Legend of the Monkey Mage - The End (Final Update, 26 Jun 06)

[PieAndDragon]

As written by Shegall Harrowborn, human NPC with the party.

Earthday, 8th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

We are preparing to leave on our first journey together. Aquotl has business in the village of Queensmeet, by the River Harrow, something to do with his heritage. The Company of the Valiant Blade is currently without an employer, so the others seemed happy to escort him there. The only other work they have been offered came from Kwaku, who offered them five hundred gold pieces to capture a crocodile said to have made its home near Krensharswell, in the Marsh of the Green King. A bizarre request to say the least, but he seems intent on creating some sort of council of animals dedicated to the Pack.

This group looks to move quickly, and were unhappy with Sakorat when he decided to bring along Alvin, Simeon and Theodor, his three musicians. They have no horses and cannot move as quickly on foot as Deng and Irenke. The situation was resolved by Aquotl who summoned a horse for each of them to ride. For myself, I would prefer to leave them and their music in the River Harrow, as I take little joy in the songs and music of others.

Evening

The Day has gone peacefully, and I spent most of it talking to Deng, Sakorat and Irenke. In addition to the horses for the musicians, myself, Borsca, Aquotl and Sakorat, the group travels with two dogs for the goblins, Irenke's wolf and Aquotl's falcon. I would be suprised if any bandits or marauding creatures could miss our merry band.

We have avoided the roads, taking the quicker but more dangerous route by the River Whistle. It is good to be in the wilds again, surrounded by the Green.

Waterday, 9th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Our second day of travel was also uneventful. We passed north of the Harrowmoor, where Deng claims they had dealings with a troll of the night fey in an old mine. Early tomorrow should see us in Queensmeet. The musicians are playing again this evening, with Deng performing a salamander dance for us. Sometimes I miss the peace of travelling alone.

Borsca appears to be more comfortable with our new companions, watching and learning what she can from this diverse gathering.

Otherday, 10th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

We reached Queensmeet early this morning and Aquotl has travelled off to speak with his contacts. From his comments I suspect they are not mortal, but his business is none of mine.

Little has changed in this small community since I was here last for the Festival of Three Queens. Deng knows a smith here and is helping him for the day. Sakorat and his musicians have taken over the Three Queens Inn, providing entertainment for the locals. I left Andruga, Irenke, Borsca and Lukkar with them while I retired to my room.

Afternoon

Aquotl returned to us and talked to the rest of the group. He wishes to travel to a grove west of Greenbarrows to fulfil a part of his heritage. It had something to do with the forest fey, but I know of no important fey sites in that area. The others had no objections and so we escort him once again.

Airday, 11th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Today I learnt more of Aquotl's plans. It turns out that he intends to slay several satyrs and a dryad at this grove. He has been told there is much treasure at the grove at well. What they intend goes against what I hold dear, so I did not mention that the forest fey rarely hoard treasure, and that such a grove would normally have some sort of guardian.

I must think on what path lies ahead for me, but for now I have sworn to serve Sakorat and that remains my priority.

Simeon, one of the musicians, called me a ""tedious and dull bore" on our journey today. I offered to introduce his behind to four foot of salamander steel, but he declined the offer and has left me alone since. For now Borsca is avoiding the wandering gazes of all three muscians, as they have been growing overly friendly with her and she senses my dislike of them.

Evening

We reached Whistlebridge at the end of our day's travel, but elected to camp outside, as there are few places which can cater to one of Irenke's size, and all seem content in the outdoors. The exception is the three musicians, but I can live with their discomfort.

Fireday, 12th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

The Green has been listening to my thoughts! Sakorat has decided to leave his trio of musicians at Southwatch, to spread word of his deeds and those of the Company of the Valiant Blade. Which means that tonight we camp a short way north of the city, in relative peace.

There was news of the war to the north. The Tyrant of Eastcastle has won several victories over the WhiteBlade family and their allies. Rumour has it that Lord HighKeep is dead and his son held captive by the Eastcastle forces. Whitehold has fallen and there is much fighting around Reachingcross. The others appear to have little interest in fighting in the war, being content to stay out of the armed conflicts of others.

Earthday, 13th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Borsca seemed happier today, and seems interested in the fighting styles of Deng, Lukkar and Andruga. I have yet to see them in battle, so cannot judge whether this is a good thing.

We passed through Shieldhold and should reach Greenbarrows late tomorrow.

Waterday, 14th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Another uneventful day's travel. We reached Greenbarrows and camped just outside. I have decided to stay out of the events tomorrow. It is the only way I can fulfil my duties to both Sakorat and the Green.

Otherday, 15th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Without the foresight to hire a guide at Greenbarrows, we spent a couple of hours wandering around to the west of the town, lead by Lukkar and Irenke, searching between there and the Southreach Hills for this grove. It is clearly a grove of the forest fey, with eight towering oak trees surrounded by rich gardens.

Sakorat took it fairly well when I told him that I would not be a party to the slaughter of innocent fey. It may be that todays events cause me to reconsider my service with him. Myself and Borsca are taking care of the horses while they go about their bloody business. I am not sure what heritage Aquotl has that he would need to slay the forest fey for it, but I find it disturbing.

Morning

The Green has taken it's vengeance today! The grove was defended by more than just satyrs, and a balance struck.

Borsca and I watched from a good vantage point. Sakorat used his magic to bolster the others, and they ran in eager for the kill. A satyr tried to reason with them, but was shot down by thier arrows. It was as Deng reached the grove that three trees animated and the guardians defended their grove. Someone, I assume the nymph called lightning down upon the salamander, and other satyrs leapt from the Realm of Dreams to defend their holy place.

Deng cut down two of them as Lukkar shot down the other. Irenke, wearing full plate which she did not have as we traveled, aided Deng against the trees while Andruga harried from the flanks. Sakorat kept well out of danger, using his the magic of the Immortals from afar. But it was Aquotl who took too many risks, moving up to the grove and spewing some sort of blizzard from his mouth. The Green, recognising the perpetrator of the attacks, gave strength to one of the guardians and it tore the naiad apart, leaving his body turning to water as happens with the elemental fey.

After that the guardians appeared to lose much of their fight, subdued rapidly by Deng and Irenke. They paused briefly to say goodbye to their fallen companion, but seemed to have little to say about the matter. The nymph escaped and they set about searching the grove for the promised treasures. They found a pile of gold and a few trinkets where one of the trees had uprooted itself, and decided to leave without further desecrating the place of nature. Clearly only Aquotl wanted to come here and they did not want to risk the wrath of the forest fey.

I have taken the death of the naiad as a sign, deciding to stay in the service of Sakorat, and guide these warriors into the service of the Green.

Deng also received a magical communication from Kwaku. Apparently there is a group of indentured criminals at their mansion, who are supplying their strength to members of this Company through magical tattoos. Two of them were linked to Aquotl and tried to escape once he died, but were subdued by the siv's magic. I may need to take a second look around the mansion when we return.

Afternoon

For now the Company of the Valiant Blade has decided not to return straight home. They are searching for a crocodile for Kwaku, a worthy endeavour indeed. The people of Greenbarrows knew nothing of any such animals and so we move on to Hollyhollow.

Evening

Danger stalks us this day! On the second watch the two goblins were attacked by an archer and his giant falcon. Lukkar was specifically targeted and was lucky to survive the number of arrows which struck him. He was knocked down by the archer's falcon but luckily Deng and myself were nearby and it was chased away. Two arrows struck me and I too had to take cover on the ground. Sakorat slept through all of this, in the same way I have seen him sleep through a violent storm and a loud rendition from all three of his musicians at once. I managed to wake him and with his magic and the blessings of the Green, myself and Lukkar were restored.

Irenke and Andruga chased down the archer in the darkness, and this time I heard the clattering of Irenke's armour called to her by magical means. From what I heard and have been told Andruga reached the archer first and it battled him briefly. Then it changed form and started to fly away in the form of a falcon. But it was too slow and Irenke grabbed hold of it with her claws. When Deng arrived, all lit up with the inner light of his race, we saw that the archer had reverted to it's natural form of a goblin and surrendered to Irenke's tender mercies.

Throughout all this, Borsca kept her head. Initially she kept on the ground and then readied
the horses should we need to exit rapidly. She shows far more sense than some other warriors I know of.

Lukkar recognised the goblin from his own tribe, from somewhere far to the north. It sounds as if he is banished from his tribe, having slain another over his father's bow which he carries now. This goblin, Karolik, had been hunting him for the tribe. I have heard of warriors like him, who can take the shape of their totem animals and fight like them. Most are from the far Northlands, but their way of combat is slowly spreading. In fact, I suspect Irenke has taken Wolf for her totem, much as this one took Falcon.

Lukkar administered goblin justice with his sword and the party took his possessions as the spoils of war. As is their right.

Airday, 16th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

The rest of the night was thankfully peaceful, and we set off once more after Sakorat had made his prayers to the Lord of the Green Claw and Tunli. At Hollyhollow we found a fair few people, more than one would expect from a backwater village.

An old temple of Jas in the Marsh of the Greenking has become the Tower of the Guardian Flame, a joint venture by a group of salamanders, the Bringers of Ultimate Peace and the Children of the Light. They are lead by Khun-Sa, a salamander hero released from stasis by the Company of the Valiant Blade. I remember reading of him once, he was known for his battles against the undead in centuries past but was banished from his homeland of Red Mountain.

The Tower of the Guardian Flame is using Hollyhollow as a place to meet those interested in joining or doing other business with it and several of it's warriors were present. They hold my companions in high esteem and offered Deng a place among their ranks. He seemed to be honoured and accepted, receiving a tabard with their emblem but turning down the offer of a shield.

We also managed to make progress with the crocodile. A tracker has seen signs of them to the east of here, nearer to Krensharswell. Sydnius, son of Arthyen is not local to here and seemed more than happy to guide us to the animal we seek. He is of the Horse Beastclan, known for producing skilled riders.

We wasted no time in Hollyhollow, with our guide taking us into the Marsh of the Greenking. Borsca is keeping an eye on our surroundings, being a far better tracker than myself, or any of the others bar our guide. Avoiding the other creatures out here, we have made camp among the marsh, in a dryish area found by Lukkar and Sydius.

Fireday, 17th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Sydnius managed to find us a crocodile, which we quickly subdued and Irenke carries without apparent effort. As we reached the edge of the swamp, a group of krenshar started to trail us. A displacer beast lead them, and demanded tribute from us.

The others responded with violence, slaying half of the krenshar as the battle begun. Unfortunately most of them then fled from the shrieks of the vile things. Deng, Irenke, Lukkar and Borsca all fled. Sakorat managed to bolster Andruga with magic before he lost his nerves and fled once more. Luckily myself, Sydnius and Sakorat were more than a match for the remaining krenshar and their leader. I injured the displacer beast and it fled into the swamp once all of it's followers were no more.

I had not expected a party such as the Company of the Valiant Blade to flee from such wretched creatures. Maybe without Kwaku, his Near-Brother and Aquotl, they have lost some of what they once were.

Evening

We camped on dry ground tonight, taking care to keep the crocodile subdued. Sydnius has asked to continue travelling with us, as he searches for someone among the fey, and my companions are known to have many dealings with them. I hope he wasn't looking for a satyr in a grove to the west of Greenbarrows.

The others have no problem with him continuing his journeys alongside us, welcoming another warrior and having need of a skilled tracker.

Waterday, 19th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

Yesterday we continued our journey and today we returned to Southwatch. We have sold the goblin's equipment and rejoined with the musicians. Sakorat has them spreading the tales of our battles in the swamp, although no mention has been made of the events at the grove outside of Greenbarrows.

We are spending a few more days here as Andruga receives the attention of a tattooist.

Fireday, 22nd of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

I have been doing the rounds in the taverns along with Borsca. We have also been keeping eyes on some of the others. Andruga has been consorting with some people from out of the area, and Sakorat has been dropping the name of the Redroad Trading Coster to help his trading.

It appears that many of the deeds of the Company of the Valiant Blade are now known here, as are those of my employer. Most seem to know of Deng, Lukkar and Kwaku, the veterans of the party. They also recognise Irenke, who, being a cycuri half again the size of a human, is hard to miss. Myself and Sakorat are also now associated with them, thanks to the naiad's trio of bards. Few seem to know of Andruga, a fact which seems to bother the goblin little.

Tonight I meet with an old friend, who may have news of the Harrowwood and some old business there.

Waterday, 24th of Seventhmonth, 1533 ER

We left Southwatch this morning, heading with all speed back to Whistlesprings. The musicians are riding double with some of us so as to not slow us down. So we must all endure. Tonight is Harvest's Thanks, but I celebrated it in solitude among the trees.

Airday, 1st of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

The mansion is our home once more! Andruga has moved into Aquotl's old quarters and the crocodile is now installed in the pond. The indentured thralls linked to the group's tattoos have been blinded by Kwaku's magic and will find it difficult to escape. The siv has also been given a seat on the Whistlesprings Council. I think Sakorat would also have liked a seat, but to my surprise did not manage to trick one out of them.

Fireday, 2nd of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

My life has become far harder. The trio of musicians has become a quartet as Sakorat's fame spreads. A young siv priest has also come to learn from the naiad. This brings the mansion's total servants to two cooks, one manservant, two guards, a gardener, a guard for the thralls, a carpenter and a priest of the Green Claw. Oh what a hard life we lead. I think one of the cooks has her eye on me, but I am keeping my distance for now. I would not wish to share my fate with another so lightly.

Night

We had a distinguished visitor this night. Peregrina, the former owner of the mansion and the bearer of the Amulet of Wethinoc, arrived in a coach pulled by great apes, with a four-armed primate three times as tall as a human guarding from the roof.

She had a gift for them in the form of a pech statue and spoke awhile with the others. Apparently she grows more powerful in the eyes of one known as the Monkey God.
She did not stay long, just checking if the Company of the Valiant Blade was willing to work for her again in the future.

I suspect that one shall be a power in the months to come, as rumours have it she has had dealings with the night fey and the Tower of the Guardian Flame. I know not what she needs this power for.

Earthday, 3rd of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

We heard disturbing news today, of a group of Highkeep guards turned to stone on the road towards Southhunt and Southwatch. I suspect they were trying to enforce the new Monkey Tax of the SouthWatch family and ran afoul of Peregina. Kwaku has paid his tax, but there are said to be quite a few unhappy with this levy.

Earthday, 8th of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

We remain at the mansion, training and passing the time in peace, waiting for the Immortals to play the next part of their game with us.

Fireday, 12th of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

There are rumours of a powerful undead creature in the Blackstone Hills, to the west of Highkeep lands. It glows with many colours and harasses the good people of Pridesprings. No doubt the Tower of the Guardian Flame will soon deal with it. My companions seem to have little desire to bring such a creature to justice. More's the pity.

End of Session Fifteen

 

[PieAndDragon]

Airday, 16th of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

Myself and Borsca finished another patrol today. We visited Whistlesprings and talked to some of the locals. Apparently the Monkey Tax of the HighKeeps is not so popular. These people have long used primates as guards, mounts, beasts of burden and pets. I doubt discontent will ever reach the level that anything comes of it, but it is useful to be informed of such things.

The villagers appear to hold the Company of the Valiant Blade in high regard. They have helped the local economy and slain many dangerous beasts in these parts. Sakorat's musicians also help with their tales of glory and bravery. The facts and the tales probably do not always add up.

Earthday, 18th of Eightmonth, 1533 ER

The gardener came to us today, looking alarmed. His assistant had been caught by a massive mound of vegetation with tentacled vines. The rest of the group had only a vague idea of what it was but I knew straight away. The beast we hunted was a tendriculous, common in the Sohal City-states.

We gathered together and proceeded to hunt the creature down, with the exception of Lukkar who has been suffering from a nasty fever which Kwaku can do nothing for.

It didn't take long to track the beast, Sydnius taking the lead with Irenke's wolf and Andruga's dog helping him. I warned them of the creatures natural healing powers and wide maw. Andruga and Sydnius had a few shots at it before Irenke and Deng closed. I stayed at my post, guarding Sakorat, who has summoned a magical sword to attack it from afar. I informed them that crushing weapons would be needed to finish off such a beast of this, hammers and maces being the only weapons it truly feared.

It was a large specimen, the size of a coach. In short order it swallowed Irenke and Deng, slaying Andruga's dog as an aside. We continued to pepper it with arrows and could see a faint light, most likely the salamander, from inside the beast. In the end It was Sakorat's sword which felled the beast, just as Deng managed to slice his way out with his scimiters. We had to smash it with shields as a last resort, until it stopped moving.

Irenke was lucky, although she had suffered massive burns, it was not beyond Sakorat's healing magic to cure. The gardener's assistant, a young lad from Whistlesprings, had not survived his ordeal, although there was enough of a body for a funeral and ritual burning

We did find one thing of interest, which was a magical griffon statuette.

Afternoon

Kwaku has identified it with the magic of Lord Moon as a figurine which could take the form of a griffon. He has bought it from the Company of the Valiant Blade for a tidy sum to add to his collection of creatures of the Pack. Maybe there is a chance he could gather them after all. To my surprise, the others gave me a half share of the earnings. As long as I prove useful and take a more active role in times of danger, they will reward me. My priority remains the protection of Sakorat, but I am honoured by their trust.

I will also use the money to buy a good longbow, as I am bereft of any ranged weapons at present.

Waterday, 19th of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

We had visitors today. Two members of the Company of Whiteblade Gold came to speak to the veteran members about Lavrin Greymantle. They were Iulian Truehilt, leader of the company and a skilled warrior besides, and Maralah, a reaver sage from one of the eastern reaver nations.

They were asking about Lavrin's activities, habits and allies. Deng and Kwaku remembered her the most, as the former wearer of the Amulet of Wethinoc and an acolyte of the Monkey God. She also slew the Company of Southwatch Silver, making enemies of the Venturers of the Coin and the HighKeep family in the process. Lukkar bears some emnity towards her as well, due to some of his less reputable friends from the criminal underworld. They told us that she was hiding in Highkeep Forest with her pet family of green-backed apes. All very interesting.

Otherday, 20th of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

More visitors. It appears that the fame of the Company of the Valiant Blade spreads.

Mornvar and Elodia Elacono wish to build a temple of the Fellowship of the Golden Lord, dedicated to the Immortal Dainor, on the edge of the mansion's land. Mornvar is a priest of the Golden Lord from Kynahar and his wife is a skilled gemcutter. They hope to capitalise on Peregrina's former clients and make some deals with local merchants.

The others were very interested, as all the couple wanted was some sort of protection. In return they offered a cut in the profits and the possible favour of Dainor, never a thing to be lightly discounted. After a short amount of haggling between Sakorat and Mornvar, a cut of 10% was agreed, to be signed on tomorrow. Both of the couple were richly dressed and used to high society, but did not come across as slimy or arrogant. There seemed very little downside for anyone in the deal.

Airday, 21st of Eighthmonth, 1533 ER

Mornvar and Elodia returned today with the paperwork, which was duly signed to everyone's satisfaction with some of the servants acting as witnesses. Work will begin almost immediately. No doubt I will keep an eye on the construction, to make sure nothing untoward is occurring.

I also checked in Whistlesprings for gossip about the two. They appear to be staying at the Pig and Thistle Inn with several servants. The townsfolk appear to have a favourable opinion of them and hope the temple provides work and brings in wealth.

Otherday, 25th of Eightmonth, 1533 ER

On the last day of the month, another illustrious guest broke up the monotony of training and patrols. Tabor, the leader of the followers of the Monkey God, a cycuri priest of said Power came up the Whistle with two guards, one as large as Irenke.

He reminded the Company of the Valiant Blade of a favour he owed and talked of Peregrina and other followers of the Monkey God. Nothing much he said interested me, but he did confirm Peregrina's rapid rise in power. I suspect he is wary of her. I would be in his position.
Deng told him that they would not call on his favour yet so he departed that afternoon. I suspect he is one who does not like being in the debt of another. Much like me.

Sakorat's quartet were annoying me again. They have taken their playing out into the garden and the coach-house, after I threatened to break all of their hands if they continued to annoy me all day long.

Earthday, 3rd of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

Action at last! And our first proper expedition with the Company of the Valiant Blade. The SouthWatch family are in need and sent a letter to us via a messenger heading to Highkeep for further aid. Shieldhold, a fortress one day's travel north of Southwatch, has fallen by treachery to troops from Blackwatch and their siv allies. Marchelleus SouthWatch, Marshall of the Harrow and the Whistle, has requested our aid.

We are getting ready to travel at this moment, as the party are unanimous in their desire to meet this request. I will lead Borsca at Whistlesprings. She does not need to see the full horrors of war yet. Hopefully she never will. Sakorat has left all of his servants at the mansion, excepting myself of course.

Waterday, 4th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

We made good time yesterday and continued to do so today. Lukkar seems very pale from illness, but has managed to keep up with us so far. We stopped briefly at Southhunt for any news, but Sakorat could find nothing but an orphan who stole a little of his gold. There were many carts and refugees on the road, fleeing the dangers of Southwatch. There was no reports of further battle than the fall of Shieldhold.

Otherday, 5th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

We reached Southwatch after a long day of travel and only had to wait for an hour before being ushered in to see the Marshall. He is not a handsome man, scarred by many years protecting the southern borders. It is said he sleeps in his armour at all times and is man I respect greatly. He welcomed the Company of the Valiant Blade and gave us an overall view of the situation.

A large force of siv, including elite troops from the Monastery of the Long Claw, and house guard from the city-state of Blackwatch are lead by Valanthie BlackWatch. By all accounts she is a skilled illusionist and a powerful member of the Red Conlave, leading a small cabal of lesser spellcasters. With most of the Southwatch troops fighting in the Tyrant of Eastcastle to the north, the Marshall has withdrawn all troops from the Whistle and the Harrow to defend the city. There are several makeshift forts and strongpoints between here and Shieldhold, and he has assigned us to defend the old fort of Southquarry.

We discussed terms and we agreed to work for a favour from the SouthWatch family. Deng was keen to get hold of prisoners of war, presumably to power the various magical tattoos. They also dealt with our charter, removing the recently fallen and adding Sakorat, Irenke, Andruga, Sydnius and myself. Kwaku was kept on the charter and Lukkar made into the deputy leader after Deng. No doubt Sakorat will try for that position in the following months.
We are staying the night here, grabbing any supplies in the morning and then heading to Southquarry.

Airday, 6th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

A half day's travel brought us to Southquarry. It is a small fort used in days gone past. The walls stand twice the height of a human, and is in reasonable condition. There is a small force of twenty soldiers here, half Southwatch guardsmen and Dog beastclan marauders with their warhounds.

They are commanded by Hilarion Deepheart, a veteran from the Harrow who I have met before. A steady captain but with little experience of this type of conflict. Morale seems high though, and they are on high alert. They seemed glad to see us and know something of our deeds. Good to hear.

Evening

The others went on a quick patrol of the terrain around Southquarry and found some siv tracks. Further inspection revealed more tracks from the last day. The enemy are keeping some sort of watch on this place. I stayed at the fort to talk to the soldiers.

Fireday, 7th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

The soldiers appear to have taken well to me. I am now the unofficial deputy of Hilarion. The command structure has been set, with Hilarion in charge, then Deng, Lukkar should he be fit, the leader of the Dog beastclansmen, then myself.

Most of they day was spent reinforcing the defences or on short patrols.

Earthday, 8th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

The enemy have arrived today. About midday we saw a mixed force of siv warriors, Blackwatch house guard, a small group of swamp giants and a many-headed hydra. They sent up a herald to demand our surrender, but no surprise when we declined.

Their first attack was brief. The giants and a siv wizard attacked from a couple of hundred yards away, attacking with magical balls of fire and rocks. We lost a couple of Southwatch guards but little more. They retreated once the wizard ran out of fireballs. We managed to hit the giants with couple of arrows but could not get past the defences of the wizard.
For now we await the second attack.

Afternoon

They attacked again this afternoon, although I am not sure of their tactics. A small group of Monks of the Long Claw were covered by the giants who threw rocks once again. They approached up to the walls but never came inside, fleeing when Deng and Irenke attacked them and the others brought a couple down with missile fire.

Sydnius appears to be a capable archer and Andruga a competent one. Sakorat used much of his magic to aid us and this gave confidence to Deng and Irenke. The pair ran out to engage three swamp giants with the aid of Sydnius'es hawk. Unfortunately they were well matched, Irenke slain by two of the giants, taking one of them with her in her last moments. The other giants were bewildered by Deng's dancing fighting style and injured by the arrows of Andruga and Sydnius, fleeing back to the enemy encampment. Sydnius lost his giant hawk though. Not really a surprise to me. We dragged Irenke's body back to camp and left the giant's out there.

The cycuri will be sorely missed. She was the mightiest warrior here, and I feel that the hydra will be beyond our skills.

Observation of the enemy has revealed the siv wizard to be their leader. They appear to have some sort of priest as well. No doubt we shall meet both later.

Evening

Some bad news. A tain has managed to get through from Southwatch. Zuridah brings news that a couple of other strongpoints have fallen and no reinforcements are due to reach us. She has chosen to stay and fight alongside us. She carries a double-bladed axe and looks like she has used it in recent times.

Night

We have survived the third and most deadly attack so far. An hour before midnight the enemy brought all of their forces to bear. Thier priest, a follower of the Lord of the Green Claw, destoyed a section of the wall by reducing the stone underneath it to mud. They sent through more Long Claw monks into the breach where we battled them. Another group of the monks attacked our soldiers at the back of the fort while a giant, the Blackwatch house guard and the hydra smashed their way through the front gate.

The fighting was close, with most warriors falling on both sides. With the blessing of the green we survived however. Deng, Hilarion, Sakorat, Zuridah, Sydnius and myself were the last ones left standing. The rear of the fort was overrun, but they enemy lost a giant, the hydra, most of the Long Claw siv and all of the Blackwatch guards. With all of the priest's and wizard's magic used, they chose the better part of valour. We lost most of the marauders and Southwatch guards, but I feel they have suffered the greater damage.

Andruga fought well but fell unconsious during the battle. I used the power of the Green to revive him and nowwe wait to see what morning brings.

If more forces arrive from Shieldhold, I doubt we will live to see the next dusk.

End of Session Sixteen

 

[PieAndDragon]

Waterday, 9th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

There were no other attacks this morning. Rest and the healing magics of Sakorat and myself brought several Dog mercenaries and a couple of the guardsmen to conciousness. All the rest are dead. We have piled up the bodies at the other end of the fortress, where the smell will not overwhelm us.

Deng ordered us to leave the hydra body in the gateway, giving some sort of barrier in the case of another assault. Among Irenke's equipment was a letter and a magical gem. Deng read the letter, as well as Lukkar, who appears better today. Our leader has kept the gem for safekeeping. Apparently Irenke was guarding it for another. The details are none of my concern.

For now we wait. The enemy is greatly reduced in number, with only a couple of giants and a group of siv Long Claw warriors left. However, their leader and the priest is still alive, with their magic now renewed.

Midday

A siv herald approached bearing a flag of peace. It offered us a chance to surrender but Lukkar shot it dead. The message was clear but I cannot condone something so dishonourable. My dislike of the goblin grows, but I cannot let that impair my judgment or my duty. Sydnius appears to be bonding with Irenke's wolf, in the way many Northlands warriors do. Anything which helps our current cause is welcome.

Evening

The enemy show no intentions of attacking us today. They hang back in their camp, no doubt waiting for reinforcements. They have turned one of the giants into a shambling undead creature. No doubt it was their battle leader. I would expect no better of a siv.

Our morale could be a lot worse. The mercenaries and guardsmen are being held in reserve for now, with Zuridah taking the front-line duties alongside the Company of the Valiant Blade. Hilarion is hoping for reinforcements from Southwatch, but I think it unlikely. They will leave us to hold these outposts while they strengthen the defences of Southwatch proper.

The two goblins are planning at attack on the enemy camp come dark. It is what they are best at, and Deng will provide some sort of support. Andruga hopes to slay the enemy leader. May the Immortals give them strength.

Night

Success! The enemy have fled. Andruga snuck right into their camp and slew the enemy siv wizard and leader. Deng and Lukkar went out there with him, Lukkar providing support. But it was Andruga's blade that struck the blow. The enemy took little time to pack up tents and flee. For now we will see what morning brings.

Otherday, 10th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

No enemies have appeared today. Zuridah, Lukkar and Sydnius travelled on a short patrol, fleeing from an enemy group of siv, but nothing more dangerous is apparent.

Zuridah is touched by the doom of all tain. She must always keep traveling, or the curse of the night fey will weaken her. It is a dark burden for her race, but they are strong warriors because of it.

We took the time to get rid of the bodies today, burning all in a large pyre. We want no chance of them returning as undead. Hilarion still hopes for reinforcements. I hope but do not believe.

Airday, 11th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

It appears I was wrong. We have been relieved by a force of Southwatch guardsmen and hill giant mercenaries. They are taking our place here and we are ordered to return to Southwatch. Zuridah is to come with us when we report to the Marshall. Hopefully I will not see this place of death and dark memories for many years.

Afternoon

We reached Southwatch in good time. Within an hour we had an interview with Marchelleus SouthWatch. A ceasefire is in effect and talks are being held at Greenbarrows among all of the south-eastern City-States. We are to travel among the Marshall's entourage and leave again this day. I prayed to the Green for peace in this land.

Night

We travelled fast and light this evening, reaching Southhunt at midnight. There are about thirty of us in total, mostly guards and diplomats. Tomorrow we should reach Greenbarrows, as long as there are no interruptions. Deng and Sakorat suspect an attack at some point. They seem almost keen for more bloodshed.

Fireday, 12th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

We reached Greenbarrows today, travelling several hours through back roads. There are representatives from Blackwatch, Whiteblade, Eastcastle and Highkeep also here, as well as another small group from Lord SouthWatch. We joined with our allies in the Whiteblade and Highkeep encampment.

Afternoon

Negotiations go slowly, but they still continue. Several diplomats have approached Deng, Sakorat and Lukkar. They are the most recognised among the Company of the Valiant Blade and we have had many enquiries about our availability for work in the future.

Few other representatives have arrived. It appears we were among the last.

Earthday, 13th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

The talks took a turn for the worse today. The Whiteblade contingent left at midday, unable to find any middle ground with Eastcastle and Blackwatch. The others continue to parley.

Afternoon

This afternoon I witnessed the signing of the Treaty of Greenbarrows by the representatives of Eastcastle, Blackwatch, Southwatch and Highkeep. All lands taken by the Blackwatch forces are to be relinquished, up to the river Charm. Eurus HighKeep, due to be Lord after his father's death, currently a prisoner of Eastcastle, is to be released along with his guardsmen.

In return Southwatch and Highkeep will withdraw from the war and cease hostilities. Other minor details have also been addressed and some prisoners are to be exchanged.

The war between the Tyrant of Eastcastle and Whiteblade will continue to the north. I suspect there will be little fighting until the spring, however.

Night

We left early in the evening and are still wary. Messengers bearing copies of the treaty are being sent to the front lines.

Waterday, 14th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

Dusk sees us back in Southwatch. The city is celebrating its newfound peace and we will sort out rewards tomorrow. For now I am happy to be alive. The Battle of Southquarry will be something to tell my grandchildren, the Immortals willing.

Otherday, 15th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

We are being well rewarded by Southwatch for our loyalty. They are providing four prisoners of war as thralls, to be marked for our tattoos. They are also providing us with tattoos by their own master tattooists. I have settled on a Tattoo of Might, to provide me with strengh in battle. We plan to keep the new thralls in the hall of Nightjewel Mansion. We plan to spend some time training, resting and gaining tattoos in Southwatch, however.

Fireday, 17th of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

The spoils of war have been divided and I have acquired a longbow. Sydnius has paid a mapmaker to create him a map of Sohal and the surrounding areas. It was a tidy sum, and the mapmaker may take some months to complete the work. I will be interested to see it when the Horse beastclansman has it.

Zuridah has officially joined our group, replacing Irenke on the charter. She had no other commitments and we were impressed by her prowess at the Battle of Southquarry. Andruga and Lukkar have been strangely quiet, but I am sure they are up to no good somewhere. I may advise Sakorat to have one of his lackeys watch them.

Fireday, 22nd of Ninthmonth, 1533 ER

I still await my tattooing in Southwatch and continue training with the Southwatch guardsmen.

Sokorat has gained more loyal lackeys. His followers include a couple of architects, more guards and priests. Two are to stay in Southwatch as his factors here. I wonder how long it will be before he founds some sort of priesthood or guild of his own. Within the year no doubt.

Earthday, 3rd of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

We left Southwatch this morning, with several guardsmen, carts and the thralls. Our destination is Whistlesprings and Nightjewel Mansion.

Airday, 6th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

The Company of the Valiant Blade returned to Nightjewel mansion this afternoon. The servants and Kwaku were happy to see us again and relieved that we were alive. I let the siv read the journal and he seemed pleased.

The thralls have been installed in the hall for now. Sakorat and Kwaku plan on blinding them. While cruel, this no doubt is a necessity. I will have thoughts on a more humane way to keep them securely. They have 5 years until freedom.

Zuridah has claimed the cellar and Sydnius plans to track down more animals for his pack. Things return to an illusion of normality.

 

[PieAndDragon]

After this stage, the party are now

Andruga, goblin male from Bukon, Rogue 4 / Tong Ninja 4
Deng of the Sudjai, salamander male from the Kethor Wastes, Scout 5 / Elk Totem Warrior 2 / Dervish 1
Lukkar, goblin male from the Deeps, Scout 7 / Falcon Totem Warrior 1
Sakorat, naiad male brought up among humans from Bukon, Cleric 8 of Tunli and the Lord of the Green Claw
Sydnius, son of Arthyen, human male of the Horse Beastclan, Ranger 4 / Packlord 4
Zuridah, daughter of Ismah, tain female of the Hydra Beastclan, Tain Paragon 3 / Fighter 5

with one NPC:

Shegall Harrowborn, human male from Sohal, Champion of the Green 6

 

[PieAndDragon]

Earthday, 8th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

Borsca appears to be well. She is getting quite attached to Torith Deepheart, one of the naiad's guards. It may be soon that I let her go her own way in the world.

Zuridah and Sydnius are becoming firm allies, spending much time hunting in the wilds. Deng is talking of some sort of smithy and other additions to the mansion. We desperately need somewhere larger for the thralls and Sakorats entourage. Kwaku slowly expands his Council of the Pack with more animals. The goblins skulk as they always do, no one sure what they are up to. No doubt Tolya, Lukkar's partner, will be with child by the end of the year.
Sakorat spends time at the Temple of the Golden Lord, which continues on slowly. I expect it to be ready sometime next year.

We have heard more news from Southwatch. The Monkey Beastclan has made its way south from the Khorun Peaks. No doubt they have been attracted by the activities of the Monkey Cult and have done a deal with Peregrina or Tabor. As long as this does not bring night fey north of the Harrow, I care little.

Airday, 11th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

Andruga received a visitor today. An injured reaver spoke with him at length, then left. He related none of his conversation to us. No doubt I will have to watch him more. I may have one of Sakorat's lackeys do some investigations in Southwatch to see any leads can be found. Reavers cannot be trusted, slavers and murderers all.

There are rumours in Whistlesprings that one of the owners of Nightjewel Mansion has altered their will. No doubt Kwaku has left his share to his council of the Pack or some other crazy idea.

Earthday, 13th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

The siv has hired us to find an animal for him again. He has heard rumours of a talking wolverine kept by a priest near the village of Harrowvale, some way south of here.

We have agreed to talk to it for him, hopefully with the result of it joining the council of the Pack. No other offers of work have arrived. No doubt they will all arrive at once.

Waterday, 14th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

The Company of the Valiant Blade left Nightjewel Mansion this morn, heading for Blackhall and then Harrowvale. Lukkar rides Sydnius's wolf and Sydnius his own direwolf, gathered from the wild. I left Borsca at the mansion again. This is not her concern.

Otherday, 15th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

After Blackhall we encoutered a traveller on the road. A druid from the Forest of the Apes with a baboon. From his story I gather he has been driven from there by the actions of the Monkey Cult. Perhaps we should avoid the place for the time being.

Evening

At Harrowvale we managed to find directions to the priest we seek. Cilam Rivers is suspected to be a priest of the Green, seen maybe once a month by the villagers.

We camped outside of the village, avoiding the stares a mixed group such as ours would no doubt receive in such a small community.

Airday, 16th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

Not how I expected the day to turn out, but no matter.

We followed the trail indicated by the villagers into the edges of the Harrowwood. Andruga and Lukkar made out large webs in the trees near to the trail, signs of the creatures we were later to meet.

When we reached the grove of trees, we were met by the priest. Cilam Rivers was a man dressed in simple robes, but seemed unwilling to give up the wolverine and refused to let us speak to it. After we insisted he scurried off to his lair on the pretense of speaking to it.

Instead we were attacked by his allies, ettercaps mounted on winged beasts known strangely as spider eaters. Deng and the goblins were stuck in webbing and several of us poisoned by ettercap and eater alike. We took a couple down before they flew off and waited for their poison to take effect.

Andruga succumbed to the poison and froze in place. None of the others were affected and the second assault resulted in their slaughter. Sakorat helped us with his magic, giving us all great hope in battle. Lukkar took down several creatures with his arrows, with Deng, Zuridah and Sydnius aquitting themselves well. I brought down a couple of the beasts with my own blade. Only one or two of the ettercaps survived. I counted ten bodies of other eaters and ettercaps. From what I have seen, Zuridah is probably our strongest warrior, although Deng has the advantage of over a year's experience with the Company.

We took stock and pursued Cilam. Sydnius tracked him but reported his tracks changed suddenly to that of some sort of spider creature. Deng and Lukkar suspected him of being an aranea, some sort of shapechanging spider mutant spellcaster from the Deeps.

The trail ended in a cave and further battle ensued there. Leaving the direwolf to guard Andruga, A massive constrictor attacked Lukkar but was soon slain by our combined might, reducing back down to a wooden rod. Lukkar and Sydnius proceeded to bring down the arenea in a side tunnel, its magic of no help to it.

The rest of us engaged two more strange beasts, with long snouts and small foreclaws. Deng later identified them as destrachan, more creatures of the Dark. They attacked us with a screeching, juddering noise, very unpleasant but not enough to bring us down. Sakorat conjured a sphere of silence around Deng and the beasts were thrown into disarray. They tried to run from the tain and the salamander, but they were not fast enough, seeming to lose much of their senses in without any sort of sound as a guide.

With the battle over, we explored the rest of the tunnels. Some plainly lead into the Deeps, but among the rest we found the wolverine, a magical banner with the emblem of the Children of the Light and some other minor trinkets.

The wolverine could communicate in Tamen and was most thankful upon being released. It has called itself Chol, after one of the departed gods of the Pantheon. Lord of the desert, a strange name on a wolverine. Chol was more than happy to come with us and live a life of luxury as one of the council of the Pack. No doubt he will have many hours of fascinating debate with the siv.

Afternoon

We wasted no in the Harrowwood and have headed back towards the mansion. Andruga still suffers the effects of the poison and cannot move. No one is sure how long such a thing normally lasts.

Fireday, 17th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

We returned to the mansion with Kwaku's new friend. He seemed delighted with his new addition and paid us up front.

He also used his magic to divine the powers of the rod and the banner. The rod, surprisingly, turns into a snake, while the banner strikes valour into all around. No doubt both will be sold at Southwatch.

Earthday, 18th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

The others have travelled to Southwatch to sell the goods, while I stay here to tend to the mansion and check on Sakorat's followers. Some peace is also good for the soul and I need to spend some time with Borsca.

Airday, 21st of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

Chol seems to have settled in well with the rest of Kwaku's animals. He is their leader now, although I am not sure that is a proper representation of the Pack. Borsca and I have talked and she has decided to stay here until the end of the year. She wants to learn what she can from Sydnius before making her own way in the world.

I suspect she will find employment as a beast handler with one of the noble families. She was talking of founding her own adventuring band or joining one herself, but I will try to dissuade her from such a dangerous path.

Otherday, 25th of Tenthmonth, 1533 ER

The Company of the Valiant Blade has returned from Southwach, with much wealth. They sold the banner to Peregrina Nightjewel for a fair take. I received my half-share and have over five thousand pieces of gold to spend. The acolyte of the Monkey God also asked their advice on some magical item of the Monkey God, something about a worthy bearer.

They also had more good news. Roniax, the undead monkey sorcerer acolyte of the Monkey God, is no more, a result of Peregrina's alliance with the Tower of Guardian Flame. Welcome news indeed!

Two tattoists have set up in Whistlesprings, no doubt attracted by potential work from ourselves. I have decided to make use of their services in the coming weeks.

End of Session Seventeen

 

[PieAndDragon]

Airday, 1st of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Maybe Sakorat has more genius than I attributed to him. He has brought back a magical lyre from Southwatch. Once per week, a skilled musician can use it to do the work of several hundred men. This will obviously be of use for extending the mansion and helping to construct the Temple of the Golden Lord.

Simeon, the most skilled and most objectionable of his harpists, is currently given the honour of using it. Yesterday the harpist strenthened much of the foundations of the temple and many of the walls grew in height.

Otherday, 5th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Sydnius and Zuridah continue to bring in animals for Kwaku or for Sydius's growing menagerie. Sakorat's followers have created their own camp on the edge of the mansion's lands and also expand in number.

Simeon used the lyre again today, making massive progress on the Temple. The finer details will need to be finalised by proper craftsmen, but with the harpist under the guidance of the naiad's architects, I can see completion very soon now.

Earthday, 8th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

My money is mostly spent. In addition to the tattoo of Might in the shape of a Bull, provided by the SouthWatch family, I have a tattoo which enchants my armour. It allows me to call my armour to me in the same way as Sakorat can, or shed it quickly from my body. It is represented by a breastplate, with a tortoise at the bottom and a snake at the top. My last purchase was a tattoo which enables me to detect opponents hidden by magic.

Unlike the others, I have little need for magical weapons or shields, having the power to call them to my hands through the power of the Green.

Otherday, 10th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Sydnius played for many hours today, completing the main section of the Temple of the Golden Lord. Mornvar and Elodia seemed overjoyed and have offered a place for Sakorat's followers to stay in thanks. They plan on having an opening ceremony tomorrow, with the Company of the Valiant Blade swearing an oath to protect the temple in return for Dainor's favour.

There is now talk of what is next for the lyre. We are in favour of expanding the cellar to have a place for the thralls. I would also advocate some sort of carers for them and taking the blindness off of them, before they go mad in extended darkness.

Airday, 11th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Zuridah has moved out of the cellar and is now living in the Library. There are no books in their so no-one else is protesting.

We attended the opening ceremony of the Whistlesprings Temple of the Golden Lord, and then a private affair with Mornvar where we received the blessings of Dainor and his eternal blessing. We have given our oaths on the symbol of Dainor to protect his temple from danger. May this place become a bastion against the dark times of this world. No doubt the rest of the evening will be taken up in feasting, drinking and dancing. Everyone needs it once in a while.

Fireday, 12th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

After a late night talk with Mornvar last night, it appears that Dainor is one of the few Immortals with a priesthood. He claims to be the last of the Pantheon, who stayed to look after the peoples of Ascorre. I doubted it to be true, but did not see the need to insult a priest in his own temple.

Earthday, 13th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Tonight is Warlock's Eve, so we shall be on our guard tonight. Deng and Lukkar fought vampyrs a year ago, and there are always dark creatures abroad on this night.
Zuridah has started looking through Whistlesprings for books about animals and other creatures. No doubt Kwaku could write her one about the Pack.

Many of the naiad's entourage have moved into the Temple of the Golden Lord, although several have stayed in their own encampment too.

I have also heard other news. The Venturers of the Coin have withdrawn the Company of Whiteblade Gold and Company of Southwatch Bronze away from Highkeep. They are returneing to Whiteblade to take part in the war there.

Waterday, 14th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

To the disappointment of Deng and Zuridah, nothing happened last night and all was peaceful. It seems they need to face death every week to feel truly alive. I'd settle for facing it just the once in a while.

Otherday, 15th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

With the lyre we built a forge for Deng onto the stables and also extended the cellar with cells for the thralls.

We have heard several disturbing rumours of night fey abroad. Groups of redcaps have been seen outside of Highkeep, and many of the folk of Whistlesprings are reporting accidents and strange goings on in their dwellings. The servants here have seen several small mischievous creatures around the mansion and the grounds, identified by us as gremlins.

In response to the danger, we have started to get prepared. Deng is forging weapons for Sakorat's followers and a few volunteers from the town. Zuridah and Sydnius have found horses, dogs, a dire boar and other animals which they are training up to fight. Borsca and several of Sakorat's followers are helping to train them and learning to fight alongside them.

The training of the warriors is left to myself and maybe Lukkar when he is in a good mood. There is talk of the lyre building a wall around the mansion, the temple and the abode of the naiad's followers. We are creating our own little settlement on the edge of Whistlesprings.

The two beastclansmen have also managed to capture a giant queen bee and several other bees. Sydnius appears to have a way even with vermin and they hope to make some sort of hive in the garden. Unfotunately Bee is not a member of the Pack.

Fireday, 17th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Sydnius brought in a gigantic wasp today, which he intends to train as a mount. It is one of the strangest sights I have seen. He has commissioned a saddle and armour for it from Whistlesprings and has so far managed to keep in under control.

There are more rumours of fey abroad. Children have gone missing in Blackmeadows, spriggans are demanding tribute from travellers, bridge trolls down the River Pride and a band of bacchae enticing villagers to join there eternal revel. It is not good.

The salamander has decided to make the mansion more secure from night fey, starting to forge iron wards for the entry-ways in.

Earthday, 18th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

There is news of a bridge troll down the River Whistle at Whistlecross. There are some stepping stones there it has claimed and is demanding tribute of the villages. Tomorrow we intend to go and have a look at these rumours.

Waterday, 19th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

We traveled down the Southwatch side of the river and got to Whistlecross in the early afternoon. Sydnius pointed out a figure in the water and we were confronted by a hulking bridge troll at the water's edge. They are reputed to be among the strongest of the night fey, vulnerable to acid and fire, terrifying up close and this one also threw rocks.

Sakorat talked to the troll for a while, but it was not keen on moving on. Apparently greater night fey have told it to haunt the lands around Highkeep Forest once more.

Deng recalled something about an oath night fey had given the HighKeep family, but could not recall the details. I remember reading something of it too, to do with the BlackBlade family who once claimed this land. Maybe this link has been broken in some fashion.

Some villagers from Whistlecross came to watch us and witnessed our battle with the troll. He threw a rock at Zuridah when she jumped over the Whistle, and from there we attacked. Sakorat gave us hope through his magic and directed a floating sword of Tunli to combat it. Deng bounced onto the steppings stones and engaged it in the centre of the river, while Lukkar and myself shot it full of arrows. Rather more of the goblins' than mine however.

Synius ordered his direwolf to attack, but it merely stared at him as Deng was already on the stepping stones. He then proceeded to attack from the back of his monstrous wasp, to good effect. The troll retaliated with its claws, but like so many foes, could not get past Deng's defences. Under our combined might and with Zuridah's charge from the other side, it fell and was put out of it's life by acid and fire.

The Horse beastclansman is possibly the most skilled rider I have ever seen. A giant wasp is no easy mount, but he seems to have tamed it and has no trouble fighting from atop it. Maybe I could learn from him. Or the blood of Horse runs strong in him.

Sakorat and Zuridah found a small sack of treasure in the water, including some trinkets we returned to the villagers and a magical gem. The villagers thanked us and Sakorat pursuaded them not to tell others. We don't want our name associated with the slaying of night fey.
We turned down a feast and took a long walk to get back to the mansion late this evening.

Otherday, 20th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

News today of spriggans driven out from Blackhall after demanding tribute. Also news of our defeat of the bridge troll at Whistlecross. Obviously Sakorat's tongue is not as sweet as it should be.

The cells under the mansion have increased in size and buildings started for Sakorat's followers. The arming of the mansion and training of forces also continues.

Earthday, 23th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

There was more trouble this night. The rest of the Company of the Valiant Blade were called to Whistlesprings and I was left to guard the mansion. The town was accosted by a large group of spriggans, bogans, kenku and taurim, lead by two harpies and a piper. My comrades advised the townsfolk to hand over the tribute and hope for the best.

Soon after they returned here the night fey came to the mansion and demanded more tribute. Sakorat spoke for us and we refused to give anything up. They appeared to be afraid of Deng's helmet, the Helm of Tajulian. When the salamander attacked their leader and the rest of the company followed suit, they fled into the night. The temple was also disturbed, but they paid their dues. No doubt we will see them again.

Waterday, 24th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Lukkar had a visitor today. Mehi, the pech who leads the Redroad Trading Coster in Southwatch had a private conversation with him. Sakorat also had some words with him. The naiad often uses the pech's name when settling deals, and his name appears to garner some sort of respect.

As far as I can see he heads up a group of thugs and scum who smuggle and cheat other merchants, but it is little of my concern.

Otherday, 25th of Eleventhmonth, 1533 ER

Lukkar has left with Zuridah and Sydnius to go to Highkeep. No doubt this is connected to his conversation with the pech yesterday.

Kwaku's council is coming on apace. In addition to his dog, horse, monkey, griffon, crocodile and wolverine, Synius and Zuridah have managed to find him a boar, a hawk, two rats and an owl. Kwaku has also inherited Irenke's wolf, giving him about half of the Pack in total. The mammoth, zombie and hydra should be interesting though.

The cells below the great hall are almost complete now.

Airday, 1st of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

Lukkar and the other two returned today. The goblin spoke to the steward of Highkeep but did not admit anything was wrong. The family have put together an expedition to go and look into the matter. I wish them luck.

Night

The night fey were back tonight. Luckily Sydnius was outside at the time and managed to alert us, his direwolf howling like a beast possessed. We had a short time to prepare, as we saw shadowed figures out in the grounds. Sakorat and Kwaku armoured us with their magic while the servants were locked in the cellar, guarded by Borsca and our other house guards.

Outside of the mansion, Sydnius fled on his wasp from two draconic creatures without wings and we heard piping in the distance. The draconic creatures were about the height of a goblin, some sort of wyrm. Lukkar and Zuridah went downstairs to find skulks had got in through the windows and more wyrms smashed in the servant's door.

Deng leapt out an upstairs window and aided the direwolf against the two wyrms in the garden. Sydnius returned shortly and the kenku piper tried his magic on the salamander. It failed to work and the piper was brought down by scimiters, nothing left but black feathers. Between them they defeated the two wyrms, although the direwolf fell.

In the house we contended with skulks and more wyrms. One wyrm got upstairs but was not a match for me, another fled from Sakorat's magic and the last fell to Zuridah's double axe.
The skulks were evasive but only their leader was any danger. They appeared to be searching for our thralls, looking through rooms all around the house. Their leader injured me before it was driven off by Zuridah, fleeing with a few of the other skulks. Sakorat did manage to capture one of them, although he almost poisoned it to death with his magic.
Deng then chased away a group of bogans from the Temple of the Golden Lord, before the whole group went to aid Whistlesprings. They left me to guard the mansion.

When they returned they told of spriggans, kenku and bogans using fire to terrorize the town. A bulette which the night fey enchanted had breached the town's walls but the Company of the Valiant Blade slew it in short order. At this point the night fey fled once more.

Fireday, 2nd of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

The townsfolk have set about rebuilding what was burnt down, and Sakorat has promised them the use of the lyre once it's magic has returned.

We questioned the skulk, which was lead by the piper, who in turn served a night fey lord called Orbaona. Lukkar seemed to remember the name from somewhere. She turns out to be a veiled lady, most likely a medusa. Still no idea why they have come out of the forest to terrorize others. The skulk knew nothing else of worth, so we have put it in a cell, probably to let it go in a couple of days.

Zuridah has made some sort of barbaric helmet out of the feathers of the kenku. Not a particularly worthy foe.

Waterday, 4th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

A shaman of Monkey has arrived to advise Kwaku and help defend the Temple from the spirits of the fey. She is Ledoca, daughter of Arthyen

Life continues on. The mansion is almost all iron-clad around the entranceways. Soon we should be rid of the gremlins. No one has tried to employ us. Maybe they are hiring the Venturers of the Coin instead.

Airday, 6th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

Much of the damage to the village has been repaird by the harp and Simeon. The amount of respect the townsfolk have for the Company of the Valiant Blade increases everyday.

The shaman has introduced Zuridah to one of the siv from Highkeep, although I am unsure why. Maybe they will teach her to walk on water or swamp.

Ledoca also spoke to us, carrying a warning from a friend of ours in the Forest of the Apes.
We were not to oppose the night fey of Highkeep in the grand scheme of things. They were guessing it was Peregrina and seemed to have no intention of heeding the warning. Lukkar somehow managed to link Peregrina's warning to a Lavrin Greymantle. Not sure what he was on about.

Airday, 11th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

Warriors from the Tower of Guardian Flame arrived and talked to Deng. They asked if he was willing to fight the multi-coloured skeleton in the Blackstone Hills known as Vaugn. I was keen but many of the others do not fancy a fight against the unliving. Another time then.
The actions of the night fey continue. We have heard of bandits, more abductions, more bacchae, increased tribute demands, some of the ancient night fey rousing themselves. Something must be done.

The expedition from Highkeep returned. In bits. Not all were accounted for.

Waterday, 14th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

Dire news indeed. Blackvale has been destroyed. Survivors tell of a lone redcap axeman who slaughtered most of the villagers as they tried to defend themselves. Other night fey then burnt down the village. Lukkar remembers Blackvale, they once destroyed a shrine of the Dark near there. Much good it is to the villagers now.

Otherday, 15th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

Sakorat's followers have a crude place to live now, with the harp of building providing much of the work. A low wall has been completed around the mansion and soon the whole temple-mansion-dwelling complex will be fortified.

Waterday, 19th of Twelfthmonth, 1533 ER

At last! A messenger has arrived from Highkeep. They want to speak to the Company of the Valiant Blade on a matter of importance. We get ready to ride there now, and I intend to take Borsca on our journey.

Hopefully they want us to take care of the goings on around Highkeep Forest. Otherwise we may have to take matters into our own hands.

End of Session Eighteen

 

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Waterday, 19th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

Three hours from Highkeep, Lukkar alerted us of a kenku which was watching us from among a group of rocks along the side of the road. It scurried away into a small wood and we grew alert for trouble.

At first all that confronted us was a lone tain atop a direwolf, demanding tribute for the use of the roads which he and his allies now claimed. He was heavily armed in chainmail, with shield, sling and waraxe, but Sakorat sent them both fleeing with one of his spells. Maybe it is time I learnt something of magic, if only to identify the enchantments of my foes.

After a few more minutes we were heard the sound of a spellcaster among the wood, so we responded in kind, Sakorat boosting us with powerful prayers and great confidence. As we advanced on the wood, a trio of tain on direwolves, previously hidden by magics, attacked us with slings and then unslung axes, intending more harm upon us. They were confronted by Deng, Lukkar and Zuridah, as well as the inept archery of Andruga.

As our warriors battled theirs, another group of tain, grown twice the size by magic and moving incredibly fast, attacked the rest of us, supported by the spells of another spear-carrying tain without armour, but with the many illusory apparitions common to spellcasters.

One direwolf was taken down by Lukkar's arrows, another managed to pull Deng to the ground briefly, but he struck one tain down from the floor and danced around the other wolf and rider. Zuridah caught a tain in a net, slaying mount and rider with help from the goblin and his dog.

Myself, Sakorat and Andruga were beset by more dangerous foes. The spellcaster summoned a bright, clinging dust which blinded one of the horses. Borsca wisely lead the horses out of danger, keeping them between herself and her foes. Sakorat halted over half in their tracks with his magic, calming them down.
This lasted until one of the tain threw an exploding rock among us, breaking his concentration and injuring myself and Andruga. But it gave us enough time to prepare for the tain, as I injured one which was finished off by Sakorat. We now all engaged the tain warriors, the turning point coming when Sakorat drained the enemy mage of his magical defences, allowing Lukkar to pepper him with arrows and myself to cut him down from atop my horse. The rest of the tain fell in short order to Andruga, Deng, Lukkar and Zuridah. They were worthy foes but none escaped.

The few who survived we tied up and lay across the horsesl, taking them onto Highkeep for the swift justice no doubt awaiting bandits such as they.

We stripped them of valuable equipment, to fund our future journeys.

Waterday, 19th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

We reached Highkeep in good time, and were welcomed within the walls. To my eyes it looked as if they were preparing for trouble. Townsfolk were carrying their weapons, little ones were kept off the street, gates were heavily guarded.

Highkeep guards took our bandit captives from us, promising swift justice. We were ushered into an audience with Lord Eurus HighKeep, kept less than half an hour admiring his family's trophies and ancestors.

We were under very heavy guard, with several priests and wizards watching for trouble, as well as many house guard. A young man who has seen his father slain by the forces of Eastcastle, he has many responsibilities to bear.

In short order, we were told that the blade Night's Return had been stolen from the HighKeep family. The first they knew of it was when the guardian of the blade committed suicide, leaving a note that she had lapsed in her duties. This missing blade is the cause of the unrest among the night fey around Highkeep Forest.

Years ago, the night fey lords of Highkeep Forest swore binding oaths on the blade, and when it came into the hands of the Highkeep's, they forced the night fey to keep within the borders of their woodland. If memory serves correctly, they gained it from another noble family, the BlackBlades, who had failed in their duty somehow. With the blade missing, there is nothing to stop the night fey from doing as they will.

Eurus wants us to retrieve the blade, which they believe to be somewhere in Highkeep Forest. They have no ideas as to who has it, the only information they could provide was of a group of humans in contact with Cerelia, a night fey lord based a few miles into the forest along the River Pride. Whoever stole the blade also took a rod of thunder of lightning, which we can keep if we find it. The additional offer of an intelligent bastard sword called Starclap and a magical pavillion worth tens of thousands of gold pieces, sealed the deal for the Company of the Valiant Blade

There was also mention of an expedition they had sent into the forest before they knew of the theft. None returned alive but several were missing. It was possible that there are some still alive with valuable knowledge for our cause.

We are to rest this evening and sort out any details with the steward, Kazrak Rivers. Deng and Lukkar know him from previous expeditions and he answered our queries quickly. Jarant Bantuak, a Priest of the Golden Lord, will contact Deng magically at every dusk in case of problems on either side.

This is a quest important to me, as whether we succeed may affect the night fey presence north of the Harrow for generations to come. May the Green grant me strength. Some of the others have gone into the city looking for supplies and other equipment. I need to have a talk with Borsca, to determine if she is ready for this journey.

Otherday, 20th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

We left early in the morning, traveling straight into the forest, following a path lead by Syndius and Lukkar. A group of night fey started to trail us soon after we entered their domain, but they gave us no trouble. Our reputation has obviously spread among them. Borsca is with us, this will be her last journey with me before she strikes out on her own. We need all the aid we can get and hers is a strong heart.

After a few hours in Highkeep Forest we reached a mass of thorns as described to us in Highkeep. At the centre was a place holy to the night fey, amongst a maze of thorns. The thorns were strenghtened by some supernatural power, taking many sword blows to cut back. Deng and Zuridah braved the thorns, but were rewarded only with jagged cuts and scratches. When someone finally did a tour of the wall, we found an pathway free from briars. Sakorat questioned the wisdom of our scouts, for not looking around from the start. He did have a point, but it is not my place to say anything on the matter.

Within the twisting pathways we found flowers which gave off weakening poisonous spores. A lone redcap accosted us, fleeing into some hidden pathway among the briars, leaving a warning not to approach further. A few minutes later the same redcap ambushed us, using a two-bladed axe of strange make.

He was a worthy opponent, taking down Deng and sorely wounding several others before he was slain by our unlikely warrior Andruga. There are few warriors who could hold their own against the entirety of the Company of the Valiant Blade, but he came very close. He used a strong poison on his blades, extracted from the bodies of the purple worm, a predator from the Deeps. Deng had no permanent injuries and we the healing power of the Green and the magics of Sakorat, we restored the party to a semblance of normality.

We found the centre of the maze without further difficulty, where a group of dancing kenku fled to the faerie world at the sight of us. In a briar cage we found Colum Prideborn, a house guardsman of the HighKeeps. The man was kept weak by poisons of the night fey, but we restored him enough that he could speak.

Colum had been part of the expedition sent by the HighKeeps to scout the forest. His group talked to a reaver named Miaska deep in Highkeep Forest. Soon after they were attacked by night fey and the reaver. Colum overheard that Lavrin had something to do with the attack and also the theft of Night's Return. She had some sort of help from HighKeep, a lizard spellcaster. Lukkar and Deng knew immediately who to suspect, which did not bode well.

Colum bears the marks of painful torture from the night fey, missing one eye and horrific burn marks. He will bear the scars on body and mind for the rest of his life. I may try to interest him in joining the followers of Sakorat should he make it through this. He would have reason to stand against the night fey.

We dug up the treasures of the redcap axeman and decided to return to Highkeep, where the traitor could be unmasked and Colum returned to his comrades.

Otherday, 20th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

Late in the afternoon we returned to Highkeep, our rescued guardsman in tow. After a quick interview, the HighKeeps wasted no time, questioning and then restraining Odakota, the moej conjurer. What they uncovered was the scaled one's treachery, and the rod of thunder and lightning missing from the treasury, kept in a guarded box warded from magic. Lord Eurus agreed to let us keep the rod, as per our audience before. Sakorat was given the honour of using the rod, until such time as we sort out shares. In more peaceful times, maybe.

We decided to rest in Highkeep and continue our quest on the morrow. Lukkar went hunting maps of Highkeep Forest, but was not satisfied with what he found.

Airday, 21st of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

Three hours after dawn saw us at the River Pride, which we followed into Highkeep Forest in the hope of locating a lord of the night fey. Deng's wounds were healed by the Highkeep priests before we left, and we were promised any scraps of information they could find from the moej traitor.

More kenku followed us, and Sydnius found signs of displacer beasts along our path. None disturbed us so we camped. The night fey danced near our camp again, with our salamander leader joining them, showing his dedication and focus on the task at hand.

Deng did tell us of a magical message he had received, one which made our quest even more pressing. Highkeep was under seige from the night fey.

Fireday, 22nd of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

In the early hours, a host of bogans, a kind of winged goblin fey, surrounded our camp, driving the other night fey into hiding. We were met by a beautiful female in a formal dress, the night fey Cerelia we were looking for. Sakorat used his delicate tongue well, flattering her and gifting her with a silver diorama of monkeys the Company has kept for such an occasion. The bogans are her followers and servants, willing to do her bidding.

Cerelia told us of Lavrin and other goings-on in the forest. Our quarry appears to hide out with her apes, but there is no sign of Night's Return. What else she told us was of little use, but we never expected to hear what we sought from one of these twisted creatures.

Evening

Having survived the bogans, we chose one of our few leads, making hasty progress to reach a shrine to the Monkey God Lukkar and Deng had visited a year past. There we found a cycuri disguised as a baboon, calling herself Hajna. The older members had journeyed with her among the Towers of the Monkey Mage, and we made a bargain with her.

We traded our favour with the acolyte of the Monkey God, Tabor. In exchange we heard that Lavrin had given up Night's Return to Thrassius BlackBlade, a once-mortal faerie who guarded the ruins of Blackblade, in the centre of the forest. The sword was his once before and now he was the lord of the night fey here.

Now our quest is made simple. Take Night's Return from Thrassius.

Earthday, 23rd of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

A night fey lord tried to turn us aside from our quest, sending two bogans to lead us to his court, bribing us with trinkets. The spriggan Idomeneus was impressive in his bejewelled armour, medusa consort and court, but could not turn us aside with mere threats and gifts. We left without wasting more words with the night fey.

Midday

Favour has not found us this day, for I have lost what I hold most dear. A forest dragon attacked us, most likely a minion of Idomeneus. It used illusions of medusas and treants to test our magics and waste our strength. It followed up with gouts of acidic gas and sapping magics, out-moving us as it could ignore the roots and thorns of the undergrowth around to strike where it wished.

To my shame I succumbed to it's mystical fear, returning to find my daughter dead and the dragon beaten off by the others. The price for our quest is high. May Borsca's shade find peace and a better path in her next life. May the Green guard and nurture her. Her death will be avenged, one way or another.

End of Session Nineteen

 

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Earthday, 23rd of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

I have kept the pain of my loss to myself. My current duty is to serve Sakorat and help deliver Night's Return to the HighKeep Family. The time for proper mourning is when this is over.

Andruga is currently scouting out the lair of the wounded dragon. A kenku named Lucius offered to lead us there in return for some trinkets gifted by other night fey. Under intense questioning from Deng he revealed that a massive spider served as a guard to this dragon. Laughingtail is the forest dragon's name, and it will not live to see the dusk.

Afternoon

Borsca is avenged!

Andruga returned to describe a spider with legs twice my own height, among a grove of trees which surrounded the web-covered entrance to Laughingtail's lair. The two goblins and Deng snuck up to lie in wait while the rest of us crept closer. The fight was swift, poisoning Andruga before it was brought down by arrows from both goblins and Sydnius on his wasp, with Deng striking the killing blow. The salamander has grown strong since the Battle of Southquarry.

Andruga was so weakened by the poison that he could not move. We left him on the edge of the grove, preparing for battle with the last of Sakorat's magic. Zuridah and the salamander took the lead, taking the brunt of Laughingtail's acidic gas as they charged into its lair. The dragon tried to slow us with magic, but that was not enough to stop the assualt of arrows and blades. Sakorat finished Laughingtail off with a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning, using the rod we took from Odakota at Highkeep.

And so my daughter's soul can find peace.

A thorough search of the cave revealed several thousand gold coins, a good number of gems, and some minor magical trinkets. Lucius took what he was promised and fled off into the trees. Zuridah wanted to skin Laughingtail but we did not have the time, wanting to find a place away from the lair to rest. So she settled for eyes and horns, claws and a few scales. I took no trophies from the beast.

Distributing the treasure and Andruga among the party to carry, Sydnius, Zuridah and Lukkar took little time to find us a place to rest about a mile from the lair, a clearing by a small brook. We set our watch and licked our wounds from the battles of the day.

Waterday, 24th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

Sakorat's magic has restored Andruga and removed the last signs of spider poison. After seeing to the rest of the party with help from my power of the Green, it was decided by Deng to rest another day, with no opposition from the others. I can see the need but feel maybe we should press on. Night's Return is critical to the stability of the lands here.

As always in these accursed forests, a group of night fey is pestering us, mostly bogans, kenku and spriggans, dancing, singing and mocking us. Wretched creatures.

Evening

Some displacer beasts are about in the forest, awaiting any who wander from camp. I doubt they will be lucky this night. Sydius has taken the time to call another animal to his pack, a nasty looking bear-owl beast from the forest.

Otherday, 25th of Twelthmonth, 1533 ER

We fought another battle early this morning. As Sakorat finished his prayers, a human armoured in heavy plate and bearing the symbol of the Bringers of Ultimate peace hailed us. He traveled with four girillons and Deng noticed another hiding among the trees. Some of the Valiant Blade recognised the name of Vernus Halfsign, a competitor at the Challenge of the Monkey God and had made a deal with Peregrina.

He claimed to bear an offer from Lavrin Greymantle, offering us her favour and twenty thousand in gold if we were to turn back and leave the forest. He gave us a few minutes to discuss the offer but there was little to decide. Our oath was given and our quarry in sight.

Vernus did not take our refusal well, giving a shout of warning before drawing his sword and advancing with his girillons. His allies among the trees revealed themselves, the reaver we had seen and a panther moving as a cat the other. Lukkar later told me it was a forest guardian, a servant of the Monkey God. The reaver tried to bring down Zuridah with arrows, but should have picked a weaker target. The tain and Sydnius'es direwolf sprang among the trees, bearing down the reaver and taking her out of the fight in short order.

The girillons were barely more effective, two taken down by the shots from both goblins; another fled, it's mind warped by the naiad's bewildering magic; the last was struck down by Deng's dancing blades and lightning from Sakorat's new rod. Which left Vernus and the forest guardian.

Vernus surprised us all, going after Lukkar, who kept peppering him with arrows. At the same time the Bringer kept Andruga, Deng, Zuridah and Sydnius on his wasp at bay. I stayed near Sakorat, who had taken to the brook, helping with my bow where I could.

With his wolf lying bleeding from the forest guardian's arrows, Sydnius took to the trees on his wasp, battling the cat-ape among the branches. Vernus was worn down by many foes and hampered by Zuridah's net, lashing out at Lukkar's bow before the tain finished the business with her twin-axe in bloody fashion.

With Sydnius escaping his grasp and several archers targeting him, the sentinel chose the better part of valour and lost us among the tree-tops. After finishing off the last girillon, dazed by Sakorat's magic, the battle was ours.

We bound up the reaver, bringing her round to face Deng and Sakorat's questions. She told us little more than she worked for Lavrin, unconcerned for her predicament. We ended her sorry life when she would say no more. Among her possessions were many poisons and a myriad of strange equipment. There was more to her than met the eye.

It was decided to rest another day and night at the clearing. A decision I was against but was unwilling to voice, as I am not a full member of the Blade as the others are.
Tomorrow, on the first day of the year, we intend to enter the ruins of Blackblade.

Airday, 1st of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

Our celebrations of the new year were sparse, with little reason for false hope. We knew that the ruins of Blackblade housed a deadly foe.

Three hours uneventful travel brought us to the ruins of Blackblade, a place destroyed a century and a half ago by the Regent's Guard, on the orders of the Regent. That title then signified the ruler of Sohal, but there has been no Regent for over 20 years. Most of the buildings had fallen far, torn down by night fey or the elements, overgrown by the power of the Green.

As Andruga snuck off to take a better look at the ruins, one of the night fey attacked without provocation. A mass of deadly thorns leapt up all around us, causing us all but wasp and its rider pain, until it was nullified and banished by Sakorat's prayers to the Lord of the Green Claw. I briefly caught sight of an old-looking fey with hair of thorns and vines and skin of bark. A Woodwose, deadly night fey with a mastery of wood, thorns and vines. Lukkar advanced briefly towards it, only to be stopped by another mass of thorns. I was trapped within, and soon the grass itself was clawing at me. I heard the battlecries of Zuridah, Syndius and Lukkar, and the prayers of Sakorat, which forced the night fey to flee to the fey realm.

After half an hour of hacking at thorns, myself, Andruga and Deng were set free. We are having a brief rest before moving on. Sakorat told me he observed Andruga jumping during the battle like a frog, leaping forty foot at a time. I have no idea how he has manifested this power. I'm not entirely sure I wish to know.
We are ready now. It is time to enter the heart of the ruins of Blackblade.

Midday

A few night fey were visible on our approach to the central towers of Blackblade, but none disturbed us. I believe our earlier exploits today warned them off. Andruga and Sydnius directed us around several long vined plants known as "assassin trees". Nasty things, but part of the Green nonetheless.

A lone man awaited us in the ruins of one of the towers. Why he chose to face us alone I have no idea. He wore armour and shield emblazoned with the old symbol of the BlackBlade family, and rode atop a black faerie steed with a single lance-like horn atop it's brow. A large black hound the size of a direwolf glared at us from beside its master. This was the lord of the night fey here, the faerie guardian of Blackblade, and last of his name, Thrassius BlackBlade. The wielder of Night's Return.

He gave a stark warning which we chose to ignore, and battle ensued. As we gathered together to receive one of Sakorat's spells, BlackBlade's magic called up a green mist of choking gas, from which most of us staggered unharmed, except for Andruga and most of Sydnius'es pack. Zuridah, Deng and Sydnius on his wasp surged forward, Lukkar supporting with his archery, all of us blessed by Sakorat's prayers. BlackBlade was protected by several defensive magicks, and he was clearly an experienced warrior. He called down curses on several of our own combatants, although only Sydnius succumbed. In short order, his hound and then mount fell before our fury, with Andruga and myself joining the fray and Sakorat summoning the lightning from the rod of power he bore.

Thrassius, enraged by our efforts, set about us with a fury, felling Zuridah and running his sword through the unlucky Andruga, another victim on the road of adventure. But he had not stopped the veterans of the Company of the Valiant Blade, for between Deng's blades and Lukkar's arrows, he fell to our combined strength, the last goblin finishing the task. Where Thrassius fell, a thorn bush sprang up, made of blades black as night, a reminder of his passing.

We spent little time in celebration, with night fey gathering near. With Night's Return in our possession, and the other spoils of war taken from the faerie lord, we fled the ruins with the body of our fallen companion.

A few hours took us well down the Old Blackblade Road towards Whistlesprings, and we camped still inside Highkeep Forest.

Night

Some droonies visited us earlier this evening, seeming to know we carried Night's Return, but staying only a short time in their spriggan forms. They are cursed fey, spending most of thier lives haunting roads in the form of horses, only able to spend a short hour each night in their natural form of the spriggans they once were. But night fey they still are, tricky and cruel.

Deng gave us some disturbing news when the droonies left. He had not received a message from Highkeep. Foreboding news indeed.

Fireday, 2nd of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

Our efforts have been in vain! At Whistlesprings we were told of the fall of Highkeep, ravaged by hordes of night fey lead by iron trolls. There was tell of HighKeeps who had survived and fled towards Southwatch, but Lord Eurus was seen defending his keep to the death.

After gathering provisions, Southwatch is where we now head. May the Green grant us strength.

Earthday, 3rd of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

We make good time towards Southwatch. There are still many tales of misdeeds done by the night fey. Having Night's Return is not enough to stop them. Someone with strength must hold it and command them. Let us see if the HighKeeps who remain are those people.

Deng is talking of settling down at Nightjewel Mansion, his work done. It will be a blow to us if he does, as a founding member of the Company of the Valiant Blade.

Otherday, 5th of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

At Southwatch we rest tonight. Lady Fulvia HighKeep took Night's Return, giving us the sword Starclap as payment. They had lost the magical pavilion in flight from Highkeep, but we did not force the issue.

The HighKeep family is ruined. Most of their retainers are dead, their castle razed to the ground, their people living in terror of the night fey. Only two of the family live, with one of them driven half-mad by hatred. I do not see them prospering in the future.

Fulvia has trouble holding Night's Return, for she is no warrior. Their fate seems to be in the hands of the SouthWatch family. Maybe they are not worthy of continuing their rule, for they have failed in their charge.

Airday, 6th of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

I held a memorial for Andruga and we are sorting out our shares of the rewards from the last adventure. I plan to have a sword of cold-iron forged, with enchantments laid which harm the night fey. They must be driven from Highkeep, and it is my task to try.

Deng has announced his retirement from the Company of the Valiant Blade. We gather now to choose a new leader. It will likely be Sakorat, as he has the force of personality to manage a group such as this. Lukkar is a founding member, but a goblin is not suitable to guide a renowned group as ours. Sydnius had no interest but in his beasts, and the tain ha no interest beyond battle.

Waterday, 9th of Firstmonth, 1534 ER

We rest and train now, awaiting our next quest. More people come to worship at Sakorat's feet, knowing little of him but the chance to rise to glory. Fawning and pathetic. They disgust me.

What is to happen to the lands of Highkeep now? Many of it's people are fleeing, and no doubt others will wish to use it for their own end. Without a strong hand, I see it falling to ruin and banditry, with outlaws, warlocks and worse gathering there. Maybe my duty has changed, maybe we can make a difference here. May the Green guide my Blade.

End of Session Twenty

 

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After this stage, the party are now

Lukkar, goblin male from the Deeps, Scout 9 / Falcon Totem Warrior 1
Sakorat, naiad male brought up among humans from Bukon, Cleric 10 of Tunli and the Lord of the Green Claw
Sydnius, son of Arthyen, human male of the Horse Beastclan, Ranger 4 / Packlord 6
Zuridah, daughter of Ismah, tain female of the Hydra Beastclan, Tain Paragon 3 / Fighter 7

with one NPC:

Shegall Harrowborn, human male from Sohal, Champion of the Green 8

and one retired leader:

Deng of the Sudjai, salamander male from the Kethor Wastes, Scout 5 / Elk Totem Warrior 2 / Dervish 3

 

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The story is now restored back to where it was before the ENWorld crash, when it had about 2000 views. Thanks to all who have reached this stage

Time for the update from last session.