Rastfar
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14, Sek 637 M.Y.
Laarus is an eager fellow. His zeal committed us to a course of action: one that which we were not all agreed upon. Tactically not a sound decision, I’m sure Timotheus and Victoria would agree. And now Argos is dead. When Victoria regains her wits, I’m sure she will be sour and chagrined, but I am unable to ascertain how long that plant’s toxin will course through her veins. Fortunately, none other of our number found such their fate, though Timotheus did certainly come close to awaiting Osiris’ judgment. We felled three of their number, before we could reach an accord. Afterwards of course, we were only able to bind two of them, the last, his wounds proved too grievous for me to bind. I will say this for the warrior, he lays lacerations which are sure and run deep.
‘No plan survives contact with the enemy.’
As I suspected, they do hold Sir Quintus of his own volition, confirming this blood shed was entirely unnecessary. He is enduring something known as the 'Shannis effect', under the care and protection of the Golden Straw Tribe, whom he manipulated to his ends. The knight has debased himself by becoming addicted to this drug which clouds his mind and judgment.
As I understand it, this is the background which has been provided us. Shannis is derived from the pollen of a plant here, which the lizardfolk can harvest safely being immune to its mind-addling effects. The pollen, once harvested, is somehow combined with some variant of mushroom spores, collected from somewhere else near here, by someone else. I do recall someone, Tavius perhaps, mentioning a hermit who lived in the bog and sang to his mushrooms. He may be said person. I shall have to recall to look into this as well.
The Gold Straw tribe of lizardmen has recently moved into the vicinity, escaping the more deadly contested Disputed Territories. They had been harvesting this pollen but decided they would stop. They encountered Sir Quintus who promised to speak to young Lord Swann on their behalf. They wish to pledge their fealty and pay tribute to him in exchange for protection and the grant of lands. Frankly, I think this an exceptional boon to the House, as these lands are near uninhabitable anyway, even for the hardy folk of Bog End. A tribe of lizardmen acting as scouts, couriers, and harriers in times of war, would be an asset indeed, at the least, opening the Beach Road to trade would prove profitable.
Some drug merchants came about looking for the Shannis. Sir Quintus Gosprey encountered the drug traffickers, whom have also been incorrectly referred to as bandits, and decided that he would aid them fearing that if they did not receive what they were after they would return, perhaps in greater numbers, and make a great deal of trouble. In his attempts to allay their suspicions, and get closer to their members, even so far as to uncover who their leader may be, he became addicted to the Shannis. Embarrassed, rightly so, at the way he had conducted himself, he turned to the lizardfolk for aid. He asked to be sequestered until such time as he was able to break the drugs’ physical grasp upon him. In exchange he vowed to speak to Lord Swann on their behalf, something he’d promised to do for quite some time already. Needless to say these lizardfolk are unamused and distrusting of all our kind. Human words no longer carry weight for them. I have promised to bear this message for them, personally, and encouraged them to recognize the Thrician Racial Covenant. I only hope Lord Swann can see the benefit for himself.
In the back of my mind I still feel that someone, Sir Quintus perhaps, did also refer to these bandits, these drug smugglers as pirates. Pirates are plenty, but might these be the same tied to the Tribunisport plot? MacHaven is the drug merchant leader and Connduel is his contact in Tribunisport. I must remember to learn what more I can of these men.
Laarus is an eager fellow. His zeal committed us to a course of action: one that which we were not all agreed upon. Tactically not a sound decision, I’m sure Timotheus and Victoria would agree. And now Argos is dead. When Victoria regains her wits, I’m sure she will be sour and chagrined, but I am unable to ascertain how long that plant’s toxin will course through her veins. Fortunately, none other of our number found such their fate, though Timotheus did certainly come close to awaiting Osiris’ judgment. We felled three of their number, before we could reach an accord. Afterwards of course, we were only able to bind two of them, the last, his wounds proved too grievous for me to bind. I will say this for the warrior, he lays lacerations which are sure and run deep.
‘No plan survives contact with the enemy.’
As I suspected, they do hold Sir Quintus of his own volition, confirming this blood shed was entirely unnecessary. He is enduring something known as the 'Shannis effect', under the care and protection of the Golden Straw Tribe, whom he manipulated to his ends. The knight has debased himself by becoming addicted to this drug which clouds his mind and judgment.
As I understand it, this is the background which has been provided us. Shannis is derived from the pollen of a plant here, which the lizardfolk can harvest safely being immune to its mind-addling effects. The pollen, once harvested, is somehow combined with some variant of mushroom spores, collected from somewhere else near here, by someone else. I do recall someone, Tavius perhaps, mentioning a hermit who lived in the bog and sang to his mushrooms. He may be said person. I shall have to recall to look into this as well.
The Gold Straw tribe of lizardmen has recently moved into the vicinity, escaping the more deadly contested Disputed Territories. They had been harvesting this pollen but decided they would stop. They encountered Sir Quintus who promised to speak to young Lord Swann on their behalf. They wish to pledge their fealty and pay tribute to him in exchange for protection and the grant of lands. Frankly, I think this an exceptional boon to the House, as these lands are near uninhabitable anyway, even for the hardy folk of Bog End. A tribe of lizardmen acting as scouts, couriers, and harriers in times of war, would be an asset indeed, at the least, opening the Beach Road to trade would prove profitable.
Some drug merchants came about looking for the Shannis. Sir Quintus Gosprey encountered the drug traffickers, whom have also been incorrectly referred to as bandits, and decided that he would aid them fearing that if they did not receive what they were after they would return, perhaps in greater numbers, and make a great deal of trouble. In his attempts to allay their suspicions, and get closer to their members, even so far as to uncover who their leader may be, he became addicted to the Shannis. Embarrassed, rightly so, at the way he had conducted himself, he turned to the lizardfolk for aid. He asked to be sequestered until such time as he was able to break the drugs’ physical grasp upon him. In exchange he vowed to speak to Lord Swann on their behalf, something he’d promised to do for quite some time already. Needless to say these lizardfolk are unamused and distrusting of all our kind. Human words no longer carry weight for them. I have promised to bear this message for them, personally, and encouraged them to recognize the Thrician Racial Covenant. I only hope Lord Swann can see the benefit for himself.
In the back of my mind I still feel that someone, Sir Quintus perhaps, did also refer to these bandits, these drug smugglers as pirates. Pirates are plenty, but might these be the same tied to the Tribunisport plot? MacHaven is the drug merchant leader and Connduel is his contact in Tribunisport. I must remember to learn what more I can of these men.
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