A Gathering of Allies (Part 2)
When we found the road again, Jonas surmised that we were still a half hour ahead of our intended targets. I sat with him for a short while and we discussed what these knights might be like.
“If all accounts hold true,” the bard stated, “the knights of Hammerfell were amongst the best fighters when the island was infested.”
I nodded in agreement. “I, too, have heard of the valor of Hammerfellan knights, but have never heard of Sir Oden since I have come to Xad’Nasser.”
Just then, a loud noise of jostling steel met our ears. Jonas had a confused look upon his face, but I know the sound of steel barding on a mounted horse when I hear it. Shortly thereafter, a column of magnificently arrayed knights, mounted on large warhorses crested the hill. The sun sparkled on their gleaming suits and I found myself eager to rush out and inspect the craftsmanship of such a splendid looking armor. However, to decrease the shock value of my wish to speak with these men, I elected to let Jonas do the talking while I merely waited for an introduction.
“It seems that you will know more about him soon enough,” the bard chuckled to himself. “I shall see if I can strike a parlay with them and find out whether they are friend or foe.”
I nodded my agreement (I’m agreeing quite a bit with this bard, am I losing my rough edge?) and watched him carefully pick his way out of the forest and onto the road to hail the knights.
The lead knight, a splendidly armored human, held up a raised fist and the entire company (as one, might I add!) came to a complete halt approximately 30 feet from the road-blocking bard. I saw that Jonas was speaking, but at this distance, even my talent for reading the lips of others failed in its efficiency. After thinking Jonas asked for a roast duck and a shield, I became frustrated and stopped trying to discern the conversation. One unmistakable motion that the bard made, however, was to point in my direction and raise his voice. I could only think that he was calling my name and that I was being asked to step from the forest.
I strode proudly from the tree line as a proud larcetan warrior should. I held the gaze of the lead knight on my approach, a sign of respect and understanding of equals in my lands, not this foolish human belief that to hold someone’s gaze is as challenging them. When I stood in front of the company, and beside Jonas, I hailed the knight by name and bowed at the waist. Again, only a warrior who has met his equal, or so he believes, makes such a gesture in my country. Of course, I was astounded at the welcome that I received when my introductions and formalities where complete.
As one, Sir Oden, his companion, and the first three ranks of knights behind them, dismounted and kneeled before me in one swift movement. The thunder of steel and the pretentiousness of it all would make any larcetan worth the forge he fires proud to have seen it.
“Greetings, Sir Oden,” I began, as diplomatically and unthreatening as I possibly could make it, “I trust your journey from Hammerfell gave you no trouble?”
Sir Oden looked at me and gave a quick nod of his head to the 48 men mounted and armored behind him, “It will be a cold day in Hell before a creature is born that is of low wits enough to attack a virtual army of paladins.” His chuckle was genuine and I saw no mockery in his tone.
“And you, Sir Bocata Si Nik Nik,” he said with a salute, “I trust you are enjoying your new found freedom?”
“Quite well, actually.” I said with a nod, “But I am not a knight yet, Sir Oden. I have not earned the title nor been given it by any who have such right and privilege.”
Oden gave me a slight wink and crooked a smile, “Ah, good Bocata, but true knights are best exampled by their valor on the field of battle and the courage in their hearts, do you not agree?”
I shrugged noncomittingly, “If that were so, Sir Oden,” I said, measuring my response, “Then there are far more men and larcetan that deserve knighthood than I.” I gave a small laugh, “And they do not even seek it.”
Oden nodded his consent. “Where is your destination?” he asked bluntly, “For surely you did not come this far west to volley pretty words and formalities with the likes of me and my men.”
I was beginning to like this man’s attitude with every word he spoke.
“We are destined for Paladium,” I replied, “We seek to rebuild it.”
Oden’s eyes went wide, “We are also heading to the lost City of Paladins,” he said with a gesture to his men. “We were to stop in Ayr and receive church funded transportation via teleport.”
“We were to take the long way around. To see who and what we could find for our cause along the way.” I said.
Oden looked at me with a great curiousness, “You would bring craftsmen and artisans to a city that is rife with undead?” He asked with an incredulous look upon his face.
“We were not yet sure whether the city had fallen to the likes of them,” I said with another shrug, “it seemed only a trivial thing at best.”
“By all accounts, there are nightwalkers that storm the city, yet for some strange reason it still holds against their advances.” Sir Oden proclaimed with some confidence.
“How do you know this,” Jonas piped up. I’d almost forgotten that the bard was there.
“We have divined the ruins and see that there are a mass of undead around the city, but they do not go into certain parts of it. This is why we mustered 50 of our best men, myself included, to weed out the false citizens of Paladium and reclaim the city.”
I thought on this for a moment. Surely it was a sending from Oti Ni Nuad himself that led Sir Oden to me before I went charging headlong into battle one more time. This time, I may not have escaped with my life.
“What exactly are ‘nightwalkers’?” I asked the Lord Paladin. “I’ve never encountered their type before.”
“They are one of the worst forms of undead known,” he said with a grim face, “they are bigger than even you, Bocata, and have great powers that can drain your life away with a touch.”
This is a most definite sign from my Lord the Hunter. He is trying to teach me patience…and that is a hard lesson for me to learn.
“Will you come with us to our camp,” I asked of the lord paladin. “We are preparing food and will more than likely have plenty to go round.”
“Nay,” said Oden, “my men wish to sleep on a soft bed one more night before we ride into battle on the morrow. I do not blame them, for they all may not return to Hammerfell.”
“However,” he added, “I would join you and talk about other things. If we are to be companions in battle, Bocata, I would learn if the legends are true and would discuss other…,” he looked casually to either side of us, moving only his eyes, “more private matters.”
I nodded in whole-hearted agreement. “I will see you in the camp,” I said as I bowed low again, “Just enter the forest and I will have an agent come to meet you.”
Sir Oden clenched his fist and held it against his heart in salute. “To you a safe journey,” he said with a smile and a turn of his horse, “and also to your luck at finding the choicest of meals for our first dinner together.” He laughed and commanded his men, again, turning in unison on their mounts, and ordered them to march directly west, to the city of Ayr.
It was some time later that eve when Sir Oden and his mount returned to our presence. Jonas and I were busy detailing plans on how to rebuild the city and what forms of commerce and trade we might be able to take up to earn a great amount of gold.
Enough gold to fund a war.
When Sir Oden strode into camp, I reached out (and down) to clamp onto his arm in greetings. Jonas stood and did likewise. I invited the lord paladin to sit and sup with us.
“What is your real reason for traveling out of your homeland,” I asked, pushing all pretenses aside. “Surely your kingdom would aide in a cause if it would fill their coffers and increase their subjects.”
Sir Oden nodded. “Aye, it is a personal mission that I take, and no other.” He scooped some of the excellent stew that Rhen and Archivell had made for the company into a wooden bowl as he spoke. “I would see the City of Paladins restored to its former glory.”
Again, he glanced around and spoke, “It would suit me nicely to start my very own kingdom in the south. One that prospered and used law to rule.”
I nodded my agreement, taking measure of this human who seemed to view the world in an equal way to my own.
“I, unlike yourself, do not specialize in running kingdoms,” I said with a slight grin to my lizard-like face, “I specialize in breaking them.”
Sir Oden, always the one for secrecy, gave a slight nod and a wink, “It is not wise to talk of such things so close to Ayr.” He warned. “It is not known for certain where Zurich is.”
I felt the fool for having spoken so openly about the downfall of the current kingdom, and so close to the capital city! I was silent for a bit as I considered his words.
“You are correct, lord paladin,” I said, “we should speak of our kingdom and how we intend to make it just and profitable.”
For many more hours, we sat in discussion of how our finances would be arranged. It turned out, and not too surprisingly, that Jonas was somewhat wise in the ways of finance and money-handling. I began to wonder if I wasn’t trusting this bard with this information too much, and thus I tried to appear unimpressed with his claims. However, I truly was very impressed.
When it was time to put the campfire out, I surveyed those in the circle of the fire’s light. I did not see Laurel.
“Rhen,” I called softly, “Rhen, have you seen Laurel?”
The ogre that was Rhen turned and nodded in my direction. “She was but a few hundred steps in the easterly direction about half an hour ago.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief. “Keep the watch, can you?” I was feeling tired from my four-day trek and needed some rest soon.
He nodded and went back to watching the forest, not saying a word. I nodded off to sleep and dreamt of slaying undead.
When we awoke, Laurel was in the encampment packed and ready to go. She seemed fully rested if not a little sad.
I stole up to her when the rest of us began packing. “How did it go?” I asked softly, knowing that it still pained her to have to do what she did.
She shrugged, “As well as can be expected, I suppose. We will see what the new day brings.”
The six of us set out to the city of Ayr, where Oden’s men were waiting for us to arrive so that we could all teleport to Paladium. As we entered the city, I wondered if I should enter it in the form of another creature, so that my whereabouts wouldn’t be known. It was absurd of me to think, however, because wizardly and clerical magic can discern the location of just about anything. So, I did not bother to request a form change.
Oden paid for all transports (including those that were with Laurel and I) and we all reached the outskirts of Paladium ready for battle. However, the land was much worse than we ever could have dreamed. The tales of the southland were not descriptive enough.
The ground was as black as ash left from a great fire and not a tree lived within eyesight. The air had a charred, burnt smell to it and one could see particles of dust floating all about in the air. However, nothing compared to the awesome sight of the undead horde that held the city of Paladium under siege.
There must have been several hundreds of them, some powerful, some weak. The Fury was with us, that day, for none of them seemed to be interested in the arrival of 55 armed and battle-ready adventurers but several hundred steps to their south.
I turned to Oden and simply asked, “Now what?”
Oden donned his helmet, closed his visor, and lowered his lance. “We charge!”
Incedentally, I got several good suggestions for the Rager prestige class and how to rework it so that it was more balanced and playable. I have updated that and the stat block for Bocata in the Rogue's Gallery if you care to look. Enjoy the update!