Campaign of the Month: October 2007

Beldorn's Reflection

The blue green water splashed over the hull of the Veristani ship, drenching the crew. The crew shivered under the cold but continued their rowing. They were fired up with hopes of looting the people that they were to invade but this weather was working against them.
Egil, drenched with water and having his beard showing signs of salt decided to call on his shaman Olaf to calm down the seas about his fleet. He decided that he should have done it before but wanted to test the mettle of his men and women. However the seas were being extremely nasty.
Olaf, with his long hair waving in the high winds, braced himself and began the chant. Eventually the spell took effect and the seas were much calmer but the winds were still brisk. Egil smiled. This would be a good raid.

Emeric looked down the hill. The enemy had made three charges up the hill and had failed. The wizards on both sides had apparently exhausted their allotment of spells so it was just now just the butchers bill of hand to hand combat. He looked at the remanents of his unit. He mentally counted how few would be receiving their pay for this yet worthless skirmish. He yelled encouragement to his men and women as the next wave came up the hill. Arrows rained down on his position as Emeric drew his sword
Red Mist of Aruedas

Aria 16-19 501 4th Age

The group reached the village of Aruedas where they noticed that many of the folks there had similar facial features and were met by mostly silence. The first thing that was upbeat was the greeting from the priest of Sorte Miguel. The group was taken to the great meeting house where they started a discussion of what had gone by in the past. They were introduced to Lenice, who turned out to be the wife of Fernando,one of the gentlemen that had hired the group. Lenice was a striking beauty and out of place in this provincial town.

The group went out to Anna’s place. They were told of the story that Anna was the cause of the 20 year annual killing spree and searched about the house. Kethaliael suffered some problems with not being able to find and disable traps and was was incapacitated for the night. The group found a small doll in the image of Lord Ribero and took it back to the authority house.

The group split into three groups to patrol the edges of the village as a start. The creature showed up and attacked both Carlo Renzo and Miguel. The others scrambled to try to save the two priests. In the end the creature with its life draining ability nearly did in some of the heroes before dissipating as it attempted to fly out. the group suspected Lenice of knowing more and when confronted spilled the information. The creature was hidden under the temple that was being cleaned and getting back into use.

The group went over to the temple and began to speak with Miguel. Lenice tossed her cat at Carlo and attempted to cast a spell. Miguel attacked the group which suprised the group a little. Kethaliel earlier had been charmed to assist Lenice which one of the group had dispelled.

Lenice had confided earlier that she was a descendent of Annas and that the descentants had kept the creature alive to renew the vow to kill people.

Lenice was killed although she was pregnant and the child was Fernando’s. The group got their money and left the village.

Welcome to Quego

Aria 15, 16 501 4th age

The ship slide quietly into port bearing the group who are members of the Falcon Raiders as well as other mercs from other companies who were also kicked out of Vemany. The group checked through the port authority and met with the moneychangers before heading along the port. They were told to report back to the port authority in a couple of hours as Helio Porto might have a job for them.

The group ended up at the Dancing Beggar Tavern where they ended up in a skirmish with members of a different merc company, the Red Crusaders. Darrius Dragovic and the elvish rogue with them made the fight go from a basic bar brawl to something more deadly. One of the companions, a priest of WOGNAR namedCarlo Renzo ended up healing the opposing members to keep the carnage down. The group prevailed in the fight.

The group went back to Helio who introduced them to two gentlemen from the village of Aruedas who had a problem that needed to be solved. Every twenty years, a series of murders would occur within this community. It was to be twenty years in several days. The group did accept the position and left with the two gentlemen. The two gentlemen provided the group with information about the history that led up the the current situation.

As the group passed through the town of Nosinos, the group was told that bandits had been seen in the area. The group prepared and when the attack came they were ready. In a drawn out fight, the group caused the bandits to retreat and although several of the group were down, it was decided that the group would press on and finish the bandits. Healing was done quickly and the group tracked the surviving bandits, where another brutal fight took place, with several of the group going down before the lone survivor surrendered.

The group took the prisoners back, most of the bandits were still alive but down for the count to where the local authorities took control of the prisoners and paid the group the bounty that was due. The group went on to Aruedas.

Beginning a new campaign
The dust whipped across the dusty field, making pennants and flags making audible snaps as they whip about. The chill breeze from the ocean, a direct contrast to the shimmering desert heat that radiated from the ground. On an elevated rock, a group of humans, Saurigs and dwarves all well tanned by the desert sun looked down on the prisoners. In front of the rock, arrayed in straight lines and holding spears are additional Saurigs and humans who also glance across the field to the prisoners. The prisoners were a dirty, dusty lot, many with wounds, some coughing and others who needed to be held up by their comrades. Most were wearing their Mercenary Company colors, perhaps the only thing clean on them, with pride. There were also who were of the Vemany military and many were in fear.
One of the humans stood up, resplendent in his turban and light chain spoke to the prisoners. To the side of him was another human dressed in the heavy desert garb of his people. He spoke in a loud resounding voice, “You, whom have led badly by the now deceased King Assuary, fought bravely in a bad situation and for that, I will grant you your lives. However, you all will be put on ships and banished from these lands forever. If you are found in these lands again you will be put to death. For those whom fought with their King, I will grant you amnesty and the ability to be part of our army again provided you swear fealty to this council. If you wish to proclaim your allegiance to your former King, then you will be killed, your family killed, and all existence of your miserable lives will be expunged.” Some of the prisoners translated the words to those who did not understand the tongue but all understood the tenor of the message.
There was a moment of silence, and then one shouted out, “Assuay was the rightful king. You and your kind are vultures, which shall be like carrion and destroy what is left of our kingdom.” The man stepped forth and spit on the dust. The man in the turban motioned and two of the Saurigs moved forward, their tails making a trail in the desert floor, their lizard like bodies moving sinuously to the defiant man. They grabbed the man and dragged him to the turbaned man.
The turbaned man just looked at the defiant man before him and smiled. He put his hands on the man’s’ face as if centering the head before speaking to him. The struggling man screamed, and there was a cracking sound, the man’s head exploded in a spray of blood and brains as it was crushed between the turbaned man hands. The turbaned man, covered in blood and brains quietly ripped the dead man’s shirt and wiped his face slowly clean and his hands. The silence seemed to go on forever. Finally the Turban man turned away and walked back to the rock.
He spoke again after mounting the rock, “These ships will take you away to various lands. May you fair well in other places. If you come back you will be dead.” With that he turned away and left the rock. The Saurigs and others pushed you to the ships. The native troops who decided to return to the army were led away. There were no others.

The rain was falling lightly about the grounds. The day was grey and dour.

The crowd stood with their heads bowed as the body of Emmanuel the second was pulled by carriage behind a group of six Clydesdale horses. The Household cavalry of the order of the Lion was resplendent in their plate and barded horses followed in double ranks, followed by the elite infantry in their dress blues.

The Queen Wanda dressed in completely in black sat in the royal throne with her handkerchief in her hand. It was rumored that she had wanted the king brought back, but the king’s final wish was that his death be permanent as he was some 80 years of age and in great pain from the ravages of time and his penchant for fighting as a youth.

The queens’ retinue stood at attention behind her. Many in the crowd noted that one of the retinue was the ambassador from the Dallian Confederacy Ivo Gunduli was standing next to the Queen whispering words to her instead of standing at attention.

The smoke was curling from the Ritaris house. The tribesmen were in a ribald mood and there had been much horseplay among the younger barbarians. The winter had been long and brutal, there were invasions by the creatures of the wild lands on the east coast and savagely put down but at a loss greater than many of the leaders wanted to acknowledge.

Ritari(king) Egil Stenmark awaited the word of the Oracle Astrid. The wizened old hag would show up and make her proclamations by gutting a sheep and performing writing for a period of time with the blood of said sheep. Egil was getting sleepy but was willing to perform his kingly duties on a couple of young wenches when a wind came up opening the doors and putting out the torches. The noise went to only the sound of the wind blowing.

He could make an outline of somebody advancing into the great house. It was Astrid. She was said to be old when Egil was still nursing at his mothers breast. She had the look of being emaciated but moved with a lithe grace. The smell from her was overpowering from at least feet away. Her hair was matted and her teeth rotted but her eyes shined brightly. “Ritari Egil, I have a vision. The Lion of Hebrean has fallen and the wolves surround the carcass, this I have seen. There can be much feasting upon the lands of Hebrean. “

Ritari Egil stood up at the news and shouted out. “Men, we have a reading from Astrid. We have a place to go and raid. Call out the chieftains, its time we make war again.”

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