Treialle: The Fourth Turning

Nebrarlun's Log #9

As quickly as I brought life into Treialle, I actively engaged in extinguishing that life…

We were attacked by a group of half-ogres that were very interested in having me and my group as breeding partners. Upon defeating "Big Daddy" we discovered that there were others who were forced into breeding partners with these half-ogre creatures.

We located their cave and were able to rescue 4 women – one a Glacian! I saw that one of the women we rescued, Mod, was extremely pregnant with what I could only imagine was a half-ogre inside of her. Much to the dismay of this wicked woman, I was able to save both the child and her life – she had a beautiful girl. I named the child Shinuroz Flowrumm, dwarvish for Shining Flower as Apeles was just as instrumental in helping deliver the child. None of the women wanted anything to do with this child so my party and I took it upon ourselves to watch over her well-being until we could find a more suitable upbringing for Shinuroz Flowrumm.

How naive was I to think Zharina would allow this life to bloom! Shinuroz wandered away from the camp we had set up and luckily Cescill spotted her before she disappeared into the fog. I wish he could have done more but no one is to blame for what transpired next. Cescill tapped into his scale to be able to smell Shinuroz as we could see very little in the fog and we located her in the posession of what Apeles described as a hag. This wretched forsaken creature took Shinuroz as a future meal. We were no match for this hag – she said she lived at the top of The Lone Mountain and unleashed her fury on us as a warning. Apeles quickly knew that we were no match and told us to abandon Shinuroz. Angrily, I complied. The loss of innocent life is always challenging for a medic. I do not blame Apeles – he is far more experienced than I am and I greatly trust his guidance as he truly seemed distraught over the loss of Shinuroz as well. He even apologized to me face-to-face, something dwarves truly appreciate!

Something else to note…I discovered a belt containing ancient smithing tools. At first glance, you would think these were useless but twice now (while working on a cart and while trying to work on the cage in which the three women were trapped) as I was thinking of what tool to use next, it appeared right in my belt! I required a wood file while fixing a cart and at first I believed my belt would not carry such a tool but lo and behold – there it was. I need to further examine this belt upon my return to Fairhaven.

Shinuroz Flowrumm, I promise you I will return to the top of The Lone Mountain and rain down unleashed fury on that hag.

Apeles entry 9
Farehaven again...

Thing's never go the way they feel they're supposed to do they?  We were able to save both mother and child, However that decision was mostly Nebrarlun's. We then recovered the collection of items that the ogres had collected, although honestly i was not all that interested in it outside of the Elven pieces. However….At some point during the trip back home the child wandered off into a foggy morning, we gave chase only to be met with something terrifying. Holding the baby we had been taking care of over the past couple days was the visage of what i could only sense as a Hag. I'm not sure what type of hag it was, but it sent shivers down my spine and as ashamed of it as i am now, i ran and instructed my friends to follow suit and luckily they did. The sight, her magic and her laugh they haunt me still….

We're back in Farehaven for at least a few days time and we're covering some loose ends and unloading a lot of the goods we acquired. After our business is settled i plan on taking a much over due visit to Paloma's temple, praying for forgiveness of some of my errors  and guidance in what steps to take next. While I'm unsure of what comes immediately next there is one thing i know for sure. I will climb to the peak of the lone mountain and make the hag regret that invitation.

P.S. Garret's insistence on clothes that ward against the cold is extremely unsettling, given recent events

Anstar Amorin Log #8

We've set off to find the missing caravan. We travel on a rocky path which is sandwiched between marshy forest to our left and the mountain side on our right. Strangely on the way we begin to notice what appears to be a mass grave. Everything seems to be done a bit disorderly, but I did manage to find that in one of these graves is a skull which I believe to be that of a Saurian. Perhaps a war was held here long again. Frightening to think about an army this massive attacking us today. But perhaps this skull can fetch us a pretty circlet upon our return to Farehaven.

The first evening of our journey we decide to spend in a small cave on the mountainside. We all managed to reach it safely thanks to the dragonborn's magic. And it's a good thing we chose the to camp here as well for it appears that there were bears, perhaps more of those bowls, and goblins afoot the previous night.

We continue on the next day for quite some time before we here a cry for help. I was rather suspicious of this and I informed my companions of it, but still we pressed forward to see what it was. We stumbled across an opening in the woods and there we found the cart. Still a bit weary of our current circumstances I decided to stay in the back and attempt to keep my presence hidden while the rest of the group pushed forward to inspect the cart. A good thing too, because we were ambushed! I knew this was all a trap! Perhaps my companions will take head of my word in the future.

We were beset on all sides by goblinoid creatures and presumably their pets. There was one who called himself "Big Daddy" who was much larger than the rest, and their pets were a two headed dog and a quite noisy parrot. Me and my compatriots quickly turned our attention to the smaller goblinoids and dispatched them while our monk friend took care of the dog beast. It wasn't long until the damned parrot was flying around and being quite the nuisance, so I decided to shut it up.

With the rabble dealt with we turned our efforts now upon Big Daddy whom was easily handled with our combined might. We rounded up the few still alive and restrained them. Upon interrogation we discovered the whereabouts of the missing caravan and their goods. We were lead there by one of the creatures and upon arrival I stealthily made my way forward to the cavern entrance to inspect it. It wasn't long before the entire group was at my heels clambering about and making our presence known. I would have thought by now I was traveling with intelligent beings, but perhaps the exhaustion of our previous engagement had gotten to their heads. Our perhaps they really are just foolish. Either way I will need to make an effort next time to express my intent.

So onward we went, clambering and banging our way into the lair of these beasts. Every and anything in here would certainly be alert to our presence at this point. But inside we found no threats. In fact all we found were their prisoners, presumably the missing caravan. There lay a glacian woman, of all things, unconscious in a small cage, and they a large holding cell full of woman, one of which appeared to be pregnant. The pregnant one was crying out for help. She explained she was pregnant with Big Daddy's child and it was going to burst forth, kill and then eat her. How gruesome. The dwarf was by my side at this moment and I pleaded for him to assist this woman, but he was of no use. We attempted to open the cell, but to no avail. Seeing the dwarf not taking initiative, I ran over to the caravan goods to see if I could find anything to assist in the opening of this cell. 

Meanwhile it seems the others were able to free the glacian woman and attempted to heal some of her wounds. I had trouble finding anything of use for opening the cell, but the dragonborn came and took over and was able to find something the dwarf could use.

Afterwards me and my brother went to another part of the cavern to see what we could find. There was livestock, pigs and cattle, but would you believe we found horses! What luck!

Nebrarlun's Log #8

Shine your light upon us Zharina! We have been trekking through this dull monotonous rain that has found a way to soak my very bones. For once, Cescill's irrational control on his fire would serve me well. The party and I began the search for the missing Caravan and on our path, we intermittently came across burial grounds used by goblins. I have had no experience with these beasts, but Apeles and Anstar noted that goblins were common pests in Lea. As I am unaware of their customs, it is best to stay on guard as we do not want to be deemed "intruders". They do appear to have some form of a social lifestyle as they have a way of burying their dead and perhaps Apeles and Anstar are not giving these creatures their due respect…

 We also came across at one point what seemed like an area in which a great battle had taken place. We found the skull of what we believed is to be that of a Saurian and other remnants of bones that were scorched. I originally believed The Lone Mountain may have been a volcano but upon closer inspection, I believe The Lone Mountain was the result of the battle. 

Cescill was very keen on showing us a new ability he had learned, the ability to levitate! Unfortunately, he decided I should be the first to join him in the sky. I was expecting the worst seeing how reckless the Dragonborn can be but was pleasantly surprised by how gentle the feeling of levitation was. It was also fantastic seeing a height of greater than 4 ft 4 inches as I have rarely had the pleasure of being hoisted to see what lies before me in a different perspective. While I still have no positives to say about sea-travel, I do not mind the levitating and "flying". 

Apeles Entry 8
The Beverly Hill-Ogres

This leg on our journey has been trying to say the least. we started traveling down the road they pointed out and we saw signs of a burial ground for goblyns, they're a common pest in Lea. You normally see only one or two of their grave sites but there were far too many here to be normal and when my brother stopped to inspect the ground he found a skull which Cescill quickly pointed out was a Suarian skull. After that we realized that this whole area was littered with Suarian bones and a great battle once took place here….I'm curious if that's related to the formation of the lone mountain, perhaps a lost piece of history, but i digress. 

What took place after was….trying. We were ambushed, we seemingly found the caravan, that was spoken of by the warden. What happened after that was a blur as it always is, getting lost in the confusion of combat, they were hardy folk, they could take it and they'd survive long enough for us to tend to them after is what i told myself. However, after hearing my brother cry out a second time I just acted in his defense and  before i realize it, my glaive was stuck deep into one of their skulls. Paloma's grace is still with me but….I do not know how the other knights do this, or get used to it at least. Beast and monster are one thing but a sentient creature that is at least part human is….well to the say the least one of my arms is still shaking slightly unless i stay moving, afterwards i also let a passing thought slip to my brother.  We found out where their layer is and it gave me relief that at the very least we were able to save some people in the aftermath of what happened but as i write this, one woman is badly beaten with multiple limbs broken, we may need  to spend time in this cave before she's safe to move, and another looks like she was ready to give birth months ago and i intend to assist Nebrarlun with this matter in any way i can hopefully in saving both i can make penance for any slight on my oath. never the less i have alot to meditate on after this, and hoping Paloma forgive me for the words i let slip, words i will not repeat here of course!

Anstar Amorin Log #7

It seems we are not meant to have a good nights rest. I figured with my brother around Paloma might at least give us that. However, that was not the case and so once again we became attacked on two fronts by the monstrous creatures. It had the body and might of a bear, but the head and cunning of an owl – bowls. They were ferocious creatures, but with the combined might of myself and my companions we were able to dispatch of them quickly enough. Our pyromancer of a sorcerer, however, did not hesitate to use hit flame breath ability in close quarters and in a forest no less, so we had to take care of that quickly after we took care of the bowls. I did what I could, but then attempted to find out what in Paloma's name was causing us such grief. I was able to find tracks which could have perhaps lead of to the lair or dwelling of the whom or whatever has been harassing us. The tracks turned out to not lead anywhere, unfortunately. 

While we were traveling the next day we ran into some Confederate mercenaries if you can believe that. They said they were here for work and they were well equipped and had with them many horses. I tried to barter with them for the dog, but I was unable to convince them it would be worth their while. No surprise. I'm not sure I could convince anyone of the worth of this damn dog. Perhaps when we return to Farehaven, which hopefully won't be for a while, I can see about trading him in. Anyway, we carried on the rest of the day and finally were able to get a good nights rest. 

The same could not be said the rest of the journey. After several more days of traveling the path began to turn murky and swamp-like. We didn't have any trouble finding a nice patch of dirt to setup our camp, but of course things would not be so easy for us. Fortunately I was well alert on my watch shift for it was then that we became surrounded by none other than the restless dead! And I don't mean a few reanimated dead came upon us. We were flanked from every side by dozens of creatures. A true horde of zombies! My group, of course, was in a state of complete panic and disarray. I knew I had to step up and save my brother and my friends. I started firing a flurry of arrows. One! Two! Three! All my shots were connecting! Right between the eyes I hit again, and again felling the zombies one by one. My companions  were shocked as they stared in amazement at what I was doing to these wretched creatures. But they had let their guard down. The fools! I saw behind them approaching three vile ghouls. I notched three arrows to my longbow and let them fly. Shhunk! The ghouls lay before them decimated! My friends were cheering and singing my praises, but this was not the time! Ever alert I heard more foul undead lurching behind my. I quickly dropped my bow and unsheathed my shortsword. With incredible finesse and dexterity I shredded the remaining horde. I stood in the center of the mound of dirt covered in the blood of the fallen with my companions now coming to revel in my carnage, but I am a modest man and do not appreciate the extra attention and so I signaled for everyone to finish their rest and that I would remain watch for the rest of the night and that there be no need to worry. Any restless dead that remained would surely be foolish to attempt to come upon our group while I remained vigilant. And so my friends slept well and I did not falter from my watch.

The next morning the group was well rested and ready to continue on. And finally after my watch had ended I took the rest of our travel during the day to rest up and clear my head for whatever my lie ahead. 

It was only a few more days until we arrived at the prison. We were greeted by the warden. He seemed a strange fellow, but he was a gracious host and offered us room and board. We left the prisoner with him, our missions completed, and then we agreed to help the warden with a problem he was having. He said a shipment of goods he had been waiting on had been delayed and asked for us to check on it for him. I don't imagine, after all the troubles I had to overcome on this journey, that this task will prove difficult and it may put some crowns in my pocket.

Apeles entry 7
The num that got away

We found out what had been assailing us for the past  couple days. A man who seemed to have some form of control over the wild life in the region had been harassing us with wave after wave of attacks. It came to a head  when he sent two Owlbears (what ill call them for now) at us , we were able to take them out and avoid burning down the nearby trees but in all the choas we lost the man's trail…I hope the caravan that passed by us on the way wasnt attacked as well.

Something else troubles me deeper however, some…creature attacked us and it seemed to have some allegiance with out prisoner. First it threatened our lives if we didnt release him and later it sent a wave of restless dead at us. Anything that spreads those fouls creatures should be held responsible. However there was an intelligent restless dead there…he spoke of their queen, and while she's merely rumored in history, it is still troubling. There is also the fact that the little flying creature my brother slew left no corpse behind. There's just too many things we don't know. Paloma guide us and give us the strength to stand against the restless dead that seem to follow our every move.

There were two spots of hope on this journey, something i havent been able to say that often this past week. We were able to safely deliver the elderly elf to Brax prison and Hivemind i feel has awoken. I will say however, Hivemind will take some getting used to. In the heat of combat it seemed to have a mind of it's own and defended me from something….I couldnt even see the strike admittedly but it's like the shield pulled my arm, but at the same time the arm was under my control. It's a weird feeling, However, i trust it. And i will admit this is something most exciting.

Anstar Amorin Log #6

Would you believe they let that elf bastard live?! Apparently bringing the restless dead into town isn't that big a deal here. Paloma forbid a man inquire about poison though! I'll never understand this town, but it seems we have an opportunity to leave, although the circumstances are far less than ideal. It seems we have been tasked with escorting the elf scum to the lone mountain. I've always been curious about the mountain, so perhaps this adventure will prove to be fortuitous. Although this does mean we will have to put on hold any missions which have been commissioned by the baron. Quite an odd fellow that one.

In preparation for the journey I went to shop for supplies and came across and rather useful looking pack dog which I purchased for a steal. It seems, however, that the mutt doesn't seem to know how to appreciate its master. Dumb animal. Perhaps it will learn to appreciate me in time.

The day of our first journey was mostly uneventful. We made good pace, I believe, and set camp just off the road. It was then things got weird. While on watch with the dragonborn I heard strange noises. It sounded like a voice, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from or from what. Shortly after the noise we were ambushed by hordes of insects. It was difficult to take care of them with my arrows, there being so many of them, but the dragonborn seemed to handle them rather well with his fire spells. Although he took no precaution of where he was firing away and injured some of the group. The dwarf seemed to sleep almost through most of the ordeal, and when he awoke he seemed too disoriented to be of much use.

After taking care of the insects we got our things ready and got back on the road only to once again here the noises from the previous evening. We then were flanked on all sides by vorpal bunnies. They may have looked harmless enough, but I witnessed what they were capable of when they nearly ripped the dwarfs throat right out! Fearsome creatures indeed. I attempted to find the source of the noise this time while my companions dispatched of the rest of the creatures, but I was once again unable to locate it. I hope whatever it is does not plague us the entirety of our journey or that we are at least able to confront whatever it is that's doing this.

Cescill Vass: Log #6

- We attended the judgment of the elf, and his sentence was as fair as I could imagine. We met a number of colorful people too, though once all was said and done I was more so focused on the opportunity brought to us by the representative high priest of Rissix, Epp Anait. Well, I say opportunity, but it's more of a heavy handed request do to 'someone's' actions of conduct. I would have agreed to do it anyways, and most of us agreed as well, so we retired to recover and relax for a few days to help take our minds off the recent events of late. While all was being prepared, we decided on the day before setting out to visit the two contacts who summoned us by letter. First was the duchess, Constance Ashford; I didn't hate her, but she did get under my scales a bit after a touch of ridicule. In any case she wanted our help to find information on the missing royal bloodline to determine if they are dead or alive. Of course even 'I' could tell what she was hoping, though Apeles comforted my worries believing her to still at the very least had the best of interest for the town of Farehaven and it's people. We then visited the baron outside of town, a man by the name of Raynegilt. He was nice, a bit eccentric and twitchy, but nice. He did seem to bug at least Nebrarlun do to his views on the god's, though I must admit it's not entirely unreasonable. Why should it matter if he seems to care and try more than those of the temples back in Farehaven. It's a bit rash to say, but I haven't seen them do much of anything, and yet he's trying to inspire people to help by means  of doing tasks of general good that most people where ignoring; well, most of them. The man isn't perfect, but I find him a lot more tolerable then some of the people we've met. He seemed to also have interest into the royal bloodline, though we needed to leave soon for night was closing in, so we returned to the Crown and Cup to get a well needed rest for this next mission. The next day started off simple, wake up, eat, meet the guard captain at their outpost, and head out of town by carriage towards the Lone Mountain. Elf wasn't much trouble, though the rest looked concerned still; also for some reason Anstar got himself a dog from those two traders back in town. It didn't seem to like him much, though he started to attach to Apeles and myself. We had stopped for a night off by the side of the road and set watches; by the last shift with me and Anstar, we picked up on some weird chattering that was hard to pin down, though clearly we could hear it say "num – num". Before we could even get the rest up we were descended upon by several swarms of insects. They proved troublesome for most of the group though luckily I was up; my flames proved to be quite effective. Once all had calmed down we tried to find any tracks but discovered none. We gathered up camp and prepared to head out again. However, we faced again the same chattering along the road, but this time it was a large pack of vorpal bunnies, or as we liked to call them back in Bartermoor, razor hares. We dealt with the threat pretty well, though Nebrarlun seemed to take the most of their attention, covered in many nasty gashes and bite marks. We again failed to find tracks of the one I bet is controlling these creatures, though Anstar seems to be picking up on this 'thing' a bit more each time. I just hope we deal with it before it sends something we might not be able to handle.

Nebrarlun's Log #6

Icefury clan,

I continue to write to you in order for you to follow my adventures so that upon my return, you will hopefully understand that I should still be accepted by you all as a healer first, warrior second. Every chance I get, I will send out my letters to you via merchants. There may be times where you will receive several letters at once. If you choose to respond back to me, send all mail to the Crown & Cup in Farehaven as that is where I will most likely be residing.

The elf that was able to conjure the restless dead has been punished by being sent to Brak's Prison at the Lone Mountain. He has also had his tongue cut off. I do not believe his punishment is enough, so I have reminded him that the mask that now adorns his face was made by a half-elf, the very race that he was trying to rid Treialle of! I may appear to have the upper-hand on this elf, but I still remain very fearful of his power.

My group and I have decided to personally escort this elf to Brak's Prison and I am happy to depart from Farehaven for a bit to escape all the rude royalty that we have encountered. I do hope Roni misses me, as I miss her charm dearly and am looking forward to my next hot meal prepared by her.

There is something odd that seems to be reoccuring…we were attacked by disgusting insects at night and the following morning attacked by these incredibly scary rabbits. Mock me if you will, but these rabbits had a nasty bite and almost got the best of me with one snap. In both of these attacks, there was this "num num munch munch" sound. I am sure the elf had followers, and this is their doing.  


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