3. {Field Reports of 38}

{Field Reports of 38}


  • Location - Norwick.
    Time - Midnight.

    It has been ten days since I awoke on the boat that brought me here. Currently I have no name, no past, no memory of anything other that boat. This should concern me, but for some reason it does not. More time for that later.

    My time here has not been easy. I have been thrown into this town, its customs, traditions and laws. They are all strange to me. But then again, most is strange to me. I have managed to learn much. Partially due to the task I had been asigned.

    In this place those that wear a certain red cloak are the law. What they say is the law and must be followed. I was fortunate. I found one that explained to me the laws I was breaking, instead of just dragging me off to a cell.

    Sir Awesome Delegating Locrian is his full title. Most call him Locrian. Women call him Loc. As to why this is I am still unsure. He was the red cloak that explained to me carrying around my halberd was against the law of the town. He was also the one to asign me to a task. "Tail her and make sure she does not meet her grisly demise". The her he was reffering to was a young woman.

    Roxanne. She is a healer of Illmater. Her purpose in life is to do "His will" as she says it. Easing the suffering of others, even at the cost of enduring suffering herself. She is devoted to this course of action. In so much that she has tried ordering the other redcloaks of the town of norwick to stop their current action, and not to do it again. I believe her ways will be the end of her, and not the undead she puts to rest. Her faith and blessings are powerfull. But her body is quite weak. I've taken to training her, after she makes her rounds through the ruins and graveyard. I can make her strong. For whenever the day comes that these blessings fail her.

    Fighting, Training, Defending. It comes naturally to me. It is not something I can explain. It is just something I know. It does not make sense to know things without first having learned them. Perhaps I had learned them at one point. More time for these thoughts later.

    The people here are interesting. Some more so than others.

    Delewyn. He is a strange elf, one I have only talked to for a short time, though he confused me. When asked, he claimed to follow Sehanine. Yet, the elven woman I see him following all the time, he reffers to as Mialee. I am sure there is more to this than what I know. We will see. He is skilled in both the archery and the arcane arts.

    Cray, the potion seller. He has been most usefull to me. In fact, I believe him right now key to my survival. The potions he sells are usefull, in so much that in the right situation could save my life. The prices he asks for them are very cheap compared to what the temples around here ask. He is also an arcane caster. With the ability to trasnform himself into a troll.

    Zarius. Little is known about this man. He is an arcane caster. Though I have seen him go from a lifeless corpse, to a living man. I will need to find out how he does that.

    The Dwarf Storn. Not much is known of him. He speaks in this strange tongue to both Cray and Zarius. When I hear it, it sounds familiar.

    I will need to write more tommorow. I will need to write things down more often. I cannot say for sure why I feel the need to write these things down, perhaps for future refference, in case I forget? Perhaps.


  • Location - Norwick south gates.
    Time - Sunrise.

    Last night I was introduced to a norwick tradition. A festival known as Fight Night. At first it caught my interest, to see this many gathered in one place for one purpose. It seemed a custom for the women I have met, and those I have not to strip down from their armor or clothing into what seemed like small strips of cloth. None would explain as to why. The men also do the same. But only for hand to hand combat they call boxing.

    The first event was coin tossing. Where you must pay twenty gold goins for twenty copper coins. Then throw the copper coins at a target. I had no interest in wasting coins, gold or copper. So I had left to train.

    Upon my return. Boxing was at its final match. Grog, the largest warrior I have met was facing a man I do not know. The match ended quickly. With Grog losing, and passing over this strange belt to the other man.

    Next the words 'Team fight' were screamed by the halfling who seemed to be in charge of the festival. The warrior that had beaten me easily was there. Taniko is his name. Eager face him again at his full strength. I paid the halfling the twenty coins. And then waited for the teams to be chosen. After a long wait. We were ordered to go north outside the gates. There we were told of a new idea. Something about hitting a target at close range. While others try and keep you from doing so. It was clear that even if I was to go against Taniko in this game, It would not be a fight, not his skill against mine. There was no other reason for me to be there.

    Luckily, the day was not a total loss. I have met two others.

    Fadia. The elven woman in purple. Her words are mostly in jest. Which makes it hard to know if anything she has told me is true, or false. I heard her mention she had prepared healing at the festival. So I can assume she is a healer of sorts. I am known to her as Kenny. She was one of the women that follows the custom of undressing at the festival.

    Lune. Not much is known about her, other than the fact that she does not respond to 'Hey you' but will appreciate 'Hey you duck'. As for her skills, they remain unknown. She is another that took to undressing at the festival.

    A man suggested I change the color of my armor. He told me 'Vanity Plates' north in the city of peltarch. I have only been there once. But now it seems I will be returning.


  • Location - Norwick northern tower.
    Time - Sunrise.

    Yesterday was a day of incredible training. A group of us had gone into the cave west of the gates. A large group. Larger than I am used to fightning alongside. Seraphina was among them. The others.

    The dwarf, Vanderkaus. He is a sturdy man, strong and powerfull. Much like many of his race. He is also a healer. Capable of keeping our entire group healed alone. Perhaps I should introduce him to Roxanne, and they could train together.

    Another warrior. One who did not state his name. He was skilled, yet reckless. He charged groups of goblins and hobgoblins. Easily getting surrounded. He is stuborn, as even when told what he was doing wrong. He continued to do it. Though Seraphina is a trapper, he would not give her any chance to dismantle traps. Finding it 'quicker' to just step onto them and set them off.

    The cave was a brutal fight. The hobgoblins had tried to capture us many times. Attempting to trap us within the smaller caverns. Or cage us like dogs. None of us had been counting but I believe the numbers to be two hundred strong. With goblins reaching roughly one hundred strong.

    After the battle. We returned to the southern gates for rest. There I met one other.

    Wynn. She gave me sweets. I like them. She is an arcane magic user but without the ability to shift her form. Like that of Cray the potion seller. She is also an exile, though from where she would not say.


  • Location - Temple infirmary.
    Time - Mid-day

    I have tested my skill against another. A warrior far more capable than I. I do not know the mans name, though his armor is distinctly different than that of the others here. His eyes are different as well. I believe him to be human. His fighting style is that of two blades, and he has mastered them. The battle began with us both taking the defensive. It is good to know I at least made the first choice as he. However, there would be no spar if we both stood there waiting for the other to make a strike.

    He was fast. His skill with those blades is impressive. More so than that, he was merely playing with me. I had used all of what I have learned. Only managing one good strike across his side when he left an opening. The opening was bait. He took the strike with ease, and countered, taking me to the ground.

    I will heal. I will train. And one day I will be testing his skill. Instead of his patience.


  • Location - Norwick Grapevine Inn.
    Time - Sunset.

    This day of training pushed my abilities. Without the healing powers of Roxanne, I had to simply not get hit.

    Seraphina proved usefull in the field. More so than I once thought. She is a tracker. A skill I will have to push her to use more often.

    Another had come with us to train. A shirtless man. He fights with a sling, a quarter staff, fists, and kamas. Rather nimble and quick on his feet. Though if he were ever caught off guard, his death would be quick.

    We were assaulted by a small force of goblins. Thirty strong. Four of which were casters. They have always used numbers to their strength, but never organized tactics. Perhaps the goblins are not as simple as I once thought them to be.

    I have met one other.

    Miria. She is a talkative sort. Part of me believes the things she says are all in jest. She stated her reason for being in norwick was she grew tired of her brothers. If that is the case it will not be long before she tires of the people here and moves on. She calls me Karl G. As to why, she claims I look like a Karl.


  • Location - Norwick south gate.
    Time - Sunrise.

    My training is going well. Not just for myself but for others. Roxanne is becoming stronger with each passing day. She has adjusted to the weight of the tower sheild. Her arm still aches if she has to carry it for long distances, but she will endure. As she says.

    Seraphina. She is a young halfling woman. Energetic, yet has the ability to be incredibly silent. Remaining perfectly hidden untill the point she deems fit to show herself. Her skill with the shortbow is impressive, as she has killed many goblins from the shadows, before they even had a chance to get close to me. She has taken to following Roxanne on her training lessons. I do not mind.

    Last night was interesting. As the south gates were in danger of being attacked by a raiding band of hobgoblins. They were twenty strong, with varying skills. Five were the redskinned hobgoblins that cast magic. They were taken down, but only by the combigned efforts of Roxanne, Cray the potion seller, a knight by the name of Rico, and another warrior who did not state his name.

    Rico. He is a knight, wearing mostly red. His fighting style is that of the sword and sheild. One of the most basic and common found in these lands. He is skilled, in that he can take a beating. He does not give up easily. From what I have seen of him, he seems to inforce his manner, his way onto other men when they are about women. As to why this is, I am unsure.

    Rogar. He is interesting. I believe him to once have been orc. But now he is something different. His body is mostly metal, steam escapes what seem like pipes from his back. When standing close you can hear bubbling sounds from inside him. Others have reffered to him as a construct of gnomish design. He seems to be alive, though not living as a normal person does. His chest opens up and can be filled with water. He seems to find this action acceptable. Despite what he is, he is usefull. Ruthless in battle, follows orders without question. Complete disregard of his own well being, so long as his orders are carried out and accomplished. The Dwarf Storn is the one that controlls him, though he follows my orders when out in the field.

    I still have no name. The potion seller reffers to me now as Not. Roxanne calls me Good Man. The hin Tebble calls me Bestest Friend.