captain Vidkun, just to have another spectator, but I decided against it.


Thoughts on March 11th

Va’lyndra had trouble sleeping last night. She was fully operational today, though, and led the way west. Going around villages and farms, instead of following the road through, takes time, and we’re still several days away from the Bewitched Forest.


Thoughts on March 12th

No rest for the wicked, or so the saying goes. Olivia and I slept like babies, Va’lyndra not so much. I wondered if there was a deeper meaning to it. We made decent progress, though.


Thoughts on March 13th

Va’lyndra still has trouble sleeping. I’m starting to worry. Hopefully a full day of travel has exhausted her so much she can sleep again.


Thoughts on March 14th

Still no sleep for our elven companion. I guess she gets a little rest, even while tossing and turning in her tent. She still led us west, but she’s noticeably less alert.


Thoughts on March 15th

Va’lyndra is going to crash soon, if she doesn’t sleep. This can’t be healthy. She refused taking a healing potion, claiming it wouldn’t work. Ilzo suggested whacking her in the head and knocking her unconscious. If Va’lyndra hadn’t looked so fragile, I might have let him. On a positive note, we entered the Bewitched Forest, and our captive has been behaving himself. I think he’s listening to our conversations. I hope we don’t say anything he can sell to the Sidels in exchange for lenience. Considering what he did, we would have to blurt out something truly damning. I decided to try to watch my mouth.
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Old 10-18-2019, 04:06 PM   #106
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Thoughts on March 16th

Va’lyndra finally slept, last night. We let her sleep a couple of hours extra, but then we needed to move out. Olivia took the time to check on our supplies. We must have miscalculated, because we’re running low on food, even with one less mouth to feed. We had to look for something to shoot while we traveled. Ilzo snagged some small game with his sling, supplementing our travel rations. Va’lyndra dug some roots and whatnot out of the ground. I wrinkled my nose at it, but it was actually passable.


Thoughts on March 17th

We’re proceeding, but slowly. Va’lyndra has a lot of sleep to catch up on, and we need to look for food as we go. Both Ilzo and Va’lyndra found something to eat today as well. Olivia calculated that at this rate, we may be hungry when we reach Urdon, but we’ll be alive.


Thoughts on March 18th

I was on the lookout for anything that moved, but I must admit I wasn’t at all helpful when it came to gathering food. Aside from the rabbit that Ilzo shot, every animal has to be hibernating. Or perhaps we’re just too noisy, five people and ten horses.


Thoughts on March 19th

I shot a rabbit today! Olivia had to point it out for me, but once she did, it wasn’t hard to spot. It was standing on what looked like an ant hill, curiously watching us pass. Ilzo grabbed it and retrieved my arrow. Pleased with myself for contributing, I stood on the saddle and did a little dance when we moved on.


Thoughts on March 20th

It’s still slow going, but at least the weather is on our side. It shouldn’t be long until spring. Warmer days mean lighter clothes and easier access to Olivia’s goodies.


Thoughts on March 21st

I think Va’lyndra has recovered from her illness. She certainly looks much healthier than she did a few days ago. Unfortunately, whatever disturbs her sleep seems to hit her every other week or so. I hope we arrive in Urdon before she becomes sick again. It must be more comfortable to go through it in a warm bed than out here in the wilderness.


Thoughts on March 22nd

Ilzo spotted something in the distance during his watch, pairs of small red dots moving closer. He lobbed a sling stone towards them and raised the alarm when they continued unperturbed. I slid out of Olivia’s embrace, picked up Scorchmark and left the tent, reminding Olivia to string the bow. I didn’t think that she might not be able to; my new bow has a heavier pull than the old one.

I squinted into the darkness, but couldn’t see anything, so I turned on the light. Surkalpi blazed like the sun, and I registered a pack of vicious, horned bunnies racing towards us. They were still pretty far away, so I returned to the tent, strapped on the hip quiver and received my strung bow from Olivia.

The little blighters were faster than I thought, and I just had enough time to let loose one arrow before they attacked Ilzo and Va’lyndra, who stood between me and them. A sudden hailstorm pelted the bunnies, but they kept coming. Ilzo clove the first to approach in two, and the others didn’t do much damage through his bone armor or through Va’lyndra’s mail.

I yanked Scorchmark from the sheath and sliced open one of the bunnies surrounding my friends. The pack moving between and around his feet caused Ilzo to stumble, and Va’lyndra made a reckless whirlwind attack with her staff, plowing through the bunnies and smacking Ilzo over the shin.

Two of the bunnies charged my legs, but I avoided them easily and cut them down in short order. Ilzo regained his balance and between Surkalpi and Va’lyndra’s staff, the remaining bunnies stood no chance.

Neither Va’lyndra nor Ilzo knew very much about these bunnies, but reported that they clearly were predators, after noticing their sharp teeth.

I went over to where our captive lay, just a few meters away, and identified that he was unharmed. He was blindfolded, so he couldn’t see me study him. Va’lyndra must have forgotten the blindfold, for she blurted out that she couldn’t come into town, now that a high-ranking Church-man had seen her cast offensive spells. Well, now he knew… I didn’t say anything.

Now that the rush of battle had subsided, I suddenly felt the cold night air on my bare skin. Shivering, I wished Ilzo and Va’lyndra good night again, and dove into the tent. Olivia yelped when I returned to her embrace. It was nice and warm under the blankets, and I soon fell asleep.

We tried wicked bunny for breakfast, but they tasted like muck, so we decided to leave the carcasses behind when it was time to go. Ilzo had taken the plate-and-mails off the dead halberdiers, and now he tried one on. He managed to squeeze into it, but his movements were thoroughly hampered while he wore it. He mumbled to himself about how to fix it. Amused with his struggles to escape the suit, I planned to suggest he visit an armor smith when we reach Urdon.

We arrived at the coast in the evening. Since none of us could remember crossing the Grand River, we still had to be south of Urdon. Va’lyndra had aimed pretty well, for we only had to go north for a few minutes before we could see the lights from the town. We set up camp.
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Old 10-18-2019, 04:19 PM   #107
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Thoughts on March 23rd, afternoon

We didn’t want to bring a bound, gagged and blindfolded person with us into town, so someone needed to remain in camp with Vice-Captain Vidkun. Ilzo was eager to explore Urdon, but understood that we wanted to make as little fuss as possible before handing over the prisoner, and a huge orc in bone armor is quite the spectacle. I was the only one who was banned from the area, now that all of my adventuring partners from last year were dead, so I felt it was my duty to contact the Sidel family. Va’lyndra refused to let me go alone for some reason, and was determined to accompany me. Olivia wouldn’t stay in camp with nobody to protect her from Ilzo, so she had to come as well.

We instructed Ilzo not to kill the prisoner while we were away. He respected that it was Va’lyndra who defeated him, and claimed he had no intention to put the man’s head on a pole. That was good enough for me, so we mounted up and waved farewell to Ilzo.

The guards at the town gate let us through, commenting that we must be adventurers, as we were coming from the south, and looked like we had been traveling from farther away than the few farms situated south of Urdon. The townsfolk recognized me, of course, and a group of fans gathered around us, asking if I was going to perform, and if I was going to compete in the summer games again. I answered that of course I was going to perform, and that if I’m in town in the summer, I’d be happy to compete, but for now, we had an errand, and as much as I loved talking with them, I had to ask them to let us pass.

We were halted at the Sidel residence by polite guards who wouldn’t let us in. They asked if we had an appointment, and I said yes, but they still didn’t grant us access. When they asked for our names, my mood soured. Didn’t they know who I was? Va’lyndra introduced herself, but Olivia and I held our silence. The guards wanted to know our errand, and I claimed that it was classified, and that I couldn’t tell them about it. Va’lyndra tried to bribe them with a couple of gold coins, but they explained that the way we looked, coming right from the forest, they simply couldn’t let us in.

We returned to the camp. Va’lyndra sensed that Ilzo wasn’t going to stay put if we left him again, and chose to remain in camp with him, exhorting Olivia to keep me out of trouble. Olivia and I got a few items from our tent and rode back to Urdon.

The inn was nearly deserted this early in the day. Only the innkeeper, a serving maid and one patron occupied the common room. I recognized the patron from last year, it was one of the Sidel sons, a lecher with his hands all over the serving maid. Olivia took cover behind me while I paid for a room and asked for a bathtub to be brought up.

The Sidel boy released the serving maid and came over to us, clearly undressing me with his eyes. Olivia trembled against my back, and I made sure to keep his eyes on me. He had recognized me, and wanted us to come with him. I told him that I had been to the mansion, where the guards had turned me away, and that I was going to take a bath, put on clean clothes and then go back there, where I would explain my presence. I insisted that he leave us alone until we arrive at the mansion.

When the Sidel boy let us go, the innkeeper hurried to bring the bathtub. He hadn’t dared to do so without the lordling’s permission. Olivia and I took a good, long bath, and she thanked me for protecting her from the lecher. We did each other’s hair and dressed in clean clothes. I hadn’t brought my bow and arrows, but I wore Scorchmark at my waist and had brass knuckles in my pouch. The weapons wouldn’t be needed; if the Sidel boy tried anything funny, I would thump him. But I would feel naked without them.

An hour or two after the encounter in the common room, we descended the stairs again, to where Fidel Sidel had arrived with five soldiers. The innkeeper looked nervous, but I put on a smile and beamed at the lord. I asked him if we could talk privately, but he brushed it off and asked about Lady Karita, Kine and Magnar. I repeated my desire to go somewhere private to talk, like my room upstairs, but he shooed away the innkeeper. I supposed the soldiers could hear my sensitive information, so I started talking.

I told him that my friends were dead, and how, when he prompted. I explained that we had brought the man who killed Lady Karita, and that it was the same man who was responsible for the massacre in the hamlet north of here. When Lord Fidel heard that we had taken a prisoner, he immediately wanted to go get him. We retrieved our horses. Six additional soldiers surrounded the inn, and Lord Fidel ordered the town gate guards to accompany us as well. “Your prisoner, that could be anyone,” he stated. “No, it’s not just anybody. It’s a Vice-Captain of the Inquisition,” I replied. He kicked my leg and said we should talk later. For the benefit of the soldiers who might have overheard, he said, “A bandit captain from Tamburin, you say. Hm…”

I showed the way towards our camp, and told the escort that one of our companions was an orc, but they needn’t worry about him. Some of the soldiers glanced at each other, but Lord Fidel seemed to ignore my comment. “When we reach the camp, I’m going to ask some questions, and you’re not going to answer.” I asked why not, and he said it was because he was smart, I was not, and he had brought many soldiers.

Lord Fidel introduced himself to Va’lyndra and Ilzo and asked about Magnar and Lady Karita. Va’lyndra answered truthfully, although in the case of Magnar, she hadn’t been with us when he died. “And what about Kine?” Lord Fidel wanted to know. Va’lyndra told him about the venomous snakes that had killed her, more or less repeating the story I had told not long ago. Then the lord sent everyone out of the camp and went to take a look at the prisoner. I didn’t hear him speak, and he didn’t remove the gag. After a minute, he told us to pack up the camp.

The soldiers escorted us to the mansion. I brought the inquisitor’s saddlebags and Lord Fidel took Va’lyndra and me to a guard barracks, forcing us to leave our weapons outside. I gave Olivia my weapons and entered.

I told the story about how the inquisitor had brought elite soldiers to the hamlet and killed everyone. Va’lyndra added some details I had forgotten. I gave up the baker here in Urdon and the leatherworker in Garuk as spies who sent information to the Church. Lord Fidel was pleased and swore solemnly that none of our party would be prosecuted for the massacre. He asked if we, or perhaps Lady Karita, had any desires beyond clearing our names. When I replied that we didn’t, he told us he’d have to owe us a favor. Va’lyndra wondered if he could grant us access to old manuscripts. He said it was unlikely. We agreed to come back when we had discussed among ourselves what we wanted him to do for us.

Leaving the barracks, we saw that Ilzo was asking the soldiers if they knew a shaman or a wise woman in town. He needed help to identify Lady Karita’s herbs. We pulled him away and went to check him and Va’lyndra into the inn. Then the two of them went to run errands. Va’lyndra wanted to look in on the tanners and see if the treatment of her hydra skin was finished. They were also going to sell those of Lady Karita’s belongings that we weren’t sending to her family or keeping for ourselves.
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Thoughts on March 23rd

Ilzo and Va’lyndra wandered around town, looking for someone who could help them identify Lady Karita’s herbs and powders. The townsfolk were reluctant to give aid to an elf and an orc, representatives of the so-called lower races. Eventually, Va’lyndra convinced a shopkeeper to sell her a book with pictures and descriptions of medicinal herbs, but I’m not so sure Lady Karita’s roots and leaves can be found in it. I think she mostly collected poisons, another reason why people might not want to help them, even if they had the knowledge to do so.

We had dinner together at the inn, and then Ilzo buried his nose in the book. I stuck mine in Olivia’s business, in the privacy of our room. Other body parts may have been involved as well.


Thoughts on March 24th

Va’lyndra wanted to stay in Urdon for a week, so her hydra skins would be finished at the tannery. I didn’t mind that; I had promised people here I would do a show or two. I asked Ilzo if it was fine with him, too, seeing as he might want to ask the knowledge guild in Garuk about the herbs. Va’lyndra shushed me, reminding me that the knowledge guild was kind of secretive, and not a suitable topic for breakfast at the common room. Ilzo agreed to remain in Urdon, and suggested that he might ask at the adventurers’ guild if anyone there knew about herbs. I wasn’t too optimistic about it, but then again, I don’t really care about those herbs anyway, so it hardly matters to me if he gets to identify them. I did offer to come along, though, as I had another query for the guild.

I introduced Ilzo and Va’lyndra at the guildhall, as they were new there. The guild master asked the whereabouts of my companions, and I told him of their demises. Then I asked what I came there for, if there were any auctions planned in the near future. Master Gnomus claimed that the auctions were none of my business, that they were only for those of higher rank in the guild, but I smiled as prettily as I could and fluttered my eyelashes. The guild master yielded that it wouldn’t hurt the guild if I learned when and where the next auction would be, and confided that the auction was set for the twentieth of May, in Garuk. I flinched. The summer games were taking place here in Urdon only three days later, and I really wanted to attend those, too.

Ilzo asked Gnomus about the herbs, and the guild master responded with a sharp question about where he got them. We explained that it was Lady Karita’s pouch, and he told us we should dig a hole in the ground and bury the whole thing. Those were dangerous substances, he asserted, and Lady Karita was probably planning on destroying them. Ilzo and Va’lyndra looked at him like they didn’t subscribe to his assumption, but I thought it sounded reasonable, so I voiced agreement. As far as I recall, Lady Karita has never destroyed any of her belongings, but I trusted that the guild master knew her better than I did.

Changing the subject, Va’lyndra asked for a friend called Firidella, and I remembered the elf from last year. I met her at the summer games, and again later in Garuk. She introduced Va’lyndra to our little adventuring party, when we sought replacement for Magnar Goldenbeard. The guild master regretted that Firidella hadn’t been in Urdon for a couple of months. He believed she had been on her way south.

Ilzo wished to see the smith, and I offered to show him the way, but he knew where the smithy was located. I supposed he had discovered it while he and Va’lyndra walked about town, yesterday. As he didn’t need my help, I excused myself to go see to the shows I’d be setting up while we’re here. Va’lyndra joined him, though. I guess she still didn’t trust him to go alone. Ilzo asked the smith for rings so he could resize the too small mail-and-plate, but Va’lyndra explained that it would be easier if the smith did the work.

When they returned to the inn, I was dancing on the tables.


Thoughts on March 25th

Ilzo decided that he wanted to learn how to read, so he and Va’lyndra stayed at the inn all day. I went outside to the fine spring weather and tumbled on the street, showing off my skills and playing with the children. Some of them tried to copy my moves, and I helped them with handstands and cartwheels.

I treated Olivia to a picnic, and purchased a fine bottle of wine with the tips she had gathered while I performed. As I was performing again in the evening, I didn’t partake much in the wine. Olivia managed to empty the bottle, and she required support when we walked back to the inn. It wasn’t like her to lose control like that, but maybe she felt she deserved a small blowout after all we’ve been through lately. She knew she was safe in my company.

I guided Olivia to our bed, pulled off her shoes and undressed her. Then I tucked her in, and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. I kissed her forehead and went downstairs to perform. She was awake when I returned a couple of hours later, clutching her head, moaning, “So this is what a hangover feels like!” I shed my clothes crossing the room and slid carefully under the blanket and whispered that it would be better in the morning. In her current state, Olivia wouldn’t enjoy a tumble, so as I wrapped myself around her in our usual sleeping position, I braced myself for a night of abstinence. She must have sensed my hunger, for she mercifully gave me a hand, despite her headache. Oh, how I love her!


Thoughts on March 26th

Town criers disturbed our breakfast. They announced the imminent hanging of a bandit on the town square. Va’lyndra and Ilzo went to look. I’ve attended two public executions already, and neither called for an encore. I would have gone had Olivia asked me to, but she had reacted badly to the experience, both at the witch burning and at the hanging, and was even less keen on going than I was. Those times, we had no choice but to watch, but nobody was forcing us to go today, so we stayed at the inn. I repaid Olivia for last night, and she confessed that she was grateful I hadn’t sought company elsewhere while she was incapacitated.

At the town square, a gibbet had been erected, and people gathered around it. A peddler sold rotten fruit to the bystanders. Va’lyndra bought some and explained the concept to Ilzo, who seemed to misunderstand, and asked if the crowd was supposed to kill the bandit with fruit, a particularly dishonorable and embarrassing death, at least in the eyes of one who grew up in a warrior culture.

After the spectacle, Ilzo retrieved his new suit of armor from the smith and showed it off to us back at the inn. He looked mightily impressive. I’m glad he’s on my side.
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Old 11-16-2019, 03:49 AM   #109
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Thoughts on March 27th

I went out to perform on the streets after breakfast, giggling arm-in-arm with Olivia, when I spotted a pile of chopped firewood. It had been stacked against a wall, but it had toppled and was now blocking passage through the alley. I knocked on the door and informed the old man who opened. I offered to help him stack it again, and asked if he minded if I played a little first. He was glad to receive help, and explained that not many people used the alley, so there was no rush to remove the obstacles. “Have fun!”

I found two sturdy pieces of wood of about the same size and placed them on the ground at the mouth of the alley. I put one foot on each and asked Olivia for two more, specifying that they shouldn’t be too different from each other. Those went on top of the first two, making a square, from my point of view. I climbed up one level and asked for more wood.

A crowd gathered as my tower grew. I think it must have been nearly five meters tall when I decided to stop. Olivia had long since delegated the throwing to someone with stronger arms. It was taking him several tries to throw another piece of wood up to me, and I began to fear that the tower might be struck. As fragile as it was, a direct hit might collapse the entire structure. I bent over backwards and grasped the topmost sticks as I transitioned into a handstand. I bent my arms and pushed off, tossed aside the two logs I held, and twisted ninety degrees so I could land on and grab the sticks that were now on top. When the crowd had finished gasping, I repeated the process, and slowly worked my way back down towards the ground.

When the tower was about my height, I somersaulted off, landing on my feet. I bowed with a flourish, and the crowd cheered. I had no trouble recruiting help with tidying up, and I chatted with my fans while we worked. We remained there for a while afterwards, as well, Olivia and I, talking with the old man and five or six others. Eventually, it was time to go. We had skipped lunch, and I had another show at the inn after dinner. I decided to do a dancing act; my arms were pretty sore.


Thoughts on March 28th

I performed on the streets again between breakfast and lunch, wasted the tips shopping with Olivia, and had a show in the common room of the inn after dinner. Ilzo practiced reading under Va’lyndra’s tutelage.


Thoughts on March 29th

We’ve settled into a routine now. Ilzo and Va’lyndra struggled through their reading lessons while Olivia and I had fun.


Thoughts on March 30th

Va’lyndra checked in with the tanners, who claimed they needed two more days to finish their work on the hydra skin. Then she went to the docks and learned that a ship would be going north to Garuk in three days. She returned to the tannery and bribed the workers to prioritize her order.

The finished hydra skin was delivered during the finale of my evening show. Va’lyndra detected a faint magic aura and went up to her room to analyze the leather. Olivia and I followed her lead and went to get some privacy ourselves.


Thoughts on March 31st

The hydra leather was resistant to lightning, Va’lyndra whispered while we waited for breakfast to be served. She devoured the food and left in a hurry to deliver the leather to be made into armor. The work would take four days, so the armor wouldn’t be ready in time for the ship we wanted to take. Luckily, another ship leaves in four days, so if there are no delays with the leather work, we’ll catch that.

I don’t mind spending another couple of days here. I can perform for an appreciative crowd, and get to spend quality time with Olivia between shows. We’re getting back to the serious business of adventuring soon enough.


Thoughts on April 1st

I must say Ilzo is eager with the studying. I guess it’s useful to be able to read, but I’ll never have the same obsession about books that Va’lyndra has. Thank God for that. Books are dull!


Thoughts on April 2nd

Va’lyndra confirmed that her hydra leather armor is coming along on schedule, so today’s shows were the last, this time around in Urdon. A few people have shown up for most of my performances at the inn, and I took the time to thank them for the support before turning in for the night. Olivia’s presence made sure I didn’t go beyond words.

She had a treat for me when we were alone, a contortion challenge, actually. Could I undress the both of us while she grappled me? She stipulated that I wasn’t allowed to actually break free, as that would make it too easy. We both knew that my combat skills far outstrip hers, so I agreed to limit myself to acrobatics and contortion and accepted the challenge. I may not be the world’s greatest acrobat yet, but I don’t think I’m that far away. This should be easy.

Olivia jumped me, wrapping arms and legs around me, and the game was on. I kicked off my shoes, and got my pants off easily enough. Olivia wore a dress, as usual, and that should be pretty simple, so I started on my jacket. I had to do some major squirming to get it off, and Olivia slid down to the floor, gravity getting the better of her, but she still held on to my legs with both arms and legs. I failed to get her dress off, for she wedged her head between my thighs and cheated until I collapsed in spasms.


Thoughts on April 3rd

Va’lyndra fetched her leather armor. It looked a little shabby, to be honest. The stitching wasn’t nearly as fine as that on my armor. The leather was much thicker than mine, thicker than any leather armor I’ve ever seen, in fact. It definitely looked like it could take a beating.

We were on the docks in time to board the ship, and the sea folk set sail. The captain recognized me, and I offered to entertain him and the crew with acrobatic performances, as payment for passage. He accepted, but I still had to pay for Olivia and the horses. Actually, it was Olivia who paid. She’s my treasurer, as well as my treasure. She’s much more sensible around money than I am. I am the one who wasted all the tips from the performances in Urdon on treats and trinkets, although she didn’t complain about the pampering.


Thoughts on April 4th

The weather has been fine, but the grumpy captain kept complaining about the lack of wind. I practiced acrobatics and performed, as promised. The wind picked up in the evening, so it seems we’ll arrive on schedule anyway.
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Thoughts on April 5th

The rain today made it tempting to remain below-decks, but I went out to perform anyway. We arrived in Garuk in the evening, and by then the rain had abated to a thin drizzle. We disembarked and headed for the Red Mansion.

I sashayed into the inn and leaned over the counter, my loose jacket displaying plenty as I caught the innkeeper’s eye. I offered to perform in exchange for room and board, but he announced that at the Red Mansion, nobody gets a special treatment; I would have to pay like everyone else. Miffed, I declared that I would find lodgings elsewhere. Ilzo, Va’lyndra and Olivia followed me out.

I prefer to stay at the finest inn available, but as the Red Mansion was currently unavailable, I suggested to the others that we check out the Blue Oyster, the second-best inn in Garuk. The innkeeper there also rejected my proposal, and I was starting to worry. Had I lost my ability to wrap men around my little finger?

The third finest inn here has a most humble name, but the Vagabond is all right, perhaps on par with the best in smaller towns, such as Urdon. I approached the innkeeper and started flirting, insinuating that I could be available for a private performance, so he could see how good of an acrobat I truly am. A discreet kick to the back of my leg reminded me that I’m spoken for, and I shifted the conversation.

As we were talking, a gnome accosted Ilzo with questions about being very small for an ogre. Ilzo explained that he was an orc, not an ogre. The gnome introduced himself as Leopold, and he seemed very talkative and curious. Normally, I wouldn’t have minded his company, but I was busy trying not to seduce the innkeeper, so I tried to shut out the babbling behind me.

I struck a deal with the innkeeper, and left the responsibility of settling into our rooms to the others. I leapt up onto a table and did a contortion act. Olivia, Ilzo and Va’lyndra came to watch when they had stored away the luggage, and Leopold joined them, although he seemed more interested in Ilzo than in me. I can’t fathom why.

After the show, I sat down with the others. At the moment, they were discussing Order and Chaos. Ilzo revealed to Leopold that elves are Chaotic, causing Va’lyndra to grumble. She didn’t like having that piece of information revealed. Considering that I had learned that I was Chaotic, too, I asked if being Chaotic was so special. “Try going to the Church and telling them you’re Chaotic, Mattea,” Va’lyndra suggested. “You’ll get in trouble.” I suppose she’s right.

I changed the subject, and asked Leopold why he was asking so many questions, and about such diverse topics. He explained that he belonged to a guild of historians. I had trouble believing that an entire guild could care about something like that, but the gnome seemed truthful, so I asked him about it. He responded that one needs to understand the past to understand the present. “And don’t you want to be remembered in the future? Then you’ll need historians to write down your exploits.” I asked him if he would like to be my friend, and we laughed.

Va’lyndra, as usual, failed even to smile at the joke. Leopold switched over to Elvish and engaged her in conversation. “If you’re going to continue talking in that tongue, I’m going to bed,” I announced after a while. Va’lyndra switched back to Common. “So, you’re saying you need someone to take you into the caves?” she asked the historian. That caught my attention. We were planning on grabbing a quest or two and going down there ourselves.

Leopold explained that he had joined the adventurers’ guild, but struggled to find a party to join. He had been stuck here in Garuk for several weeks, not daring to enter the mines alone. He had come from the Old World a couple of months ago to study the ancient civilization that lived beneath the mountains.

Ilzo muttered something in Orcish. Va’lyndra’s reply caused him to glare at her angrily. I asked what they were talking about, and he repeated in Common that he wondered if Leopold was able to defend himself. “There isn’t much that one must defend oneself from in the guild library,” the historian responded, “but I think I have some weapons up in my room.” What kind of adventurer is he? Going around unarmed like that. I’m never unarmed. Well, except when I perform, of course. Or when I’m with Olivia. Perhaps I shouldn’t judge.

I asked if he owned armor. And rope, and a tent. And what about a horse? Did he own one? Could he even ride? He turned out to be needing quite a lot of stuff, if he’s going on adventure with us. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a traveler’s outfit, but not much gear. I recalled that many gnomes prefer not to wear any clothes. I find naked people to be quite distracting, although I’ve never been with a gnome before, only humans, high humans, some elves and a cat person. My train of thought picked up speed, and I suddenly got “very tired”, so I wished everyone a good night and asked Olivia to show me to our room.


Thoughts on April 6th

At the guildhall, we discovered that the quest board had been moved into the caves, just like Leopold had mentioned, to be closer to the quest sites. Ilzo had restocked food in Urdon, but needed to buy fodder for the horses. He took care of that while Leopold purchased a pony and whatever else we had told him to acquire.

I leapt into Marvin’s saddle and led the way towards the mines. I did a balancing act, showing off for the person who was going to document my awesomeness for the posterity, but he didn’t seem very interested. What’s wrong with him!?

We passed the check point, displaying everything to the guards, except the bag of herbs, which Va’lyndra had hidden inside a tree outside the caves. Va’lyndra was wearing her new leather armor, and when she pulled out the old chain mail, she offered it to Olivia. Olivia put it on, but it didn’t fit her very well. Va’lyndra is about a whole head taller than her. Also, the mail was very heavy, so after about an hour, Olivia took it off and returned it.

I noticed that there was more traffic in the mines than there had been earlier. Some people had even set up booths along the way where they sold food and drink. Ilzo, Olivia and I bought chicken legs at one of the booths. It was a tad expensive, but not more than expected, on this side of the governor’s toll barrier.

Va’lyndra and Leopold discussed magic while we traveled, and I became concerned that Leopold might be a mage. I didn’t bother the others with my irrational fear. Va’lyndra is a mage, but she’s still a decent enough person. I suppose I shouldn’t be so quick to judge Leopold, but I have some bad experiences with mages, so I couldn’t help stepping lightly around him.

We passed several signs at side passages, that read that only authorized adventurers were allowed beyond. Those would be places that hadn’t been completely cleaned out. All the areas in the outer part of the mines had been examined, and posed no danger as long as people stayed clear. Va’lyndra stopped to translate older signs, from when the dark elves lived here, and learned that this entire region had been a duchy, or what passed for a duchy in those days.

The trip into the mines went faster than before, since we didn’t have a wagon to slow us down. We reached the Mild Mole early in the evening. The mood inside was merry, and Ilzo was curious about the dice game some of the patrons were engaged in, but he wasn’t allowed to join. I performed as payment for staying there.


Thoughts on April 7th

There are two locations in the mines, actually, where our guild has a presence. We set off towards the nearest one, but didn’t reach it. We set up camp in a side passage. Prompted by Va’lyndra, Leopold shaped a small rock into a pillar, thereby proving that he is a mage. Va’lyndra summoned water. I decided to retire for the night; the magic made me uncomfortable. We included Leopold in our watch routine: Be observant, say “Surkalpi” and wake us if anything happens. Olivia and I did our nightly ritual, and went to sleep contented.


Thoughts on April 8th, afternoon

We moved on after a quick breakfast. It felt kind of strange, not having Lady Karita around. She was a slow riser, and always grumpy in the mornings. It saddened me to think she would never yell at me again for disturbing her rest.

It wasn’t long before we reached the guild office. It shared a building with an inn. The office was managed by a dwarf whose face I recognized from the guild in Garuk. We discussed quests with him, and he informed us that he and the other non-human adventurers were leaving in about three weeks, so perhaps we should plan to return before that. They were concerned for their safety, as Tamburin might invade any time, and they were known to kill or enslave anyone who isn’t human. In our party, only Olivia and I would be safe, but living in occupied lands might not be pleasant for us either. I fear we will be leaving the area before the auction in May.

We selected three quests. They were in the most dangerous category, and the dwarf demanded that we should bring someone who could analyze the magic that we’d undoubtedly encounter. I responded that it wouldn’t be a problem.

We found the nearest quest site and made camp outside. Olivia remained with the animals, and the rest of us geared up and entered.
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