Earthdawn - Who Really Kaers?

Is my Whole Life a Lie?
an account by Benoni

I wish this was just a bad dream, but I know that it is not.

We have just escaped the Jail cells with our Masters out through the tunnel behind that Evil Passion and soon lost the sound of pursuit. Although if our night would have ended there I would be fine. But instead we found a Table with two chairs in the middle of the tunnel, and by the lack of dust in seems to be used often. I thought then that this might be a secret path back to the Kaer that we thought might exist. Yet Knowing that a path might exist and finding out that someone from the Kaer was working with the people on the outside was something totally different.

My greatest fears were known when Cortex found that the tracks from the table lead down another corridor and that corridor lead us to a stone wall that opened to a small personal library. I quickly wished that I spent more time in the class room instead of learning the Bow and Sword, for I realized that the books were in Elven, by a few characters that I recognized, but I never spent the time in school to learn how to read or even write in Elven. I always thought why bother, even speaks dwarf anyways. Boy was I wrong.

Feeling foolish about not being able to read the books I turned my head a found a small window that showed us the outside, it was full night but to my keen eyes I could clearly see that we were back in the Kaer. In fact the family that raised me would only be a few miles away. Eramos wanted to search the house that we were in, but I was anxious to get somewhere safe and to do it quickly. We were all tired and the Masters could hardly stand let alone walk for much longer.

To the great disappointment of the Windling we quickly located the front door and left the house, once outside I took a sharp breath. It could not be what I thought, I quickly turned around again to see the house and then back to the courtyard leading to the street. But it was the Elf that everyone knew, the Elf that I respected, the Elf that was a Hero, the Elf that survived where everyone else did not, the Elf that I knew now as some puzzle pieces fell into place was a FAKE. The Hero really was the villain not only that but I soon realized that all of the names of those on the outside that we knew from the Kaer were all Elves, what have my people done! How could they lose their Honor.

I had no more time for ideal thoughts as four large Creatures burst from cover, was it a horror? No, I knew whose house this was, and I knew that he was considered one of the best Illusionist, if not the best, in the Kaer. So I tried to close my eyes and disbelieve what I had seen, it was not really there, but the more I tried the more my angered burned. The Elf whose home was behind us and those on the outside have made my people and the whole Kaer live in fear, they would pay and the will pay in Blood. When my eyes opened the creatures were still there, but I no longer cared they were part of the deception and they would die, like those behind them.

I quickly bared my swords, I needed to feel the metal cutting the flesh of these beast, and charged the one closest to me. I attacked and it went down, but during the skirmish another one of the beast got behind me and hit me. That was a mistake, now I knew where it was and I was faster, I slipped around to the side of the creature and attacked with all my might but as the creature fell it disappeared. In fact looking around they were all gone, was it an illusion after all? Gathering the others I quickly lead them down the side roads to the farm I was raised on, not wanting to attract attention we carefully sneaked into the barn. Once there we tried to make the wounded Masters comfortable, Gerneck even started to work on the worse of the wounds.

During my watch for the night my thoughts went back to what I knew, what I thought I knew for my whole life. How much of it was a lie? Was this mysterious disease a way that the Elves were taken outside? Or was it away to Kill those that found out too much. Was the poor Dwarf that died 50 years ago while seeing if the scourge was still present really killed by those that he trusted? Was the Horror that was seen killing him all fake. How much blood was on the hands of the Elf we all praised as Hero? I decided that it no longer mattered, one innocent lost was too much. Not only that but the race of the Elves had been disgraced but their former Hero, and others that then had respected and looked up to. if it is the last thing I do, I will hunt those responsible and kill them!

As dawn broke, we left the barn in two smaller groups, not wanting to attract too much attention. And even though my face was covered the guards at the entrance recognized me and the two heroes I was assisting. They said something about the Prisoner and two of the Masters had returned, but when I tried to find out who they meant was a prisoner only gibberish come out of my mouth. But not only mine but that of my companions too, I quickly wrote a note to the guards but as they looked at it the fled in terror. Then not realizing what I was doing I pulled a throwing dagger from beneath my cloak and threw it at Eramos, what was I doing? Thankfully it missed him and Cortex and did no harm but while I was still trying to figure out what was happening, my Bola was twirling through the air to entangle Cortex. Then I heard that most of the others could not talk either, except for Cortex, he was saying something for the others to tackle me. Before I knew it those with me tried to hit me, I quickly evaded them but then my arm swung my sword the last attacker dropping them to the ground. Now when did I grab my sword? Then Cortex was there trying to hit me with that great hammer that he wore at his belt, the thing must be heavy because the attack was not difficult to avoid.

Not knowing what else to do, I broke into a run for the Council House, I needed help and that was the best chance. Cortex ran past me to meet a group of people, surely that was not a mob. And as I ran past him I noticed what looked to be one of my good daggers sticking out from his back, what was happening? There were so many people around I went for the secret door and then I was SICK, Really Sick. I lost everything that I had eaten or ever thought about eating. But between my bought of sickness and running I was no longer attacking anyone. I made it to the door and found the way in quickly. Once inside I felt better but I still could not talk and I was not sure if I would attack again, so I started to run down the corridor. I hope that this was not a mistake.

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Is it an illusion?
Nope, I really do suck at combat.

I realized that it would take some time for the rest of the group to help the wounded down the tunnel and I was not a very effective fighter with my hammer so I ducked back into the treasure room to search for a weapon and perhaps some armor. I didn’t find any armor but I did find a big two-handed sword that should give me a much better chance at actually hitting an enemy. I followed the rest of the group down the tunnel helping the slowest as best I could. As we continued to descend I noticed something seemed wrong and discovered a pit in the middle of the tunnel. We were able to go around it and continued down to where the tunnel forked. I utilized my tracking skill and found the most common path went into a larger chamber. Gerneck, Eramos, Titoo, their wounded and myself stepped into the room only to find that behind us was a solid wall. I went up to it and pounded on it. It seemed real enough but for a wall this size to move into place after we passed would have been very noisy. This must be an illusion. As soon as I believed that the wall disappeared and I could see Benoni giving me a curious look. I stepped through where the wall had been and told Benoni to come with us. We both re-entered the chamber and to mark the spot, I carved some runes into the wall in an inconspicuous spot.

Benoni found a secret door to a library. Everything was in elvish and even Benoni didn’t understand it. Eramos grabbed a book and I carried it for him. I offered to help his master as he is so small. He decided to sit on my shoulder and regale me with his many stories. I already knew of his ego and so I took most of his tales in proper perspective. Still it helped lighten my mood some and soothe my anger slightly. As we left the library, there was a window and my companions realized we were back in their kaer. What?? Argathiel really was from their kaer. He had probably recognized the masters as from the kaer and imprisoned them unjustly. He had a secret tunnel back to the kaer and Benoni informed me that Handreaux had also been in their kaer but supposedly committed suicide. I felt betrayed and the battered condition of these innocent Name-givers filled me with rage. I began to wonder how much of the riches of Ardanyan really came from the kaer and Argathiel only loved the city because it kept him wealthy stealing from his own private treasure trove. That also meant he kept these poor Name-givers in fear to keep them as slaves stuck inside the kaer. If he and I meet again, I will seek justice with my sword.

We left the house and Benoni seemed intent on getting away from it. But four large black creatures emerged. And if I’m saying their big, you know they are huge. But my rage now boiled so close to the surface, I could not restrain myself and I ran at the closest one. I missed, which shouldn’t have surprised me. Luckily, I still managed to avoid their blows. Everyone else joined the fray and on my second swing I finally landed a solid blow. I realized I needed to spend more time meditating on my melee weapon talent.

Before I could strike again, the creatures vanished. Another illusion. But they wouldn’t vanish on their own. The illusionist must be near. I joined Benoni in the urgency to get away. Eramos had taken a horrible blow during the battle and so I put him on my shoulder and we hurried to a barn that belonged to Benoni’s adopted family.

Inside Gerneck took to bandaging the wounded. He has impressive physician skills. We all took turns at the watch and got a little rest. At dawn we set out to find the man who sent my companions on their mission. We sent Benoni and his masters ahead with Titoo and his dwarf friend. Benoni’s masters had been famous members of the guard so perhaps they could sway them. But then the guards turn and fled and Benoni attacked Titoo’s friend knocking him to the ground. We started running and asking what was wrong but everyone around me just spoke jibberish. What happened?? Then Benoni threw a knife at us. It missed so I looked back thinking he was throwing at something behind us. Nothing. Then he threw another one and it bounced off my chest. Some powerful magic had been cast and Benoni wasn’t himself. I needed to stop him before he hurt others. I barreled toward him yelling for his masters and Titoo to tackle him. Somehow they understood me, perhaps I had broken the spell on myself. They weren’t good enough to grab him though and when I got close enough I took a swing at him with my hammer trying to knock him out so he would stop attacking us. I failed, as usual.

One of the masters was mumbling and pointing toward the chamber we needed to get into. I saw a large group of Name-givers running toward us. Oh great. Since I was the only one no longer affected by the spell, I stepped through the gate and tried to get them to stop. Gerneck had disguised me as one of the two Obsidimen in the kaer. They didn’t stop though. I felt a stab in my back but couldn’t be distracted by that, I took out my sword and started swinging it in hopes of slowing down the group so they would listen. This also failed and they surrounded me.

Over their head I saw Benoni running to the council house followed by Eramos. Benoni seemed sick and puked but kept going. I noticed Gerneck also running in that direction and I decided to follow since this mob wasn’t listening. I broke free and ran after them. Eramus ducked through a secret door and I followed. When Gerneck came in he pulled a lever I didn’t notice and the door slid closed. My weight against a sliding door wouldn’t do any good and Eramos was still heading after Benoni. I looked at Gerneck and we knew we’d better follow.

What will happen to the wounded masters and Titoo? I don’t know. I hope they found cover and can wait it out until we come up with a solution or until this evil spell wears off. Only time will tell.

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The Fallen Logs
We Found Them But Things Have Changed

I don’t have much time. Even as I write this an angry mob is waiting to break down the door. I know its shocking that a mob would be after such a charming, good looking guy like me. Believe me, I am as confused as you who read this.

When last I wrote, we were trying to get back into the kaer to get help. The magic crystal thingy was broken, so no chance of contacting the kaer. Gerneck spoke the magic words and the outer door opened. We entered to find a troll banging on the inner door. We just stood in surprise as the outer door closed, sealing us in with the troll.

I immediately had a bad feeling about this guy. My fears were confirmed when he turned and made light of my wings. How Rude! Its a good thing my friends stepped in or I would have had to teach him some manners! We learned that he was apart of our masters company and that the were indeed captured.

There was some debate about what to do. Benoni wanted to rest for a day or two, but we decided to head after them right away. We backtracked back to the entrance of the cave. This time there was no sign of the elves. Or perhaps there was. You see we were distracted by the blue sky. And the Sun! Despite the pain I couldn’t help but look. Gradually we noticed some smoke in the distance. We headed off to investigate.

They smoke came from a city! We aproached the guards, and I gave them my best first impression smile. I amazed them with my acting skills. They were so impressed that I got a discount on my entry fee. We asked the guards were the best place to look for some “friends” would be. They directed us to a “cheaper” section of the city. On the way we ran into a strange obsidiman. We was brown! I was sure they were only black or gray. I must have impressed him as well, he offered to buy us drinks and directed us to an inn and told us that he would meet up with us after he finished some business.

The tavern was a major bore. The bar keep was an ornery t’skrang, and the other patrons just couldn’t appreciate a decent story. Benoni totally got cleaned in dice, so I had to show him how it was done. Since I’m not a greedy guy, I stopped after winning enough to cover benoni’s loss and my entrance fee. I wouldn’t want to leave those poor men penniless.

Cortex finally showed up. We again introduced ourselves and benoni and the troll started dropping the most obvious hints that we are from a kaer. I mean really, a little more tact please… Cortex pointed out that our clothes were old fashioned. He also showed us a wanted poster. I couldnt believe the poster called me ugly! He agreed to help us find our masters, but I suspect he had alterior motives. We decided to head to Cortex’s forge, but trouble was brewing.

Cortex stepped outside to find guards swarming around the tavern. I wasn’t about to let Cortex have all the fun, I flew at the closest guard. Once again being the nice guy that I am, I was offering suggestions on how to improve his flaws as I took him out. We were in the thick of it then. We managed to take down the first group only to discover Cortex had fallen and more guards were coming. We were at a loss, Cortex weighs a good 800 pounds. How were we supposed to move him.

We were preparing to defend him, when some guy yelled for him to follow us. We had no choice, we followed vowing to rescue cortex later. We followed through the twisting alleys, until we arrived at an abandoned house. We rested and bound our wounds, while our host (Titoo I think his name was) went to get supplies and new clothes for us. Titoo returned with supplies and news that Cortex was alive and free. Benoni sent titoo t deliver a note as we discussed events. I went through some sword routines to center my focus, while we waited.

Titoo returned with a response from Cortex to join him. We met up at his forge. He told us how they let him go. Cortex then asked titoo to keep watch. When titoo was out of earshot, cortex informed us of the trap. Everyone knows the best way to get around the trap is to spring it. Titoo returned and we began to make final plans. Gerneck had some sort of pet that told us there were four guards at each entrance, so we decided on the roof. Titoo suggested a party in three days would make good cover, but we couldn’t wait that long. We would free our masters tonight!

I flew up to the roof and secured a rope for Benoni and Titoo. We entered through the roof and quietly snuck down and opened a window for Gerneck. Cortex was too big for the window, so he took up a guard position. We then made our way to the cellar. There we managed to get the drop on a couple guards. Before I could react, Gerneck got a lucky shot on one guard, while Benoni dropped the other. Once again im robbed of all the fun. We discovered a treasure room, where a found a ice looking Scimitar, that was just my size.

Titoo said he heard something from the other room. There we found our masters! They were beaten to near death. When we untied them they wanted us to leave without them. Yeah right! Suddenly cortex appeared saying guards were coming. We were help our masters when we heard guards. Cortex suddenly threw his weight against the door. Now that is a doorstop! Benoni led us to a secret for he found. There was an ugly shrine and a cave entrance. With nowhere else to go, we headed for the cave.

We followed this for an hour or so, when found a couple chairs. Courtex found tracks that led into a wide cavern. I entered the cavern, and looked around only to find the way I had come was gone. Gerneck, Cortex and I were in the room, but there was no sign of Benoni. I stared looking for a lever or switch, when Cortex disappeared, the reappeared a moment later with benoni. They must have found. Secret door in the wall. Benoni found a secret door on the other end of the cavern. We went through on found ourselves in a small library. I found a book that had no dust on it in like all the other books that have been untouched for awhile.

We soon discovered we were in a house and back on the kaer! I wanted to search the house, but Benoni had a scared look on his face and wanted to leave. We exited the house and were beset by some monsters. I stepped in front of gerneck and dove into the fray. I dropped on of my best lines, but the beast just drooled. Tough crowd… I managed to nail the beast quite a few times before it landed a solid blow on me. OW! That’s going to hurt in the morning. Just wait till the barmaids see this scar! Before I could retaliate the monsters disappeared!

We didn’t waste time and fled the scene. benoni led us to his family’s barn. Here we sent the night. Come morning I was shocked to find my wounds had vanished. Again we debated what to do. Finally agreeing to head to the council hall then play it by ear. Benoni took his masters, titoo and titoo’s friend and went ahead. The rest us followed behind with the rest of the wounded. As the gate came into site, we saw benoni attacking titoos friend and speaking gibberish.

I yelled out, asking what he was doing, to my horror only gibberish came out. I tried again, still gibberish. What was I supposed to do! With out my voice I’m only a shell! An incredibly good looking shell, but a shell all the same! Cortex seemed uneffected, as we could understand him. We tried to stop benoni, but we heard a mob coming and benoni took off. I pursued him with the rest of my friends following close behind. Gerneck tried to slow Benoni by making him sick, but all that did was stop him from attacking random people. What had come over him. Cortex tried to scare the mob back, but only riled them up more. Seeing it was no use he turned and followed us as well. Of our masters there was no sign, I’m sure they hid when they saw the mob. If only I could speak, then I could whoo this mob into silence.

We managed to make it to the secret corridor that led to the kaer entrance. Once the four of us were inside Gerneck hit the switch and the door closed just as the mob rounded the corner.

We gained a brief respite as we wait for these evil spells to end. We can only wonder what has happened over the last couple days and did our masters reach safety…

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I sure hope this is not a Dead End, pun fully intended
an account by Benoni

We Finally lost the City Guard that has been chasing us, thanks to our new found Friend. I am not too sure what I think about helping and being helped by a Thief, but our choices are limited and he too is wanted. It appears that the City guard caught his friend and now the Thief Guild wants him dead now too. Plus who am I to judge, some may not see us as the Good Guys after those Guards fell, but we know that we are not the ones to blame.

Our friend even found us some clothes and disguises to help us get around without being noticed, he has even been to the Prisons where they might be holding our Masters. But the best news that we found out from him is that Cortex was released, at the time we were relieved to hear the news and sent him a note to see if he would want to join with us. At dusk we went to meet Cortex at the barn that he was going to lead us to when we were attacked. Cortex brought us in and asked our friend to keep watch, little did we know at the time that Cortex was released only to lore us into a trap. But he, not wanting to trust our New found Friend, told us of the trap and when we decided to go anyway, he went with us.

Thanks to Gerneck we know before we got there that the guard had been doubled but that our plan to gain access through the roof would still work. When we got to the building Eramos flew up and attached my Grapple hook and the thief and I climbed quickly up, not even slowing down enough to see if the second floor was occupied. I guess that the thrill of getting the Maters out made me forget that this still was a trap. We made it down the stairs to the main floor and opened the window for Cortex and Gerneck, after helping the ork through Cortex realized that he would not fit, and it was decided that he wait outside.

Without delay we continued down the stairs and carefully opened the door, we could see two guards playing dice. Not wanting to make much noise we quickly attacked the Guards and Gerneck must have been more excited to see his master then I was since he almost single handedly took one guard out by himself, I mean this IS Gerneck the one that just shoots spells at people from afar. But boy he has some pack to his punch. I did not too bad either, dropping the other guard on my first hit and knocking him out with the second.

After tying up the Guards we first went to check the door that lies opposite the cells, just to make sure that there were not more guards waiting for us, trapping us against the cell doors. To our surprise it was a strong room holding all kinds of precious minerals, silver coin, weapons and much more. We hesitated just a moment at the door when I saw a bow, knowing that it was better fashioned then mine I took it, and when I was ready to turn back around, I noticed a hidden door in the wall. I was just about ready to open it when our Friend started to get very nervous about saving his friend. So we went back and opened the door leading to the cell.

In the last few days we have heard several stories, including many about people that were believed dead in KA. All in all, I was starting to feel that there was more to what we have always been told and that there was an Evil behind it All. Upon seeing our Masters I know by the way they had been beaten and wounded that Evil truly had a hand is this work, and maybe even the disappearances and the sickness among the Elves back home. While the thief opened the cell I heard footsteps approaching from the stairs, it was Cortex, but what was he doing here, was this the trap after all?

Cortex quickly told me how he was caught and informed me the guards would be coming soon, very soon. I told the others to hurry up, and tried to think of a way out, remembering the hidden door I told Cortex where is was and asked him to check it out while I kept guard at the door. He returned and told me that it was some type of shrine but that there was a tunnel that lead away underground, Our Way Out! It was then that we heard the Guards approach the door, thinking of what I could do, Cortex quickly put his weight against the door, talk about a door stop, anyway I broke the key off in the lock to hinder the guards from unlocking the door, then went I told the others that it was time to leave and that we needed to leave now. Helping my Uncles out of the Cell was difficult, their wounds keeping them from quickness, my anger sparked again and I took each of them under the arms to try to assist them, we did not make it this far only to fail.

When we entered the strong room I turned and broke off the last key in one of the locks, I sure hope I will not need them in the tunnel. Cortex was right there was a Shrine and unholy one at that, if we were not being chased and if our Masters were not so badly wounded I would have torn it down, but instead I turned my attention to the tunnel and to our fate. Whatever stands before us, I know that we will make it, and if we can find time to mend the wounds of our Masters, I have an extra Bow and two swords for them to pick up and help us fight this evil or help us back into the Kaer.

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Choosing sides
between a rock and, well....a rock.

I awoke chained in a strange room. My master Handreaux sat before me. I felt a great burden of conscience. What had become of the others? Handreaux questioned me about these newcomers. I realized that lying had gotten me into this situation so I was honest with him about all I knew and had deduced. He listened and left. He returned with guards and Argathiel, the leader of the Council. I grew nervous. What could the leader of the Ardanyan Council want with me? He bade me follow him and he led me through the council house to the tax collector’s office and then down some stairs. There were two guards and a heavy door protecting this carved out chamber. I noticed two doors but only one of them did Argathiel order the men to open. He then led me in, told the guards to leave and removed my shackles. In this room lay tons of treasure in raw materials, money, weapons and other items. Argathiel called it the riches of Ardanyan.
He then laid out for me the history of Ardanyan in brief which I record here for purposes of sharing with my brotherhood at my next communion:

“Even before the Scourge, Ork Scorchers attacked this area when it was nothing more than a settlement – when this area had far less to offer than this. Before that, this crossing was the site of a shrine devoted to Rashomon – a place where the questor Ardan Yan blessed travelers with courage and endurance for the rest of their journey. Ork Scorchers became interested in this site when it became palisaded.
“On a clear night, they attacked, razing the place without mercy, and slaying the few warriors brave enough to take up the fight. Ardan Yan died along with them. The scorchers took everything they could upon their massive thundra beasts.
“After the scourge, history has repeated itself. Ork Scorchers became interested in Ardanyan again. In the early years, they harassed villagers in a small raid. They took lives, gold and food. Full of pride, they even announced their return.
“I had little time to prepare. I managed to hire a coven of Elementalists to erect a protective wall encircling the village. Still, the fortification was too small to prove a hindrance to the ork chieftan at the time. His men were hungry for battle and he called upon them to raze Ardanyan to the ground. But you know what I did? I had another surprise for them. I had earth elementals buried in the ground which emerged during the attack, throwing those scorchers right off of their mounts and forcing them to retreat.
“For a time, nothing happened. Soon, settlers returned and Ardanyan began to prosper again. I knew the ork scorchers would try something again someday. I bought the fire cannons that are on this building’s very roof from the t’skrang down river. When the scorchers did finally attack again, and they DID attack, Ghatz Bloodeyes, the ork chieftan, was the only target. Once he was dead, the ork scorchers fled never to return.”

He then offered me a deal. I would be pardoned for my involvement and possibly get some of the materials to make my own armor. In exchange, I have three days to find this group of new comers and lead them to the other room behind the other door. He said I needed to do it, to prove my loyalty to this city.

I truly felt that these Name-givers were not a threat despite their assault on the guards. They seemed earnest in their quest. Even the windling, despite his ego. But I would be of no use to them or to Lerod and Mary locked up here. Even though I would outlive Argathiel and could be freed later, my consolation would only be that I knew whoever had killed then would be dead also. But I could not stand the thought of more innocent lives being lost. So I agreed reluctantly to the deal with a resolve to inform them of the plot before it happened to give them a chance to flee should they choose.

Argathiel gave me documents and maps of the council house to enable me to assist them getting inside. To help me locate them he also spread word on the street that I had been released and would return to the forge. I left with a heavy heart. Argathiel seemed genuine but I felt like I was being used in ways I could not agree with. I returned to the little room off the barn behind the forge to rest and recover from my wounds.

I was awoken at dusk by a human. I pinned him to the wall until he produced a note from Benoni, the elf with the new comers. He asked for help. I knew we needed some privacy to plan and I wasn’t sure I liked the look of this human so I sent a note back for them to join me and we could talk. I could not believe my luck.

Shortly after that Benoni, Eramus (windling) and Gerneck (one-eared ork), arrived at the forge in disguise. They had acquired more updated clothing which I took for a good sign. The troll was not with them and they did not mention him so I presume he was killed, captured or abandoned their quest. The three informed me of their plan to break into the council house tonight. I could tell from their determination that I could not dissuade them. Still unsure of the human named Titoo’s intentions, I suggested he keep watch while we plan our assault. I then revealed to them that this was a trap but they remained determined to find their masters. And I decided to help them.

During our conversations they mentioned stories that the council had been unjustly imprisoning those that seemed to succeed in the city. That many were executed without trial. I began to suspect that the group Argathiel had claimed were Theran spies and slavers, may indeed be these masters. If indeed they were, I could no longer throw my lot in with Argathiel, Handreaux or anyone in authority in Ardanyan. I also learned that Argathiel may actually have come from the Kaer as well on an earlier expedition and duped those inside into believing they had all been wiped out.

We made our plan to have the three most agile, climb to the roof and go down the trapdoor there, to the ground floor and let Gerneck and I in through a window. This worked almost flawlessly except I was too big for the windows. I helped Gerneck in, told them I would keep watch and wished them luck. Then I waited. I’m not sure how much time passed but I was startled by a guard walking around the corner of the building. At first, I was tempted to bash him but he seemed to recognize me and before I could stop him, he called the other guards over. They apparently had been let in on the plan.

They asked me what I was doing there. Going against my nature, I lied and told them that I was waiting for the group to arrive but they were running late. Sadly, I’m not a good liar and they dispatched one of the guards to get Argathiel who was still in the council house. I continued my bluff and appealed to their logic to get most of them back to the entrance. They did post one guard on the corner but I knew we could handle one guard.

Argathiel came out and I repeated my story to him. He invited me inside and I protested feigning concern that this whole plan could fall apart if I am not there to meet the Name-givers. He assured me they would warn me of the coming and I should go inside. I agreed and followed. He then instructed me to go down to the treasure chamber and he would join me shortly. Still I held to my story in hopes of buying them more time and then went down the stairs to warn them.

They had handled the two guards left to guard the chamber. They were busy in the other room but Benoni saw me and came over. I told him that Argathiel was coming and possible some more soldiers. He told me of a secret passage in the treasure room he had seen and asked me to go check it out. I did so to discover it led to a shrine to some passion or god and a tunnel. I came out to inform Benoni of the tunnel to see him up against the closed door. I could hear the sound of people on the other side. I knew he alone could not hold the force of many guards. But I could. I walked over and put my weight against the door to hold it shut. Benoni shoved the key in and broke it off. It was then that I saw Titoo come out of the prison area with his friend that he came to rescue. And as Eramus and Gerneck escorted their badly wounded masters out, I knew that Argathiel could not be trusted. I waited as they all moved into the treasure room.

I could not tell if others would come but I knew we needed to go and that I could help carry the wounded if I needed to. So I left the door and followed them into the treasure room. I felt no love for those who had horded this treasure and so I grabbed some silver coins and a bunch of precious ore while Benoni broke off another key in the door to the treasure room. I followed them into the shrine.

There was only one way to go now. Wherever that tunnel led would be our fate.

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Did you see that BOW!
an account by Benoni

Well it appears that we will not be getting into the Kaer for the time being, and I just know that there is a Hero’s welcome on the other side with a nice shiny Elven War Bow. But instead the stupid crystal is broken, so we cannot communicate with the Kaer. And by the looks of Marx’s, a troll that we meet from the original party, pounding on the door all day does not work either. I guess it is up to us to save the Master’s and hope that they can find a way in to our families and that War Bow.

After going through the tunnels again, I am sure that someone has been trying to keep us down here. From the broken key switches to the new doors, it is evident that someone does not want KA to return to the world above. By the way KA is our new name for the Kaer, that way no one will know what we are talking about, I think the Troll made it up, and even for being so big his is not too stupid, well most of the time.

After we exited the tunnels we all could not help but to stand in amazement at the scene before us. There was a, Sun, I think that is what it is called that gave off such warmth, and there was no end to the sky, it went up and out forever. Looking at the sky we noticed smoke coming from a short distance and thought to start our search there. It was a Huge City, filled with all kinds of people. I guess that the Horror really has fled from the land. Strange though, they made you pay money to get into the town, of course my luck at the tables has not been going to well, some Eramos help me out. I am starting to like his fiery nature more and more.

After a short talk with the City Guard, we went to the market Place to see if we could find anything out about the people that were captured, our Masters. There we were meet by the strangest Obsidenman I have ever seen or even heard of, he was Brown. He was more than happy to help us and even directed us to an inn to wait for him to finish his duties. It was on the way to the Inn that I saw the most beautiful item of the day, even glowed brighter then the Sun. a brand new Elven War Bow, proudly being displayed in a store window. I wanted to go in and check it out but the others said that it would be best to get to the inn quickly. Reluctantly I followed still thinking about of finely the different woods intertwined along the whole length of the Bow.

At the inn Eramos again helped me out and bought me a drink, he even went to the tables with me. But my bad luck still is holding, I thanked Eramos and knowing that he IS Eramos I promised that I would watch his back, I just did not think that he would be needing it so soon. That reminds me, I owe Gerneck some money too. I will never have enough to buy that bow.

After a short time the stranger we meet in the Market arrived, his name is Cortex, and all in all he seems to be a good guy. Apparently he noticed us by our clothes, said that is was Dated, we tried to explain that everyone in KA dressed this way and he soon realized that we were from a Kaer that was yet to be opened. He even informed us that several Kaers had been opened for Decades. He also showed us a wanted picture with our descriptions on it. We knew that we would have to hide until we were able to decide what to do next. Unfortunately we were already too late.

As Cortex started to lead out Marx’s and Eramos he noticed some of the City Guard waiting out front, we had been spotted. He tried to talk his way around them but to no avail and before you knew it Marx’s was out the door knocking an un-expecting guard to the ground, stupid Troll, thinking with his axe before his head. But if it stopped there, we might have been fine. Then I noticed that even though Cortex was trying to motion us to stay in the inn out flew Eramos, insulting the first guard he saw. Well at this point not only was the wanted Windling not seen by the guards but I had made a promise to cover his little feathered back, so out I went with swords bared and ready to strike. The battle was quick but not quick enough for Cortex, he fell under some heavy blows. I quickly finished my foe and attacked one of his attackers, even slaying them in the process and when the second one turned to flee I pulled my bow and fired. But he was able to call to his comrades before the arrow struck home killing him. The Troll finished with his foes and tried to help Cortex, but it was not enough. And Cortex is far too heavy to be lifted or even dragged quickly and we just saw more guards coming from the side of the building and Gerneck come running out saying that more were coming through the inn.

Bracing myself for another fierce battle, we saw a stranger yelling at us to follow him down a side street. We are not too sure of his intentions but we knew what would have happened to those Guards if we would have stayed and we did not come here to Kill the City Guard but to save our Masters and find a way back to the Kaer, so we followed the stranger and left Cortex where he lay on the road. But before I left I did pull my sword and finished off a foe that was on the ground stating in a loud voice the He would now perish under my sword even as Cortex did. I hope that helps the poor pile of Brown rock, for it is all that I can do, FOR NOW!

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From good to worse (week 3)
AKA "Oh good, oh crap!"

I’ve spent the last year gaining the reputation for honesty. I’ve also gained a reputation for getting taken advantage of. Ardanyan has not been a terribly friendly place for me being who I am. They don’t look kindly on those who are different. If I had grey or black skin like other Obsidimen, perhaps they would treat me like an equal. But still, Hadreaux recognized my potential and I’ve learned much in my year as his apprentice. The city guard appreciated the work I do on their weapons and I’ve gained some respect among them.

Why do I tell you this? Well, today I went against my gut and my reputation has been tarnished. It started the same as most others this last year. The weather made for a good hot day at the forge. I had finished a dagger for someone in Hangside when Hadreaux asked me to go and fill an order for ingots and gems from a trader who had just arrived. I felt honored to finally have gained such trust as to make procurement errands. Indeed Hadreaux trusts very few with the forge’s money.

Recently, I’ve been thinking back on the destruction of Lerod and Mary. My guilt at not avenging them and feeling like I had saved enough to begin searching for whoever killed them, I decided I should make some armor of my own. However, to make living armor requires special materials. They are not cheap. So I’ve been looking for an opportunity to get some good metals and elements to forge some weapons and armor to sell on my own. As I haggled with the caravan trader, I noticed an unlikely group of travellers enter Ardanyan. Very rarely since the scourge does one see an elf, troll, ork and windling travel together. Even more rare was a windling with feathered wings.

Perhaps, it was my own feeling of separation with my kind because of my skin color that intrigued me or perhaps it was the out-dated fashion of their clothing. But I felt drawn to this group. I knew Kaer history. I knew there were some still unopened. I also had spent many evenings regaled by treasure-seekers about the wealth and exotic materials held in the Kaers. I felt this could be my chance to finally get ahead. I approached them and introduced myself. Their language also betrayed their recent arrival to the outside. But this only fueled my desire to befriend them. Then I saw the poster. Three of this group were wanted by the city guard. I had no doubts based on the description. And while the money from the reward for turning them in would get me close to my goals, I felt from talking with them that they posed no real threat and perhaps suffered from a misunderstanding. I also knew that would destroy any hopes of getting what I really wanted. I encouraged the ork to cover his missing ear although I had only a dirty forge cloth to offer. I directed them to the Red Raven Inn. Surely there they should be safe. The city guard was well aware of what went on there and they turned a blind eye. It could be a place for them to stay out of sight until I could talk with them further.

I sent them on their way and tried to discretely remove the poster. The longer I could keep others from looking for them, the more I could learn. I needed to return to Hadreaux with my procurement. I did so and he seemed quite pleased with my selection of metals and gems. I even returned with more money than he had expected. I took advantage to ask for the afternoon off. He did look at me funny as he knew I found a lot of comfort being at the forge but he agreed. I hurried to the Red Raven Inn and saw another poster on the outside. Even here, they were looking. Perhaps, I had misjudged them. Perhaps I had made a mistake in seeking after my own interests. My gut churned but the image of Lerod in the field flooded my mind and I tore down that poster and entered the inn.

As I entered I noticed the windling and elf over by the gamblers. That table always seated those interested in losing more money than they gained. I watched the elf lose and then the windling win twice. Despite his appearance he seemed to have the luck. I had offered them a round of drinks on me and I went to the bartender. I paid for the drinks and he begged me to not destroy his chairs. I had broken three so far and I realized that I had not paid for the last two so I added some money to cover the cost of chairs.

During our conversation, the elf and troll dropped big hints that they really were from a Kaer and I confirmed it with my pointed assumption. The elf said he had access to many elements and insinuated that two dwarves raised him. This surprised me but life in a Kaer must be different than on the outside. I suggested they find a place to stay that is out of the way but the owner of the Red Raven claimed no rooms were free. I then learned that money among this group was low.

They seemed very interested in finding out what happened to an advanced search party from their Kaer. I only knew that some slavers had recently been arrested. The two events seemed more than coincidental. I had perhaps exaggerated slightly my association with the guard and they asked if I could get them in to see the slavers. I knew this would be beyond my influence but perhaps I could get in myself. I would know by the style of clothing if the ‘slavers’ were indeed from their Kaer. I hoped by doing so, the elf would see fit to grant me some of these ancient elements.

I knew that this plan would take time. Until then, I needed to get them hidden and soon. The windling offered extreme resistance to hiding his abnormal wings. I revealed the wanted poster in hopes of encouraging him but to no avail. He also seemed to be the most likely to blow the whole operation so I suggested that I take the group just two at a time to a barn behind the forge. I suggested keeping the windling with the troll as hopefully the troll could keep him contained and offer some semblance of cover.

I led the troll and windling to the door and stepped out to make sure the path was clear. Unfortunately, I disregarded the t’skrang’s desire for money and astuteness at identifying the group. Outside stood three city guards. I knew two of them as they had recently been in to have their swords sharpened. The one I did not know immediately asked if I had seen the three on the wanted poster. This caught me off guard and my fear of getting caught overwhelmed my sense of honesty and I blurred the truth. I told them I had seen them down at the market in hopes of sending them away in that direction. He accused me of lying and ordered the two next to him and others that came from around the corners of the building to arrest me.

I began backing up towards the inn trying to wave my hand discretely for the others to stay inside. This was to no avail as the troll barged from the building and attacked one of the guards knocking the guard off his feet. Since the troll had not been mentioned I hoped the common sense of the others would prevail and we could get away. However, the stubborn windling followed the troll out the door and attacked. I presumed at this point all was lost. I could not deny the truth now that the windling had appeared. With that realization came great relief of conscience but greater fear of arrest. I swung at the other guard and missed.

From here most of the fight is a blur. The elf joined us at some point, another guard attacked me and I discovered that my focus on forging had left little time for combat training. I could not even hit the two trained soldiers. I tried some feeble defensive skills but took several hits. Exhausted and bleeding, I collapsed unconscious on the street. And now, I don’t know where I am but….

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Fallen Logs Week Two
Where are the Masters?

Its been two days now… Two days since our masters were sent out of the kaer. They were only supposed to have a look then return. That should not have required this much time. Something must have happened.

The last couple have days were longer than normal for me. I just couldn’t get over these envious feelings. Our masters should have taken us. Hadn’t we proven ourselves? My friends and I pretty much retrieved that bowl on our own. Sure they sent that Jones guy with us, but come on! I’d hardly call that guy helpful. Regardless, our masters left us behind. How are we supposed to learn more from them when they are gone? What if something happened to them? I feel like these walls are closing around me. Anyways, I tire of such dark thoughts. They days weren’t all bad. I feel that Benoni, Gerneck, and I are becoming fast friends. I think they were a little intimidated by me at first. It must be the wings, most people aren’t used to my strange wings.

I spent most of the first day meditating on ways to further taunt my goes off their guard. The second day I met up with Benoni and Gerneck. They were startled to hear so many rumors about our masters. I thought I better show them how not all rumors are true. I made up some story about Joran Hardhe opening the kaer again or something like that. My friends were amazed at how the rumor spread like wild wild fire.

Our thoughts turned back you our masters. We began discussing what to do. I suggested that we find a way to sneak outside the kaer. We began exploring that option, when Benoni suddenly noticed a strange pale skinned woman, dressed all in black, staring at us. Gerneck said it was Ghandjoon, one of his discipline. She must be powerful, Gerneck was clearly in awe of her. Can’t say I blame him, she’s pretty cute in a dark sort of way. Gerneck introduced us. I offered to buy her a drink, but she must have been really busy. For despite my best smile, she declined. She’ll come around.

Ghandjoon suddenly took on a grim face. She turned tho Gerneck and told him that its imperitive that we go to Okoros. Once there we were to go to some shop and tell the owner some super secret password. Then my interest jumped tenfold when she said it was concerning our masters. Eager to learn more we rushed out the tavern. We got the the shop with out incident. Benoni and I went inside, Gerneck must have hesitated for he did not follow us in right away. Inside Benoni started asking about some type of bow again. What’s so special about an “Elven Bow” anyways, my bow works just fine. I figure I’d do a little window shopping, but changed my mind when a shelf about fell on me. Seriously, he should make sure those shelves are more sturdy, before someone gets hurt!

Gerneck came then. He muttered some gibberesh to the shopkeep, which must have been the magic words. The shop keep suddenly pulled open a trap door and whisked us inside. We walked down a dark hallway and found ourselves at a jail cell. The shop keep left with one the guards, supposedly to get Joran. We took the opportunity to drill the remaining guard for information. We almost had him, when Joran walked in. I didn’t even get to poke him in the foot. He led us into the cell. We started to suspect betrayal until Joran quickly explained that it was the only safe place to talk. He confirmed our fears. Our masters were overdue.

He asked us to go out and check for our masters and the return. That’s right, OUTSIDE! We agreed (duh!) He showed us a secret way to the kaer door, gave some us more mumbo jumbo to speak to the outer door, and told about some device that is supposed to allow us to communicate with people in kaer. We were just about to leave when, to our horror, in walked Harrison Jones. There were audible groans and murmors of complaints. Joran explained about traps, which somewhat allayed our fears, and we set out.

We made it to the doors with no problems. Luckily Gerneck was there as he remembered the magic words, that’s his area of expertise after all! Then we were through the outer doors. My excitement was only slightly tempered when I saw not open sky, but rock outside the kaer. The door closed and we took a moment to look around. I noticed the device thing but nobody answered when I tapped on it and said hello. There was a small river ahead of us and we noticed some stairs on the other side. We crossed and all turned to see the water rise and cover the door. Only the communication device was above the water. I could barely see ahead with the small light from my quartz, but Benoni and Gerneck could see well enough so we pressed on.

We came upon a small chamber that apparently had some flying creatures in it. Despite Benoni and my complaints, Gerneck wanted to leave them alone. We grudgingly agreed and backtracked to another corridor. We came upon the first signs of worked stone since we left the kaer. Sensing trouble we paused and sent jones in to check for traps. He swaggered in, acting like he knew what he was talking about. He pointed out some blow dart holes, and we thought he might know something after all, when he took a step and set off the very dart holes he pointed out! He jumped back just in time and started to say, “seem that’s what I was talk…” when there was a click and we felt a rush of wind. He had inadvertantly triggered another trap! Wondering what just happened, I looked back to Jones, just in time to see his head fall from his shoulders! Guess he didn’t know enough after all! I couldn’t help but think, “oh well, I never liked him anyways.”

We pressed on an came to a room that had a hole in the ceiling. Benoni said it looked about 30 yards up. I flew up to check it out and noticed one door out of the upper room. I flew back down and passed the word on. We were going to go up but lacked enough rope.

In another corridor we found to hallways with stepped depressions in the floor full of some sort of water. Benoni crossed and said that he smelled some sort of gas that made him sleepy, but otherwise was unharmed. Gerneck then tried the other pool and passed out before he even got to the water. We roused him and figured we be fine if we hold our breath. Once again, i didnt get to poke him in the foot as he roused to quickly. Not trusting the water, I took a deep breath, held it, then flew across. I made it with no problems. Gerneck and Benoni followed close behind unharmed. Guess the water was safe after all.

We came upon another room with a hole in the ceiling, only this one had a rope ladder! I flew up again and found, just like before, a single door. This time my friends followed me up and we decided to go through the door. Finding it locked we decided to force the door open. Benoni and I started hacking on it, but it was pretty thick. Gerneck started to say we should look for another way, when Benoni broke through.

Inside we found a room with a couple other locked doors, a closed portculis, and what looks like a wall of debri blocking a passage to keep people out… or in. I found I could slip through the bars in the porculis.

Just on the other side I froze. Suddenly there was a roar, and woah what a smell. My friends thought the beast intimidated me. Bah! Hardly… really it was the smell… I could barely stop from retching, when a huge beast reared up right in front of me. Doing what any sane person would do, I flew up out of its reach. I tried to pelt it with some arrows but couldn’t get that smell out of my nose. Luckily Benoni came up and nailed it with an arrow. Gerneck followed chanting some more mumbo jumbo, and the beast roared in pain. Not being able to reach this new threat, the beast left down a side passage. No sooner was it gone, than the portculis suddenly opened.

I wasn’t paying much attention to that however, up ahead there was a faint light. It was unlike any light I had ever seen. I was just starting to make out what looked like thousands of quartz crystals in a huge cavern ceiling when a sharp pain bit my shoulder. I looked down to see an arrow sticking out of my shoulder!

An elf said something about prisoners or something like that. I yelled that he shot me and drew my sword. Benoni tried to reason with him, at least I think he did… They started going back and forth in elven. They elf apparently had friends. He let out a whistle and some of his buddies showed up. Still Benoni tried to reason with them. I had to remind him that THEY SHOT ME! Finally Benoni saw reason. He fired off a shot and the fight was on.

I swooped in and got a few knicks in while Benoni and Gerneck attacked from afar. We exchanged a few blows when Benoni and Gernecked dropped an elf. The rest of the elves then fled the caverns entrance. I was thinking how they were cowereds and was just about to go loot the dead elfs corpse, when we heard the portculis start to drop. Benoni and Gerneck jumped to the inside, back the way we had come. They yelled at me to follow, when they elves, apparently not gone, began moving into view, firing a shot, and the moving out of view. Sparing the elves their dignity, I didn’t want to defeat them alone and take all the credit. So I followed my companions, slipping back through the portculis. After some debate we decided to go report back to the kaer and possibly get some help. Like we need it!

So here I sit, writing this journal entry as we camp outside the kaer. Perhaps tomorrow I will finally get to see the sky…

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Another adventure with this group?
Why me?

Last night I had the most interesting night. I had a visit from that windling and elf that like to hang around me. I always forget their names. They came barging into my room, thankfully I had just finished my meditation or else I would have been mad. How does anyone expect a magician to improve if I don’t get the chance to meditate? Anyways they told me that the two dwarf guards wanted to talk to the three of us about a job that they needed help with. I was intrigued so I went with them.
We met with Flim and Jhonda to talk about a plan that they needed help with. We met a different human by the name of Harrison Jones. He was weird even for human standards, and he had the most unusual accent. They told us of a plan to pretend that one of the prisoner’s had told us where the cultist’s hideout and that we happen to let the other one escape. It was out mission to follow the the escaped cultist back to his hideout and get the bowl back. Harrison was a tracker and would help us follow the prisoner and get the bowl back but he wouldn’t help in the fighting.
We all decided to go along with the plan and waited outside the jail for the escapee to make his getaway. The windling, Eramos by name, flew up to the top og the jail and was on guard to let us know which way the cultist went. The rest of us went in different directions to wait it out. I saw the cultist leave by the back door dressed up in dwarf clothing, it was quite comical. I saw the elf, Benoni, spy him and Harrison follow him up the street. I looked for the windling and saw him twirling and making a fool of himself on the roof. Harrison had to practically yell to get his attention. It was a good thing the cultist was hard of hearing. well we followed the human into the deeps and around some twists and turns and such. Harrison had to help us at points but the elf and I could see the light from the cultist’s torch and could follow him most of the time by ourselves.
We finally came to a door. The elf looked at it and stated that it was locked. We did our best to look for any hidden latches or traps. We finally persuaded Harrison o=to pick the lock but he food out that it was unlocked in the first place.
We heard some muttering up around a bend and I tried to cautiously sneak around the corner. Not that it would have done any good, the windling walked out in the middle of the tunnel and asked the four men there where the loo was. There was a mad man, the escapee and two other men there looking none too happy. They charged us immediately. Two went after the windling, the mad man after the elf, probably because the elf was trying to take his head off with his arrows, and one after me. I tried my best to launch an astral spear at the oncomers but it didn’t work out right. I need to practice that spell a bit more. But I was able to get a few spirit darts off before they attacked. The windling was holding his own against the two and the elf had the mad man under control. The last attacker was getting close to me so I reattuned one of my matrices to hold the spirit grip spell, ready for the onslaught.
Just as my attacker went after me, he was joined by his two friends that were going after the windling. I looked around and couldn’t see the dang pipsqueak anywhere. The three of them got a few good blows in on me. I was hurting bad. I was able to get my spirit grip on one of them and put him into the grave where he belongs. The elf came up to another and took him out from behind. The windling helped with the third but wasn’t able to kill him. The elf went back and finished off the mad man and I went to follow him. The last attacker went down with the three of us together. I remember seeing Harrison slink off towards the back end of the cave, probably looking for the bowl.
Looking around we noticed that one of the cultists was only unconscious so we tied him up and searched the rest of them. we found a few flasks of oil and a couple of light quartz. There was some money that we split between the three of us. We found a book, supposedly from the mad man. The elf said it was a bunch of ramblings but I didn’t look at it. I didn’t take the strain of looking at it in astral space either. There might be something on there that I might see if I can look into it later. But with the bowl back in the hands of the kaer, the masters are off to go look at the Horror and see what they can see.
I must end my account now and get back to some meditation and learning of spells. My master might be gone for a while so I need to get the most out of this time as I can. Until next time.

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Late Post of the First Day
A late journal entry

My day started out just fine. I was able to get some studying in before my Master Brelduin came to me and asked me to go into town to get some supplies for some spells he was preparing. At first I was a little upset but he threw in a few extra silver for me to get a decent meal while in town. I do love my master’s meals but nothing beats a slab of juicy ham in the morning or a nice tender rack of lamb… But I digress.
I was enjoying my first course at a simple inn. There was a windling with weird wings, more like a birds rather then a dragonfly, there telling his story of something or other with a group of people listening. There was also a group of orks devouring a pile of food.
I was minding my own business when all of a sudden an elf in the corner yelled out in pain and pulled a shiny object from his mouth. the group of orks got up and demanded that the elf give them their stuff back. Well the elf had a no care attitude and pulled out two swords from his back. The Windling jumped down and pulled out an oversized toothpick and started calling one ork names and mentioning bad things about his mother. I got up from my table and looked to see how I could make it out and away from all the fighting. I found the opportunity to leave and was about to take it when one of the fighting orks asked for help from me. I looked at him and didn’t see any reason to help. Most of my kind left me alone so I leave most of my kind alone. One ork laughed and called me a freak and mentioned my sore spot. I knew the gahad had come over me and I knew I couldn’t stop it, not that I wanted to try all that much.
The fight didn’t last too long. The windling was stabbing the ork that called me names and I kept launching spell after spell to kill that ork. The elf must have taken care of the other two by himself since after I killed the one ork I looked around and saw him decapitate the last ork. My blood was pumping and I was looking for something or someone to attack or even dare make fun of me. But the next thing I knew the guard was in the shop cleaning everything up. I heard a brief mutter to me to go back to my master. I don’t remember all that much and I had even forgotten to shop around town to get the supplies that my mast needed.
I was able to calm down and return home. My master wasn’t too happy that I forgot the supplies but told me that we needed to go back the next day for a meeting of some kind with all the masters. Brelduin said he might be leaving, I don’t want him to go. I know there is so much more that he can teach me. But he is my master and I must follow.
The next day we showed up at the inn where the meeting was to take place. I saw the windling and elf from the day before. I tried to stay clear but Benoni, the elf, called me over and we sat and drank and talked for a while. I saw quite a few masters coming and going in the inn. I think the windling was talking about the fight from the day before but I couldn’t be sure, all the facts were wrong. My master came out and asked me to get some scrolls from our room so I went upstairs and retrieved them. On the way down I saw the elf and windling coming up and to get some items as well. The windling tried to talk to me but I just shrugged him off. I went back down to the common room and “mingled” as best I could.
At some point the windling left the inn but then came back in. Towards the evening the elf left as well. During the evening I had the impression that a big blood ritual was going on with all kinds of magics taking place. Too bad I haven’t meditated on my Astral Sight or else I might have been in for a real magical treat. But all of the sudden two windows in the common room were bashed in and fire erupted around the room. At the same instant I could feel the workings of nethermantic magic coming from the room of masters. I raced to the door but the windling got to it before me. I went in and could feel the ethereal darkness at work here. I don’t know why I could see through it, normally I can but not this time.
My master told me not to worry about him and to chase down the people that caused all of this. With reluctancy I left and ran after a group of people who were fleeing. Two of the attackers broke off from the group and stayed to fight the windling who was in front. I caught up and helped as best I could with my magic. I saw some arrows flying so the elf was probably around. In the first part of the battle the two attackers, they looked like the rumored horror cultists, got a jump on the windling and he went down pretty fast being as frail as he is. By that time the elf had come to help and was able to tangle up the attackers. I tried to get into the mix of things with my spirit grip but the elf was able to knock out the two before I got the chance. The windling was all right but looked battered up. The kaer guard came and took care of the cultists and we were able to leave. I made sure my master was fine and we went to go find an inn to stay at since our current dwelling was just a hush of what it was before. These have been an interesting last couple of days.

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