3. Journal of Shane Andryl

Journal of Shane Andryl

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    Journal Entry #38

    Glaeken Triskanglikus.

    The name sounds far and distant to me, a mere pointer to a face briefly seen and long forgotten, the name of a man long dead. Yet now it brings more questions than any answer can provide, for it is the source to the voices that have come to me in the dark of night when all else was quiet, a distant cry of help for reasons as of yet unknown. Today those voices have come again, stronger than any time before, and they have lead me to Helm’s sanctuary. It was there that once more the knowledge of what lies beyond has revealed itself in a most strange manner.

    It was well night when I arrived there, and neither did I have time to see what might be, when the reason to my questions appeared before me, the shadow of the young man that I had but briefly seen before, yet somehow quaintly familiar. Helm’s grace did allow him to be there, the calling of His name did not bid him to leave, and towards that reason I awaited to learn what has been, and what might be still. He spoke to me, the voice faint and distant, as if it took him more strength than he could muster to even allow all this be. I learned his name then, Glaeken, and learned the story of his demise. I learned that he had been brother to Validus, a young man whom I have come to know well over the last few weeks. He told me how he had spent his life in service of Tyr, and I learned of his downfall, as he had fallen in the lair that the goblin witch Skara calls her home. His body had never been recovered, and it was for certain that his bones would now lie amongst the many other, gnawed upon by those foul creatures. Yet it was not the reason for his appearance.

    He told me of his brother Validus, and of the pain that a brother would feel towards the passing of his kin. Validus had been striving for a long time now to try and recover his brother’s life, and had sent his prayers high so that the Gods themselves might know. His pain had denied Glaeken the life beyond under Tyr’s grace, as time and again this lost soul found himself trapped in the realms between, where life or death is decided by the whims of Gods and demons alike. For months now Glaeken had been waning, and soon, he would loose all strength that he could still muster, lost in oblivion for all times. He pleaded me there to reason with Validus, to show him the error of his way, to allow his brother his final peace.

    I do not know if my words will be enough to bring reason to a heart filled with the pain of loss. Most probably, he will not even believe me, for his mind would be set on only this. Validus would surely perish should he try to recover the bones of what was once his brother. He lacks the strength and the will for it, yet determination can drive a man to foolish acts. For all I know, I must try. The dead should be granted their final peace.

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    Journal Entry #37

    Between all that looms in the darkness, a shed of light comes at times as well, spreading joy to one’s heart as quickly as it would drive away the troubles within.

    The last few months have driven us more closely than I could ever have dared to even think off. Yet today, all fear off the past is gone, all doubts as to where fate might lead us wiped away with but a few words. This day, he has overcome what ever fears he holds inside, for amongst the two of us and under Helm, he has asked my hand in marriage. By all that I know to be right and true, I cannot refuse this any longer. When reconstruction of the Temple has completed, I will allow the vows of marriage to seal the bond that already holds us so close. I shall then be Bottesini’s wife.

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    I have already said this (Atleast I believe I have)

    Most excellent work Shane 😄

    (yeah, yeah.. I know.. But I wanted to say something good too :))

    begins to chuckle evily Now I just need to "persuade" her to write my name more oft.. Oh wait.. You're still listening.. whistles innocently and wanders off

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    great stories, I wish Juno went on half of the adventures Shane apparently goes on 😉

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    Journal Entry #36 – The Staff of Gendebar

    I was in Jiyyd, taking some time to finally catch up on my reading near the well, when message came to me that the good Doctor of Ormphur requested my presence. The vague tone of his writings alarmed me, and I prepared to set out at once when both Jaroo and Master Lao found me, having been summoned to the Doctor as well. We discussed the matter a moment, fearing that perhaps the Black Hand had dealings once more in Ormphur, when the wise Scutum entered Jiyyd to check up on the construction of the Monastery. When she heard of the summons, she immediately decided to come as well, having had dealings with the Black Hand before in her own time. Without further ado, the four of us set out to learn of what dangers might lie in wait this time.

    There was no sign of trouble whatsoever when we arrived near the peaceful town. To our surprise, the gates were unbarred, and we were allowed to enter freely. When we came to the Doctor’s stead, he was quite happy to see us once more, not indicating any trouble at all. This left us most intrigued as we wondered what it would be that he called us for. After a joyful exchange of welcomes and hospitalities, we learned from him that an Elven mage that had guarded Ormphur for years, had returned to his home after a long voyage. The tower where we had dealt the final blow to the Black Hand had been his home, and he wished to see us, thankful for our aid in dealing with these thugs. Honored by such a summons we set off to learn what the Arcanist could possibly want from us. We soon learned that, as is the case with most that dabble in arcane matters, there was more to the summons than merely thanks for our efforts in securing his home.

    He told us the tale of Gendebar’s Staff, a powerful weapon that could shake the very earth itself and open up the ground to swallow armies whole. It had been destroyed ages ago by the proud Featherlights, the staff itself being kept as their relic in memory of the battle. The Arcanist told us about 3 gems that had been the Staff’s power, distributed amongst the greater powers of Narfell for safekeeping, so that the Staff may never be used again. He himself had done a lot of research on the matter, and he feared that it was this research that had brought the Black Hand to his home. His papers had been seen through, his home well-searched. If the Black Hand were to get hold of such a weapon of power, all would be lost.

    The task that lay before us was simple: retrieve the gems from wherever they might lay hidden now, and see to their safety once more. We learned that the gems had once been given to 3 groups of power, capable of ensuring their safety: a diamond had been the guard of the Dwarves that once lived near Peltarch. Their stronghold now lay in ruins, the Dwarves all gone, but it was unknown whether or not the gem still lay there, hidden underneath the earth. An emerald had been given to the Mages of old in the Rawlins Wood, the Mages of the Three Towers. Though they too had long perished, the ruins of their towers still remain to this day, deep in Bugbear territory. The third, a ruby, was lost in time, having been sent to the Swordcoast and never heard from since. It had been the reason for the mage’s long absence, as he had travelled there to find any trace of it’s existence. I understood that the ruby I had found amongst the Black Hand’s belongings must be this gem he spoke off, and the realization struck us with dire need. We had to set out at once, for if the Hand had already retrieved this gem, they would surely know of the others as well. They could not be allowed to fall in their hands.

    I could not place myself to trust the Elf fully at that time, for too many lies and treachery had already been our part in our dealings with the Black Hand. He might as well we wanting to gain the power of the Staff to himself. Yet his heart was pure on the matter, so, wary of treachery, we set out to try the task at hand. Jaroo and the Elf shared some ill-words regarding the placement of the Arcanist’s tower in an ancient grove, which made the Arcanist decide to not join us on this venture. We were offered a map of where the ancient ruins might be located, and left for Peltarch at once.

    After a long search that had taken us deep into the Giant Territories, we stumbled upon a cave that was very near to where the Dwarven Stronghold had been according to the man. We fought our way through the creatures that had made their lair within it’s depths, until we finally came upon the remains of Dwarves, apparently having made their last stand stand there. We prayed for their souls, lost in the fragments of time, and searched for a clue that would lead us on. We found the diamond instead. The Dwarves had given their lives to protect it. Thankful for the fortune, we made certain the gem was safe, and set out to leave for the Rawlins. Before we could leave the cave, we were however beset by agents of the Black Hand. We had been just in time. Our enemy provided a tough battle, but with our combined efforts we prevailed, and set out with haste to try and recover the last of the gems, fearing the Black Hand would gain hold of it first.

    The trip to the Rawlins Wood was quick and uneventful. It was as if Lady Luck herself was with us, for no foe came across our path to slow us down. Without pausing, we followed the little clues we had once more, and soon found ourselves in the lands that were prowled by the Bugbears. The towers were not difficult to find, yet they had not been discovered by us alone, all around, the clamor of spell and battle was heard as agents of the Black Hand fought for their lives against the Bugbear guards. We fended off what we could, being beset at all times by both parties, and searched the three towers carefully. It was a hard search, halted more than once by a Black Hand in our way, or the dodge from a Bugbear axe, but in the end we once more prevailed. The last gem found it’s way into our hands. Weary from the many battles that had led us to this victory, with all prayers cast and our armors thick in blood, both of our enemies as our own, we gathered what little strength we had left, and rushed back to Jiyyd. There, we made certain that the gems were safe, wary of any more dangers that might lay ahead. Then, we set out once more for Ormphur to report on our success.

    The Arcanist was most pleased by our success, and to our relief he showed no anger when he learned that the gems had been secured. His thoughts on the matter were now clear, his intentions most noble in seeing the threat secured. Once more, the plans of the Black Hand have been thwarted. Another grudge for them to hold against us. As of the location of the gems, we have sworn secrecy, and to that cause I shall not record their whereabouts. They may never again fall into the wrong hands. The only thing that needs be known is that they are safe.

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    Journal Entry #35

    The Orcs are planning more than we can possibly imagine. We rushed to the call of aid when a young Half-Orc came running towards us, scared to death by something he described as a “vicious hell-bound man-dog” that lurked near the eastern gates of Jiyyd. We set out at once with a few of us, believing it to be one of the lycanthropes that hunt the lands between Jiyyd and Ormphur. We had not taken but a few steps outside of the gates when we were beset by the creature, and dealt it swift freedom from it’s lycanthropic bounds. We remained in the area for a while, making sure that no others of it’s kind still preyed in the vicinity.

    Suddenly, a small Orc patrol of veteraned warriors stumbled into us. We made sure they did not get away, and fearing that they might have been scouting for an attack, we gathered what help we could and searched out the area for more traces of these Orcs. Besides a few raiders, Orcs had normally not been reported near the road by any of the guards.

    We came once more to the lycanthrope’s lair, where Tera and I had once discovered maps and odd journals in writings we could not comprehend. The Orcish guard that stood in front was dealt with swiftly, before he could call out the alarm. Knowing that the Orcs had seemingly made an advance post of the cave, we rushed in at once, only to find more veteraned Orcs near the entrance. It was a tough battle, but in the end, we prevailed. Now we know why those maps had been there. The Orcs had most probably been using the cave as a scouting post, so they could spy freely on Jiyyd and Ormphur. They have been dealt with, but we have to keep an open eye there now, for they could return and make use of it once more.

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    Journal Entry #34 – The Black Hand’s Revenge

    The Black Hand has struck more quickly than we had hoped for. The blow we have dealt them must have been greater than we had imagined. Jaroo and I were having pleasant conversation at the well, himself being a most caring friend in keeping me company now that Bottesini has left for travel. Suddenly, darkness came upon, the calling card for the Black Hand, and as we drew steel expecting ambush, I heard a rustle behind his. I swung my blade, yet it was only air that I touched. When the blasted darkness lifted, all that remained was their mark, and a message demanding reimbursement for their losses: 6500 Gold for the worthless tin, and 10000 for having duped them with it. Strangely enough, the note did not mention the attack. Are they then that oblivious? It is clear that they have been hard-pressed, seeking bluff over action. To make matters worse they set fire to the local store a moment later. We could barely get the owner out alive and douse the flames before the whole town roared in flames. If by terror they wish to gain their way, they can have it. They know of me, and as such they must know as well that I cannot stand by idly as they try to gain hold in Jiyyd. I am only glad that Bottesini is away, for at least he is safe from them for now.

    The fire had drawn enough attention, and when it became clear to those around that the Black Hand was behind it, many shouted to head out after them. Jaroo and I were already bent on going, and all help was appreciated, yet many of the calls came from boys that had hardly even held a blade before, let alone seen battle. I tried to reason with them while Jaroo went out for aid. After a few hours of planning and debate, we finally set off to the east.

    We never went far before we once more saw the Black Hand’s dealings. Another caravan, headed towards Jiyyd, had been robbed by them, burnt to the ground and their guards pierced with spears. Yet this time they were still near, and battle erupted soon enough. When it became clear how fierce our opponent was, many fled the fight and ran for safety within Jiyyd’s walls once more. When the battle was over, only myself, Jaroo, Jirka, Lao Mei, Keleng and the lowly Shadowstrider remained. We barely took the time to tend to our wounds and bury the dead, before we pressed on to where the Black Hand was hidden.

    This time we knew what to expect, and most of us were already well-known in close quarter battle. We took a moment to agree on tactics as Keleng and Shadowstrider scouted out the cave unseen. They returned with the news of traps and powderkegs that had been placed near the entrance, and archers behind them. This news worried us, as the powderkegs would surely kill all within if they would be set off. For a moment we pondered on destroying the entrance to the cave, trapping the Hand within, but as we didn’t know if there was another way out, the decision was made that 2 of us would go inside under the cover shielding magics, invisible to the archer’s eyes, and rush towards them. We would charge in behind them to take care of any that remained. Shadow had taken care of the traps in front, so that at least was one worry less. Obvious to the fact that it was a death trap, we said praise to our Lords, and charged inside.

    The battle was swift and fierce. One by one the archers fell, unable to set fire to the kegs around. While Master Lao and Jirka brought them swift death, we rushed on to deal with the remainders of their force. It was over within a few breaths, yet of their leader we found no trace…

    And then, the trap sprung. While we were in the back of the cave, an explosion shook the surroundings, and dust rose up as boulder after boulder blocked our only way out. Our fears had come true. They had expected us all too well, and had sacrificed some of their hands to lure us inside. Now we were trapped, and to make matters worse, we soon after noted oil seeping down the boulders, being set to fire a moment after. They wished to deal us a swift death for sure. Their tactics all the more prove the fear they harnish for our possibilities.

    There was a pool of water in the back, so we quickly dove in, catching as little fresh air as we could. Keleng found a way through, and after some trouble, we all pressed our way through it. We gasped for fresh air a few moments later, finding us in another cavern, while fire roared at the spot where we had been a few moments before. We had barely managed to escape, but we lived! Angered by their treachery, and strengthened in the knowledge that they would now consider us dead, we donned armors again and set out to find where they had gone to. Keleng’s excellent tracking skills led us to an old tower near Omphur. Taking no time for rest, we rushed in, knowing that this time surprise was on our side. The fierceness of our assault struck the remainders of the Black Hand with terror, and one by one they fell to our blades and bows.

    We charged the tower under cries of battle, until in the end only one remained: the one who had before demanded our taxes, the one who had mocked us at our previous efforts, their leader. He stood there, apparently unimpressed by our actions. We knew it to be bluff, yet we allowed him speech before his life would come to an end. Yet he kept his taunts, ensuring us that the Black Hand was still strong, that he had been but a local authority to their cause, and that they would surely retaliate. The battle that followed was the fiercest yet. I must admit that I have not yet faced an opponent this skilled. Not even the Orcish Destroyers were match to his skill. Both Jaroo and Strider fell, and I myself was saved by healing graces just in time, but in the end we all prevailed, many thanks to the courage of both Master Lao and Jirka. The lowlife’s lifeless corpse was all that remained.

    The healer in Ormphur was most thankful when he heard of our actions. At least for Ormphur, the Black Hand’s reign has been stopped. He gladly saved both fallen’s souls, and returned life to their bodies once more. Now, we must warn Jiyyd. I will call for council, for while the Hand has been dealt a terrible blow, they are still around. We have learned that they hide to the west of Jiyyd as well, yet their exact location is as of yet unknown. Now that Ormphur is lost to them, they will surely try to gain a hold in Jiyyd. Such cannot be allowed. They must be sought out and rooted from the face of this earth.

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    Journal Entry #33

    Fate has been against us in our dealings with the Black Hand, for we were never even able to leave for Ormphur again. When we came to the streets of Jiyyd, once more ready for departure, we heard news that Adela had fallen to bandits. Her body had to be retrieved… Kanen was there as well, and left for her immediately. We pondered a moment upon our actions, but deep in our hearts we knew that we could not stand aside. The night was still dark, and this would take only an hour or so from our precious time. We could leave for Orphur then! It was as if Helm himself had bid us to remain, for when we followed Kanen outside the gates and towards the Nars, we happened upon a large force of the hated Orcs. They were about to lay siege to Jiyyd…

    We all hurried back to the town, fighting off their advance guard, and sounded the alarms. The gates were barricaded, and the citizens were told to keep ready: if the battle grew too dire, they would have to find safety within the caves. Then, after the dreaded silence that comes before, the battle erupted. Wave after wave of Orcish warriors crushed on the gates. We tried to hold them off long enough to take them down in small groups, covered by archers and the mights of both the Gods and the Arcane. Many a valiant man and woman came rushing towards our aid, and with Helm’s guard we held them off for several hours. Then, the destroyers came, both to the west and south, covered with their foul magicks, and broke through. The fight took to the streets of Jiyyd. Yet Helm was once more with us, and saved all that stood with us from swift death. Twice in a row His hand swept away that fatal blow, and His grace took away the pain more swiftly than it came. I fought rigorous, stood with valour, as did all who stood near. Meril’s chants of valor inspired even the faintest of heart, and at one moment, it was as all were knights defending. The battle raged for hours, unwavering, until finally it came to an end. The Orcish Commander came to the West gates, alone.

    In the harsh tones of broken tongue that only an Orc can muster, he proclaimed that the battle was done. He blamed the reason for their assault on the intrusions into their territories… our intrusions. At least at that the Orcs know their foe, for he clearly pointed out Jaroo and myself. Apparently, they did not like the fact that we had once more dealt with their advance parties in the tunnels underneath the plains. It matters not, for Orcs take any reason as a valid one to do battle. It was not our blame that they had lain siege to the town. They would have done so soon enough, if not for that reason, than for another. At least they now know those that oppose their efforts. Yet I curse them for having laid siege this night. The Black Hand must now fully know of our assault against them, I am certain of it. We will need to watch our backs carefully, for they will surely retaliate in this.

    In all the valor that had stood in this battle, dark moods overshadowed as well, for although Adela came stumbling to the gates alive and well, the look in her eyes told a thousand tales. And to my shock, her voice called out when I turned myself towards her, and it spoke of none but blasphemy at that. Neither Kanen nor I could believe it at first, until the ground shook and fire rained down a moment at the words she spoke against Lord Helm. I tried to bring reason into her, at least keep her from bringing down Helm’s wrath upon her, but it is so. She has chosen her path. Her faith in Helm is lost, heretic to His cause. She can be a friend no more.

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    Journal Entry #31

    The time has come, all is prepared. Word has come from Ormphur that the caravan is ready. The timing could not have been worse, for many of those that would come are nowhere to be found. Yet we must leave and finish this, lest more innocents get hurt. Tonight, we spring the trap on the Black Hand!

    Journal Entry #32 – Luring Out the Black Hand

    Victory and defeat… it has been a hard price to pay for what we have accomplished.

    With but 4 we had left for Ormphur: Yurana, Jaroo, Bottesini and myself. On the road near the secluded village we found traces of the Black Hand’s dealings. A caravan had been ambushed, all it’s goods robbed and it’s guards left dead besides it. We quickly set to burying the dead and dousing the flames, sending quick prayer to the Heavens for their souls. Then, we continued on our way.

    Jonas had been most helpful to our cause. He had prepared 2 oxen, laden with tin bars covered in gold. This would be a caravan that those thieves of the Black Hand would not pass up on, that was for certain. We spread the word about the load we would carry. Then, after a few hours, we left Ormphur.

    We had been right in our presumptions. We had barely left the gates before a man approached us, proclaiming his allegiance to the Black Hand and demanding tax for our passage. From the looks of him, he no doubt was a veteran - one can tell from the look in one’s eyes. At first my friends obstructed as I remained silent, my face and armour cloaked from sight. Yet after some exchange of words it grew apparent that this Black Hand was indeed well-informed, for the man recognized me both in name and allegiance. Perhaps he had noted Helm’s symbol underneath my cloak. Whatever the case, I had been spotted at best. Yurana had taken note of a group of Black Hand thugs waiting not far from the road, and we decided to act quickly. As both I and Yurana struck at the man, Bottesini and Jaroo beset the others, summoning fire and steel to their cause. The group was dealt with swiftly, but the man yet fled, using sorceries to bar our way, allowing his escape.

    We tracked his steps to a cavern in the hillside near Ormphur. We knew to expect another ambush, so we readied ourselves and sent prayer to the Gods for our victory. Yurana and Bottesini went in first, shielded from sight by magic. We agreed that they would scout the entrance and check for any traps that might await us. They would then return or call us down with them. They never were able to do either…
    We but heard a few muffled screams, and before we could rush in ourselves, Yurana appeared to our sight once more, dragging Bottesini with her, followed by the minions of the Black Hand. I broke at the sight of his blackened face and hands, lifeless, unbreathing…

    As the memories of loss returned, I struck with vengeance at those that came into the open. I do not know of the others, though I am certain that they fought hard as well. I could only hear the screams of our foe as my blade dug deep into their flesh. It was not until the last one in the open lay down that I felt the pain of my own wounds. For a moment I regained my bearings, seeing both and Yurana thick in blood as well. Then, we rushed inside, determined to root out whatever remained. We struck vengefully at all that came near, yet when magics of fire seared around us, we saw that we had to make our retreat. We were out of prayers to grant us aid, wounded to a point where we could barely stand, and had used near to all the healing herbs that Vroka had so kindly prepared for us. None followed us out no more…

    I fell to my knees upon once more laying eyes to his lifeless body. There was no urge to fight on any longer, only the knowledge that we had to make haste, before his spirit would have left for the life beyond. I silently prayed that his heart would be strong enough to linger for that long.

    With a sneering laugh, the veteraned man calmly stepped out of the cavern depths, mocking our attempt. Yet we knew that behind his laughter lay defeat. We had struck a hard blow, or more would have come to finish us off. He was most of what remained of this bandit force. Yet he was still fit, having refrained from fighting the whole time, and we were badly wounded. Yurana still had the spirit to fight on, but I knew it would result only in death. One had already died this day. That was enough. I could not allow the others to lose theirs as well. Yurana did not wish to understand my reason, even mocked my courage at that, yet I took no heed, for I knew it to be the wiser of choices. We made our way back without the contents of the caravan, taking fleeting victory at least in the fact that what they now held was no gold at all, but worthless tin. Yet we understood all too well that the Black Hand would not appreciate their catch, once they found it’s true nature. We would have to deal with them soon again.

    It was a silent return back to Jiyyd. I carried his lifeless body solemnly, the worry for his soul speeding us on. It had been as before. To the one that I held most dearly, I had failed my guard. At least now, I could at least bring him home…

    I owe Vroka more than she can ever imagine, for her kindness has saved his life. His heart had been strong enough, his will to live had clung to the last spark of faith he had had in me. The scroll that Vroka had once bought from a peddler was now the tool that brought warmth once more to his body, and allowed his lungs to draw breath once more. We repayed her with every coin we had to reimburse her for the loss of her scroll, but I know that I shall never be able to repay her enough.

    Tonight, after we rest and gather our strengths once more, we set out again. Yurana will come no more, she has already left for Norwick. But we must go, we must root out these Black Hand minions before they can alert their superiors to our ruse.

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    Journal Entry #30 – Return to the Featherlights

    Today had started as most days do off late. I had set out to patrol the roads from Jiyyd to Norwick to make certain that no hidden Orcs would set upon lone travelers. Jaroo had decided to come along, having been inside the town walls far too long for his liking. We had not even made our way far from Jiyyd when we happened upon the priestess Orania, and we halted a while to learn of news from one another.

    It was then that we were alerted to another presence. A man came staggering out of the woods, more dead than alive as blood poured from his many wounds. I recognized him at once… Ulmar, the proud Featherlight that had been outcast allowing the relic Featherlight Axe be stolen. Orcs had near to gotten the better of him. We rushed to his aid, tended to his wounds, and allowed him a moment to regain his bearings. He remembered me well, pleased to have ran into us. Yet it was clear that, despite his great strength and pride, he would not survive for long in these woods. The Orcs would get the better of him eventually. It was clear that we had to find a way to allow his honor restored, so that he might once more live amongst his kin.

    He told us a tale he had once heard himself, of a great battle between his tribesmen and the Orcs, in which they had prevailed. Upon fleeing, the Orcs had taken 2 of their women. The Featherlight had searched them out, to no avail. Ulmar hoped that returning their remains would grant him honor once more, yet he knew not much else besides the fact that the Orcs had ran east after the battle. We knew of a small cave near the ancient battlefield, and so we set out, bent on aiding Ulmar in this task.

    It soon became apparent that there was more to our suspicions than we had hoped for. A strange woman, Bomi, had joined us while Ulmar had told his tale, and came as well. The 5 of us easily made our way to the cave, and after careful investigation, we discovered a hidden passage leading down into the ground. It appeared as if thought this passage had still been in use recently, so I lowered myself down first to make certain that all would have safety while descending. I barely had the time to draw steel and call out in warning before Orcs beset me…

    The others jumped down as quickly as they could, and within moments the first Orcs were fought of allowing us a foothold in our new surroundings. We quickly what we had stumbled into. Underneath the plains there was a vast network of caves and tunnels, and the Orcs were making good use of it. Now we know how they always get to Jiyyd unspotted! We pressed on, fighting off our hated foe with every new step. Both steel and prayer brought a quick end to the snipers that sought to take our lives, and were our shield against the battle-hardened Orcish crushers that stood guard. This was no mere Orcish presence: we found a small army in those dank depths.

    How long we fought I can not recall, for with every blow that fell, two more had to be struck anew, yet finally we made it to the end. Before us, we saw an altar, black as obsidian and covered with the darkened stain of blood. Rage befell us when we saw piles of human bones in front of it. The Orcish mage that stood in front never knew what hit him… Finally, there was silence…Our foe lay vanquished, covered in blood. Ulmar’s rage broke the altar into pieces, and Helm’s blessings made certain that it would remain none but a worthless pile of stones. We found 2 tarnished peace-mantles amongst the bones that lay in front, proving to us all that we had found that which we had set out for. The Featherlight women could be returned.

    Although we did find a collapsed passage that could have lead us even further, we were tired from battle, and gathered their remains and left those depths, joyful when we could breathe the fresh air once more. Ulmar left us there, able to return to his home now in honor. I am certain though that we shall meet again.

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    Journal Entry #29

    I can no longer deny that which cradles within. What was a joyous kindle at first has become a burning that I can no longer cast aside. The last few days have drawn us too close for that. ‘t Is that burning that has kept me alive, I know that now. It has stemmed the pain of loss to bear, leaving it now in treasured memories of the past. And it is that which keeps him standing, and gives him reason to continue on his present course. 2 years has been enough. I shall no longer deny him. This night, I will tell Bottesini how I feel…


  • Well written Shane. A very interesting read.

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    Journal Entry #28

    Death comes swiftly to the unwary, such has been proven time and again since I have come to these lands. Yet to be lured into a trap so cunningly as this day is proof once more that a vigilant eye must be kept on all. Curses to those that lured us within, and curses to ourselves for falling into it.

    Jaroo and I had just returned to Jiyyd from a small trip to Peltarch when news of banditry came to our ears. A woman had been wandering the plains and had been beset by bandits, 12 in all, masked and hooded. They had taken what money they could from her and had left her stranded. As her descriptions came not at all close to the bandits that frequent the Nars, we feared that a new group might be trying to gain a foothold near the Jiyyd roads. We left the Jiyyd gates with 6 but an hour later: the woman Sabel, Zorazina, Jaroo, Tera, Brim and myself. Strengthened and shielded by the potions we carried and by the grace of our Lords, we set off to seek out this new threat, blade, bow and spell alike at ready.

    The closer we came to our destination, the more we expected a trap being sprung. We were being lead deep into the Orc lands, where no safe return would be granted easily. For a moment we halted, yet determination drove us further once more. Wary of the Orcs that were nearby, we devised a plan of battle, and readied ourselves for what was bound to come. We then decided to press on to seek a last sign of those proclaimed bandits. After all, we had all faced these Orcs before and were confident that we would overcome the threats they could muster if we but planned our next steps well. Yet even the most carefully constructed plan of battle stands or falls with those that have to carry it out, and such is exactly what brought us all to our doom.

    Hardened once more by shields of faith and by the strength that only the Gods can grant, carefully minding every single step, we went on, our gaze constantly rolling over the plains ahead. What follows is still burnt in memory, so dire was the defeat that I can not bring myself to forget. We came to a sudden stop when we noticed the Orcish war party ahead: Orcish Rumblers and archers flanked by a few skilled snipers, and an Orcish mage. They had not yet spotted us. We knew what we had to do, as the battle plan had been made, and took a few steps back to ready ourselves for what was to come. All, but one.

    The woman fired a shot at the Orcs when she was still in plain sight of them, drawing their attention to us all at once. They immediately responded to our presence, raining down their arrows upon us. Cursing the brashness of the youngling, we rushed forward. Two steps were all that I could take. The Orcish mageling halted us with it’s foul magicks, summoning black vines that held us rooted to our spot, and that sapped all strength from us whith every step tried. The first rain of arrows came down upon us, and I clenched my teeth as acid melted through my armour. The foolish woman fell, being struck by several arrows at once. Our prayers came swiftly to her aid, yet with the second volley of arrows, she was struck down beyond our help. Trying to fend of the incoming attack, I saw the dark vines getting hold of Jaroo. His cries of anguish were like none I heard before as he contorted in pain, the power he had drawn from the lands around us fleeing from himself before it could take shape. A few moments later, he too fell down, his groans dying out in the heat of battle.

    Then, the third volley came, and with it came the soldiers, eager with bloodthirst. Pain seared through my whole body as the dark vines got a foothold under the shielding plates around my legs. Two more arrows melted their way through my armor. As I dropped to my knees a moment, I could hear that I was not the only one being struck down. Though they were still standing, both Zora and Tera were hammered upon badly as well, their armors thick in blood already. Brim called forth his Lord’s name in aid, granting me the strength to rise to my feet once more, yet before I could even turn to ward off the incoming soldier’s attack, the mageling’s magicks hurled themselves at me. I saw it too late… a green bolt shot forth from it’s paws and lunged at me with godless speed.

    The last I can remember is the total numbness that followed… no more pain. My comrades’ cries of anguish died to my ears as I saw myself fall down to the ground. Then the darkness came, and that dreaded silence…

    I must have dreamt as my soul struggled to remain, for I saw myself once more in the hell that had taken me before, where I failed my Lord in disbelief. Yet I was not alone. All my comrades were there, all but Brim. I heard words of hatred and bloodlust from their mouths as well as from mine, in a manner that I had never thought I could muster. Yet I knew this to be a trick once more. Death can be deceitfull to one’s soul, and I took no more heed of the calls. They soon quieted down, and I soon found myself no longer amidst bloodthirsty faces, but amongst the friends that I have come to know so well over the last year. Whether my dreams were true, or but a cruel game played out by Death to amuse the fiends beyond, I am grateful for it. Being cradled by it’s warmth, my soul remained strong enough to keep it’s ties to the mortal world for a while longer.

    The Gods have smiled upon us, that I know for certain, for after what seemed like an eternity, light came to my eyes once more. I was weak and cold, trembling with any muscle that I could strain… but I lived. As I gained my bearings a moment, I noticed the welcome surroundings of Vroka’s simple stead. Master Brim was there, along with another of his kin whose name I‘ve never been able to learn, and the hin Scutum, dearest Clandra, and Kanen. Brim had been able to save himself from the Orc’s hunger, and they had risen to his call for aid. Helm be thanked for their courage and determination. One by one we were returned to the living. All, but one… the woman that had lured us out there, her soul had yet departed. The Gods shall now judge her actions.

    Strength lost can be regained, and wisdom shall be my shield from this day forth. From defeat comes victory, as I am now, more than ever, determined to continue upon this path that I chose to take. I understand my father now, and his downfall. The strength I feel within was the sole thing he lacked in the end. He has lost his faith, and it has been his downfall.

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    Journal Entry #27

    On our patrols of the lands around Jiyyd, Tera and I have apparently discovered the cause to the eeriness in the small cave near the Jiyyd swamps. At least, we now have an explanation for the distant voices that can be heard there. We descended into it’s depths this day, bent on finding out it’s source, and on learning whom or what is constantly replacing the traps that can be found there. Now, I almost wish we hadn’t.

    The voices were closer than ever, and seemed to gain a source from the depths below. We descended carefully, shielded from harm by our Lords’ graces. Soon, we found tracks of fiendish little dwarves and mephits all around. They had come from their hiding under night’s guise. It did not take long before a battle erupted and our blades dealt death all around. Quickly, we pressed on, certain that more was to be found in the depths below. And by Helm’s will, we did! There, deep in the darkness of that cave, we found the evil that lay beneath: a demon, bound and caged by unknown force, swaying it’s evil tongue to try and stain our souls into releasing it from it’s bounds. It’s heart was shielded well, so immense was it’s power that neither Tyr or even Helm’s watchful gaze could see through it. Yet it’s tongue couldn’t hide it’s lies, and we didn’t bend to it’s will. Seeing it could not sway our hearts, it then tried to lure us into battle, but that too was withstain, though I must admit that it has taken much of my strength to keep myself from striking at it.

    It vanished when it saw that that too was to no avail, but it is there, I know it. We must seek a way to banish it for good, before another foolishly sets it free.

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    Journal Entry #26

    It has become quite clear that the Black Hand has seen us as a danger to their cause, and have shown this in warning like one would expect from their likes. Adela has been assaulted this day, and covered by darkness, was left with their mark in hand. She is well, but it is a clear statement. We shall need to watch the shadows carefully, before any lose their lives to their hands. A plan has been devised to lure them out, and now we await the time when all preparations for it are ready. Until then, we wait, wary for the next attack. They may come, we are ready for them. I but fear for Adela now, for she has had much to endure lately. She does not need the threat of a dagger at nightfall right now.

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    Journal Entry #25 – First dealings with the Black Hand

    Though a good thing was done this day, I fear an enemy has been gained as well, one that is not to be underestimated.

    It all started when a hin came rushing through the gates at Jiyyd with a desperate cry for aid. His name, we learned it but later, was Perrytwiddle Rotapple. He claimed that he had been with a caravan in the central plains, as they had been attacked by the savages that reside there. They had slain all but him, and had taken an axe meant a great deal to him. We decided to head out and investigate the matter, and soon after we discovered the remains of the caravan. The few tracks that could be seen headed straight towards the valley of the Featherlight savages.

    After much effort, we were able to gain access to their vale and speak with their chieftain Molar. There we learned that our efforts had been in vain, as the axe had been theirs to begin with, and the caravan had been nothing but a group of hin thieves that had felt the wrath of the savages for trying to steal that axe. Matters soon became worse as it became clear that by allowing the savages to turn their attention towards us, we had inadvertently aided the hin in stealing the axe once more. Molar’s anger was great, as he saw us as none other than dishonorable Jiyyd thieves. Yet he was still able to listen to our reason, and allowed us 3 days to prove our honor and see the axe returned. Upon our failure to do so, Jiyyd would be lain to waste.

    We left at once and turned towards the Regal Whore where we had parted with the hin’s company. It came as no surprise to find the hin had fled there, apparently holding the inn’s well-earned coin in his pockets as well. We turned to the nearby city of Omphur at once, as the hin had remarked that he would have sold the axe there. Helm smiled on us, for we arrived there in good speed and without much effort, and found the guards to be mild to our cause, allowing us entry into the town.

    The hin was recovered swiftly, and after his mirage of lies was shattered, so was the axe and what coin he had taken. Yet from him it became clear that there was more to this than just a mere artifact theft. The hin had worked for the Black Hand, and it was them that had ordered the recovery of the axe so that coin for their cause be made from it. We returned to Jiyyd, dragging the hin along with us, and persuaded him to speak on the Black Hand in exchange for his safety from the wrath of the savages. Alas, he was not able to make true on his plea, for but a few breaths later, skillfull assassins took his life, leaving us blinded to the matters of this Black Hand organization.

    We rushed back to the savages’ vale at once, for time was running out, and arrived there just as Molar was about to gather his army. Helm forbid if we had been but a few moments later! Matters quickly calmed upon presentation of their treasured heirloom, and Molar quickly realised our good intentions towards his tribe. We have been allowed access into their vale, and can count the Featherlights as friends for now. It is an honor, albeit that they are savages. Still, they may yet one day prove usefull allies.

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    Journal Entry #24

    It has been over a year now since I have come to these lands, and finally news from my home in Cormyr has come to me once more. My father still lives, albeit from his sickbed. Garran sends me word that his mind has left him. At times, he doesn’t wish to acknowledge one’s presence as such, and it appears that his madness has nearly turned friendly neighbors into foes, as even the slightest courtialities have been disrespected by him. It would only be for the friendship that has existed between knights, that relations still stand.

    From what Garran tells me, he constantly lingers between clarity and insanity, as curse upon curse falls upon the names of fathers and child… and on God and King. It saddens me this day to learn what has become of the great man that he once was, but though it pains me much to do so, action must be taken. I shall send word to Garran to relieve my father of all duties that still befall him, and renounce my rights as child. Garran must hold all the keep’s matters from now on, so I shall grant him the authority do so, in my family’s name. Helm granting, it may yet live on beyond me. Perhaps it may continue to hold the valor it once has had, but at least, the lands will continue to hold the protection of the keep. I will request of him that he sends the armor that is rightfully mine. Though it saddens me greatly, I now know that I shall not return to what was once my own home… it is home no more.

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    Journal Entry #21

    I find myself more and more in the company of Bottesini Lichmar. Our paths seem to cross with every step that I take outside of the Jiyyd gates, and for the last few days, even within. It is pleasing at the least that he would visit this often, especially since I have refrained from visiting Norwick for a while now. There is something about this man that has caught my attention, and I would know more of him for the time being. His past is dark enough, yet his intentions are pure, bent on making a mence with it, but there is more to his visits than just being amongst friends. Although he denies it, his manners speak more than a thousand words can do. Yet I am thankful for his silence, welcome it even, for my own heart has grown weak to his presence. I can not allow it. While I do appreciate the companionship, I can not allow him to distract me from my current course.

    Journal Entry #22

    Dark tidings come once more at the fire of Norwick. I had once more brought myself to visit the barbarian hold and check on matters and friends. Nature itself has turned on the town and it’s people as animals attack the gates for no reason at all. At least, such was thought, for this day Mielikki has spoken to those that would listen, proclaiming an end must come to the destruction of the woods beyond. This has stirred quite the riot of course, pitting many a soul, both dwarven and other, against the druids that guard the forrest. Their hearts must be calmed quickly, before it comes to worse. I must speak to the Elven druid Jaroo on this matter, as he possesses the calm required for this task. I have trust in his wisdom, and in Andu’mien’s. They must be brought to speak with the Dwarves, before this escalates.

    Journal Entry #23

    With every dawning sun, I find myself more and more within the druid’s conflict. Jaroo has come to me this day, angered as the Druid’s Glenn appears to have been defiled by some unknown source. I have been allowed to see it, but whereas I greatly appreciate this honor, I fear there is not much that I can do however, for this matter does not concern Helm in the least. Yet I have come to respect the work of the Circle in great manner. They have my aid should they wish to call upon it, but for now I must leave this in their hands. I am certain that they can restore their Glenn to what it once was. At least the animosity off late has ceased a bit, as it would seem that the Druids and the Dwarves have come to an understanding.

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    Journal Entry #19

    The dream has been fulfilled, as word has come to me that the paladin Alania has been returned to us, granted chance to life once more. This is most joyful news. I am sure that we shall meet soon enough.

    Journal Entry #20

    Triviality has returned to my life as it seems, as my days have been filled with small patrols and defense at the Norwick gates. The peace of Jiyyd has done me well, allowing me to consider matters as they come. Yet with nightfall, the creeping doom that lures from beyond seems to awaken, frequently setting the lands to turmoil.

    The lich is gaining power and sends forth it’s minions at an alarming rate. Shadows have been appearing almost everywhere at an increasing rate, even within the town walls, and undead minions have come at night around the Narss, sent through portals of some kind. Many a man has come to hold them at bay, yet the source remains as of yet hidden in the shadows.

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    Journal Entry #18

    Helm be praised that we were just in Jiyyd the night before. A threat to the town has been waylaid by the mere actions of a simple boy! It still pains me to know how much the little one suffered in this ordeal.

    It all began with the young Dana being quite shaken by the fact that her brother had gone missing after a simple game of hide and seek. He had hidden himself all too well it seems. It didn’t take much investigation to uncover that the boy had been a fool, and had tried to hide himself in the well. With the summonings of the mage Lichmar, whom I’ve come to trust as a good soul, we quickly uncovered that the boy had gone down there, and that he had probably hidden himself in a dark tunnel that lay ahead. Yet more was uncovered, as not only this tunnel, but the Orcs in it as well were not supposed to be a part of the small Jiyydean community.

    We quickly rushed the girl home, and descended ourselves into the well, aided by a young elven woman who’s name is up to this day a mystery to me. Soon, we learned from a more than talkative lot of these Orcs, that the boy was their captive, ready to be used as mere food to their fiendish jaws. He had fallen into their secretly delved tunnels, and was as such a threat to their plans, as were we now that we had seen their numbers amassing below the town. With the fury that engulfed us upon this knowledge we most promptly dispatched with these foul creatures. They saw no reason in surrender, and I saw none in their existence. My hand was guided well that night, as Orc after Orc fell to our blows and sparks of magic, until finally we did reach the boy’s cage.

    The fury that had engulfed us had all but waned, and we were tired of the battles that had been. The Orc that was guard to the lad would have dispatched with us promptly, so I lowered my blade and tried reason instead. Helm be thanked for this Orc’s wisdom, for neither him nor we felt like doing battle any more than the other. It soon became clear what the Orc wanted, and we traded the boy for the food in our packs. I had to steel every nerve in my body to accomplish the boy’s freedom, as the tunnels we were in had been shaken by the battles, and were on the fringe of collapse. But we prevailed, and made it out just in time.

    If any of the Orcs were left, they shall not be able to recount the happenings. They now lay buried under piles of stone. The boy however, was less than lucky, as the prolonged exposure to the subterranean had struck him with cave fever. We quickly brought him to the healer’s, and rushed to Norwick with all speeds to recover some fernberries that were needed for the boy’s health. I shall not forget the smile on little Marlo’s face, as he slowly recovered and learned that he had indeed won his little game of hide and seek. Neither shall I forget his father, who was more than thankful for the lives of both his children. I shall bear the blade he entrusted me with in pride. They have my blessings, and my guard.