the Kyri Chronicles - last updated 22 Oct

[Plane Sailing]

Interlude

The trip back to the village of Ossington is uneventful, and the party spend the next couple of weeks of Floodwater helping the villagers to clear up and settle down.

Then it is time for partings. Lysander bids them farewell and Asura's blessing as he heads back towards Knightsbridge, to see what he can do for the refugees there.

K'tan, also, has decided to part company with the adventurers. He misses his friend M'ir, and feels that the party is not working directly enough to counter the mind flayer threat. He plans to return to Cadlan and gain new direction from there - although he gathers promises from his friends to summon him should they come across more news of the ancient enemy. He shares with them once again all the news and stories of the strange times in Knightsbridge when he realises that none of those that remain actually took part in those days. Lysander is leaving them and all the rest are in their graves. He sighs and leaves them, unlocking a newly discovered power to transform himself into a great eagle to fly home.

Trajan, Anne-Marie and Arilyn set off Southwards towards Bridlerest, to continue their interrupted quest to find Jorash, the craftsman who apparently has contacts with the mysterious dwarves. Dala promises to follow along later, privately concerned to find that the farmer who gave them hospitality when they first arrived has been murdered, and the "daughter" who gave him comfort that night has vanished. Did she run away... or was she one of the fiendishly touched creatures too?

Mounted up, they travel South on the great trade road. After a day they catch up with a brightly coloured wagon and make friends with the garrulous merchant who is taking his wares down to Bridlerest for the Greening Fair next week. He waxes lyrical about the wonders of the city, and the finest craftsmen in all the Southlands.

The continue on, entertained by his company and the opportunity to have a sense of normality in their life, even if only for a while.

next: The Mounted Inquisition

Cheers

 

[Krellic]

Nice to see a definite sense of closure from this 'episode'. I look forward to seeing who our new stars (new PCs) will be when the next installment starts!

Good stuff.

 

[Piratecat]

Ha! I have Plane Sailing captive here in Boston. If you want him returned, please send me cash - lots and lots of cash. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let him come home safely.

In the mean time, though, he's playing NPCs for me.

 

[Darklone]

Ugh, kitty kitty, want fish?

 

[Darklone]

Uhm, how do you bribe a piratecat.... Want a goldfish?

 

[Plane Sailing]

Scurry...

Search...

Upends furniture...

Ah-ha!

Dusts off storyhour

Back from hols in Sunny USA, I'll get catching up in the next day or two.

Thanks to those who met PC's astonishingly high reserve price for my release

 

[Old One]

Welcome Back!

Scurry...

Search...

Upends furniture...

Ah-ha!

Dusts off storyhour

Back from hols in Sunny USA, I'll get catching up in the next day or two.

Thanks to those who met PC's astonishingly high reserve price for my release

Alex,

Glad to see you back safe and sound! How was your trip? Was your guest shot at Pkitty's as fun as it sounds?

Best to you,

~ Old One

 

[Plane Sailing]

Re: Welcome Back!

Alex,

Glad to see you back safe and sound! How was your trip? Was your guest shot at Pkitty's as fun as it sounds?

Best to you,

~ Old One

We had a fantastic time. PC and KidC looked after us in Boston (and I got to play in Sagiro's AND PC's campaigns - how cool is that!). We then popped down to Rhode Island to visit an uncle of mine, then up to Vermont to look at trees and other local attractions. Restful and relaxing. Especially driving on the roads up there! We'd play "spot the car" on some stretches, and even the roads marked as "seriously winding" were lovely smooth curves compared to the cart-tracks-with-tarmac that we have in my neck of the woods!.

On interesting thing that I noticed in both of their DM'ing styles - they were much more likely to say "Yes" than "No" when asked a question, or when one of the players tried something a little off-the-wall, and I'm sure that added to the overall atmosphere immensely.

- Oh yes, and I met Ben (Wulf Ratbane) Durbin, who is a really nice guy too.

For my first visit to the States, it was a great introduction.

Cheers

 

[Darklone]

Wulf Ratbane is a nice guy? Ah... the player... Wulf himself would probably be p***ed off if you call him nice!

I'll miss my goldfishes...

 

[Plane Sailing]

Trajan, Anne-Marie and Arilyn decide that the time has come to set off towards Bridlerest, and attempt to find the craftsman who has contact with the dwarves. Dala is upset to learn that the farm girl he spent a night with has disappeared and her father is dead. He plans to spend a little more time in the village setting things to rights and will follow on later.

During their first days travel southwards they come across a merchant with a single caravan, and fall in alongside him, glad of his company and smiling at his homespun wisdom.

Early in the morning of the next day, just as they are finishing their breakfast, they become aware of a group of horsemen galloping down the road in their direction, pennants and cloaks flying. Each of them wears a grey and yellow cloak, with their hood thrown back. Drawing up about thirty feet away, their shaven heads are clearly visible, with white headbands similar to Trajan’s across their brow.

“Hold, strangers!” one calls out imperiously. “We seek the renegade Lysander! You match descriptions of some of his travelling companions. Tell us what you know!”

Arilyn recognises their Singharese accents, and moves behind her two friends. There is old enmity between her people and those who now stand before them. “Keep hidden, Zeph” she whispers to her familiar, who ducks behind the wagon.

Trajan stands forward. “We know of no renegade. Peace be with you on your journeys”.

There is some whispering amongst them.

“Southlander scum” the spokesman calls out. “How dare you sully the garb of our holy order with your pagan flesh and ways?”

“I do not offend my god. Nor should you” Trajan replies in measured tones.

“Don’t bandy words with your betters” one of the mounted Jazumai calls out. Another one breaks in - “look at his headband! He bears the mark of the heretics!”

Trajan thinks up to the lightning slash which divides the circle on the front of his headband, the new headband presented to him by his master when the hermit had initiated him into the training of the sword saints. What had the old man said about a pogrom to eradicate his kind?