Interlude - Quintus' Journal
Quintus' Journal
Heading south to Oar, I felt an odd sense of relief. For a short period at least, our most serious troubles would be behind us.
Over our campfire, we discussed the potential of a getting one of the halfling trading companies, probably House Bramthin since it is known for dealing in ore, to work with us on surveying the abandoned mines. What I saw inside the mine led me to believe they may still have some valuable ore deposits. I figure House Bramthin will have some representatives in the caravan we hope to meet on the road. One of those representatives might be amenable to a little side job with us. I told Sextus to work on his songs of our adventures. His ability to entertain weary travelers with tales of our accomplishments will come in very handy on this trip.
We also discussed turning the ruined structure we jokingly call Fortress Scipio into a trading post for the barbarian tribes. Its location appears to be excellent for that undertaking.
After hearing my ideas Sextus remarked, "My brother always did have the mind of a merchant and the ambition of an emperor."
I'm glad that I did not mention my ultimate goal- a seat on Glynden's ruling council. Such a role requires the sort of wealth these ideas might generate. I do not desire the position for ambition's sake though. My reason is far simpler than that. Frankly, the position will make it more difficult for the Gallways and Orsens of the world to take advantage of me and mine. I grow weary of unscrupulous people like them tarnishing the
memory of Emorian rule over Glyndyn. May Emor arise from her fading glory.
Our pleasant journey, and my fantasies of actually having some influence over my life, ended when Sextus and Rose spotted a scrap of blue cloth fluttering in the woods.
Sextus pointed it out to me. "Send Rose..." I started.
My brother shot me a withering look. It seems that, like Sebrina, he wearies of my protective nature.
"...unless you want to check it out."
He flashed me one of his cocky grins and headed for the tattered fabric.
A short while later, I found myself looking at the remains of Ittis, a Cassivius family house steward. He was not long dead. I recognized the man from visits to the Cassivius compound with my mother. She hails from there and still has friends within its walls.
We took his blue cloak, the source of the scrap Sextus had originally spotted, to send to the Cassivius compound. Lew dealt with the remains. In the meantime, Rowan took a cautious look deeper into the woods.
The Ranger returned all too soon, reporting more bodies in a nearby glade.
Once there, details were added to the story of Ittis' demise. An outing, perhaps a picnic, interrupted by beastly gnolls. Two more Cassivius servants, Ronus and Archerus, left slain. Judging by tracks leaving the glade, Rowan estimated that the gnolls had at least one hostage.
We debated a course of action. I argued that the threat to the caravan, whose demise would threaten Glyndyn's viability, was a greater concern than a single hostage. My reasoning seemed strong. However, it sounded callous even to me. Sextus, really finding new confidence since his recent training with Kyndalyn, countered that the Swords were already headed south, and no one else would be around to help this poor wretch. His logic, and more chivalrous attitude, won nods of agreement from the others.
Tying our mule Pratto, more commonly referred to as Josephus, in the glade we moved out with hopes of rescuing the hostage.
Rowan soon located a crumbling compound the gnolls were using as a headquarters. While the rest of us hid, he observed the place for a few hours.
After returning, he sketched the compound in the dirt. Closest to us was a small hut, where the gnolls seemed to be living. A small pool of water stood next to the hut. At the far side of the compound, in a straight line from the hut, was a crumblingblack barn. Next to the barn was a stack of crates, and at right angles to that was an unruly hedgerow. If the hut and barn formed two corners of a square, the opposite corners were crumbling ruins. The gnolls seemed to use these as a latrine. In the center of these ruins were the foundations of a building. From here, Rowan surmised, we could cover the openings of both the barn and the hut with our ranged weapons.
Rowan also reported a man who seemed to be issuing orders to the gnolls. All of them wore black and red, colors we know to be associated with the Cult of Ashai. Rowan did not locate the hostage.
A simple plan was formed. We would move into the ruined building and use a combination of sleep spells, arrows, and bolts to eliminate the gnolls piecemeal. We assumed the man to be a spell caster so we assigned Rose the primary task of killing him. Lew, with the ability to create an area of silence that would thwart any casting, would support Rose. Rowan's primary job was to kill a rather large gnoll we figured to be the leader.
As we approached the crumbling building from where we planned to launch our assault, I spotted a crudely constructed wall. It formed an enclosure between the hut and barn. Try as I might, I could not remember Rowan mentioning this. It would provide excellent cover for our adversaries. Part of me wanted to retreat and flesh out our plan, but daylight was fading and Rowan had warned us that the gnolls had excellent night vision.
Inside the enclosure, I spotted the both the man and gnoll we had decided were our main concerns. They were walking together toward the hut. Inwardly, I smiled. This would be easy.
I cast.
They both kept walking. The gnoll shook his head slightly. They exchanged puzzled looks.
I cast again.
Doubt fled from them, weapons came out. The man's mouth opened, but nothing came forth. Lew's Silence spell at work. The man ran, and as he passed from the area of Lew's magic the words "...under attack" obliterated the forest calm.
I dropped another Sleep spell into the hut's dim interior. Rose ran toward the hut as Lew called Osirian's blessing upon us. Sextus began to sing a warlike song that filled me with courage.
Two identical men, along with some gnolls, ran from the hut. I dropped another Sleep spell. Again, its effect was minimal.
After initially running past his position, the men spotted Rose and moved to engage him. The barbarian's face went bright red and twisted with a murderous rage. He began to rain brutal axe strokes on one the men. My stomach tightened as I noticed the man seemed to easily fend off the blows.
Emerging from the barn, two more gnolls turned and disappeared from sight, probably running to circle behind us. Rowan agreed with my assessment and ran to deal with them. Then I watched as Sextus went over our protective wall and ran toward the crates that were stacked next to the barn. I fretted for him since I knew two more gnolls had taken up a position behind the crates. I dropped another sleep spell in their direction.
Lew chanted and a large dog, surrounded by Osirian's blue aura, appeared. The cleric commanded it to attack the men who were rapidly overpowering Rose.
I wanted to follow Sextus. But I was torn between his safety and Rose's. Our initial plan was already cast to the wind, but now our teamwork was eroding as well. My gut grew tighter.
Before I could pursue my brother, a gnoll rushed toward the crumbling building. Only Lew and I remained in the redoubt. I pegged a bolt into the beast's scruffy hide, but it kept coming. Leaping up on the wall before Lew and I, it issued a challenge. Stepping back, I dropped my crossbow and for the first time in my life I prepared to use my spear in hand-to-hand combat. Kyndalyn's advice that I stick to ranged weapons flashed through my head as I erected a magical shield in front of myself.
A bolt from Lew's crossbow flashed past the beast as it leapt down into our protective enclosure. It swung a malformed weapon my way and my efforts at erecting the shield were rewarded as the blow bounced off the solidified air. I threatened the creature with my spear and it hesitated long enough for Lew to fire again. Again, the bolt sailed past its target. However, I used the gnoll's momentary distraction to drive my spear into its leg. It collapsed in a heap.
Quickly, I tried to assess the scene. Rose lay crumpled on the ground. His former assailants, as least two men and a gnoll, were charging our position. I could not see Sextus or Rowan.
From behind the crates a voice yelled, 'You stop. You stop now or I kill girls. I warn you."
Girls. More than one hostage. Things were now very out of control.
"Do that and you will die when the rest of the Cassivius troops arrive," I yelled back. This was a pitiful ploy, serving only to reveal my desperation.
Another gnoll cleared the wall in front of Lew and I.
"Run," I yelled. I leapt forward thrusting my spear. The beast joined its brother on the ground, impaled by my weapon.
Loyal man that he is, Lew remained beside me. I needed him to leave so I could find Sextus. I could not see him and his singing had ceased.
"Run!" I urged him. This time Lew listened. He sprinted through the aperture that had once been the building's door. I turned to follow just as another gnoll moved to block this single exit. A quick pass of my hands flashed a light in its face that dazed it for the moment I needed to run past.
A feminine scream, laden with hopelessness, chilled my spine. Our clumsy assault was now the cause of some innocent's death.
Still seeking my brother, I leapt upon a crumbling wall to better view the area. With this height advantage, I spotted him atop the crates, bloody and fixing a bolt into his crossbow.
"Sextus, run. The others are gone," I yelled.
He fired at something behind the crates. Then amazed me as he stood his ground and started to reload. All I wanted to do was run from this place. However, my brother, filled with heroic tales and ideals more noble than mine, elected to continue the fight. I was forced to remain. He is family.
I now found myself engaged by the men who had killed Rose. One nimbly leapt up on the wall next to me. The other engaged me from the ground. They worked in unison, trying to flank me. I spun the magical shield I had erected to face one and prodded at the other with my bloody spear-tip. I only needed a moment to become certain that they were going to best me with ease.
I continued my tirade at Sextus as a sword slashed down my front, ripping open my tunic and spilling my blood. The pain was incredible.
Pale and bloody, Rowan burst from the forest. Lew accompanied him. Rowan engaged the man on the ground just as a gnoll joined their assault against me. His face set with purpose, Lew sprinted past us all.
Another female scream sounded.
In my need to assure myself of my brother's safety, I spared a glance in his direction. The distraction was enough for my enemy. Intense pain shot through me as I felt something plunge into my body. As the steel lanced out my back, it took my hope and dreams with it. Toppling from the wall, consciousness left me.
(Corey's note: I should point out that Quintus has no idea of Rose's actual condition. I only wrote what the character saw. As for Quintus, it's up to Old One to tell the rest of the tale. All I can say is I may be playing "Manx the Misunderstood", much maligned, mislead, and mange-covered, Saar thief/sorcerer as early as next session. Hopefully, we will hold off the neccessity of seeing "Manx the Misunderstood", but we shall see... !)
~ Quintus Scipio
Quintus' Journal
Heading south to Oar, I felt an odd sense of relief. For a short period at least, our most serious troubles would be behind us.
Over our campfire, we discussed the potential of a getting one of the halfling trading companies, probably House Bramthin since it is known for dealing in ore, to work with us on surveying the abandoned mines. What I saw inside the mine led me to believe they may still have some valuable ore deposits. I figure House Bramthin will have some representatives in the caravan we hope to meet on the road. One of those representatives might be amenable to a little side job with us. I told Sextus to work on his songs of our adventures. His ability to entertain weary travelers with tales of our accomplishments will come in very handy on this trip.
We also discussed turning the ruined structure we jokingly call Fortress Scipio into a trading post for the barbarian tribes. Its location appears to be excellent for that undertaking.
After hearing my ideas Sextus remarked, "My brother always did have the mind of a merchant and the ambition of an emperor."
I'm glad that I did not mention my ultimate goal- a seat on Glynden's ruling council. Such a role requires the sort of wealth these ideas might generate. I do not desire the position for ambition's sake though. My reason is far simpler than that. Frankly, the position will make it more difficult for the Gallways and Orsens of the world to take advantage of me and mine. I grow weary of unscrupulous people like them tarnishing the
memory of Emorian rule over Glyndyn. May Emor arise from her fading glory.
Our pleasant journey, and my fantasies of actually having some influence over my life, ended when Sextus and Rose spotted a scrap of blue cloth fluttering in the woods.
Sextus pointed it out to me. "Send Rose..." I started.
My brother shot me a withering look. It seems that, like Sebrina, he wearies of my protective nature.
"...unless you want to check it out."
He flashed me one of his cocky grins and headed for the tattered fabric.
A short while later, I found myself looking at the remains of Ittis, a Cassivius family house steward. He was not long dead. I recognized the man from visits to the Cassivius compound with my mother. She hails from there and still has friends within its walls.
We took his blue cloak, the source of the scrap Sextus had originally spotted, to send to the Cassivius compound. Lew dealt with the remains. In the meantime, Rowan took a cautious look deeper into the woods.
The Ranger returned all too soon, reporting more bodies in a nearby glade.
Once there, details were added to the story of Ittis' demise. An outing, perhaps a picnic, interrupted by beastly gnolls. Two more Cassivius servants, Ronus and Archerus, left slain. Judging by tracks leaving the glade, Rowan estimated that the gnolls had at least one hostage.
We debated a course of action. I argued that the threat to the caravan, whose demise would threaten Glyndyn's viability, was a greater concern than a single hostage. My reasoning seemed strong. However, it sounded callous even to me. Sextus, really finding new confidence since his recent training with Kyndalyn, countered that the Swords were already headed south, and no one else would be around to help this poor wretch. His logic, and more chivalrous attitude, won nods of agreement from the others.
Tying our mule Pratto, more commonly referred to as Josephus, in the glade we moved out with hopes of rescuing the hostage.
Rowan soon located a crumbling compound the gnolls were using as a headquarters. While the rest of us hid, he observed the place for a few hours.
After returning, he sketched the compound in the dirt. Closest to us was a small hut, where the gnolls seemed to be living. A small pool of water stood next to the hut. At the far side of the compound, in a straight line from the hut, was a crumblingblack barn. Next to the barn was a stack of crates, and at right angles to that was an unruly hedgerow. If the hut and barn formed two corners of a square, the opposite corners were crumbling ruins. The gnolls seemed to use these as a latrine. In the center of these ruins were the foundations of a building. From here, Rowan surmised, we could cover the openings of both the barn and the hut with our ranged weapons.
Rowan also reported a man who seemed to be issuing orders to the gnolls. All of them wore black and red, colors we know to be associated with the Cult of Ashai. Rowan did not locate the hostage.
A simple plan was formed. We would move into the ruined building and use a combination of sleep spells, arrows, and bolts to eliminate the gnolls piecemeal. We assumed the man to be a spell caster so we assigned Rose the primary task of killing him. Lew, with the ability to create an area of silence that would thwart any casting, would support Rose. Rowan's primary job was to kill a rather large gnoll we figured to be the leader.
As we approached the crumbling building from where we planned to launch our assault, I spotted a crudely constructed wall. It formed an enclosure between the hut and barn. Try as I might, I could not remember Rowan mentioning this. It would provide excellent cover for our adversaries. Part of me wanted to retreat and flesh out our plan, but daylight was fading and Rowan had warned us that the gnolls had excellent night vision.
Inside the enclosure, I spotted the both the man and gnoll we had decided were our main concerns. They were walking together toward the hut. Inwardly, I smiled. This would be easy.
I cast.
They both kept walking. The gnoll shook his head slightly. They exchanged puzzled looks.
I cast again.
Doubt fled from them, weapons came out. The man's mouth opened, but nothing came forth. Lew's Silence spell at work. The man ran, and as he passed from the area of Lew's magic the words "...under attack" obliterated the forest calm.
I dropped another Sleep spell into the hut's dim interior. Rose ran toward the hut as Lew called Osirian's blessing upon us. Sextus began to sing a warlike song that filled me with courage.
Two identical men, along with some gnolls, ran from the hut. I dropped another Sleep spell. Again, its effect was minimal.
After initially running past his position, the men spotted Rose and moved to engage him. The barbarian's face went bright red and twisted with a murderous rage. He began to rain brutal axe strokes on one the men. My stomach tightened as I noticed the man seemed to easily fend off the blows.
Emerging from the barn, two more gnolls turned and disappeared from sight, probably running to circle behind us. Rowan agreed with my assessment and ran to deal with them. Then I watched as Sextus went over our protective wall and ran toward the crates that were stacked next to the barn. I fretted for him since I knew two more gnolls had taken up a position behind the crates. I dropped another sleep spell in their direction.
Lew chanted and a large dog, surrounded by Osirian's blue aura, appeared. The cleric commanded it to attack the men who were rapidly overpowering Rose.
I wanted to follow Sextus. But I was torn between his safety and Rose's. Our initial plan was already cast to the wind, but now our teamwork was eroding as well. My gut grew tighter.
Before I could pursue my brother, a gnoll rushed toward the crumbling building. Only Lew and I remained in the redoubt. I pegged a bolt into the beast's scruffy hide, but it kept coming. Leaping up on the wall before Lew and I, it issued a challenge. Stepping back, I dropped my crossbow and for the first time in my life I prepared to use my spear in hand-to-hand combat. Kyndalyn's advice that I stick to ranged weapons flashed through my head as I erected a magical shield in front of myself.
A bolt from Lew's crossbow flashed past the beast as it leapt down into our protective enclosure. It swung a malformed weapon my way and my efforts at erecting the shield were rewarded as the blow bounced off the solidified air. I threatened the creature with my spear and it hesitated long enough for Lew to fire again. Again, the bolt sailed past its target. However, I used the gnoll's momentary distraction to drive my spear into its leg. It collapsed in a heap.
Quickly, I tried to assess the scene. Rose lay crumpled on the ground. His former assailants, as least two men and a gnoll, were charging our position. I could not see Sextus or Rowan.
From behind the crates a voice yelled, 'You stop. You stop now or I kill girls. I warn you."
Girls. More than one hostage. Things were now very out of control.
"Do that and you will die when the rest of the Cassivius troops arrive," I yelled back. This was a pitiful ploy, serving only to reveal my desperation.
Another gnoll cleared the wall in front of Lew and I.
"Run," I yelled. I leapt forward thrusting my spear. The beast joined its brother on the ground, impaled by my weapon.
Loyal man that he is, Lew remained beside me. I needed him to leave so I could find Sextus. I could not see him and his singing had ceased.
"Run!" I urged him. This time Lew listened. He sprinted through the aperture that had once been the building's door. I turned to follow just as another gnoll moved to block this single exit. A quick pass of my hands flashed a light in its face that dazed it for the moment I needed to run past.
A feminine scream, laden with hopelessness, chilled my spine. Our clumsy assault was now the cause of some innocent's death.
Still seeking my brother, I leapt upon a crumbling wall to better view the area. With this height advantage, I spotted him atop the crates, bloody and fixing a bolt into his crossbow.
"Sextus, run. The others are gone," I yelled.
He fired at something behind the crates. Then amazed me as he stood his ground and started to reload. All I wanted to do was run from this place. However, my brother, filled with heroic tales and ideals more noble than mine, elected to continue the fight. I was forced to remain. He is family.
I now found myself engaged by the men who had killed Rose. One nimbly leapt up on the wall next to me. The other engaged me from the ground. They worked in unison, trying to flank me. I spun the magical shield I had erected to face one and prodded at the other with my bloody spear-tip. I only needed a moment to become certain that they were going to best me with ease.
I continued my tirade at Sextus as a sword slashed down my front, ripping open my tunic and spilling my blood. The pain was incredible.
Pale and bloody, Rowan burst from the forest. Lew accompanied him. Rowan engaged the man on the ground just as a gnoll joined their assault against me. His face set with purpose, Lew sprinted past us all.
Another female scream sounded.
In my need to assure myself of my brother's safety, I spared a glance in his direction. The distraction was enough for my enemy. Intense pain shot through me as I felt something plunge into my body. As the steel lanced out my back, it took my hope and dreams with it. Toppling from the wall, consciousness left me.
(Corey's note: I should point out that Quintus has no idea of Rose's actual condition. I only wrote what the character saw. As for Quintus, it's up to Old One to tell the rest of the tale. All I can say is I may be playing "Manx the Misunderstood", much maligned, mislead, and mange-covered, Saar thief/sorcerer as early as next session. Hopefully, we will hold off the neccessity of seeing "Manx the Misunderstood", but we shall see... !)
~ Quintus Scipio
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