StalkingBlue
First Post
Tane's account, by Tane's player
Having thanked the elves for their gifts and said their goodbyes, Tane, Jezzt and Jarod were about to leave for Dargham’s Folly.
Then two strange elves approached the trio and took Jarod to one side. A brief whispered conversation followed. Then Jarod turned back to Tane and Jezzt.
"I am sorry, I must go. There is a grave situation and my masonry skills are needed. Please say goodbye to Zana for me and remember to keep in touch when you can."
With that, he turned and followed the two elves.
Tane thought that with the Keep of the Cataracts being under siege, it made sense to get every available stonemason there as quickly as possible.
The journey back was uneventful and quiet. Tane was getting used to being separated from Keeran his brother, who had volunteered to stay behind in Heren-Nin so he could guide the elves to the hiding place of the drum full of vile essence. Jezzt seemed to be missing Loren. So it was only the pair of them who arrived at Dargham’s Folly. Having thanked their anonymous elven guide they entered into the camp.
The first person they sought out was Zana. The warrior looked shocked to see only two of them and immediately wanted to know where everyone else was. Jezzt started telling her the story of their journey to the elven town but then asked Tane to continue. She looked too upset to finish the story. Tane did so and saw Zana pale as the story developed. The potential disaster of the drum, the deaths of Kiriel and Loren, the forest defending itself, the questioning by the elves and their particular interest in Jezzt; Zana was obviously upset but she told the group that a new gnome trader had arrived. He was closeted with Dimgol at the moment. The group was also informed that they were to see Captain Bernt as soon as they could. Knowing Bernt, that meant now. On the way there, Zana also told them that there had been a certain amount of tension between the humans and elves in the camp. She said it in a tone of voice which suggested that that was all the camp needed at this time.
Everyone went to Bernt’s building. They were quickly admitted and inside they found Bernt, Nayeen and a strange elf. This elf was small, dark with long hair and numerous tattoos. Tane recognised him as one of the southern jungle elves. He wondered what the stranger was doing so far north. He didn’t have time to wonder long though. Bernt turned to them and wanted to know what had happened. As with Zana, he was told. He then informed the group that a group had been sent to see if they could delay the diggers and the building of the temple. In the meantime he turned to Nayeen and motioned for her to take over.
Nayeen turned to the group and said: “You will escort Jan Wym a gnome trader. He has dealt with Zoidan before and has the goods that Zoidan wants for the horses. Those horses are very important to our war effort here. One other thing; above all, your mission is to prevent the capture of the gnome. He is not to be taken alive. That is of the utmost importance.”
Tane asked: “How many horses are we talking about here?”
Nayeen replied: “About two dozen”.
“How are we going to handle twenty four horses. I think the only person who has any experience with horses here is Zana.”
“That is Jan’s problem. He has done it before. I am sure he will be able to do it again. Anyway, your primary mission is to protect him, remember”.
“In other words,” thought Tane to himself, “I don’t know but its your problem.”
Ah well, he would have to remember Nayeen’s words. The horses were very important but the most important thing of all was to protect the gnome and in extreme circumstances prevent his capture by any means.
Tane remembered the letter which had been recovered from the goblins. That letter certainly suggested that Zoidan was less than trustworthy. It clearly said that “he had made other arrangements” and that he should be met with force.
Bernt then turned to the group and put a roughly sketched map on his table. He rapidly traced the route the group was to take. South through the forest then into the foothills near the town of Al-Kadil.
“In the foothills you will meet with a band of orcmen led by Bendo. Be careful of him. We cannot tell how much we can trust him at the moment but he may help you. Go to Dimgol; tell him to give you the barrel of original Goblintongue. You will give this to Bendo as a gift from me. That may make him more amenable. He is a strange one. Difficult to predict. You need to set out first thing tomorrow. Make sure you ask Jan to give you the cloaks. Any questions?”
Tane said: “Just one. Who is that?”
“Who?” replied Bernt.
Tane pointed at the jungle elf.
Nayeen replied. “This is Apari Ghostwalker. He has some skill in the woods. He will be able to help you.”
The group was then dismissed and Apari joined them. Tane and the others went to see Dimgol. They found him with another gnome. This one looked considerably older, with white hair and a face so lined and tan it could have been mistaken for cracked leather.
Tane and the others introduced themselves.
Tane asked: “Are you Jan Wym?”
He found two very bright piercing eyes looking at him. “Yes, but its just Jann”.
“Good. We are your escort. We will leave first thing in the morning. It is good to meet you. I have one question for you. How are we going to handle two dozen horses. Nayeen said you would know how.”
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s not a problem. We will lead them. I can lead them. We’ll have no problem young one. You worry too much. I can tell. Always worrying. It will happen.”
Some more conversation followed and then everyone stood up to retire. As Zana was walking away, she seemed to stagger and fall. Tane realised that he had seen her drinking pretty steadily throughout the afternoon and that she was in her cups. Jezzt moved forward to help her and together the two women retired. Tane saw that Jann was aware of the incident. Tane was sure the gnome missed very little.
The next morning everyone was fresh. Zana did not seem the worse for wear after her indulgence of the night before. There was a brief conversation about Jann’s cloaks. Apari wanted to know where they were and Jan at first pretended that he didn’t know what he was talking about and then compromised by promising to lend them to the group after they left the woods.
Just before they left, Jezzt came out of Dimgol’s shop clutching a filthy, rusty sheathed sword that was covered in cobwebs. However it was very large and she was grinning happily, clutching it to her torso.
The group set out. Apari mentioned that he was not only good in the woods but that he also had some magical ability including healing and the miraculous berry that filled one up for the day. Jan had three mules loaded with all sorts of sacks, barrels, bags and sundry containers. Tane scouted ahead with the group arranged behind him. Zana was riding her horse now named Binky. The name had come to her in a dream or so she said. Tane speculated about just how much she had been drinking to get dreams like that. At least the group was now dressed pretty universally in well-made refugee studded leather which meant they were pretty silent. Tane saw that Jann had a suit as well.
The group made good time during the day and settled down for the night. Tane fell asleep but was then woken up by screaming and shouting. He saw Zana and Jezzt facing away from him, two strangers with bows next to them, Apari up in a tree about to jump down, the mules in turmoil and Jann trying to calm them down. He also heard something large crashing its way through the forest in their direction. He jumped up and loaded his crossbow. He began to see glimpses of a large creature with a very big axe which seemed to be mindlessly tearing its way through the forest, trailing vines, branches and fronds. Tane moved forward and got ready to fire at it. It moved into the open and charged, pretty much ignoring the arrows that glanced off it from the two archers. In the open, it was obviously dead with half its skull missing. Its charge took it next to Jezzt who used her new greatsword to take a large chunk out of it. Even the fell could tell who was the most dangerous in the group and it retaliated with its axe, which smote Jezzt and staggered her. Tane, as usual, missed with his crossbow. Then Zana also hit it and finally the creature fell. Moments later, Zana took hold of everyone and drew them back as a large vine entwined itself around the creature and drew it back into the undergrowth.
Tane talked briefly with Semmo and Tom, the two strangers. They had been part of a patrol, which had been scattered by this creature, which they called an Uruk. They had drawn it into an assassin vine but unfortunately the uruk was pretty much walking through it. They were glad they had run into the camp as they were running out of arrows and options. Then they decided to try to find the rest of their patrol. An exchange of arrows for trail rations was made and the group went back to sleep.
The next morning the group waited until Apari recovered and set out. Nothing happened on that day and for the next twelve days after. Then it was time to leave the forest and enter the foothills. According to Jann, there were paths through them. As the group left the forest, the cloaks were mentioned again and this time Jann went to his mules and produced four what he called elven cloaks. These helped the wearers meld into the background and hid one magical aura. Tane considered that his chances of gaining something with a magical aura were slim to none but certainly this melding was very helpful to his hiding skills, especially when added to the amulet he had borrowed from his brother.
Thus equipped with the cloaks they set out although it didn’t really do much good for Zana while she was riding her horse. Little happened with one exception. Tane heard voices ahead. Running back to the group he asked them to stop while he investigated. Together with Apari he went forward and saw a strange depression ahead. Crawling to the edge, they saw a group of orcs with a leader. Some of them were wounded and one was pretty close to death. The others congregated around him. Tane was pretty sure he knew what was coming next but he left Apari on watch and went to the group. A quick decision was taken to make a detour. Tane signaled Apari back and the group took another direction. The orcs were avoided and the group resumed their journey. Again scouting, Tane this time spotted two humans, orcmen by their distinctive dress and hairstyles. He went back to the group and it was decided that in this case openness was the best policy. So the group now moved forward with little effort to hide and soon they were hailed. Jann seemed to know one of the guards, a fellow named Moon possibly by his strange head, a large round face of which one half was covered with black skin. The whole effect was truly eerie. He and Jann were getting on very well though and the group was then guided to the orcman camp, past approximately another dozen guards.
The orcman camp consisted of a large structure built against the side of a hill with a tent roof, which was almost leaning against the hill. The tent roof was a patchwork of cloth, skin and other materials, which Tane couldn’t identify. A tunnel mouth, leading to the area under the tent roof, was guarded by two men. Again they were familiar with Jan, who passed them unconcerned. When everyone else tried to follow the gnome the guard stopped them. Tane called out after Jan who confirmed that the group was with him. The guards relented a little but insisted that everyone leave their weapons at the entrance. Everyone did so. Zana refused to leave her sword, calling it a heirloom but she did bind it in front of the guards. Tane managed to smuggle a dagger in the small of his back. Having mostly disarmed themselves, the group hurried into the tunnel. They entered a strange eerie tunnel where their footsteps echoed, no matter how softly they stepped. There were also bas-reliefs on the walls depicting strange stocky but powerful looking individuals.
Finally they entered into an open area. They saw a figure sitting on a chair on top of a mound to stones and rocks. Jann was already sitting in front of it and looked to be deep in conversation. Another figure was there, a woman, small, dark haired, with a large sword; Tane recognised her as a Sarcossan. The figure on top of the mound, who Tane assumed to be Bendo, was of a large warrior who had seen better days. Once powerful muscles now looked flabby and he had a large, red drinker’s nose.
The group stood by Jan, who was nattering away. Bendo then turned his attention to them. There were a couple of awkward moments when he asked why they were here and why they were escorting Jann when the trader had mostly been on his own before. Zana explained that this was due to the increased orc activity. He was also put out that when a little further into the conversation, he was told about the orc patrol in the depression. He called for Moon to go and sort it out. Relations improved dramatically however, when the group brought him Bernt’s gift of the barrel. Original Goblintongue, with the tongues in it, apparently was a great favourite. Dinner was served with goblintongue. In fact, everything was served with goblintongue. Bendo consumed a vast quantity of it. After dinner everyone settled down. However, Tane watched and listened as Jan and Bendo discussed business. He didn’t understand any of it but he watched and listened as the gnome practiced his craft, referring to goods, movements and barters made in the past and to be made in the future. All of a sudden there seemed to be a lot of goods on those mules. The woman, whose name he now knew to be Ailar, watched impassively.
Having thanked the elves for their gifts and said their goodbyes, Tane, Jezzt and Jarod were about to leave for Dargham’s Folly.
Then two strange elves approached the trio and took Jarod to one side. A brief whispered conversation followed. Then Jarod turned back to Tane and Jezzt.
"I am sorry, I must go. There is a grave situation and my masonry skills are needed. Please say goodbye to Zana for me and remember to keep in touch when you can."
With that, he turned and followed the two elves.
Tane thought that with the Keep of the Cataracts being under siege, it made sense to get every available stonemason there as quickly as possible.
The journey back was uneventful and quiet. Tane was getting used to being separated from Keeran his brother, who had volunteered to stay behind in Heren-Nin so he could guide the elves to the hiding place of the drum full of vile essence. Jezzt seemed to be missing Loren. So it was only the pair of them who arrived at Dargham’s Folly. Having thanked their anonymous elven guide they entered into the camp.
The first person they sought out was Zana. The warrior looked shocked to see only two of them and immediately wanted to know where everyone else was. Jezzt started telling her the story of their journey to the elven town but then asked Tane to continue. She looked too upset to finish the story. Tane did so and saw Zana pale as the story developed. The potential disaster of the drum, the deaths of Kiriel and Loren, the forest defending itself, the questioning by the elves and their particular interest in Jezzt; Zana was obviously upset but she told the group that a new gnome trader had arrived. He was closeted with Dimgol at the moment. The group was also informed that they were to see Captain Bernt as soon as they could. Knowing Bernt, that meant now. On the way there, Zana also told them that there had been a certain amount of tension between the humans and elves in the camp. She said it in a tone of voice which suggested that that was all the camp needed at this time.
Everyone went to Bernt’s building. They were quickly admitted and inside they found Bernt, Nayeen and a strange elf. This elf was small, dark with long hair and numerous tattoos. Tane recognised him as one of the southern jungle elves. He wondered what the stranger was doing so far north. He didn’t have time to wonder long though. Bernt turned to them and wanted to know what had happened. As with Zana, he was told. He then informed the group that a group had been sent to see if they could delay the diggers and the building of the temple. In the meantime he turned to Nayeen and motioned for her to take over.
Nayeen turned to the group and said: “You will escort Jan Wym a gnome trader. He has dealt with Zoidan before and has the goods that Zoidan wants for the horses. Those horses are very important to our war effort here. One other thing; above all, your mission is to prevent the capture of the gnome. He is not to be taken alive. That is of the utmost importance.”
Tane asked: “How many horses are we talking about here?”
Nayeen replied: “About two dozen”.
“How are we going to handle twenty four horses. I think the only person who has any experience with horses here is Zana.”
“That is Jan’s problem. He has done it before. I am sure he will be able to do it again. Anyway, your primary mission is to protect him, remember”.
“In other words,” thought Tane to himself, “I don’t know but its your problem.”
Ah well, he would have to remember Nayeen’s words. The horses were very important but the most important thing of all was to protect the gnome and in extreme circumstances prevent his capture by any means.
Tane remembered the letter which had been recovered from the goblins. That letter certainly suggested that Zoidan was less than trustworthy. It clearly said that “he had made other arrangements” and that he should be met with force.
Bernt then turned to the group and put a roughly sketched map on his table. He rapidly traced the route the group was to take. South through the forest then into the foothills near the town of Al-Kadil.
“In the foothills you will meet with a band of orcmen led by Bendo. Be careful of him. We cannot tell how much we can trust him at the moment but he may help you. Go to Dimgol; tell him to give you the barrel of original Goblintongue. You will give this to Bendo as a gift from me. That may make him more amenable. He is a strange one. Difficult to predict. You need to set out first thing tomorrow. Make sure you ask Jan to give you the cloaks. Any questions?”
Tane said: “Just one. Who is that?”
“Who?” replied Bernt.
Tane pointed at the jungle elf.
Nayeen replied. “This is Apari Ghostwalker. He has some skill in the woods. He will be able to help you.”
The group was then dismissed and Apari joined them. Tane and the others went to see Dimgol. They found him with another gnome. This one looked considerably older, with white hair and a face so lined and tan it could have been mistaken for cracked leather.
Tane and the others introduced themselves.
Tane asked: “Are you Jan Wym?”
He found two very bright piercing eyes looking at him. “Yes, but its just Jann”.
“Good. We are your escort. We will leave first thing in the morning. It is good to meet you. I have one question for you. How are we going to handle two dozen horses. Nayeen said you would know how.”
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s not a problem. We will lead them. I can lead them. We’ll have no problem young one. You worry too much. I can tell. Always worrying. It will happen.”
Some more conversation followed and then everyone stood up to retire. As Zana was walking away, she seemed to stagger and fall. Tane realised that he had seen her drinking pretty steadily throughout the afternoon and that she was in her cups. Jezzt moved forward to help her and together the two women retired. Tane saw that Jann was aware of the incident. Tane was sure the gnome missed very little.
The next morning everyone was fresh. Zana did not seem the worse for wear after her indulgence of the night before. There was a brief conversation about Jann’s cloaks. Apari wanted to know where they were and Jan at first pretended that he didn’t know what he was talking about and then compromised by promising to lend them to the group after they left the woods.
Just before they left, Jezzt came out of Dimgol’s shop clutching a filthy, rusty sheathed sword that was covered in cobwebs. However it was very large and she was grinning happily, clutching it to her torso.
The group set out. Apari mentioned that he was not only good in the woods but that he also had some magical ability including healing and the miraculous berry that filled one up for the day. Jan had three mules loaded with all sorts of sacks, barrels, bags and sundry containers. Tane scouted ahead with the group arranged behind him. Zana was riding her horse now named Binky. The name had come to her in a dream or so she said. Tane speculated about just how much she had been drinking to get dreams like that. At least the group was now dressed pretty universally in well-made refugee studded leather which meant they were pretty silent. Tane saw that Jann had a suit as well.
The group made good time during the day and settled down for the night. Tane fell asleep but was then woken up by screaming and shouting. He saw Zana and Jezzt facing away from him, two strangers with bows next to them, Apari up in a tree about to jump down, the mules in turmoil and Jann trying to calm them down. He also heard something large crashing its way through the forest in their direction. He jumped up and loaded his crossbow. He began to see glimpses of a large creature with a very big axe which seemed to be mindlessly tearing its way through the forest, trailing vines, branches and fronds. Tane moved forward and got ready to fire at it. It moved into the open and charged, pretty much ignoring the arrows that glanced off it from the two archers. In the open, it was obviously dead with half its skull missing. Its charge took it next to Jezzt who used her new greatsword to take a large chunk out of it. Even the fell could tell who was the most dangerous in the group and it retaliated with its axe, which smote Jezzt and staggered her. Tane, as usual, missed with his crossbow. Then Zana also hit it and finally the creature fell. Moments later, Zana took hold of everyone and drew them back as a large vine entwined itself around the creature and drew it back into the undergrowth.
Tane talked briefly with Semmo and Tom, the two strangers. They had been part of a patrol, which had been scattered by this creature, which they called an Uruk. They had drawn it into an assassin vine but unfortunately the uruk was pretty much walking through it. They were glad they had run into the camp as they were running out of arrows and options. Then they decided to try to find the rest of their patrol. An exchange of arrows for trail rations was made and the group went back to sleep.
The next morning the group waited until Apari recovered and set out. Nothing happened on that day and for the next twelve days after. Then it was time to leave the forest and enter the foothills. According to Jann, there were paths through them. As the group left the forest, the cloaks were mentioned again and this time Jann went to his mules and produced four what he called elven cloaks. These helped the wearers meld into the background and hid one magical aura. Tane considered that his chances of gaining something with a magical aura were slim to none but certainly this melding was very helpful to his hiding skills, especially when added to the amulet he had borrowed from his brother.
Thus equipped with the cloaks they set out although it didn’t really do much good for Zana while she was riding her horse. Little happened with one exception. Tane heard voices ahead. Running back to the group he asked them to stop while he investigated. Together with Apari he went forward and saw a strange depression ahead. Crawling to the edge, they saw a group of orcs with a leader. Some of them were wounded and one was pretty close to death. The others congregated around him. Tane was pretty sure he knew what was coming next but he left Apari on watch and went to the group. A quick decision was taken to make a detour. Tane signaled Apari back and the group took another direction. The orcs were avoided and the group resumed their journey. Again scouting, Tane this time spotted two humans, orcmen by their distinctive dress and hairstyles. He went back to the group and it was decided that in this case openness was the best policy. So the group now moved forward with little effort to hide and soon they were hailed. Jann seemed to know one of the guards, a fellow named Moon possibly by his strange head, a large round face of which one half was covered with black skin. The whole effect was truly eerie. He and Jann were getting on very well though and the group was then guided to the orcman camp, past approximately another dozen guards.
The orcman camp consisted of a large structure built against the side of a hill with a tent roof, which was almost leaning against the hill. The tent roof was a patchwork of cloth, skin and other materials, which Tane couldn’t identify. A tunnel mouth, leading to the area under the tent roof, was guarded by two men. Again they were familiar with Jan, who passed them unconcerned. When everyone else tried to follow the gnome the guard stopped them. Tane called out after Jan who confirmed that the group was with him. The guards relented a little but insisted that everyone leave their weapons at the entrance. Everyone did so. Zana refused to leave her sword, calling it a heirloom but she did bind it in front of the guards. Tane managed to smuggle a dagger in the small of his back. Having mostly disarmed themselves, the group hurried into the tunnel. They entered a strange eerie tunnel where their footsteps echoed, no matter how softly they stepped. There were also bas-reliefs on the walls depicting strange stocky but powerful looking individuals.
Finally they entered into an open area. They saw a figure sitting on a chair on top of a mound to stones and rocks. Jann was already sitting in front of it and looked to be deep in conversation. Another figure was there, a woman, small, dark haired, with a large sword; Tane recognised her as a Sarcossan. The figure on top of the mound, who Tane assumed to be Bendo, was of a large warrior who had seen better days. Once powerful muscles now looked flabby and he had a large, red drinker’s nose.
The group stood by Jan, who was nattering away. Bendo then turned his attention to them. There were a couple of awkward moments when he asked why they were here and why they were escorting Jann when the trader had mostly been on his own before. Zana explained that this was due to the increased orc activity. He was also put out that when a little further into the conversation, he was told about the orc patrol in the depression. He called for Moon to go and sort it out. Relations improved dramatically however, when the group brought him Bernt’s gift of the barrel. Original Goblintongue, with the tongues in it, apparently was a great favourite. Dinner was served with goblintongue. In fact, everything was served with goblintongue. Bendo consumed a vast quantity of it. After dinner everyone settled down. However, Tane watched and listened as Jan and Bendo discussed business. He didn’t understand any of it but he watched and listened as the gnome practiced his craft, referring to goods, movements and barters made in the past and to be made in the future. All of a sudden there seemed to be a lot of goods on those mules. The woman, whose name he now knew to be Ailar, watched impassively.