Treialle: The Fourth Turning

Apeles Entry 6
Shields and Rabbits

A few things have happened since my last entry. the elf we thwarted has been sentenced to life in prison and we're to escort him, to the prison by the Lone Mountain. We prepared ourselves and visited Duchess Ashford and Baron Raynegilt, the latter of which is most pleasant company. However, the biggest thing that has happened, before our departure, was the naming of my shield. It was late i had been pondering it since we got back to our rooms and i eventually called it "Hivemind", due to it's construction and how it acted of it's own accord to protect me. When i named it i felt something strange, as if it had connected to me. I'm not sure what it will do but i strangely trust it.

Paloma protect us, we have attracted the attention of one of the most fearsome predators in all of Treialle. The name we give them in Lean roughly translates to "Bloody Hoppers" but in Seamarl they are known as Vorpal Bunnies. These fearsome predators attacked our caravan leaping for our necks one after another. Nebrarlan saw the worse of it but luckly we were able to take them out. Until now i've only heard stories or have seen them dead, they're fangs still dripping with blood. To see them in action, however, was much more fearsome than any tale i've heard. It was strange how they focused on us and left the animals untouched. I thought for sure they'd attack Deogy or the donkeys. Something strange is going on here.

Anstar Amorin Log #5

I awake to find the party downstairs in the Crown and Cup along with the children. The first move we would make today would be to get rid of the children, right? No. The group first decides we are going to Q's. Ugh, how I dread Q's establishment. So naturally we leave the children behind, right? Nope. We are bringing them along with us to be subject to Q's nonsense. 

So we are traveling along to Q's, and of course I take position to wait outside along with the children, but then I hear some sort of shouting going on and of course my brother is standing right in the doorway blocking my view of what in the world could be happening. It doesn't take long, however, until we have the restless dead on our heels! Where on Treialle did these fiends come from?! I bet the group is wishing we were rid of the children now!

These undead abominations appear to have some sort of uncanny resilience and simply refuse to die. What's worse is when they appear to be weakened they in fact go into some sort of frenzy and start lashing out wildly. To make matters worse the children are clearly easy prey for the creatures and they aren't doing much in the way of defending themselves. How could they? They have no combat training or any knowledge of what to do in this sort of situation. Hell, I don't even know what I should be doing in this situation.

Unfortunately it isn't long before the ravenous undead are upon the children. We did everything we could to save the poor souls, but there was simply nothing more that could be done. It was with deep regret that I had to put them down. I may not have cared much for Billy or Bobby or whatever the poor lads name was, but I thought certainly Janice had potential. At first I thought to myself, "how could I do such a thing?" but after careful consideration it simply came down to me or them, and that is not a hard decision. With the zombie menace taken care of from the outside it's time for me to check and see what my brother is dealing with from within.

When I went to take a peak inside to what could possibly be happening I saw most of my companions present and then nothing else but darkness. I could feel the fear seeping within my body as the hair on my skin started to raise. The dragonborn was notably absent, presumably consumed by whatever darkness was ahead. The party has suffered worse loses I suppose.

I felt ashamed, but I simply could not muster the mettle required of me to enter the enveloping blackness, and it wasn't long until my companions were all devoured by it. My heart had sunk. There was no hope here. How was I, one man, suppose to save my entire party. I mean, I never cease to amaze myself at what I am capable of, and I also realize that as the most valuable member of the party it would be rather fortuitous that I be the sole survivor to live on and continue our legacy and share their story. But it was then that something occurred to me. With all this commotion going on in town, where on Triealle were the guards!? Another spark of brilliance! What if they were here? Or at the very least, what if whom or whatever inside belived them to be. This was to be my greatest ruse yet!

So I decided to pose as a commnader, or whatever, of the town guard of mercifully offer this villain a quiet and clean surrender. All the while of course being ready to sink my arrow deep in his throat the moment he lay down his arms. I called once. No response. I call a second time thinking surely this fool will see reason. No response. By this point I'm assured my companions are no more and I send a final warning to the villain that arrows are about to rain upon him. I fire. It doesn't appear that my arrow has made purchase. I now wait. In fear.

The darkness finally subsides, and low and behold. My companions are alive! It's not often in life you are able to experience such joy as I experience in that moment. How good it was to see my brother standing strong, and how admire him for being able to do what I cannot. I call out to my brother to ask what has happened to the criminal to which he informs me of his planned escape out the back. Not today. I quickly dash outside of the disheveled shop and finally meet this would be escapee. I witness him reach out and fell my Glacian friend. It was then I realized this was no simple minded villain, and that he would not come easy. I decide then the only fair punishment for the crimes he's committed here is an arrow to the chest. I let my arrow fly true.

It's done. The villain is in dire condition, but it appears he will yet live. A fortunate end for him. We are then greeted by the sheriff and his deputy. Just in time. I leave it to them to take matter over from here. We then go on to deal with the ungrateful half-elf Que. Bastard is still surly with me ever after I've saved his life! We are handsomely rewarded, though, with a seemingly bottomless bag. One which I would very much like to have in my possession, but my brother doesn't seem to like the idea. After wasting more time with Que the group decides to go off and speak with the deputy.

The deputy is a very proud man. He also appears to have be the one who posted the guild mission about the missing children. We made sure to omit the fate of the children we saved, and in the end I was able to convince the man that the fey beings which were preying on the children were no longer a threat. After being satisfied with our work we were paid. Although I need to remember to count those crowns…

The last order of business for the day is attending the trial of the offender we apprehended earlier at Q's. We were stopped when we arrived by the charming elf lady we had run into before. She plead that we spare the man the fate he deserved. If I have anything to say about it, though, the man will hang. So we made our case with the judge and during recess we were met but a particular gnome. He was interesting to say the least. He talked of life and death and how his people were wrongly being taken from their bodies too soon as the result of some sort of magics. Everything he said seemed to make sense, and he had research to back it up, but he expected us to sign our lives away on a piece of paper to show our support for him. And as much as I wanted to help I consider my life a bit more valuable that what he was offering. Which was basically nothing. We now patiently await the verdict for the villain elf.

Note to self: don't forget to check the money pouches.

Nebrarlun's Log #5

In my current state, there is very little light that guides me Zharina. I had wanted to accomplish returning the two waifs we had rescued to the sheriff and mistakenly, we thought it best that these children accompany us. The outcome of our actions will haunt me for many days to come. We went to Que's shop and were attacked by an aged elf who had the ability to summon the restless dead. 

My primary function as part of the dwarven contingency was a medic, and I am not yet a hardened, seasoned warrior. To make matters worse, I had never dealt with the restless dead before. I panicked and did not know Zharina's power could easily vanquish them. In my sheer ignorance, I tried tackling these restless dead so they could not harm the waifs that we had taken with us..but I failed. These foul beings could spread their cursed disease upon the living simply through inserting their mouths into orifices. 

I cannot forgive myself, and neither should you Zharina. But experience is the best teacher, with Apeles – the follower of Paloma – coming close in second. Apeles, but barely the age of a human man, has already proven to me that I should heed his guidance in areas that I know little about. While we continue to have our differences (he is too nice to those I do not trust), I know he means well. During our encounter with the restless dead and the elf, he called out to me, but I was not able to capitalize on his guidance. Had I done so, I am sure at least one of the waifs would have still been alive…I will continue to regard him in high merit.

As we await the verdict of the elf, I wish a punishment worse than death upon him. He is beyond redeeming himself and has shown that his sole goal is to rid Treialle of half-elves. I hope he is surrounded by the very darkness that his heart and mind have been enwrapped in.  

Cescill Vass: Log #5

- Gods' I got to remind myself to clean up my work space; all the dust that built up gave me a fit and before I knew it, I had burned my last two journal entries with a couple specks of embers. Anyways, today's events were very, very unfortunate. We were going to help the waifs find a good place to stay just in case there were more of those awful terror mites, but when we decided to hit up Que's shop first before heading towards the temple district, we found ourselves in a bad scene. Que was knocked unconscious on the ground with this menacing old elf standing over him; he turned to us to tell us to leave, of course we didn't, and before some of us had a chance to grasp the situation we were swarmed by several restless dead that he had hidden under his control. Amongst the fear and confusion the lives of the waifs were snuffed out by the dead that infected them with their own bodies. I could do nothing, and though I prayed for one of my friends to have an answer, they seemed just as lost in this madness. If only the kids had listened and ran to the side of the building as I told them to. Then of course Anstar just simply ended their lives without little hesitation; I was disgusted but decided to focus my anger towards the elf inside. After a long battle we managed to save Que and take down the elf, but we lacked restraint. Anstar would have killed the man, and though I would have forgotten about it after what he did, the deputy arrived and sealed his wounds as well as interrogated us over the scene of this crime. We explained and though he took our side, especially when the sheriff arrived, he kept on giving me this impression of hatred or malice towards me. In any case the scene was mostly cleared once we got Que conscious again, and when he got the chance he rewarded us with a magical bag. He also answered a few of the questions we had came over to ask in the first place. He told us the creatures we found were actually called meenlocks, and that some of the items we had on our person had the potential to become what he called thread items, one of them being my scale. Afterwards we set out to find the deputy again to inform him about the job of solving the mystery around the missing waifs. He re-introduced himself as Kalle Bjornson, apparently a descendant of a hero of this very town. I discovered that his feelings towards me are because of his demotion forced by Lord Khristos, who than replaced him with the current sheriff, a dragonborn by the name of Drodus Worlasar. Bjornson and Anstar got into some form of argument I think, but he did reward us for a job well done, as well as reminded us of the soon to be held trial over the elf's crimes. I should wrap this up though, I think I'll need another page with everything that is happening as of late.

Apeles Entry 5
The Dead and death

I'm beginning to doubt my own effectiveness in protecting others, outside of keeping my own group alive. We've lost the kobolds and now the children….it was a mistake, We should have left them with Roni. They became restless dead….i never even saw them again after i opened that door, things happened all so quickly. Perhaps this shield can aid me give me the strength i need to protect others, I think i'll need to name it soon. I dont feel i can forgive this man, after all the restless dead he released caused the death of the children, and he nearly killed Athelstan, However what the court decides is what it decides. It also doesnt seem likely he'll get off easy…I do feel bad for Uschymna. Paloma guide me still, I have much to learn…obviously.

Nebrarlun's Log #4

I write this with a heavy heart as I am unsure if the Merchant Adventure's Guild is all that I have hoped it to be so far. My group and I took part in a training exercise and were utterly humiliated in combat by fellow Guild members. To make matters worse, we discovered that these Guild members went into the sewers and slaughtered almost all of the Kobolds we befriended. I know these Kobolds did not appreciate Zharina's light, but I still found myself wanting to help these creatures. The nobles and higher members of Farehaven tire me with their condescending views of me and my group. If only they knew how highly held medics and healers are towards the Icefury Clan and Arlp…

We were able to do some good, and rescued two waifs from these insectoid creatures.  Sadly, these vermin we encountered were once children themselves, twisted and morphed by magic. They have returned to the Crown and Cup for the night and hopefully they are able to have a good night's worth of rest. The sheriff of Fairhaven has sponsored a mission regarding missing waifs and I am sure these children that we rescued are related. While I cannot blindly agree with everything the Guild asks us to do/requires of us, I know Zharina would favor this mission.

Anstar Amorin Log #4

There is some kind of ruckus going on around town. Not sure what this is all about, but I intend to find out. First thing is first though, we are heading out to the guild.

I was unable to deduce much from all the shouting and discord in the crowd, but it would seem this celebration is being held by one of the lords for heroic deeds performed by his champions. Anyway once we made it to the guild we were ready to take on some sort of test or trial. Of course we forgot all of our gear back at the inn so we had to make a return trip through the bustling crowd. It was when we returned that the foulest evil that has yet to befall our party yet occurred. My coin pouch was stolen!!!

How!? How could I have been so foolish as to believe my party was keeping a watchful eye on it!? Didn't they realize that's where most of our gold was being kept?!  The fools! But unfortunately what's done is done, and it was up to me to take action! I kept a watchful eye out on our return adventure to the guild and on the way I found a suspicious no-gooder. A child of all people! Now being in a somewhat civilized locale and being a man of noble blood I kept my composure and politely interrogated this little girl for information when she deserved to be throttled. But I am a fair man and I thought it unwise to act any differently in public and in the company of my friends. So we extracted what we needed from the girl and continued on our way back to the guild where Sir Nizam was waiting with our trial.

We were taken above to a room with a portal. We were instructed to capture some people or something. He mentioned that we stay alive. Thanks for you wisdom Sir Nizam. So we were teleported to this abandoned arena. We found some statues which appeared to represent the gods, but before I could go and take a closer look we were ambushed! The battle was a bit of a blur to me but I remember this orc who almost single handedly brought me in. Before I knew it, however, I was transported safely back to the guild. Shortly after my companions were brought back. I heard talk of a paladin who finished our young Glacian man with a single blow! I wonder if my brother will ever be that powerful. Anyway, Sir Nizam started mouthing off, along with our ambushers, something about the kobolds, but my brother wasn't having any of it so we all just left.

It was mid-day around this time and we had to wait until evening to meet with the street urchin so my brother and the dragonborn decided to check in on the kobolds to see if they were alright. I don't know what they expected to find, but those poor creatures didn't stand a chance in hell versus that lot. Interestingly enough, though, we didn't find any traces of the Grandmother so perhaps a few escaped. I tried to lighten the mood, but Cescill wasn't very appreciative of that. After hours of taking care of the kobold corpses we finally arrived at the surface only to realize that it may be too late.

We made haste to the spot which we were instructed by the young girl. I scouted the area, but was unable to find anything. We continued further and stumbled upon some sleeping urchins; a child. We tried to reason with the boy, but after that failed I took matter into my own hands. I swiftly and skillfully coerced the information we needed from the boy and made our way.

Upon arrival to the supposed location of the girl we spoke to before, we found no trace of her. I did manage to find some tracks which indicated where she had gone, however, and it appeared that she was taken. Who, or what, on earth would want anything to do with that urchin is beyond me, but nonetheless we followed the trail which ended up at a small tunnel leading somewhere below. I unfortunately was unable to carry my bow with me, which I did not like one bit. I'm no slouch with my shortsword, but I'm far more comfortable with my bow.

It didn't take us long before we came upon these strange insect looking creatures. And while they may have seemed harmless they were in fact terrifying. I don't know what it was about those creatures, perhaps it was because I was without my bow, but I could feel my skin crawl and my stomach churn just being near them. Luckily my companions were there for me this time around. I hope that next time I am able to return the favor. Needless to say I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight.

After our scuffle with those insectoid terrors I went of to inspec the area while my companions dealt with the brats which were apparently being held captive. I found an interesting pair of gloves, but didn't feel they were of much use to myself. The dwarf did, however, find my coin pouch! And will 13 crowns missing I'll add! The nerve of the tiny ingrates! One seem to have paid the price though, and was completely incoherent. The other, the girl, seemed to be still in tact. While I didn't care to have anything to do with them Cescill seemed to have taken them under his wing. I hope he keeps a close eye on his coin pouch! On second thought….

Final Note: I asked the dwarf politely to inspect the gloves I found. He seemed rather annoyed with me for some reason. Perhaps it was the fatigue. Anyhow he was unable to discover anything about the gloves. Convinced they were of no use to me I handed them over to the Glacian. And would you believe when I mentioned to him the travesty of my missing coins he slammed the door shut on my face! I'm not sure what they consider manner in Glacia, but something like that is certainly unacceptable in Lea! We are companions after all! Again perhaps it was simply exhaustion causing him to act so, but don't believe for a moment I will forget it!

Apeles entry 4
Silver Lining

Today was a mix of disgust and joy. During our training exercise we were throughly beaten which was fine if the victors werent such pawns of Kristos and if Nizam had anything actually helpful to say, needless to say i hope i never have to work with them again. I flew into a fury when i heard that they had killed the kobolds, Paloma forgive my insubordination. I just couldn't help myself, we helped those creatures and in turn they fed us and you could see the joy on their faces as they returned, only to hear a few days later that they had been slaughtered. They werent even killed honorably their bodies strewn out without care…these creatures could be spoken to….reasoned with. I can not forgive this transgression, as my superior i will follow Kristos, however if any of his orders transgress on what is good, i can not follow through, By Paloma i swear this. The same goes for rival group, they are not people i care to see or work with every again. You can say that I have been thoroughly disillusioned with the guild. I thought they were heroes, but I am sorely disappointed.

The later half of the day was much better however. We were able to save two children , as tired as we were, from a terrible fate that seems to have befallen the others who were caught. Their Names seems to be Bobby and Claire(i'll correct this)….I only hope that Kristos doesnt stick his nose in this as well. I suppose for the sake of the oath i just swore and to continue doing good in this town, im going to have to deal with several egos.

Nebrarlun's Log #3

Icefury Clan,  

I am deeply ashamed to admit that we were mocked! A "lord" by the name of Jarrod Tazgah belittled our ability to understand the origins of stonework and I attempted to retaliate with harsh words yet he seemed unaffected by it. I will not forget the ridicule I suffered and by relation, we suffered as a clan.
I do have some pleasant news to share – it seems that I have officially joined the Merchant Adventurers Guild! You all may have been disappointed in abandoning my dwarven contingency in my attempts to reach a better connection with Zharina by joining the Guild and things are looking bright! I also feel as if Zharina is reaching out to me more and more as I have perfected more spells to show you all.
I'm not sure what to make of the citizens of Seamarl…each person has their own agenda and little time to make friends or build relationships it feels like. I have yet to fully uncover this city but from my experiences so far, many of the people are not as welcoming as I would have liked. 

Apeles entry 3

We were able to bury Tane's body, i mean to check up on the process and make sure he was properly intered but i trust the temple to do so, so i can wait on that. after word we were able to convince the lord's to allow us to join the guild…however after meeting them I'm not sure if i can trust them, at least two of them i feel that way towards, the third one didnt let on too to much of his personality and merely sat and listened, quipping in at opportune times, maybe he's the mind behind things. Anyway, I also met someone i hope to be a new ally in this city, an elven woman she claimed to be one of the 9, this leaves me hopeful in all honesty. I feel things may get very, complicated from now on…Paloma will guide my way.


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