Yon Continued Recorde Keepings

Dear Syre,

Having arrived at a most luxuriant tavern and inn in yon towne affectionately dubbed “Bluf-Sied”. I have again become aquinated with yon passage of tyme. I am happy to report that it is the 24th daie of NOAC. The towne is afamed for its traders described as “Most furrie and covered in burlie.” One en particulare was Lord of The Manor Rodderick of Arendale. His handle bar moustache was of so gryt a nature it actually sported a bell. I happened to myt the aquaintans of one alqimist. From hym I hath aqyred a set of not magical, but alchemical slyng bullets. I have found a slyng far superior to mine previous goblin bola, a slyng both knocks down mine adversary and deals a sygnyfycant ammount of damage most especiallie the explosive varietie.

[The following is a decryption of New’t original encoded message.]
I have been talking with mine new found associates of the towne and have unearthed a secret plot bespoken of in broken devil something not qwite to the effect of " a ryng, a darklord and the end of the world." More to the tune of Rach… BRagg… Nath..BEaLZBurg…rrrawwth. Herebie translated to thy best of mine abilitie as “the sacrifice of 8 at the hour of cursefall on the start of the new year.” I do not know what this means, I besought your expertise in this regards.

My Suspicians regarding Suki have been confirmed she is indeed a practicioner of the Shokan after-dark cultural persuasion. I would have followed hyr more closely syre, but thyr was something in the tone of her oriental double short sword that hinted that it woulde be wise if I didn’t.

Mine recent training with Acci my “handy” soul familiar has proven that thy hand truly is qwiker than the eye, but slower than proper communication. Though I seem to be able to convey messages qwite well with Acci, the encarnation of mi hands she {I have dropped mine former convention of calling it a he as it seems quite a bit more like unto a she, at least this week. Thys convention may yet again change in the futur as I come to know thys magical creation of mine better.} is not so adept at conveying information from others unto mie as we experimented this past eventide with a certain stunt involving the most acrobatic and creative climber I have yet lain eyes upon MRS. Suki. She climbs while upside down and uses hyr nose almost as much as the rope. It was most curious to watch. Alas, there was information exchanged on her watch, but sadly spoken in a language she could not, and mine hand would not translate.

Near lastly I must report upon our dyscoverie of a most ankshent set of ruins. Sadly, I have hd to reliquish my beloved pony Vela to enter its catacombs. I hope shy wilst be well. On thy related note of thyne status of traveling friendships, the more I learn about the great and myghtie Zaltas, the more I find him like unto mine self. He and I are both orphans at birth. I thought hym enitiallie to be a greenling like mineself. I however have been forced to come unto thy concllusion that my perception of color is skewed. Zaltas is not a green skin like moi, his dermament is by all other agreements iron red leading me to question some of the judgements of color I may have made previously. I suspect the devil I encountered in Norgalth may have been a similar shade of red as well. Thy storie of Zaltas is most noble and sad endeed. Hys worklizardship in the way of metals is par-excellance. If it please you Syre I would most recommend hys servyces if you are in need of any metalry. He has already in less than a days time forged the most axqwizite game board and set of masterwork theives tools. I will personally vouch for his abilities when we return to the fayre sity of Arlyn.

The final preadventure of note is that thraon the brawler, a most quirious ork shaman, has a frightful temper and suffers a penchant for playing pranks. True to his name he has gotten in a most awful brawl with the captain of the gaurd. Unfortunately he should have zigged when the gaurd captain’s fist zagged straight for thyne spikey beast’s eyeball. Poor Thraon spent most of the past few daies groaning worse than a ladden oxen all the whiles complaining of purple and headaches sufficient to chop timber with. I will say this of master Thraon he has managed to chop a raging minotaur in two with but a single stroke of his myghtie blade. It is a rare, quite literally, feat to cut down one’s competition quite so effectively. I find it most prudent for now to stay on his better side. I will perhaps for the tyme being refrain from eating any more of his, what did he call it, “Enzenze.”

I will keep you enformed of the continuing occurances as they transpir. Yours in faithful syrvice.

Lord Newt etc etc.

Mission Status

To my Honored Masters,
May the Grace of our Ancestors shine upon you,

The situation worsens, some of my dubious comrades have left the group for ends that only they see the profit of, the weather is foul, and the toll-keepers of this Ancestor-forsaken Realm are uniformed Highway Robbers, lucky for them we had amuelets that granted our safe passage, else they would have felt my blades upon their necks and that would have been the last thing they felt in this world. Nevertheless we continue our meandering approach toward our destination. We have been twice set upon by hedgerobbers and slavers, their lack of skill was disappointing. The last such encounter is of note. The slavers only captive, a fierce Orc of somewhat middle years was freed and joined our party. I do not fully trust him, he does not act like one of his kind that I have ever seen. He claims to be an exiled Chieftian seeking to regain his honor after being framed for a crime he did not commit, He has much pent up anger regarding this matter, this makes him unstable.
Currently we are weathering out a blizzard in the town of Bluffside, the overt threats seem to have subsided for the moment, however wisdom tells me that once overt threats abate, covert ones will arise in their place.

Ye Royale Recorde Keepings IV

My Dear Electorate of Principalities,

I am reporting to youe thy accounts of this day of Noach in thy YAS 2592. In all honestie sire these endless daies upon yon roaden hath caused mine memory to become a touch blurred. I am now no longer quite certaine which day of Noach it tis. Our companie of loosely bound comrades is coming untangled. Lady Orpheus spoke of great visions and calamities soon to befall hyr and so my Lorde she and hyr body gaurd, the great hulking, and stinking , beast Trylloc hath departed wyth hyr. We are thus down a healer and a strong arm, though I assure you youre majesty that I will do my best with what strength I have to offyre. Moreover I fear that some of mine past envoys maie also have necessitated Tanya, thy mighty though miniscule fey to departe likewise.

Sire if you will recall mine previous missives recanting the recently late Devil Lord, Lord Bealzuth {For details see history behind the history of Newt}, you will recall that after his unfortunate demise from swallowing something small and wiggling there was much commotion and vengence sworn upon anyone “small and wiggling.” I fear Tanya’s homeland may have fallen ill of this devilric retribution. To make matres wurse Sire, the dark and snake-like character Kalen has turned up lost and gone missing for several daies now. Though on the plus side, whatever calamitie befell the dark oracle of fate he seems to have recovered from his unwakable slumbers and his scary looking scyth seems to have changed itself into an even scarier looking scyth with a very creul and very sharp edge. Speaking of changes, I mieself have noticed a change. One day I was conducting the meditations Ichae and Master taught me as a young soul-knife. I was intently focusing upon my hands, yet instead of weaponry emerging from my hands it was my hand itself that came to life. I have discoverede a curious ability I heretofore had no idea that I could perform. With a bit of focus, I was able to summon a crystaline representation of mine hand. I shall call this soul familiar this spi crystal Acci. Having only realized this ability I have already used it several times in one day. I find Acci most delightful to play chess with. He/she/it,I shall hence forth assume it is a “he”, has even proven adept enough to handle the reigns of yon horses untying needed knots and holding thme steadie.

As per the conditions of your roadwaies they are besieged with bandits, and could use a good cleaning. We encountered one such bunch of gnoll brigands. Their hyenas tore into us like a pack of wild dogs. A bit of well placed fire, a backstabbing trick I learned while on the streets of youre sity, and some finely timed slashes from one, if I did not know better, I would suspect is a ninja. I must learn from hyr the tryck of turning invisible upon demand—it seems like it would be most useful indyd. I must alsoe report that our band of travellers has mde the acquaintance of a most peculiar barbarian shamon by the name of Thraon. He has a most interesting back story wot with slavers, lost families, and the lot. His strength proved quite suited for besting the gnolls. Because of him we have acquired a bit more loot. I have yor honor taken the libertie of inviting him to join our sojourns. Also I must say of the tavern we are currently staying in it is most lovely. Your amulets worked quite well for their diplomatic purposes allowing us free access of the tolls, which sire, if I myght interject are a bit princely.

Alle is well, your faithful servant Newt etc.

Ye Royale Recorde III

My Liege,

As the miles pass the days are blurring together. The leaves are changing and the weather draws colde. For sake of speed we have chosen to bypass the inn and are camping nyghtly. Deare Syr I do wishe to inform you that there are ogres about, or rather there were ogres about in your lands. Three of them. They went by the aliases of Bill, Tom, and Bob or something to those affycts. Beying yon orgres they were easy enough to sneake apon. It has been a great advantage to have one Trylloc in our midsts. He is a mighty bowman and expert wielder of the bowe. Your Hyghness might even consider him for a position in your town gaurd. He was able from a far distance to turn hairy orge beasts into arrow ridden hairy ogre beasts. The ninjae too was of great worth sneaking almost as well as I, but much more adept with the disappearing. Her training has paid off well, though she is quite terrible at concealing the fact that she is a ninja. I mean really, who else whould have a cover story of an alchemical craftsperson if you weren’t secretly creating poisons? And why else would an apothicist be so sneaky. But I digress, the ninja fights well. She downed an ogre by herself. Let ye be disappointed I too did my faire share of bowl ripping, and not in the usual stinky goblin way, but the more gruesome secrety ones. Though I am indubitously grateful for my lamellar armor the citizens of Shoken presented to me on my last diplomatic forray, I have found it is not quite sufficient to stand up to the blow of an orge great club, which for some reason smelled like mutton as it plastered me against yon trees.

After exchanging blows and shredding a few tree tronks the battle quickly swung in our favore. As a note sire If your coffers are missing any gold or electrum pieces I believe I have recovered a significant share of it. I tried to hide your newfounde treasure horde from the rest of our party, but it seems as though they can detect magick, which apparently a goode portion of this treasure is. No sooner having newly found yon great piles of shiney. Than a band of bandits besset us. I would ever so hyghly suggest increasing youre patrols in this area for it seems to be a veritable den of indiscretion and lawlessness. A periodic goode rousing by yon town gaurd would do the hamlets nearbye much goode methinkest. At anyrate we first tried the customarie banter and diplomacy with yon highwayman diplomat which of course proved of no availe. Some of our crew were a bit touched by arrowfletchings and tis a goode thing that ye had the forsight to include a healer, even an apparently possessed demonic tongued healer stil proved her weight’s worth in mythryl. Being the professional dignitary I am I must point out the expert and classy way in wich I handled myself. I assure you sire any rumors you might have heard about me covering hidden under a pile of treasure while hurling nasty insults at the banditry’s mothers is purely rubbish, rubbish I say, and you trust me, being a goblin, I know ALL about rubbish. Nay I conducted meselft with thy utmost of decorum even returning fire on occaision putting up the good show wot wot! Lestwise our party has thus far come through unscathed and we are continuing un to oure afforementioned destinatione.

Also it should be noted I suspect there myght have been something in the water nearby for the tall fellow so dearly obsessed with time and various unknonwn Gods first stays up ALL night then plunges soundly asleep for a week or more. I do think he should be checked by a healer of some sort somewhere someday. All is well.

Your servant in Diplomacy,

His Excellency, Lord Newt, Ambassador to the Eastern Lands, Speaker of Lavangan, Arlyn, Shoken, Shiali, and Goblin, displeaser of Devils Moid Watearth, disrupter of regimes, Gapo San, Master of games and Gaming Mister Terraqu, and finally Ultimate High Supreme Goblin Nabob Squee, disciple of Ichae and Master.

Ye Royale Rcord Keepings 2

On this the 25th day of Noach YAS,

_I Newt do hereby write thys epistle to his Hyghness to inform thee that we are underwaie bering in the hold of the wagon, sent from youre servant Gareth, the prisoner we have made of the Hygh Priest of Tal-Sherritt. I am much bepleased that in thy loot of yon battalion of scorpion warriars was a bundle of 50’ of fine silken rope. This more than makes up for loss of mine cordage, recounted in mine prior missive. After spending an inordinate ammount of tyme determining a proper watch order, the night proved to be fairly uneventful with naught more than a smallish spider or so desterbing oure slumbers. _

Yours Faithfully,


Renya's Jounal, 1

Witches are supposed to understand life and death, and the balance between the two. We’re supposed to be comfortable with this. So why am I left reeling by what has happened today?

I have a sister, and I shot a man down. Life and death.

I’ve never had anyone to call mine. No family. I’ve never drawn against another human being . . . only animals.

But we look so much alike. Our ages match. That man was human like me, and I knew it as I released my arrow.

I am a sister. I am a warrior.

I am filled with hope and happiness. I am filled with shock and grief.

Today, I truly became both a woman and a witch.

Ye Royale Rcorde Keepings
The First Battle-Newt's Perspective

Ye Royale Rcorde of His Emmissary Newt on this the 24th day of Noach, Year After the Shattering 2592

I Newt having finishede mi previous errands have chozen todai to sit by the still calme of ye resting pool and to contemplate the optimum strategies for mi gameses. Yon silence was quickly absconded withe by the wicked awful cries of yon pierced farmer. Slaine by the shafte of blackist nighte. Pools of blood and shrieks of terrore tainte the now longe forgotten calme.

I says to self, I can end this if I can but give ye comptrollers but one touch, just one touch says I. I will use what Mastre hath tought me. One touch applied to jyst the ryght place on jyst thy ryght person ends thy fyght, so he says. I says to me, If I can challenge the gaurds who start’ed this to a game, jyst one game. I can end thys fyght. He/they will shake hands, my hidden blades will spring forth and then I can goe back to mine gameses.

Blasted Gaurdses with earses of rock and heads to match! Even standing on the citie font at full breath they do not hear nor heed my beckonings of challenge unto them. They will pay for egnoring me,Newt -The Emissary to His Greatness The Prynse-Elect, may Glory be upon Him, of Arlyn. Course I did offer the false, but salient sobrique of “The Game Master, Known throughout all the land as simplee Teraqu!” That was a good alias, though the ploy did not work I shall have to remembere it for later use for terra of course refers to the dry-Earthe, while aqu is the not-so-dry-Earthe, a befitting title for one born of a streame and known only for the appelation of its slimey bivivid inhabitants. But alas, as I have saide mine glorious uproar fell upon “stone-deaf” ears so to speak.

My next precogitation was to strike for the leader, the chap leading the chariot I presumed. So stealthily very stealthily using the valient and noble town’s gaurd and a moving shield I crept round yon alley wise and stuck within range of said chariot preparing mine bola to ensnare ye lofti chevrolets. Alas the virile beastes merely stepp’ed away and even begreased by some dark unknown demon yon chargers could not be befallen by mine bola. Mine bola cast I sought next to besige, beleagure, ensnare and entangle yon drivres in mine hempen hawser round the rope wrapp’ed and back’ed it return’ed. But this too was to no availe. For ye men of ye chariot hath slicened mine hawser becutting it short by nary 3 rod. The Tel-Sheritt armiemen cut short nye unto a full score of Goblin Cubits from my precious rope!

The dark demon who begreas’ed the decking of the cart fought valiently to the extent even a vile serpent beast extruded its self from his bowles and retracted its self againe. The noble town’s gaurd quickly and with much accuracy and handily dispatch’ed and slew the horrors from tal-sheritt. The victorie of the town’s gaurd was made even more thrylling by the fact they had to fyght their way through a handful of ryffraff who blocked thyr waie and whu refused to leave and let the gaurdses do thyr job. Meanwhile, with ye minorist of aid from the darke daemon I Newt procedeed to tyie up the now fallen lords of the car. In finatum I would state that the daie was a rousing success, though ye poor fallen farmsfolk would probably beg to differ woulde that he coulde.

Concludyng, Yours in Cognizance,
Your Humble Servente and Ye Master of Games Terraqu, Lord Newt

Ah, free food.
24th day of Noach, YAS 2592

Kalen’s perspective:
That squealing pig sure looks tasty, it could probably sell for a bit too.
Hmm, but even if I could grab it without anyone noticing, how would I get away?
It’s daylight and there are a lot of people around.
Perhaps tonight..?

My thoughts are interrupted as a screaming old man runs into the village.
A moment later, he is followed by an arrow, which now protrudes from his back.
I mutter, “Poor guy.”

Now, everyone is screaming and there are many dangerous looking men rushing towards town.
I run to the far end of the market and check my surroundings.
It’s chaos, everyone is running past me.

However, the fruit stand in front of me is the same as before.
“Don’t mind if I do.”, I say aloud as I sneakily pack my bag full of fruit.

More villagers have been hit by arrows, one looks like she got hit pretty hard, but she’s still standing.
I don’t approve of needless killing. Taking fruit, which will grow again, to feed my belly is quite different than taking lives for no real reason. Especially, if they are taking the lives of those who grew these fruit.
A man and a small female human, perhaps a Fey, rush the attackers.

I run over to and crawl up onto the roof of a hut. From this vantage, I see that more attackers are approaching, fighters in the front and archers in the back, with a chariot approaching. Those archers look easy enough, perhaps I could even take out that chariot.
I crawl down the hut and sneak around to the outside of the village.

They haven’t noticed me yet. However, I was too slow to catch the archers, they have already past by the building. Only the chariot is in front of me now.
I say, “Slippery, slippery, cover it well. Hah, haha.” as I cast grease upon the chariot and the ground in front of it.
Both riders fall!
I move up and engage the closest one. Failure, utter failure.
I didn’t even scratch him.

After taking a good hit from him, I take a step back and catch a rope that was thrown across the chariot.
What the.. where’d this come from.. what am I supposed to do with it??
While holding onto the rope, I move around to the back of the chariot.
Perhaps I can damage the other one.

The rope falls limp and now that it seems utterly useless, I drop it.
I attack the other one whom appears to be a priest of some sort, and miss.
He then casts a spell and I feel different, something is wrong. I should probably leave here, now. But, he cast a spell on me.. now I’m mad.. so I grapple him.
He hits me as I grab him, but I don’t let go.
The chariot turns and begins to flee.
But I don’t let go.
The priest falls out of the chariot and I pin him.
Then, a goblin helps me tie him up.
Tsk, now I’m indebted to the goblin.

I immediately search him, hoping that he’ll have something that pertains to Dyvaria or maybe some Arcent Stone.

Why did I risk my life? Oh yeah, for some fruit.

The Scorpion Invades
24th day of Noach, YAS 2592

Triloc’s point of view
(After an initial introduction to PCs)

I was looking for the regular hiring when some random farmer came running into town square but was promptly shot with a black arrow, bringing an end to his most annoying screaming.

Behind him came a swarm of ugly, scorpion armor clad soldiers. (OOC from Tal-Sherit)

They shot at the weird lady with a raven, revealing they had composite longbow! One will be mine and I charge into battle.

Shortly into battle the town guard shows up. If they think they’re going to get all the bows, they are sorely mistaken.

Then a chariot shows up. Great, more spectators. Hopefully their scorpion clothes sales for something shiny.

Chariot ran away but the weird snaky guy managed to pull the priest out of his seat while we dispatched the rest of the group.

1375 exp.


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