The One True Game: According to Hoyle, and Others

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[DAY 47 – Sunday, Jinto 8th, CY 81]

The party left Keep Margrave the next day. After traveling back five hours along the path to the remains of Outpost Xavier, they came upon a divide in the road. “Captain Radcliffe said to take the right road for Outpost Young,” said Darius. After two more hours travel the forest around them had become thick and the trees stretched high over their heads. Igor scouted a few yards in front of the main group and kept a lookout for tracks. He came upon the remnants of a massive spider’s web, which had barred the road, but was now burned down. He cut off a portion for possible use later. When the others closed with him, he moved into the woods and scouted nearby. Igor spotted the remaining husk of a large spider hanging hung from a web over a hundred yards distant in the forest. When he met back the others they decided not to investigate further.

By dinnertime the team arrived upon at a small hill with a tower atop. Guardsmen greeted them at the roadside before they could get too close. When it was discovered who they were the entire band was brought up and introduced to their leader: Sergeant Keenan. “Good to see you again”, he said. He was a gracious host and shared his company’s food. In return the group was asked to tell its tale about Outpost Xavier. Igor gave a cursory retelling leaving out many of the secret details, but he did embellish when it came to him fighting the goblins and ogre at the caves. His listeners were delighted and inspired upon hearing their actions. The other members examined the outpost with the help of corporals Seth and Reginald. It was exceptionally efficient. Guards patrolled a half-mile perimeter every hour and supplies were categorized, counted and cleaned daily. Its militia members were a mix of seasoned veterans they had met before and twenty fresh new recruits.

Dram climbed to the top of the tower and scanned the surrounding forest below. Darius and Keenan joined him. Keenan pointed out the location of where Xavier used to be, but it was difficult to see. The surrounding wilderness seemed to keep the spot hidden. Darius tried drawing another map with Keenan’s help, but found it difficult. He placed Outposts Yung and Wight and then tried to find where the Caves of Chaos would be. Neither he nor Dram could find the horseshoe-shaped hill though. Darius told Keenan about the spider they had found. The sergeant related the tale of how his men had hunted and killed the giant beast. He seemed quite proud.

When the sun went down songs were sung and Brother Ben felt like he had been welcomed home. He almost felt ashamed as Xavier had been so old and run down compared to Young. One of the soldiers approached him then named Rufus. He asked Ben about the Gods and how he had joined the clergy. Brother Ben tried to put the best face he could on how he had worked long hours as a youth in a temple back in Margrave County. However as the evening drew to a closed he saw the same man talking with Kayla. “I best be careful with what I tell others,” Ben thought to himself. “It seems occult worshippers are everywhere these days.”


[DAY 48 – Moonday, Jinto 9th, CY 81]

Saying goodbye to Sergeant Keenan, the team backtracked to the fork in the road and turned down the middle route. Shortly after midday they reached the massive pit, which had once been Outpost Xavier. The surrounding forest was in full bloom now the rain had stopped, but each traveler had sorrow in their hearts. A massive mound of mud had collected at the bottom of the great hole so it was not quite as deep as was before. Darius rappelled down, but found nothing he could recognize. Heading back up, he asked if Igor might know of a way to the caves overland. “I may, I may,” he said. Dram and Igor led the group into the woods. Both climbed up and down trees trying to scout out the area and used the sun as a guide. South and east they hiked through the thick forest, while trying to avoid the underbrush. Gnats and other insect bothered them throughout the afternoon. After a few hours Igor found booted footprints leading away to the east. The party followed them to a riverside. Searching along its edge Mirel recognized they were back along the Greenwillow River.

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Dram and Igor climbed trees and spotted Quesquaton’s hilltop exit. As they reoriented themselves, Igor pointed to the booted tracks heading back towards the dryad’s tree and probably to the caves beyond. The band climbed back up to the entrance to Quesquaton. Dram spotted more booted prints in rows heading both to the bottom and to the top of the hill. They had expected this. The monsters had found the cave to Quesquaton after all. Taking out their weapons they approached the top carefully. The summit was scrutinized, but nothing stirred upon it. Everyone checked for tracks this time, but none could be found on the rough shale of the hilltop. Heading into the cave entrance Dram and Darius looked inside for tracks and noticed something very unusual.

At the eave of the tubular tunnel was a taught tarp disguised and covered in mud. Igor was called over and he drew a border around the trap. Peeking underneath, he could see a fairly deep pit had been dug just within the entranceway. The party scooted around it and headed down to see what was left of Quesquaton. Igor led with a torch checking the ground ahead in case there were more traps. The tunnel was intact the full half mile down and the group reentered the batcave below. No sounds came from within, so they all lit torches and spread out to see what had happened. After only a few yards a colossal mound of mud was discovered. Over three quarters of the room was collapsed. The unfilled portion of the cave continued opening to the right side. In single file the party carefully stepped along the cave-in’s edge searching to see how far it went.

After squeezing all the way to the far end of the original room, they spotted the right side’s exit, which used to have a boulder covering it. It was the opening they almost always entered through. Now the boulder was gone. But the space beyond was entirely collapsed. The truth had to be accepted. Nothing was left of Quesquaton or the treasure within. With a measure of regret the party retreated again to the outside. The next task was to explore the Chaos Caves again before heading back to Yung. It was late in the afternoon, but everyone agreed to another battle nonetheless. A plan was made to attack the ogre. It was decided that if the ogre were killed the goblins and possibly others would be leaderless and easier to defeat. The idea was to lure the creature outside its cave with ranged attacks and then a hidden Kayla would cause it to sleep. Thus allowing Igor to use his killing maneuver.

Darius and Dram followed the paired boot prints down the hill. They led directly through a thick cluster of forest and straight on to the streamlet running along the outer hillside of the Chaos Caves. Igor remembered the place. He quietly crept forward to the same cluster of bushes the kobold’s had set a sentry at before. Rustling noises came from behind the blind again. Crawling back he gave a quick report and Darius, Dalin, Dram, and Brother Ben snuck off to ambush the kobolds before they could set off an alarm. Lining up in the brush, each prepared to fire. “On three,” Darius whispered. “One…two…three.” Arrows and bullets flew into the bushes. A human scream echoed out and the movement stopped.

Checking on their handiwork they saw the grisly result. A nude, dead, human man lay inside the sentry blind. The body was tied up, hanging upside down from a tree, and stuck full of arrows. “Hee hee hee hee!!” The laughter came from up the hill behind them. Three goblins were seen poking around trees. The small creatures fired their crossbows and began running madly up the hillside. “It’s a trap!” yelled out Brother Ben. He hid behind a tree and scanned for other attackers. Many of the others began running after the goblins. Mirel, Kayla, and Ormand the Redd had stayed behind and did not know what was happening. They hid upon hearing Brother Ben yell out. Pulling out his bastard sword Igor hurtled himself upwards at the fleeing goblins. As Dalin, Dram, and Darius caught up with the chef from behind they found him cutting the goblins into filet.

Brother Ben continued to hide, while listening to the loud battle above. “ORMAND, COME HERE!” bellowed out Dram. The archer ran up towards the others. One by one Kayla and Mirel decided to follow too. “Come on!” said Mirel as she tugged at the priest while running by. Exasperated he trailed after. It took almost five minutes for everyone to reach the crest of the hill. More precious minutes passed as each struggled to catch his or her breath. The bodies were searched. Three small crossbows and 8 silver pieces were collected. The goblin armor was too small to fit anyone. Covered in blood, Igor climbed a tree and surveyed what he could. The interior of the ravine was out of sight, but he did spot movement along the streamlet where they had arrived below.

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Igor scrambled back down. Dram led the group along the tree-covered ridge of the hill towards the gnoll cave they had encountered weeks ago. Turning around he said, “Gnolls are supposed to be mercenaries. We should be able to buy them off. If we can convince them to attack the others covertly we may be able to start a civil war in this place.” Darius liked the plan. “Maybe we could pay them off to let us farther inside?” He said. “It would give us a safe escape route back to the surface.” They found the gnoll cave again. It was dark within and no guards were posted. Quietly the group moved into position for a possible attack. Darius peered into the darkness.



After five feet a round cavern opened up. It was about 35 feet in diameter and a worked stone exit lay on the far right side. Nothing else could be seen. The group lit torches and silently entered the cave. A brown furry form walked in from the far exit. It barked loudly as it ran from the group. Darius, Dalin, Dram, and Igor chased after it. The other four members followed to get in from outside. The second room was square and all worked stone. Another exit was in the middle of the far side. The barking gnoll ran through it, but not before Ormand the Redd shot an arrow in its back.

Four more gnolls ran in from where their brother had just exited. These wore heavy armor and carried axes. Dram, Darius, Igor and Dalin engaged them and managed to kill one, but the others circled around trying to reach Ormand the Redd and the slingers in back. Kayla wisely ran to the cave entrance, as she wore no armor. Ormand paced backwards trying to fire again, but an axe slashed off the side of his cuirass. Mirel and Ben pulled back abandoning their slings for the moment. Dram squared off with a gnoll, but kept missing it. Dalin and Igor shifted to flank another gnoll, but the third rounded on Dalin’s rear side. Torchless, Darius decided to chase after the fleeing gnoll into the darkness. The passage it had entered turned to the right after 10 feet and continued for 30 more before the dwarf saw steep stairs heading downward. They were full of heavily armored gnolls marching direclty at him.

Kayla looked out the cave entrance for possible reinforcements like the last gnoll attack. Ben and Mirel fired slingstones, while Ormand backpedaled and fired at the gnoll attacking Dram. Flanking, Igor pried his sword under the armor of the gnoll in front of him and pushed. The creature fell. Dalin turned on the gnoll to his rear, but not before it cut into his back. He staggered in place. A call came down the passageway. “We have company!” yelled out Darius. The dwarf had retreated into the dark corner and prepared to make a stand in close quarters.

Mirel hit the head of the gnoll, which had cut into Dalin. Dram pushed his foe back into a corner in the room and kept wailing on its armor with his sword. Igor called out, “We need some help back in here too!” as he engaged the gnoll on Dalin. Ben ran forward and deftly touched his hand out to Dalin’s outstretched one. Healing power passed from Brother Ben into the fighter’s body. Ormand the Redd scored a hit on Dram’s gnoll and the creature collapsed. Darius’s saw his enemies’ advance with his darkvision. They filled the length of the hallway in front of him. An instant later, arrows flew through the darkness and into and off his full plate armor.

Shifting its stance the gnoll facing Dalin moved towards Brother Ben and cut him with its axe. Ben thanked the Gods his chainmail had blocked most of the blow. Feeling better Dalin distracted the creature while Ben ran back towards Kayla and the front of the cavern. Igor and Dram ran to aid Darius and found the dwarf backed into a corner and surrounded. A dozen or more gnolls seemed to be pouring out of the right-hand passage. Ormand fired at the final gnoll in the square room and struck it right through its visor. The body fell next to the other three gnoll corpses. Darius turned to his right hoping to cut a path back to his friends. The gnoll he and Dram flanked tried to maneuver out of their way, but had nowhere to go. Its helm caved in under Darius’s hammer blow.

Stepping forward to fill the dead gnoll’s space, Dram stood side to side with Darius and faced the enemy. At Igor’s urging, Dalin took his space, while the chef crouched down in the shadows next to him holding his bastard sword overhead. “Kayla! Come here! We need you to sleep these things,” called out Darius. The message was passed along and reluctantly she ran back into the cave. Wondering at her sanity, Brother Ben continued running out of the cave and into the daylight. Stumbling down into the grass and dirt, he had a vision of two kobolds betting on the chances of those inside. As if in response, Ormand fired another arrow into the melee and killed his third gnoll for the day.

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Darius, Dram, and Dalin continued to swing at the foes in front of them. One more fell to the their blades, but its body was grabbed by a gnoll behind it and dragged backwards into the mass. “We must remember to burn the bodies!” Dalin shouted. Nudging him to the left, Igor saw his chance as another gnoll stepped forward to fill its downed ally’s space. With his bastard sword held high, he swung under its helm and cut off the creatures’ head. Calm up until this point, the other gnolls finally broke and a cacophony of barking and echoes filled the hall as they retreated.

The team quickly searched the dead bodies for loot. Darius remained in the darkened corner as the other stripped off the gnolls’ chainmail armor and stowed their axes in Igor’s sack. Only a small stack of silver was found. As flasks of oil were poured over the piled remains of the dead gnolls, Darius called Dalin over. “Watch this spot. I’m going ahead to find out where they went.” The smoke from the flames behind him reached Darius’s nose as he cautiously stepped down the stairs. He did not need to carry a torch as the other did, but he knew the gnolls could see in the dark just as well. At the bottom he saw the passage continued straight for another 25 feet and opened into another chamber. A second passage angled back and to his right. It looked smaller as less used.

Choosing the second, hopefully safer route he scouted a few feet further and saw an archway on the left hand side. Sidling up to its edge he peered around the corner. Whatever was there smelled awfully foul. SMASH!! A massive clawed paw flung the paladin into the opposite wall. “Darius?” called out Dalin. Enlisting some help Dalin, Dram, and Mirel approached the top of the stairwell with torches. Feeling confident in his new armor, Dalin descended to the bottom and waved the other two back. He advanced alone hoping one torch was less likely to be seen. Around the corner to his right he saw blood along walls and Darius’s crumpled form. Grunting and loud breathing noises came from an archway near the body. Dalin approached slowly and cautiously dragged the dwarf’s body back to the stairwell. In the shadows beyond the arch he saw a shaggy form reach out for him.



Running as fast as possible back to the main group, Dalin was helped by Dram to pull Darius’s armored body up the stairs behind them. Mirel unfastened Igor’s sack and they stuffed the dwarven paladin into it. Most of the team had already evacuated after permanently destroyed the six gnoll dead. Once outside, everyone ran together back down the hill and along the newfound path to Quesquaton. At the streamlet below, Dram saw what he thought was a hobgoblin, but it was facing away from him and searching the surrounding countryside. “Turn right”, he called out and the group headed for the dryad’s tree instead.

Running along the Greenwillow River the Quesquaton hill came into view on their left side again. Remembering what had happened last time Dram, Igor, and Dalin cleared away every track they could. Once at the top of the hill and safely back within the entrance tunnel, the team set up camp. The sun was setting outside as Brother Ben bandaged the wounds on Darius’s body. The others were in poor shape too. It was a long and frightful night as each watch waited for the coming reprisal.


[DAY 49 – Feastday, Jinto 10th, CY 81]
– [DAY 51 – Thunderday, Jinto 12th, CY 81]

For the next two days Darius was too laid up to move. Brother Ben used his healing prayers to restore his lost vitality and seal shut his wounds, but the dwarf still needed time to recuperate. The party kept a constant vigil day and night, but nothing ever approached the cave’s entrance. Each had rations enough to last for over a week, but no fire could be built as it may have alerted the enemy to their presence. Upon the third day Darius’s health had fully returned and the team packed up for departure. With Igor scouting ahead, they moved back to the Greenwillow river and crossed over it. It took the entire morning to find their way back to Outpost Young. In actuality a patrol found them. The rest of the day was spent walking back to Keep Margrave and finding lodging for the night.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Spoiler:

Quite a bit of the action occurs between sessions in online play. The quotes you’ve seen are taken from our online messageboard. Sometimes I need to edit them slightly to get the tense right, but otherwise it is the text from the actual players and referee.

In the scatter of quoted posts between sessions eight and nine, Darius and Igor’s histories were also posted. Well… sort of a second one for Igor. The following are in addition to the histories you can find near the beginning of the storyhour.

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The History of Darius Kord

Darius grew up in one of the more prestigious homes of the Dwarven Kingdom. The 2nd of 5 children, Darius knew many responsibilities around the hearth and home. Most of the time, even as a child, he was a mediator, his personality quickly defusing the hostile personalities of his fellow dwarves. His father, also a diplomat, saw great promise in him and his abilities. His mother, a hearth cleric, sought to instill a strong devotion to her faith in their children, and also saw potential in Darius. She pushed forward his training in religious training, hoping one day Darius would follow in her footsteps instead.

Darius was much more inclined towards his father's work than his mother's. His father taught him the subtleties of dwarven diplomacy, which to other cultures was an oxymoron. Darius was an apt pupil, and began at an early age to mediate disputes between other dwarven households. The Council of Thanes were impressed with his abilities, and asked that he come in to mediate a trade agreement with a large city of gnomes nearby that had eluded the other diplomats. Darius agreed.

Darius spent several months with the gnomes, learning from them as well as constantly relaying messages back and forth with the dwarves to broker a better deal. After the first, large trade
agreement was found beneficial to both sides in about a month, Darius stayed on the remaining months to broker smaller agreements and treaties between gnomish families, and between the gnomes and smaller dwarven groups. The gnomes began to teach Darius many things, even their ability to speak with stone (his dwarven heritage making it possible, though much more difficult). However, he was nearly done when a messenger had arrived to bring him terrible news… his mother was deathly ill.

Darius returned home post-haste. His father was there to greet him, and Darius walked in to find all of his siblings there waiting on them. His older brother, a soldier within the dwarven
army; his twin sister, a cleric like their mother; his younger brother, a scout for the army (rogue); and his little sister, still too young to venture forth. Darius found her lying in her bed, her breath raspy and shallow.

Darius pledged to her that day that he would be part of the church. He realized he lacked his sister's aptitude for true clerical power and wisdom, and he did not want to abandon his true calling. At the same time, however, he found that he truly wanted to keep his promise to his mother. It was his sister that suggested that he undergo the trial of paladinhood. Darius pondered deeply on the subject, and then proceeded to be tested by High Priest Gimor of the Church of Thor. Darius passed, and was assigned to First Paladin Durok. He learned the art of mount riding, swordplay, and learned to access his powers for the greater good of the dwarven lands.

Soon after Darius finished his training, he was brought before the council of Thanes and asked to be one of the ambassadors sent to the nearby human kingdom, more specifically the county of Margrave. Once he arrived, Darius learned of the problems and signed on, his moral duty and job duties demanding that he assist the humans.

Family Name: Kord
Father's Name: T'darl
Mother's Name: Dera (deceased)
Older Brother: Brin
Twin Sister: Nira
Younger Brother: D'kar
Younger Sister: Minar

Interesting tidbits:
Darius refers to his twin sister as "han-ownad", which translates into "half-spirit". Darius and his sister have joked that she gained more wisdom and intelligence than he did (him being average, her being well above-average in those) but he gained all the charm and physical durability. Neither is incredibly strong (Darius is 12 str) and neither cares for dexterity anyway.

Darius refers to his little sister as "silfar-kahl", or silver stone. Because he once found a small nugget of the silver on his travels, had it affixed to a gold chain, and gave it to her as a birthday present.

Darius finds gnomish culture fascinating.

Darius spent time training in the arts of Trading, Negotiating, Diplomacy, Scribing Contracts, and Etiquette for Dwarves and Gnomes. He's not nearly so familiar with Human or other racial etiquette.

Darius learned much of speaking with the stone, but still requires training to get over the "hump," if you will, and actually be able to accomplish it.

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Igor’s History

I considered doing a history for Igor, one of swashbuckling deeds of daring do, adventure on horseback and the high seas, finding, losing and finding lost loves again, all while fighting monster shaped robots from the year 2010...but then who knows if Igor is even his real name. How exactly did Igor learn to speak Goblin, Dwarf, Halfling, and Elven? What accident left him the twisted and scarred person he was until he was touched by the healing powers of Thor? Where did he train that he knows how to strike so precisely at his enemies, and why didn't any of you learn this stuff when you were being taught to fight? Who taught him all of his woodcraft? How is it he's so proficient with weaponry but so lacking in his armor? When did he work with the barbarian humanoid tribes to learn how to make disguises to look like them? What's the family history behind the big bag? What up with his voice? Exactly what are beans 4-7 in the seven bean casserole? Sooo many questions.

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[Session 9]

[DAY 52 – Fastday, Jinto 13th, CY 81]
– [DAY 64 – Weddingday, Jinto 25th, CY 81]

For the following two weeks the party decided to improve their skills before journeying back to the caves. The gnolls and hobgoblins had proven difficult enemies and the team’s previous training had proved exceptionally useful; both in understanding more of what they faced and how to overcome it. Brother Ben spent his days at Father Hedrach’s side and several hours every night in prayer and devotion. Igor decided to learn a new profession. He helped the merchant Mouse keep shop and take orders which kept him so busy, few saw him the entire time. Mirel remained stationed in the barracks and practiced her archery. She still found time to spend with her family each day, but mainly kept up the appearance of fulfilling her militia duties.

Dram and Dalin drank, diced, and caroused every night. They did their best to look busy when the sun was up by window-shopping for things they liked: mainly pretty women. Darius was as adamant as ever in trying to secure a meeting with Lady Devereaux. Unfortunately, her strict privacy policy had not changed. This did not deter Darius however. He kept busy learning and doing numerous different tasks around Keep Margrave all while petitioning for the Lady’s time. At one point, he decided to speak with Father Hedrach at the temple about “what would be entailed in questing for his holy avenger and his sacred mount.”

Originally Posted by Father Hetrick

Father Hetrick spends most hours of each day during the 2 weeks in prayer with Brother Ben. Late in the evenings he is able to see Darius, but tells him that for at least the next little while he will not be much help to him. It would require him to perform a rite on the dwarf’s behalf.

He does know of several Holy weapons lost in the histories of the Church. Perhaps Thor will look upon each if found as a token of your faith. He also knows of several potential areas to seek a mount. The plains of Nihm in the Barbarian lands to the West are known for their great horse stock. The Kronheim, a series of hills to the South, also have some creatures of exceptional intelligence and are possible to train by those of pure heart. He suspects although he doesn't know for sure that a mount to fly could be found there. Even further South and across the Vast Sea there are the Jungles from which many creatures have been found and many more have not been discovered yet.

And the Great Chasm in the Barren tundra of the North. The raiders from which are known to ride Bears, Great Wolves, and all other sorts of beasts.

Darius thanked Father Hedrick. After leaving he daydreamed about what mount his bond would be with. Igor, on the other hand, had barely a spare moment to himself. But having learned from Dram of an alchemist’s shop in the keep, he stole a few minutes to check it out. When Igor found and knocked on the shop’s green door he learned some strange news.

Originally Posted by Bert the Chemist

Questri the Alchemist was away gathering materials for two weeks. Currently his assistant Albert the Chemist (he likes to be called Bert not Al) was tending the shop. Bert told Igor that due to recent purchases Questri had to go find some rare substances to replenish his stocks.

Igor understood, but decided to look at all the wares anyhow. He selected quite a few potions for himself paying with more gold than Bert had presumed he had.

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I'll be gone through Monday on vacation. So everyone gets a little bit more story than usual. Enjoy.

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Originally posted by Mirel
Mirel undertakes 3 of 14 days of training in archery. The welts on her left forearm reveal that her skill is improving rather slowly. She has begun wrapping her arm in various common herbs, mostly shredded willowbark and aloe vera from the kitchen gardens. She most likely goes on to another form of training, to give her arm a rest, probably tracking and tracks reading. On the road, she'd go to Igor for that, but since he's preoccupied with his own training, she'll ask the Keep Quartermaster whom she should speak with.

After several days of tracking, she goes back to archery (wearing a nice, sturdy leather half sleeve on her forearm) and then finishes up with tracking. During her free days, she spends her time in the Keep's kitchen and stables. Normalcy is such an easy routine to fall back into. This time, before leaving, she remembers to acquire feed for Solly, and ask Igor to put it in the backpack.

Quartermaster Harold, as is on everybody's mind whenever someone mentions tracking, starts to say Pendra and Certa... but stutters and turns embarrassed as he remembers they haven't been seen in several months. When he regains his composure, his next suggestion is a little bizarre. He tells you to speak to Mouse. Mouse knows a hermit who lives in the woods nearby. However, the hermit doesn't like visitors and so Mouse may be reluctant to tell you of him. Not only that Mouse likes to keep his secrets. But Mouse seems to be able to find whatever we need, when we need it for the right price

Mirel tells Igor that the Quartermaster said to go ask Mouse about a hermit. She figures that Mouse will more likely help Igor, since Igor has traded with Mouse quite a bit, and if Mouse can get lessons set up for both Igor and Mirel with the hermit, that would work out pretty good.

If not, well, if only one person can meet with the hermit, it ought to be Igor, since he already knows something of woods lore, and not make the hermit mad with so many foolish mistakes. Mirel has lots of other training options she can turn to, not the least of which is short sword.

Mirel gets the sinking suspicion she is not too far off. With most of the regular army away; and many of the most prominent and powerful figures of the county away with Lord Margrave; and with no physical sign of Lady Devereaux; and with banditry near the Keep; and with a Giant's Army in the Caves of Chaos; and with...

Rumors to that effect are not unheard of. The most common one is: The Guild is conspiring to acquire more of an influence over the day to day running of the County.

Mirel received many offers once she asked around for training in new weapons.

Originally posted by Dalin and Galf
Dalin offered his assistance with weapon training to Mirel. He was also working to choose a primary weapon for himself, rather than switching around all the time. The dwarven-made sword was the most likely candidate. He also experimented with shields and looked into getting some modifications made to his field plate, so it was not quite so flashy. It was not his style, and also too obvious out in the open.

Galf the Armorer: “The suit of Armor you now wear was originally fashioned for Sir Ronaldo of Clares. His family's estate donated it to the cause since Sir Ronaldo is dead and had no heirs to wear it.” The armorer was more than willing to make any adjustments he wished. But he asked that Dalin not hide Sir Ronaldo's colors. “He was a brave defender of the County. And if not for the fact that he was slain in his sleep before he could don his armor would likely have gone off to the War in this suit. His squire fought bravely and was found dead protecting this armor from theft.”

Dalin was thrilled to learn the history of the armor, and asked the armorer anything else he could tell of Sir Ronaldo and his family. “Are they local?” Dalin considered requesting an audience with them at some point, to let them know that their donation had been put to good use. He agreed not to hide Sir Ronaldo's colors. Perhaps a cloak would be appropriate for times when temporary cover was needed, but otherwise he would wear the armor proudly.

Galf the Armorer: “I didn't know him personally. But I can tell you that to reach Clares, you need to travel to the West a day to the Village of Hommlet. And from there go South to Holmfaust.... about 2 days more travel. And then to the SouthWest again about another day or day and a half. Sir Ronaldo's widow would I’m sure love to hear that the armor is seeing use.”

There was filigree aplenty on the armor. The most noted symbols involved a chalice and three connected rings. The breastplate had the 3 rings.

When Darius heard about Dalin’s discovery, he offered the black cloak they found to him. A length of it was cut off, but the shoulders and such were broad enough for Dalin in his new armor. The paladin took special note of the symbols now they were polished up. He tried to remember if he had seen the crest before.

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Upon Darius’s suggestion, Dalin and he visited Father Hedrick in hopes of learning what the symbols might mean. The two waited patiently outside the old man’s chambers until he returned from teaching Brothers Thom and Ben.

Originally Posted by Father Hadrech

Father Hetrick: “The 3 rings are the heraldry of Sir Ronaldo of
Clares now deceased. The Chalice symbols place him in the Order of the Chalice. A smaller sect of the Order of the Crown. They believe in virtue above all else. The Order of the Crown holds allegiance to the Church only in matters that deal with the nobility. In all other matters they follow the tenets of the nobles. Some times this leads to disagreements between the Church and the nobles. But since most of the Church comes from the nobility... well let’s just say it is family squabbling.”

Dalin mentioned the directions the armorer had given him to the town of Clares and Ronaldo’s widow. “There are several places to pass through to get there. The nearest is called Hommlet. Have you heard of it?”

“Hommlet? Just a small quaint village. A farming community of the Old Faith for the most part. Although in the last few years a church has been built and has tried to convert the farmers. They have a reputable Inn. A decent brewer. And other amneties. Currently an estate is being constructed. The old estate fell into disrepair and was abandoned years ago.

Darius also asked Father Hedrick about how long he will be able to maintain the bond to his mount before Darius actually went to claim it.

”Having never been able to form the bond myself I'm not intimately familiar with its limitations or range. I've read that it is lifelong.”

Thanking the Father for his time, Dalin and Darius left the temple and decided to head in different directions. Dalin was interested in finding a soft spot to lay his head and warm ale to comfort him. Darius conversely was feeling anxious and strode through the streets unsure of where to head next. He thought about trading armor his with Dalin’s, but realized the cost of modification would probably equal the cost of the filigreed armor itself. Letting his mind wander as his feet did the same, Darius thought back on his knowledge of armors made of rare metals in the Dwarven lands, like Mithril and Adamantine.

Originally Posted by Darius's Thoughts

The Dwarves were known for working with all types of metals. He had heard tell (but not seen) of Mithril and Adamantine. And he'd guessed that the Mastersmith in the Dwarfhome could in fact handle fashioning such material into something useful such as armor or weapons.

Elves too were noted in Dwarven history for working with Mithril. Where they get it is a mystery. But he had heard of a tale of a pact signed over the exchange of arts. The Elven art was reported to be made of Mithril. Though, no one has seen it for many ages. The Dwarves gave the Elves the secret of powder and Kargauthal the Loud (a cannon)

The memories of his home only caused more anxieties to surface in Darius’s mind.

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He had been getting a bit suspicious of what was going on in the keep. It was one thing to turn away a Sergeant, he had no problem with that. But to turn away the representative of the Dwarven Nations? That struck him as odd at best, and down right insulting at worst. However, he knew diplomacy was the key, and would not share that thought with anyone. Darius's diplomatic tendencies were tempered with Dwarven pragmatism and temper. If she continued to refuse to see him, he may decide himself which course of action to take. Namely, riding to the Dwarves and giving his full report, including the existence of such a large force of Orcs.

Darius went to the front gate and inquired if a messenger came by there a month or two ago, carrying a message to the Dwarven kingdoms and the churches of the lands. He described the messenger well, and also described the sword he was carrying, and that it was wrapped in a certain color fabric.

Darius also went back to speak to Brother Thom about the differences in his religion and Thom’s. The paladin explained how he had attended mass each day, and each night prayed to Thor for guidance. On Thorsday (which he believed was Thunderday in Margrave), he fasted and spent at least 4 hours in prayer. He felt that during his travels he had gotten away from his faith, and wanted to renew it. He had asked for Thor's guidance and resilience during these meditations.

After listening patiently as Darius had outlined his religious practices, Brother Thom informed him of a place in the temple where no one would disturb him. Meditation chambers had been built for just that purpose.

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Meanwhile, as Darius sought solace kneeling on the temple’s stone floor, Igor was having an entirely different kind of revelatory experience.

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Igor: “So wait, I'm confused. How well known is the guild? Is this Merchant's guild perhaps like the one you are in? Or the ones I'm a part of as well? Is my profession now legal or something?

Mouse: ”There are a number of Guilds: the Merchant's Guild, the Artisan's Guild, the Actor's Guild, the Farmer's Cooperative (essentially a guild), the Guild of Extraordinary....and so on. These are all legal guilds. With charters and such purchased from the nobility.”

”There are other more nefarious guilds which are known, but aren't legal. They go by many names. Most commoners refer to them all collectively as "The Guild". "The Black Market" is the most talked of illegal Guild.”

Igor’s mind reeled at the possibilities; guilds for the highwaymen, the pocket pinchers, the second story girls, the organ grinders, the cherry pickers, the backstabbers, the grafters, the sewer freaks, the heavies, the highrope dancers. The list could go on and on. “Perhaps one could be made for chefs with a taste for blood,” he thought to himself. Above his workspace, the main shop of supplies buzzed with business. Everyone was excited about the coming Midsummer’s Day Feast.

The activity in the Keep 2 weeks prior to the Holiday is increasing. And everything gets more frantic as the Holiday approaches.

The nobility put on a big feast for all the people of the land. They serve the food. The one day of the year when the lowest is the highest. The people are preparing their finery to wear to the feast. The nobles would be wearing simple shifts; most made of burlap.

The highlight of the feast is the tourney afterwards.

There are feats of strength, riding, archery, arms, and words. The winner of the tourney is declared the Champion.

The MidSummer Feast takes place not just in the Keep, but all over the Kingdom.

Dalin wondered what sort of preparations he would need to make. Unsure, he asked Mirel. ”Yes, Dalin, there will be betting. Don't tell Brother Ben”. Happy to live the life of a carefree noble, even if just for a day, Dalin considered buying a fine suit to wear. He just had time to have something tailored. A suit made in the colors of his armor, embracing the Ronaldo connection, but being careful not to overstep his bounds.

You hear tell that Mouse is taking all bets. The current favorite to win the tourney is Capt Ratcliffe since Pendra and Certa are not around.

He had nearly 4 to 1 odds. Dalin, because he has seen events before, was about dead even with one of the Sergeants of the Watch.

Brother Ben inquired about the different tournaments. He was mainly interested in the test of words, but he also planned on entering the contest of arms. Hopefully these would cause equal distraction to his current thoughts.

The tourney of words is a contest of riddles. Tourney of arms is a nonlethal combat. First one to 5 hits wins. The tourney of archery is 5 shots. And the tourney of riding... involves multiple tasks... it is a race over obstacles... It is staying seated on the horse and it comes down to a chance to unseat your opponents at the lists.

Dram planned on entering all unmounted martial competitions and began practicing with his bow day and night in preparation. He also cleaned himself up since there would undoubtedly be watchful young women in attendance.

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Kayla prepared for the feast and then went to see if Elian had any free time so she could attempt to get in a few days worth of training.

Word was sent thru the guards at the Inner Bailey. Elian didn't leave her waiting long.

Elian: “For you I always have time.” He took her to his Quarters. They were of course barren of most furniture. Plenty of pillows and rugs and stacks and stacks of books and rolled up pieces of paper. He asked if she wished to learn some more of the spells from Zelligar's books.

Kayla: "Honestly I need a little help applying what I've learned so far." She pulled out her spell book and showed him the spell phantasmal forces and continued, "I haven't quite figured this out yet. It's starting to make a little more sense, but I still just don't understand. I was hoping you could help me draw on what I've learned so far to understand it little better. Even if I can't fully grasp it yet, I would like to work toward it."

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[DAY 65 – Thunderday, Jinto 26th, CY 81]

Darius pounded on the door of the inner bailey. The two weeks of training was almost over and he had received neither word from the Dwarves nor Lady Devereaux. Hearing the guards snicker on the far side he asked them if they received their orders directly from the Lady, and whether they had seen her recently.

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They didn't know the origin of the orders. They were told by their Cpl. They assume he was told by the Sgt or Lt. And that the Sgt or Lt got the orders from the Capt. And the Capt. from Lady Devereaux. But that was purely speculation. They had't seen Lady Devereaux in some weeks. But again that was not unusual. And with all of the current trouble in the County from Bandits and the Giant's Army... and with preparations for the Feast. They did't see anything to be concerned about not seeing her.

Darius was concerned. As a dwarf it was difficult to trust in a person he had not met. Thor’s Might may run through his veins, but Lady Devereaux had yet to prove herself more than a myth. He wondered again about the message he had sent to the Dwarven kingdom.

So far as Darius had gathered from rumors and direct conversation, the letter and sword were delivered to the dwarves weeks ago. But dwarves were slow to make up their minds. They spend time in committees hashing out the best ways to go about things. What resources they will need, who will go, how much it will cost...etc... They are a longer lived race. They don't rush into anything without planning and with commitment on the part of those who are sponsoring the expedition. True the letter was from him, a fellow dwarf from a highly regarded family, but it would mean all the more reason to get it right.

The Dwarves were, at least as much as he'd gathered, probably fashioning some form of transport or war machine before they came. And that could take even more time.

Still he knew in his heart, “The dwarves would've at least sent a response by now.”

It was official. In Brother Ben’s mind at least. He had worked and studied and prayed fervently, but his strength in the divine seemed to have stagnated. Long hours spent memorizing temple doctrines, reciting prayers, reading scripture, and methodically repeating ritual phrases and gestures had led to nothing but near constant head pain. Sometimes the pressure in his skull throbbed so strongly it seemed to block out any thought at all. Father Hedrick said he did not know what the problem was. But Ben’s novitiate training was coming to an end. He had completed all of the requirements for priesthood. Father Hetrick would stand beside him during the ordination on the coming Holyday.

Brother Ben felt ashamed. As one of the few clergy proving capable of channeling divine power he desperately wanted to use that power to aid others. Only now he was unsure whether the forces he already controlled would continue or be revoked. The Gods could be fickle in their choice. Many of the faith grew to old age becoming important figures in the temple’s hierarchy without ever being imbued with divine power. Ben knew this, but still could not help feeling as if he had failed somehow. At least his prayers were still performing as needed. Constant practice had taught him that much. It was a penitence he placed on himself for his feelings of guilt.

Father Hetrick came up behind him quietly. “Your sequestration is complete. You should take time now to prepare yourself to receive the mantle of your religious Fatherhood. Your fast is at an end too. It might be best to go out this evening and celebrate with your friends. It is a lifelong obligation you will take. Something to lighten your heart would serve you well.” Brother Ben nodded in response. Straightening from his prostrate position on the stone floor of his meditation chamber he went to clean himself and bind the wounds on his knees. “How could this be what my parents wanted when they sent me to Father Stauk-Flezr?” he thought. “It was not for my protection or gain I entered his conclave.” Fear was the real reason. And now the voices had returned.

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Darius found each of the members of the party during their off time and asked if they could all meet at the tavern at night after their training for that day. It wouldn't take long, He had something he wished to discuss, and missed the company of his friends. He would even purchase drinks for everyone (ale for those that preferred it, wine for Kayla, and whatever was appropriate for Mirel).

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Dalin arrives before the appointed time and enjoys a couple of Man with Fire in His Hands Ale while waiting and wondering what the dwarf has to discuss.

Dram is probably already there. Best to fight fire with fire. More ale it is!

Kayla shows up at the requested time & politely accepts the wine Darius offers.

Brother Ben limps in on time with tired eyes and sores on his knees. He will be drinking water.

That completely unnerves Mirel, and she settles quietly by a wall, trying very hard to be unnoticed.

The innkeeper at the Man with Fire in His Hands Inn explains that his normal supply of Hearty Mug Ale from the Breumeister of Hommlet is running a little late. He assures you his ale is just as good but not as aged.

Mirel is no vintner, nor is she very educated in her palate. She is willing to try the ale.

Darius isn't particularly worried. To him, most human ale probably tastes the same.

Darius stands: “My friends, I have prayed to Thor for guidance, and he has directed me to that which will become my mount, provided I am truly worthy of the honor.”

“My vision came after hours of fasting, praying, and paying homage to Thor. He sent me a vision of a winged creature, with great talons that would be large enough to carry off a white stag. A magnificent creature, truly. There are several kinds of creatures that my vision can be of, and I have spoken to Father Hedrick and Elian about this.”

“My call is to the South, in the mountains known as the Kronheim. I will seek assistance from the gnomes there, and perhaps bring goats for the trip. I am not certain about that yet.”

“I ask that you consider us going to claim this. It will not be easy, and I am endeavoring to learn as much about the Kronheim as possible. The climb is not an easy one, which is why I will look for the gnomes for assistance.”

“Thank you, my friends. I will abide by our collective decision. Now, please, drink, and discuss anything you wish.”

*With this, Darius lifts his ale up high*

"To Friends, Comrades... to Brothers and Sisters!"

“Hear, hear... Innkeep another round.” (A heavy set gentleman in loose robes and a rope belt belches. He is bald on top.)

”The Kronheim is not a place to go it alone. I have friends who can show you the area. They practically grew up there. They are putting our horses up in the livery as we speak.” (he smiles a big broad grin)

"No, no Darius. This should be a shared celebration." Igor throws 10 gold on the counter. "Barkeep, drinks for everyone in the Inn for as long as that lasts." Igor slowly cracks his knuckles and gives the group a smile. "Now, let's get down to some SERIOUS celebrating"

Darius looked at him closely. He wanted to gauge everything about him to learn more of what he might be about. "Greetings, my friend. Who might you be, good sir?"

Brother Ben sat resigned and tired on his stool. To him the new man looked like a friar with homespun clothes and a small walking stick leaning against his leg. But his dress was different enough from his own religious robes to leave him unsure.

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Darius guessed he should have mentioned the toast was just for those at the table. He looked at Igor strangely, his eyebrow arched. "I take it you wish for us to undertake this adventure then?"

“I am Goodman Barth. My companions and I have come here to join in the feastivities this MidSummer. But I couldn't help but overhear you wish to travel South. Back to our homeland.”

Igor: "Sure, once we deal with the other business at hand."

Mirel chuckles (a rarity), she seems vastly amused at Igor's comment.

Darius: "Yes. I seek to travel to the Kronheim. There is a task I must perform there. What can you tell me of the people and creatures of the land?".

Goodman Barth: “Tell me what you know of the people there. I'm better at filing in the gaps then just taking off the top of my head (he rubs his bald pate) about subjects.

I overheard you are seeking a mount. And that the mount can fly and has talons. And... (he approaches and whispers more to the table) it slew a white hart. The white hart is a protected, sacred creature of the hill people. Don't tell my friends about that when they arrive. They are hillmen.

Darius: "Duly noted. What I know of the mountains is that it is inhabited by gnomes. Some of cautioned me against their 'trickery', but other than that, nothing. I believe there are nomadic humans or tribes that live in that area, but I know little of them. Please, sit with us."
Darius pulls an extra chair to the table.

Goodman Barth: “Why thank you. Thank you very much. My legs aren't as strong as they used to be.” (he plops down and the chair groans). “We ran into some trouble on the road here. Bandits. They demanded a toll. Which since we were outmanned and outarmed, handed over our coin with not much protest. In my youth, (he doesn't look that old now) I would've taught them all a lesson.”

”The gnomes are a secretive bunch. They tend to keep to themselves. But they do on occasion mix and exchange words with the hill people. And I get this only second hand mind you.”

”My own monastery is located at the base of the Flat Irons. The front of the Kronheim. I regularly deal with the hill people when they come down from the hills to trade for items they can't make themselves. I took 2 of them as my guides years ago. And Turko and Zerk have been with me ever since..”

Darius hands the friar 5 gold coins. "Hopefully that will help make your stay more pleasant. Tell us, are the hill people friendly?” (pause) “Where are my manners? These are my comrades and friends: Kayla, Mirel, Dram, Dalin, Igor, Brother Ben, and I am Darius. Your monastery... might they be able or willing to assist? We need little, save food and shelter, and I would be willing to compensate them."

Goodman Barth: (accepting the coin) “Why thank you again. The kindness of others is always appreciated, especially when you've lost your way in the world. It does a heart good to know that not everyone is like those bandits.”

”The hill people are... well... just people mostly. But not overly known for their civility. They are a more practical people. And tend to live on the land. They follow the totem magic. And part of my duties there... is to teach them the lessons to be learned in learning the Path to Righteousness.

”The monastery is a small place. Myself, Turko, Zerk, Goodman Walli and Goodman Kifu are the only inhabitants. We came to join the celebration. Buy and trade for another year's worth of supplies. And to catch up on the ways of the world outside. It is a lonely existance but one I wouldn't trade for anything. It gives us time to mediate and really have an impact of others... like the hill people.”

”Consider our place your place when you visit.”

Darius: "When are you planning on making the trip back? We have something we wish to look into, but if my friends agree, then we may be able to accompany you on your trip back. Bandits are not likely to attack an armed caravan."

Goodman Barth: “Well not at least until the MidSummer Feast is over. And with the offer of an armed escort we can surely wait. Is a week enough time?”

Brother Ben patiently listened to the conversation. He had never heard of the Path of Righteousness in his religious studies.

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Darius: “That's up to my friends. What suggestions do you have for climbing the mountain?

Goodman Barth: “Rope. Good strong sturdy Rope. A lot of muscle and will power. And a means to carry water and food in and out. But whatever you do, don't and I will repeat don't take the offered smokeweed from the hill people. I did and well... that is what happened to my leg. Or more... what I woke up to the next day. I don't remember any of it. But I imagine I fell down and did some injury to it while so induced.”

Mirel is still less than half way through her first mug of ale. She is listening carefully, and nodding sometimes. She asks the barkeep for dinner, and after a bit, gets a plate of black bread and butter covered with a bean porridge. She settles back down and listens.

Brother Ben: "Pardon me, Goodman Barth. I would be greatly interested in learning more of
what you call the Path of Righteousness. As well as the Gods or Goddesses of which your folk venerate… But I get ahead of myself. Your offer for stay at the monastery, after our last work as mercenaries for the County Margrave, sounds propitious. I look forward to such a refreshing and secluded stay."

Goodman Barth: “Why thank you, Vicar... it is Vicar is it not? We follow the One True Path. The Way. The ever waxing and waning form of Truth.”

”We seek all the things that are good in this world and try to caterogize them. We spend endless hours writing, drawing, and meditating of the True Form of All things.”

“We call in T - on - T - Og.”

”We are always looking to get others to learn Tantog. We have volumes of books on the subject.”

Mirel shakes her head and seems to find her dinner far more interesting than lectures of the cloth. Dalin is similarly disinterested in the religion-talk, but tries to feign interest. He whispers a little with Mirel but tries not to be impolite.

Brother Ben: ”You speak of the ever waxing and waning form of Truth. Aye, Truth does seem to waver depending on the day and the season. Perhaps a focused hiatus within the temple might aid my fevered brain. Our current troubles weigh heavily on my mind and it might be better to give it rest.” (looking slyly at Goodman Barth) “Tell me. Have you categorized any us yet?”

Dram: "Sounds like a GIANT waste of time! Not to be rude sir, but what truth do you speak of? If it is 'ever waxing and waning' and whatnot, it seems to me to be not so 'true'. But what do I know! Care to arm wrestle for another ale? Strength. A well plucked arrow. Solidly forged metal. Now that's what I call true!" Dram quaffs another ale.

Goodman Barth: “Aye, a good question in truth my large friend. And one we ask ourselves all the time. Unfortunately, it is one of the ways of the Path. To be always questioning and to be always vigilant and attentive to the answers.”

”Another of the tenets of the Way is when one achieves an answer to the True Path you take your first step upon it. And when you have answered all the questions you can ask you shuffle off this mortal coil for you have achieved Enlightenment.”

Brother Ben: “Ah yes. There was another thing. You mentioned your friends, Turko and Zerk I believe. You said that they were actually from the Hills themselves? That they are Hill People?”

”It is probably nothing, but I cannot help but wonder if they might have known two honorable acquaintances of ours named Pendra and Certa. [perfect sleeper] They had a manly look about the two of them like your friends here. Only we fear the two may have met with unfortunate circumstances. If you or your men know of them, or might have seen them around, it might help us in our search.” Brother Ben gave the most detailed description of Pendra and Certa he could manage.

When Brother Ben mentions Pendra and Certa, Mirel pauses noticeably and looks up hopefully. Dinner suddenly got much less interesting.

Goodman Barth: “Pendra and Certa are missing?” (he gasps)

”Pendra was the Champion of so many Feasts. He was well known among the hill people. But alas he was not one of them. Certa too will be missed and mentioned in prayers I am sure around their camp sites.”

Brother Ben: “Well let them know full of it then. To my knowledge, it has been well over a month since anyone saw hide or hair of them. They were scouting out in the forest Greenwillow at the western edge of the County Margrave; outside of the outpost ring.” (looks to the group for assurances) “Any help in their rediscovery would benefit us all and much appreciated.”

Kayla is also quite disinterested in matters of religion. When the conversation turns to that topic she pulls a book out & quietly begins to review the things she learned with Elian that day. She does however look up long enough to take note at the mention of Pendra & Certa.

Brother Ben then realized he had forgotten to properly introduce himself. He did not want to be taken as an ordained cleric before he truly was. Standing up he raised his open palm in greeting.

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”Brother Benedict Selzkin from the Temple of Law on the far side of the County. Truth be told this is the farthest I have traveled in my day. Perhaps this is the root to why your exotic offer intrigues me so.” (he laughs)”

Mirel looked very, very disappointed. When the subject changes back to religion, she goes back to her dinner, talking quietly with Dalin. Mirel just quirks an eye at Igor. After a moment, she shakes her head slightly and looks away.

Dram, not too far yet into his cups figuratively speaking, stares intently at the center of his mug. Now that the flurry of activity surrounding the outpost and the evil caverns has somewhat subsided and been replaced by the normalcy of the annual festival preparations, his mind begins to turn on personal matters that are suddenly weighing heavy. After all, Northmen, and their ancestors are prone to dark brooding are they not? Dram has fond memories of the festival from his youth. His thoughts turn to his father, wrongfully imprisoned, and his brother, conscripted and missing in action. As Darius made his impassioned plea to quest south, albeit for his own personal reasons, Dram was inspired and almost totally taken by a wanderlust that seems to infect his people to the point of recklessness at times.

However, he responds to Darius as such, "Brother” (he addresses Darius in a familiar manner now that his military service has been completed), “your speech is inspiring and your quest worthy, however, I cannot in good conscience commit to such an undertaking without first setting my mind at ease regarding the fate of my family, namely my father and brother. The caverns of chaos be damned. They mean nothing to me personally. I have lost a man there (Rogg) and care not to do so again on my watch. Your call for a march south appeals. The south has always been mysterious to me and I welcome a fresh start. However, until my father is freed from debtors' prison, and I know the fate of my brother, I cannot in good faith, by Thor, abandon this county. Aid me in my humble quests and I shall become your right hand in yours. Freeing my father from prison is a simple financial matter. Finding my brother is another. Every time I've made an inquiry into his fate I have been met with rumours of a caravan. Perchance that mysterious caravan was headed south? I know not. Brother Darius, give me some hope in finding my elder brother and I shall pledge my life to your beast-quest."

Darius: "I am truly sorry, my friend. I will assist you in any way I can. However, I do not believe that leaving the caves alone is good for the people here."

Dram: "I was under the impression that you were proposing abandoning the caves for now in lieu of a steed search."

A large framed but very muscular man enters followed closely by a smaller wirey fellow. The smaller man seems to be almost wound like a spring. Like he is ready to strike at any and everything within reach. The larger man has a hard expression on his face and a long scar down the rightside of his face. the scar runs all the way down his neck and vanishes beneath his tunic. They are both dressed in simple hides with padding underneath. Something that is obviously too hot for the current weather. Stains mark both men's armor beneath the underarms.

Goodman Barth waves to them. You smell them long before they reach the table. Manure, sweat, and something else altogether foul permeates the air.

"This is Turko and Zerk." (Barth doesn't seem to notice the stench)

Dram: "Welcome fellas! Have a drink on me and enlighten us humble folk in the matter of Truth!" Dram buys them each an ale.

Both eye him strangely. The smaller man, Zerk, does look ready to strike him.

Goodman Barth stands and bows to them slightly. "Please, join us. Our new friend here wishes to buy you a drink." (he turns to Dram) “Their customs don't allow them to consume fermented grains, so please don't take it as an offense if they decline ale. They don't speak much either. In fact, Turko lost his tongue for speaking out of turn to an elder when he was a boy."

Dalin looks up the two new gentlemen and asks "Do your customs allow for a friend game of cards?" He produces and begins to shuffle a deck of cards, glancing around the table to see if there is any interest. He also orders a fresh mug of ale.

Both Smile with the biggest grins you have ever seen . Many missing or misshapen teeth. Turko's tongue or lack of one is noticeable when he smiles.

They both bow to the table and seem to be waiting for something.

Goodman Barth turns to the ladies, Kayla and Mirel. "They can't seat themselves until you invite them. The women of the hill people rule."

Mirel clearly defers to Kayla, the elder, establishing a hierarchy in a nonverbal language the hill men will understand.

Throughout the religious part of the discussion Mirel looked moderately bored, though Dram's and Dalin's arguments almost made her smile. When Dalin mentioned cards, Mirel looked interested.

Brother Ben listened to the others as the night of revelry slipped past. Realizing the conversation would stop soon and that Dalin would likely convince the others to gamble for the rest of the evening, Ben decided to take some initiative and join in. One night would not corrupt him and he would be with his friends awhile longer.

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At an opportune moment, like when a band of entertainers or a succubus-like creature enters the tavern creating a distraction, Dram bends Darius' ear and whispers, "Why do you impart these Southerners, who you know not at all, with such trust. Are not the reports of banditry to the south? Unfettered offers of kindness and aid are often ruses for abuses....or so I've been told. These men may mean well, or not, how do I know? Just a word of caution. What is the expression, 'Loose lips sink ships'?"

Darius whispers back, "I doubt he is leading an army of bandits. Since when were you so paranoid?"

Dram tends to get moody and a bit paranoid when he drinks too much. “Paranoid? Just a bit cautious after everything we've been through. I too doubt that he leads an army of bandits but that's not to say he mightn't be in cahoots with them in some capacity."

When Kayla notices that attention has turned to her, she looks up from her book. "Please, join us," she says. Once they are seated, she turns back to her reading.

They sit. Neither comfortably though. Zerk still looks like a spring. And Turko can't fit his feet under the table just right. Both turn to Dalin and the cards.

"They are easily amused," Goodman Barth tells the others.

Dalin gets out a small stack of coin, antes and begins dealing, asking to each person at the table in turn "are you in?"

Mirel suggests playing a few hands without coin to make sure that everyone uses the same rules.

Dalin agrees with that suggestion. "But just to keep it interesting I'll fund the pot for the first few rounds. It's the least I can do with all the ale others have been buying." He tosses 10 copper into the pot and starts to deal, suggesting whatever the most common and simple game in the area is.

Kayla politely turns down the invitation & takes this opportunity to excuse herself as it sounds as though all of the important discussion is completed.

Igor will also take this opportunity to excuse himself.

Ben observed the witchwoman and her remarkably deadly chef leave the Inn. He wondered what exactly they were up to. Pain flared in his skull as his headache returned.

Mirel dodges any glances from Brother Ben and joins the game.

Darius gives a stern look to Dalin and Mirel, then shakes his head. He turns to the friar. "I would like to know more about the lands there. My friends and I have other tasks to attend to, but we hope to be back within a week to accompany you on your trip there. What can you tell me of the beasts in the region?"

Mirel squirms a bit under that look, and mentally adds Darius to the category of people who just don't know how to let other people have fun. She'll dodge his gaze too in the future.

Goodman Barth: "Goats, Wolves, Mountain Lions, Deer, the usual assortment of animals. Also wherever gnomes are found their offspring and their enemies aren't far behind. So kobolds, goblins, and gnolls are there too. Hillmen have encountered many things over the ages and they have myths, legends, and stories of many mythical things. Snakes with colorful wings. Lions with spikey tails and human's faces. Creatures part goat, part serpent, and part lion that breathe fire. It would probably due you some good to read at the monastery awhile before you went up into the hills."

Ben suspiciously eyed Mirel as she sits at the card table. With a weary step he goes over and sits near her. "You better deal me in Dalin. But before you try any of your own 'magic' know that all of my winnings are going to the temple. No one cheats the Gods, as they say."

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Mirel is completely stunned as Brother Ben sits down. She just stares at him for a moment. Then she regains her head and looks over to the friar and the hill men. As Kayla has taken her leave, that leaves the courtesies to Mirel, darnit. "Would you care to join the game?"

Remembering what Dram had said about his father being in debtor’s prison, Brother Ben looks at his cards as he casually speaks. "I don't recall you having told us about your brother and father Dram. Maybe you could regale us with the stories of your family while we play?"

Dram is touched by the outpouring of concern among the other party members for his father. He suggests that the next time training needs to take place, and he is not among the active trainees, that he and whoever else is free make a side trek to his home town to bail his father out.

Both Turko and Zerk are very eager. They pull out an assortment of rocks and place them on the table as money. Goodman Barth declines. He is enjoying the conversation and the ale too much. Although, he did seem to spend some time watching Igor and Kayla leave.

Mirel glances at the rocks. Do any of them look like they might be something other than generic riverstones?

There is a glint of something shiny from a couple of them that have rubbed together. Otherwise they are very light gray and dull.

Dram began reminiscing as the others played out each hand of cards. He recalled the face of his father in his mind. Prison was not something he liked to contemplate.

Dram's father owed a constable of his town. He would have to ask the constable what the tally was now. Dram knew the amount his father owed before he left. The Keep was in the NorthEast fringe of County Margrave... right on the Borderlands of the Wilderness. Dram's home was almost due West 4 days travel by foot.

Goodman Barth lazed contentedly in his chair as he enjoyed the Inn’s ale silently. A variety of card games were played into the late evening hours. Enjoying the other’s friendly company and the festiveness of the common room, Ben felt as if the holidays had already begun. The trials of Outpost Xavier were behind them. He and his friends were secluded from the entire world. The others began talking about what they planned to do next. There were many possible options now they had time to address their own lives again. Darius had a duty to find his holy mount at some point. Dram was still thinking about his father in prison and his brother who was lost. Brother Ben was worried about the bandits attacking others on the roads around the keep. Dalin wanted to find the widow of a man named Ronaldo in some far off town. Only Mirel kept quiet about her desires.

Everyone wanted to continue fighting at the caves, of course. But defeating all of the forces living there would be a long and arduous battle. A long-term strategy was needed on how to best overcome the forces within. Then the members, minus Kayla and Igor who had left, took a series of votes attempting to determine what should be done first. Each gave a short list of priorities they felt needed to be addressed. Talk continued about the possibility of temporarily splitting up as some goals might best be accomplished either alone or in smaller groups. The MidSummer’s Feast and Tournament were in two days time as well and everyone wanted take part. Downing another swig of ale Dalin expressed with heartfelt sincerity “We need to have some fun! I sat in the rain so long I don’t think I’ll ever be dry again.” Everyone laughed and agreed that time off from both training and adventuring was sorely needed. Still suffering from head pain, Brother Ben excused himself to return to the temple for sleep.

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Ben’s bed was soft and welcoming at the temple. Fasting and praying the previous two weeks had really taken a toll on his body and he relished the chance to sleep in the next day before the ordination. Unfortunately, he slept for less than half an hour before he was shook awake. Surrounded by total darkness, fear welled up in his gut. Darius’s voice spoke. He was collecting the party again for an urgent meeting. Exasperated, Ben dressed and followed the dwarf to the barracks of the keep. The group had been given a room of bunks for their own use within. Everyone inside looked very tired. Then Ben noticed one new person, a rather strange woman who was dressed in animal skins and what looked like tree limbs.

“This is Holly Greenwillow”, Darius said. “She has heard rumors of us from, uh… different sources. She sought us out to join in our fight. She wants to help us defeat the Giant and those at the caves.” Ben looked at Darius. “This is why you woke me up?” Darius grimaced. “No. Igor has learned something very important. We were waiting for you to arrive before beginning.” Ben sat down grumpily next to the others. Darius began telling the story of how the team had met and their adventures at Outpost Xavier. As Holly listened intently, Dram, Dalin, Mirel, and even Brother Ben took a part in explaining all of the details. Ben felt a little in awe of everything that had happened now the whole story was voiced at once. Afterwards, Holly related how she had learned of the party’s deeds and explained further about the carnage the Giant’s forces were inflicting on the surrounding wilderness. Listening to her Ben felt tired, but he could understand why the others had trusted her intentions.

Pointing to the barrack’s walls, Darius revealed how they were now paying for the privilege of staying within. He had found out earlier in the week from one of the sergeants that militia soldiers were to serve for only one month. Then they were free to return to their families and homes. Several groans were heard around the room. Ben rolled his eyes and Igor’s left eye began rolling in a completely different direction than his right. Darius went on about how essentially they were operating on their own. “We no longer hold any rank within the military of Margrave County. You will need to remember this when dealing with the soldiers here and if or when we appeal for aid with the Chaos Caves.”

Darius nodded to Igor and the chef stood up. Holly was escorted out of the building for the time being as they felt she was still too unknown to them for what would be said. Igor began by telling them in his raspy, whispery voice that the message had to remain secret at all costs. “We ‘re bein’ ‘unted. And the Good Man Barth ‘s one o’ those ‘unting us.” He would not explain how he knew they were being hunted, but Kayla backed Igor’s assertion completely. A number of people were looking for the team. These hunters had two motives in mind. One was to find out what information the party knew. The other was to stop them from giving that information to anyone else. Kayla said if one of them were caught, he or she would be tortured and killed. Dram spoke up anger. “And we sat and discussed our own plans right in front of them!”

Igor continued with another piece of news he believed was related. He had visited Mouse’s shop before calling the meeting. Only Mouse had not been there. In fact, Mouse had packed up and left the keep. “Only none o’ the watchguard saw ‘im leave”. His shop was locked and his supplies stored away. Igor explained how earlier in the morning he had learned some of the books from Quesquaton had been traced back to Mouse’s trading post. When Igor informed Mouse of the news, he acted strangely and kicked Igor out of the shop for the rest of the day. “I was tryin’ to get ‘em books back,” but Mouse must have started packing directly afterwards. “Well, what happened to the books then?” asked Brother Ben. “And how did he get them in the first place?” Igor would only say Mouse had sold them several weeks ago and the books were no longer in the Keep.

It was a lot of information to digest. It was agreed it would be better to discuss what they needed to do in the morning when everyone was more coherent. As they were finishing talking, Mirel hurried to her family’s house. Holly was brought back inside told to find a bed near the others. She explained she preferred the outdoors and would rest on the floor if necessary. Darius and Kayla kept watch and talked in hushed tones in the corner. It was only then Darius really hit on the reality of their situation. A much tighter security needed to be kept and it had to start immediately. Igor volunteered to keep watch and to fetch Mirel back to the barracks for safety. He pulled out a potion he had purchased from the alchemist shop. “NO SLEEP” Ben read on its label. Downing the mixture, Igor’s body tensed and his eyes began to water and spin like never before. Brother Ben wondered just what ingredients were in the elixir. Igor bounced up and ran out the door and into the street. For all the world, he looked like a madman on the loose.