Written By Dagon
Sept. 5, 2017, 3:30 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
The overhead on getting them here... well, that's why Margot manages the books (Gods, hope she's okay). Good soldiers are priceless, and these ones will go back to teach their respective units. Education: the gift that keeps on giving. May behoove me to seek out others interested in helping these troops, whether through financial support or actually teaching them.
2. Abbas (? assess troops first)
3. Tyde-Friendly Thraxian merchants (safer oceans are a + )
Written By Eilonwy
Sept. 5, 2017, 1:28 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aodhan
Written By Mia
Sept. 5, 2017, 12:47 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
It seems that for all of my preparations, the layers of wool and leather did very little to keep out the biting cold. No wonder, I should think. Not only is full plate quite heavy, but suspect that while it does a very good job of keeping out the wind, it only seems to make the cold even worse. Perhaps I should have let them pad out my borrowed cuirass with pillows after all -- not for a better fit, but simply in the hopes that the down would keep out some of the biting chill.
Still, I won't freeze to death -- not tonight, at least. The Tribe that we tracked through the woods was being chased, being hunted even, by a pack of bears that had been tainted. I have never, in all my life, seen such fearsome and terrifying things. Covered in green ichor, they had decimated the Tribe and attacked our party without hesitation, despite the number of weapons drawn and the fires burning. Even grossly outnumbered, they simply charged. Given the damage they had already caused, I suspect they would have succeeded, too, were it not for the warriors among our small party. Inquisitor Crown and Dame Wyrmfang fought bravely despite their wounds; Lady Clara Crovane felled one of the great beasts in a single blow. But Lord Corban Telmar proved to perhaps be the savior of us all. Two blows; two bears. He single-handedly dispatched half of the animals himself and I can see clearly as to why he was placed in command of the mission.
The Tribe was so grateful that we camp with them tonight, sharing their fires and what few blankets they have to spare. Very little, I think, given how quickly they had to move, how many people they lost, the homes they were forced to leave. I doubt they would have lasted even a few more days if left to themselves in the forest. A young mother, her babe still an infant in her arms, was weeping when we first arrived. She was so convinced of their doom that she was ready to smother her child to spare her, as I heard her say, from being taken by the taint. One of her elders stopped her, thank all of the gods, but with so little hope left to them, I only imagine it would've been a matter of time before even I would've thought such a desperate act to be one of mercy rather than one of fear.
We will return to the Grayson camp with them in the morning and speak to them and their leader, Brunnhilda, of their future when they have full bellies and clearer heads. Whether they will join the Compact or not, I cannot say, but they will certainly mount no attacks against us. It is a beginning, at least.
Written By Marius
Sept. 5, 2017, 12:44 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
"Centuries ago, when the dew of creation was still fresh upon the ground, the sons and daughters of men and women were faced with a terrible threat. Abysmal and horrific, the demons were seen crouching in the dark places, huddling outside the cities and towns of men and women, sharpening their claws as they salivated at the prospect of devouring those inside. And it came to pass that the sons and daughters of men and women could stand the demons' threat no longer, but found they had no means to fight, nor warriors sufficient to the task.
"The sons and daughters of men and women called out to the oldest gods for deliverance, and the oldest gods replied in a whisper, 'Sleep now. Your deliverance is at hand.' And the sons and daughters of men and women slept and the oldest gods took from each of them one hair and one bead of sweat. And when morning broke the sons and daughters of men and women found that the oldest gods had formed stalwart warriors, each with a terrible weapon. 'These are your defenders,' the oldest gods told the sons and daughters of men and women, 'they will deliver you.'
"But the sons and daughters of men and women chafed at the indignity of being denied the glory of a victory over the abysmal horde. They cast out the warriors into the forest. And there they fought, defiant and merciless. The oldest gods caused great trees to grow to aid the warriors, and the abysmal horde crashed against the steel of the warriors' weapons and the forest trees like waves. And they broke, like waves against a bulwark.
"Unconquered, the warriors made their home in the forest, choosing communion with the oldest gods. Untamed, they found their already wild hearts growing ever more wild with each passing year, until the sons and daughters of men and women looked on them with disdain. Faithful to the oldest gods, the warriors remained steadfast in their defense of the sons and daughters of men and women. And they remain so even to this day.
Stories should stir the blood to action, and generate a sense of the noblest purpose. Even the ones that may not be entirely factual. Perhaps especially those ones.
I'm no shaman. That's the only story I can tell that didn't happen to me.
Written By Corban
Sept. 5, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
On Princess Reese's command, I led a team of diplomats and soldiers to investigate reports of Abandoned and dire animals west of camp. Approximately one-half-day's march from camp, we discovered two sets of tracks in opposite directions: One belonging to what was believed to be four dire bears and one belonging to what appeared to be a Tribe of Abandoned. Upon further investigation, we determined that the Tribe was primarily civilian in nature and was significantly injured. I deduced that the Tribe may have been attacked by the dire bears and was attempting to flee them, and I ordered the team to follow the Tribe's tracks.
My deduction appeared to be correct. The Tribe had posted warriors and archers in a last stand against the pursuing dire bears, but it was clear they would be wiped out without help. We organized the defenses as best we could in the short time available, posting archers in the trees and melee warriors in front of the sick and wounded.
Battle against the dire bears was pitched, and Dame Alexa and High Inquisitor Alistair were slashed by their claws. But Lady Clara -- nominally the healer of our group -- felled one with a strong blow of her axe. A team effort then brought another bear to heel, and I removed another two from the fight.
After the battle, we debriefed the Tribe's leader -- Brunhilda -- and her warriors, learning that they have been under repeated attack by Abyss-tainted animals, including wolves, bears, and badgers. We camped overnight and provided what aid we could. Then, upon sunrise, we led the Tribe back to camp to heal further and re-provision. I leave them to others' inquires regarding the larger threats we face.
The entire team performed well. I recognize especially Lady Mia for her translation and diplomacy with the Tribe, Lady Clara for her incredible skill with an axe, and Lord Killian and Lady Monique who made key discoveries while tracking the Tribe.
I remain available at your convenience for further questions.
Lord Corban Telmar
Written By Edward
Sept. 5, 2017, 12:35 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
Written By Calaudrin
Sept. 5, 2017, 12:28 a.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
Written By Leona
Sept. 4, 2017, 10:16 p.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Titania
Written By Daemon
Sept. 4, 2017, 9:47 p.m.(2/24/1007 AR)
But I don't aspire to digress into such complaints. This place is beautiful and its people are plentiful and so very interesting! I must give many thanks to Marquessa Demura for meeting with me the very same day I arrived. A hot meal and a warm bed have been two things I've left without for far too long.
Here it shall be that I retake my vows and find purpose. To the Oathlands continued growth and to my dear father, who I miss every day.
Written By Margot
Sept. 4, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Well he wasn't a man so much as an insane man-shaped creature infected with demonic influence. Still, my axe bit into his skull, there was a crunch, and then a mush and then I had to put my foot on his chest to pull my blade free again. After, the fight was over I felt heavy and light, proud and horrified.
I know now what I can do if I need to. And I genuinely hope I never need to again.
Written By Clara
Sept. 4, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calarian
Written By Merek
Sept. 4, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Written By Merek
Sept. 4, 2017, 3:27 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Written By Merek
Sept. 4, 2017, 3:24 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
Written By Harlan
Sept. 4, 2017, 3:16 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Written By Denica
Sept. 4, 2017, 12:38 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
A lion's tail flicks out from behind the egg moon.
A few feathers, soft and pale, are at the boy's feet. )
Written By Denica
Sept. 4, 2017, 12:32 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Regla
( The Sword of Escuma. One of the Voices of Navegant. Her profile rendered with quill and ink. The beauty of fierceness. The portrait honors a woman that uses her strength to the good of herself, her family, her House. Her features are delicate, yes, but there is an element of determination in her expression that holds her place where others would flee. It's a brilliant wildness in the eyes, the wind-blown hair around her brow and shoulders. )
Written By Reigna
Sept. 4, 2017, 10:49 a.m.(2/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
Written By Harlan
Sept. 4, 2017, 8:45 a.m.(2/22/1007 AR)
Written By Harlan
Sept. 4, 2017, 8:41 a.m.(2/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
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