karianna
First Post
Hi all,
I've just started a campaign and so I thought I'd post up the part 1 of the 1st sessions notes. The notes to begin with are filling in a bit of background etc, but the action will not be far away!
In the world of Athatar the mercenary company 'The Diplomats' is one of the many outfits that are paid to keep the borders of the Railon Empire safe. At present a small group of that company is stationed outside the hamlet of Perma in the far eastern provinces of the empire. This particular group contains the usual group mix of soldiers and a small unit of four scouts who are often given the thankless task of 'going to go check that situation out'.
The Scouting unit consists of:
Soloman - A Human Warmage from the Empire
Gwaeryn Silverstorm - A 1/2 Elven Scout, a Skirmishing veteran
Thoven Gellantara - A 1/2 Elven Fighter, recently added to the unit to add some muscle
Maximillan - A Human Druid with his companion Klaxo, a Badger.
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Day 1 - End of Spring - Year 565 ER (Empire Reckoning)
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Yawning, Solomon crawled out of his tent and nodded to his fellow scouts gathered around the morning campfire. Thoven, the tall brawny soldier who had joined the scouting unit some six months ago grinned silently at him and pointed to the iron pot that usually held the morning’s coffee, Sol noted that it was depressingly empty. Next to Thoven leaning up against some barrels stood the languid figure of Gwaeryn, he waved silently back at Sol but continued to stare out into the distance.
“Where’s Max?” Sol growled
A few seconds later a familiar Badger was snuffling at Sol’s feet, firm evidence that the Druid wasn’t far away.
Sol eyed Klaxo suspiciously “Where is he Klax?”
The Badger’s beady eyes looked up at him briefly and then turned at the arrival of the Druid. Maximillian (aka Max) was a wandering nature priest who had attached himself to the unit only a couple of months previously. The rest of the unit still wasn’t too sure about what to make of his pet Badger, but the Druid was extremely capable in the wild.
“Heh, I think Sol was gonna burn the Badger Maxo” Gwaeryn chuckled.
Soloman had something of a reputation for blasting anything that irritated him. It was usually his first and last solution to almost all problems, the militaristic training of a Warmage had left little room for the softer skills in life. Max proceeded to give a sad and reproachful look at Sol.
“Don’t worry Max, we all like the little bastard, just not sure he likes us” Sol stared hard at the Badger.
Max began to speak in response when Gwaeryn quickly held his hand up for silence.
“Rider coming - “Looks like an imperial officer of some sort…” he murmured,
“Oh and here’s the Sarge with the whippersnapper in tow”.
Sergeant O’Grady was a grizzled veteran of ‘The Diplomats’ and was marching towards the entrance of the camp whilst dragging along their latest Lieutenant, a young 4th son of some nobleman back in center of the Empire. Lieutenant Nylar was evidently struggling to put his sword belt on.
“Need some help there Lieutenant?” Sol barked out
"Um quite alright thank you Private" Nylar stuttered back
“GO MAKE ME MY COFFEE PRIVATE” thundered back the Sergeant.
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The rider was met at the edge of the camp by O’Grady and Nylar. The entire camp of soldiers suddenly got a lot quieter and Gwaeryn pricked up his delicate Half-Elven ears in order to try and catch some of the conversation.
Gwaeryn quietly relayed what he could hear to the others:
“Village….. found something after storms…. check it out … things moving in the dark... ”
The rider immediately spun and took off back down the trail and the camp resumed its normal activity as the Sergeant strode meaningfully towards the four scouts.
“MORNING CUPCAKES” The booming voice of the Sarge washed over the group, he marched into their area and wordlessly accepted a pewter mug of coffee from Sol.
“You lucky lads have won yourselves some free R&R!" he beamed
Receiving not a single smile in return he continued "Apparently that big storm a few days back seems to have rattled up something over in Perma, go see what they’re moaning about and get back here ASAP. Do not spend anytime drinking in their tavern, flirting with their daughters or anything else stupid, you got me?”
A chorus of “Yes Sirs” rang out from the group
The Sarge nodded “Right, get it done"
"Oh and kiddies they don't send an imperial messenger for this sort of job, something's up, make sure you get back alive to report to me what that is.” and with that parting shot the Sarge headed back across the camp.
"F%$k^n great" Sol spat out "here we go again".
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Comments, Criticism etc more than welcome!
I've just started a campaign and so I thought I'd post up the part 1 of the 1st sessions notes. The notes to begin with are filling in a bit of background etc, but the action will not be far away!
In the world of Athatar the mercenary company 'The Diplomats' is one of the many outfits that are paid to keep the borders of the Railon Empire safe. At present a small group of that company is stationed outside the hamlet of Perma in the far eastern provinces of the empire. This particular group contains the usual group mix of soldiers and a small unit of four scouts who are often given the thankless task of 'going to go check that situation out'.
The Scouting unit consists of:
Soloman - A Human Warmage from the Empire
Gwaeryn Silverstorm - A 1/2 Elven Scout, a Skirmishing veteran
Thoven Gellantara - A 1/2 Elven Fighter, recently added to the unit to add some muscle
Maximillan - A Human Druid with his companion Klaxo, a Badger.
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Day 1 - End of Spring - Year 565 ER (Empire Reckoning)
-----------------------------------------------------
Yawning, Solomon crawled out of his tent and nodded to his fellow scouts gathered around the morning campfire. Thoven, the tall brawny soldier who had joined the scouting unit some six months ago grinned silently at him and pointed to the iron pot that usually held the morning’s coffee, Sol noted that it was depressingly empty. Next to Thoven leaning up against some barrels stood the languid figure of Gwaeryn, he waved silently back at Sol but continued to stare out into the distance.
“Where’s Max?” Sol growled
A few seconds later a familiar Badger was snuffling at Sol’s feet, firm evidence that the Druid wasn’t far away.
Sol eyed Klaxo suspiciously “Where is he Klax?”
The Badger’s beady eyes looked up at him briefly and then turned at the arrival of the Druid. Maximillian (aka Max) was a wandering nature priest who had attached himself to the unit only a couple of months previously. The rest of the unit still wasn’t too sure about what to make of his pet Badger, but the Druid was extremely capable in the wild.
“Heh, I think Sol was gonna burn the Badger Maxo” Gwaeryn chuckled.
Soloman had something of a reputation for blasting anything that irritated him. It was usually his first and last solution to almost all problems, the militaristic training of a Warmage had left little room for the softer skills in life. Max proceeded to give a sad and reproachful look at Sol.
“Don’t worry Max, we all like the little bastard, just not sure he likes us” Sol stared hard at the Badger.
Max began to speak in response when Gwaeryn quickly held his hand up for silence.
“Rider coming - “Looks like an imperial officer of some sort…” he murmured,
“Oh and here’s the Sarge with the whippersnapper in tow”.
Sergeant O’Grady was a grizzled veteran of ‘The Diplomats’ and was marching towards the entrance of the camp whilst dragging along their latest Lieutenant, a young 4th son of some nobleman back in center of the Empire. Lieutenant Nylar was evidently struggling to put his sword belt on.
“Need some help there Lieutenant?” Sol barked out
"Um quite alright thank you Private" Nylar stuttered back
“GO MAKE ME MY COFFEE PRIVATE” thundered back the Sergeant.
----------------------------
The rider was met at the edge of the camp by O’Grady and Nylar. The entire camp of soldiers suddenly got a lot quieter and Gwaeryn pricked up his delicate Half-Elven ears in order to try and catch some of the conversation.
Gwaeryn quietly relayed what he could hear to the others:
“Village….. found something after storms…. check it out … things moving in the dark... ”
The rider immediately spun and took off back down the trail and the camp resumed its normal activity as the Sergeant strode meaningfully towards the four scouts.
“MORNING CUPCAKES” The booming voice of the Sarge washed over the group, he marched into their area and wordlessly accepted a pewter mug of coffee from Sol.
“You lucky lads have won yourselves some free R&R!" he beamed
Receiving not a single smile in return he continued "Apparently that big storm a few days back seems to have rattled up something over in Perma, go see what they’re moaning about and get back here ASAP. Do not spend anytime drinking in their tavern, flirting with their daughters or anything else stupid, you got me?”
A chorus of “Yes Sirs” rang out from the group
The Sarge nodded “Right, get it done"
"Oh and kiddies they don't send an imperial messenger for this sort of job, something's up, make sure you get back alive to report to me what that is.” and with that parting shot the Sarge headed back across the camp.
"F%$k^n great" Sol spat out "here we go again".
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Comments, Criticism etc more than welcome!
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