Scars of Suldairia

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 2)
rasgo journal

Some the most exciting things happened recently. First, we encountered an Ankheg and killed it, saving the Alaspar from further cattle and townsfolk losses. Baulder bravely led the way and took all of the damage once again. I’m not sure if his armor fits him properly, but he seems like he won’t go down without swinging. Humf healed him again as usual. He appears to have incredible healing abilities that appear endless.

In front of the group, I openly used a power today to hinder the Ankheg from destroying Baulder. Nobody appeared shocked or afraid. It helps to have a couple of others in the group consistently using magic in front of anyone and everyone. It looks like Flotibahl can cast advanced spells too. One day, I’ll be able to thank them for helping me hide my secret and for not trying to understand mine before I get to know them better. They seem like a stand up group of people in general. I’m also sad to see that everyone in this town is drunk and probably unable to fight besides me and possibly Zephyr who drinks like this constantly.

About Xavice, he found a ring and let me take a look to see if I could recognize it. He didn’t have to show it to me, but he did. Maybe he’s just someone trying to help who also has secrets, there’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, does he seem sneaky enough to sneak his way into Shadows in the Dawn? Malphite needs to lay off of the guy a bit.

The 2nd, and most exciting thing is that I finally found someone… Malphite!! get away from the window, someone could see you!!

02 Eleint, 1562DR
"Lost Journal"

The text is written in precise, flawless script on what was once good parchment, but is now so stained and tattered it is largely illegible

“My lord told me of a powerful being that awoke briefly near the keep, and sent me to investigate. I found a lovely young woman sleeping in the valley-”
(A dirt streaked section here is unreadable)
“Father ordered me to bring her back with me, and I felt pretty guilty…”

(A rip obscures several lines here)

“-slept a long time. When she woke, I brought her some water, and apologized, but she didn’t say anything.”
(The ink is smeared here)
“I wanted to know what was going to happen… if I had brought something terrible upon her.”

(Another section of the page is shredded beyond recovery)

“When he woke, he was so angry… She was gone. In my heart, I was glad she escaped, but he had my mother flogged to punish me, -”

(The rest of the page is torn off)

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 1)

So much has happened since last night and there’s so little time to collect my thoughts. We started our trip on horseback and a dire wolf. The dire wolf spooked some of the horses, but not my noble steed. We reached the town after a quarter of a day’s journey down the road and were too late, we just missed another attack. Had we left last night when we got the mission, we could have fended off this last attack. Unfortunately, you can’t change the past, but Malphite keeps reminding me of that fact. The cleric, Humf, began creating copious amounts of water to put out fires, so I followed him and helped. He also healed townsfolk revealing scars that went beyond just his hands. They were also on his feet.

As usual, I began helping and fighting without using any powers, or vomiting like a few others, but then a large battle erupted. I decided that saving the lives were more important than remaining hidden. Wasn’t this why I was called for this battle? I secretly used a couple of powers as I fought. I noticed the bugbears barking orders in the back of the group and shot one and began taunting them to draw attention away from the townsfolk we were sent to protect. They seemed distracted by the large angel and did not attempt to retaliate against me.

And then something happened. In order to better complete the mission, I had to display powers. The decision was made and I threw a ball of ectoplasm like one would throw a disc at a bugbear. Nobody seemed to care, maybe they were busy watching the flashy magical effects. Afterwards, I created a small ectoplasmic dragon that applied the critical tail swipe killing the final standing bugbear. None of the townspeople have mentioned the dragon yet and would probably think it was created by Lei or Humf after their other flashy moves. My party was fully prepared for it already, so hopefully my secret can remain safe.

Somewhere during the fight, Malphite began yelling about that small hooded figure joining the fight, but he was trying to help so I didn’t focus on him too much. I’m sure Malphite has that situation handled.

Malphite was so excited about the action and wanted a more active role. I told him to wait patiently and that his time would come sooner than later seeing how we have a sort of forced trust forming with this group. Why is this rock asking to talk to the cat since I displayed a couple of powers?! There are more important issues at hand!!

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Pre-game)
Rasgo journal

My last several meditations have been over whether I’m being led into a trap and what I should do if that is the case. Now that it’s all resolved in my mind, I can review what has happened the past week.

First, Malphite was and is eager to experience whatever is about to happen to us and the excitement is rubbing off on me, although I try to remain calm and level headed. I have so many questions for my parents about this secretive guild in Sheasbury. Hopefully, I can talk to them soon because no book that I’ve read even mentions this guild. As far as I know, this should be a positive and enriching experience.

I kept going over what Nair and Silan told me and didn’t tell me. If they were who I thought they were, they should have attacked instead of sending me off on a wild goose chase to reach the hideout. I’m relieved to see that they were telling the truth and that this place seems organized.

I have talked to several of my new guild mates excitedly and noticed many battle techniques that I had not yet witnessed, but only read about. The area seemed to be segregated by battle techniques. This was the most interesting part about the whole experience. I found myself often alone observing the different techniques looking for a hint of anything psionic. The closest I saw was arcane magic.

The archers would gather around the target range, which is the only gathering that made sense to me. The close ranged weapon users would spar in the middle area. The low armor arcane users gathered together while some excitedly boasted about their triumphs to each other and others had intellectual conversations. My sister, Nidalee, would certainly be in the boasting crowd while I would gravitate to the intellectual side.

I thought about practicing my techniques and uttering gibberish and waving my hands around, but I had no idea if the arcane users would notice that I was a fake. Malphite urged me to do it, even after I explained to him thoroughly several times why that would be a bad idea for our safety. I had to remain quiet about my ways until I knew I could trust those that witnessed my unique power to not go telling the wrong people, intentionally or not.

Some individuals in the practice room stuck out to me like the shapeshifting druid that turned into a gorilla and joined the melee group without weapons.

I had the pleasure of meeting a dwarf named Humf that gave card readings to individuals almost for free. I tried it and the readings were terribly vague, in such a way that they would apply to almost anyone. Even so, everyone liked him and his hands were badly burned by something. I enjoyed overhearing his readings that he gave. I could see why people enjoyed his company.

There was a half elf named Amben that had a scythe and a long bow, a very odd combination. I figured that she probably also had secrets like me, and didn’t want to divulge too much information. She keeps a large armored dire wolf outside of town as a pet. That’s something you don’t see every day. I admire her ability to keep secrets.

I met a talkative human named Baulder whose heavy armor was badly scratched by beasts of various unknown types. His sword was of very nice quality, but had unkempt cloth wrapped around the handle and too much dangling off of the sword. Baulder would practice a command while striking as if some magic effect would happen, but it never did. He was the only melee fighter that I saw consistently leaving his section. He would go boast with the arcane boasting section.
There was one guy that would practice in the melee section that always kept his dark cloak covering his very small gnomish or halfling body. I never got his name, but he would go in and out a lot. I don’t know of his intentions, but he stands out and will be watched carefully. Malphite won’t stop bringing him up.

One of the intellectuals seemed to talk much more than the rest about philosophy and other things and seemed to win most debates that they had. His nickname was Lai and he was an elf. I enjoyed listening to Lai during his debates and random chats. Oddly, he kept a horse just outside with a violin case, but did not play his violin like the other instrument players that stayed in the boasting group.

Although I got around town too a bit, there was nothing unusual there that I noticed and the practice room was where all of the excitement was. Malphite wanted to spend every minute in that room and I couldn’t blame him.

Earlier today, I was called for my first mission, but I wasn’t given details. I was given money to get a horse for the journey and fell in love with a well mannered, sturdy gem of a horse. She was black with a white head and well kept. I spent some time getting to know her while some of the others in my party went to a festival. There was no way I would be caught dead doing festivities right before a mission of great importance. Proper preparation is something that I pride myself on and would never be caught unprepared if I could help it.

I was glad to see that some of my favorite people in the practice room would be adventuring with me. I was shocked and saddened to see that Humf and Baulder were involved in a drinking contest the day of our mission! Unfortunately, Baulder was mentally destroyed beyond repair, but he had a talking cat with him that he was talking to. The cat was named Flotibahl and didn’t speak common very well when I asked a few questions. All I really found out was that Master Darius somehow got it here from somewhere using some item.

Malphite had question after question for Flotibahl and begged me to let them chat. I refused because he was not allowed to talk to anyone and talking cats were included. My best argument was that even if he did speak to Flotibahl, it would not be in private and the cat would speak out loud to nobody while having a one sided conversation. Malphite tried to reason that a babbling talking cat couldn’t be believed by anyone and that nobody understood most of what she said anyway, but I didn’t cave in.

Just before this meditation began, I was given troubling news. First, there was a small town, Alaspar, being overrun by monsters of some sort without support from the local militia. Second, when given the opportunity to go help immediately, most of the group was too unprepared to stop the slaughter!

Afterwards, during the beginning of this meditation, I had another vision. I was in a large group in combat with what appeared to be humans and monsters fighting along side each other against us. As usual, our group also had beasts of various types fighting along side us. I gave the command and my Hydra sprayed the Annis Hag and the Roper attempting to flank us and prevented them from attacking my fighter friend. I gave a mental command someone opened a portal with a smooth, dark grey cloaker gliding through in full attack mode. As usual, the vision ended as quickly as it began, but it had much more detail than usual. There seemed to be a link between excitement levels during meditation and intensity and vividness of the visions.

I have not figured out the best time to display my powers. This must be thought through quickly and carefully.

The Goblin Ambush (Amben)

I wasn’t expecting very much from these new people, but it seems that most of them can hold their own better than I thought. It doesn’t look like some of them care for Kei very much, but neither of us really care about that anyway. For now, I just want some work to do.

We had to go to a nearby village to help look for some children, but unfortunately we weren’t able to make it there in time to save them. That fat goblin glutton had almost eaten those poor children to the bone; I’m glad he got his comeuppance, an arrow straight in his eye.

If I had been paying attention, I guess I would’ve noticed the small army of goblins that everyone else started fighting while I got a couple of arrows from that gruesome hut. Not that it mattered anyway, I only fired one arrow before my bowstring snapped.

Apparently Kei got some good bites out of one of the goblins, and helped the loud one kill the bugbears. I had to stop him from finishing off the sleeping goblins, apparently we need them alive.

I’m nowhere near close to finding the person I’m looking for, but I hope the trail picks up again soon. In the meantime, I’m writing every encounter down so I can look later for clues to his whereabouts.

Day Eleven
Day Eleven

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Eleven

After leaving the safety of the town walls a large λύκος wearing what appears to be δέρμα πανοπλία approaches our “caravan” of sorts και περιπάτους προς Amben (ήξερα ότι συνεργάστηκε με τα ζώα!) Fellblade rises to a non-existent threat as the kitten in my backpack μας λέει να μην επιτεθεί στο λύκο, clearly this kitten is wiser than κάποιοι μαχητές ξέρω.

Μια μ ε ν β τοποθετεί τον λύκο and we continue on our way. After we made it through the mountain pass and towards the city χωρίς προβλήματα we stopped, then we smelt the smoke. We began racing towards the city σε πλήρη ταχύτητα, μόνο επιβράδυνση to dismount before helping the αμάχων που έχουν τραυματιστεί and putting out the fires.

I instruct Fellblade to gather all of the τραυματίστηκε στο δημαρχείο, και φέρε μου ένα κουτί, because this is going to be interesting. While Fellblade is working I walk around town κατάσβεση πυρκαγιών και trying to coral the rest of the injured. Τέλος, όλες οι πυρκαγιές είναι έξω and the injured are gathered.

Ενίσχυση πάνω στο κουτί, και removing my robes. σημαδεμένος και έκαψαν το σώμα μου στην οθόνη για να το δουν όλοι. my eyes glow a bright green και τα σημάδια και να αρχίσει να καίει βρόχο και περιστρέψτε γύρω μου ως everyone in the building begins to feel better. while I’ve got there undivided attention I try to rally some help to defend η πόλη, η οποία φαίνεται να λειτουργεί, a couple militia members step forward and offer to help, μία φαίνεται να είναι ένας βετεράνος του πολλούς πολέμους ο ίδιος.

Only after επούλωση everyone did κυμαινόμενο μυρωδιά μπάλα anything odd, she said it μύριζε θάνατο, so of course we followed her to it. που μας οδήγησε δικαίωμα μοναχικός δικαίωμα σε σήψη καλύβα, filled to the brim with what looked like μακριά νεκρά παιδιά, at least a couple Αξίζει φορείς. after dispatching the goblin (και τη λήψη δείγματος αίματος) Έχω συγκεντρώσει ένα ζευγάρι από τα χαλαρά υγρών γύρω από τα πτώματα σε μια φιάλη. hopefully to help identify them later.

Leaving the shack a cry split the silence, ο καθένας κοίταξε γρήγορα σε όλη την πόλη και είδε ένα άλλο mass of green goblin flesh advancing. so we charged (Εννοώ ειλικρινά τι άλλο είχαν πρόκειται να κάνουμε;)

Outnumbered 3 to 1, it was never going to be a fair fight, τουλάχιστον για τους καλικάντζαρους, but when Rasgo “κλήση” a celestial being to “μάχη” for us, things get even worse for the goblins. με το μισό της δύναμης κρούσης απενεργοποιήσετε ή νεκρών, και τα άλλα μισά προσπαθούν να ξεφύγουν, το μόνο που έμεινε να κάνουμε ήταν καθαρό το σφάλμα έχει and tie up the unconscious goblins.

Aching and bone tired at this point, I collapsed onto the έδαφος σε ένα μικρό σωρό. Λοξοτομώ ακριβώς αγώνα like I used to

Day Ten
Day Ten

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Ten

Finally I get called for my first assignment, it seems that Έπεσε λεπίδα, και Ρας Go got called too, as well as a couple of other people I’ve seen milling about the place, θέλουμε να επανέλθουμε αργότερα απόψε για να πάρει τις λεπτομέρειες του ταξιδιού και την αποστολή μας.

Ήξερα ότι θα αμφισβητήσουν Fellblade μου σε ένα διαγωνισμό πόσιμο! He seemed quite the fool after I slipped a bit of κακή μπύρα στο ποτό του, I took mine and he took his, and out like a light he went, never suspected a thing, I did warn him after all “dwarven ale be a’might strong for human stomachs” που θα πρέπει να τον πείσει για την δύναμη της μπύρας, maybe I can convert this man after all.

After heartily defeating Fellblade in his contest τσάντα του φάνηκε να κινείται, now I know I didn’t take η κακή μπύρα, so it must be real, right? well it is, and it turns out to be a γατάκι, munching on Fellblades “cwackews”. η γάτα συμβαίνει να μιλούν κοινή, και εγώ αν μπορώ περσίδες so much as look in its direction με τον εντοπισμό μαγεία του. φαινόταν σαν she wanted to make sure we knew her name was flotinbahl.

We head back to the encampment and decide to leave for Όλα παρ. το πρωί, κατά τη διάρκεια της στο βόρειο ορεινό όγκο και μόνο ένα μικρό κομμάτι δυτικά, so it will take the better part of a day to travel.

Before leaving however we find that the military συνήθως σε βήματα για τις μικρές αυτές επιδρομές, but they weren’t, το οποίο φαίνεται περίεργο. As well the military είναι είναι γενικά διαθέσιμες, ή να αποσταλούν από τις μονές επιπόλαιες αποστολές για τη φύλαξη άχρηστα μέρη ή ανθρώπους. It is all very odd.

Even if the military doesn’t show then the militia of the town can usually take care of everything before it gets out of hand, αυτό σαφώς δεν ισχύει, εάν είχαν φώναξε να fight for some small town.

Day Eight
Day Eight

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Eight

A few people have caught my attention, theres a man here. appears human, goes by the name of Έπεσε λεπίδα. I’ve been watching him over the last few days and he spends alot of time στις ταβέρνες παραγγελία μερικές από τις “λιγότερο ισχυρό” ποτά ,then he goes off to practice his “Έπεσε λεπίδα Απεργία” or something along those lines. Φαίνεται ότι το είδος του ανθρώπου να ανέλθει σε μια πρόκληση

Another such person seems to be γυναικών από όλους τους λογαριασμούς, και αυτή doesn’t spend a lot of time in the building, but comes back faithfully every night before dusk, Μπορώ να καταλάβω που πρέπει να κάνει κάτι με τα άγρια ​​ζώα or such otherwise αυτή would be out later than that, it’s perfectly safe in the city for us inn’it? Appears to be secretive, but I wouldn’t know τίποτα γι ’αυτό, τώρα θα έχω?

Lastly there is someone named γνώρισμα, he seems awfully attached to κολιέ του, might fetch a high price to the right person I surmise, αλλά μόνο από βιαστική ματιά there doesn’t seem to be anything special about it other than μαγική φύση της, he seems like the kind to think κάθε κατάσταση μέσα.

Day Five
Day Five

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Five

People continue to come in and out almost daily, μερικά άδεια και δεν έρχονται πίσω whereas a few come and never go. a couple people have noticed me practicing my scythe attack and have inquired as to how its done, αλλά εγώ ποτέ δεν θα πω, and occasionally I prank the archers with άλλα «μικρή δύναμη» μου ο άνεμος knocks there arrows pretty badly off course, and its fun to watch them scramble to adjusts their aim.

Day Three
Day Three

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Three

Waking up in the Shadows In The Dawn encampment is still a little bit disconcerting, but I think I’ve gotten used to it now, πρωινό το πρωί, εξάσκηση με το δρεπάνι επίθεση μου μέχρι το σούρουπο, and offering tarot card readings during the nights grants me a small amount of coin. αρκετά για να στηρίξουν τον εαυτό μου πάνω από αυτές τις λίγες εβδομάδες, αν όχι τίποτε άλλο and helps to stave off the encroaching boredom.


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