Earthdawn - Who Really Kaers?

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The Fallen Logs - Week One
The strain will kill you

Gather round ladies and gents. Especially the ladies. Have I a tale to tell you.

It all started when I went to the market to sample some of the food. There were these Orks that were gorging themselves on food hardly leaving any for the rest of us. All of a sudden this Elf, with a sweet looking quiver on his back, cries out in pain. We all turn to look. It appears he had a shiny surprise in the form of a ruby, hidden in his bread. Had I known that, I would have put those Orks to shame… Anyways, those Orks apparently thought it belonged to them. Well the Elf didn’t think so and suddenly had some swords in hand. Doing what any self repecting adventurer would I yelled bar fight and jumped to the elfs defense, besides the orks made fun of my wings and that just wasn’t nice. Two of the orks went after the elf, the third came for me, thinking I was easy prey. I am only 18" tall after all. The elf seemed to be holding his own. I promptly insulted my opponents mother then tought him not to underestimate windlings as i knocked him on his back. Seen this the bigger ork turned to a fourth ork who was just minding his own business and mocked his ear, or lack of. You see this new ork was missing an ear, an apparently is a little touchy about it. He went into a rage a used some sort of spell on the guy i knocked around. He ended up killing the poor ork. The elf then dispatched one of his orks before the guards broke it up. To top it all off the elf just handed the gem over to the authorities! After all we went through as well!

Any ways later that day my master was impressed with my tale. She then dragged me off to some boring meeting in the center of the kaer. I immediately impressed the waitresses with tales of my heroic battle. I got bored after a little while and peeked through a window to see what my master was up to. Well she busted me, so i gave her my best smile and a wink. She let me off the hook, the wink works every time!, then sent me off to grab something for her. I bumped into the elf and one eared ork in the inn, but I must have intimidated them as they just walked on by. I just barely got back into another tale when the inn started on fire. Totally rude to interrupt me like that! Anyways, i tried to warn my master but all the elders must have been goofing around and blew out all the lanterns, it was pitch black in there room. Well i didnt want to interrupt their game, so i went outside to find who started the fire and interruped me.

Turns out it was sone robed figures. Two of them fell backed to slow me down. I must have underestimate the strain of the days events, as i let one of them get a lucky shot in. The ground hurts! Anyways i shook off the black dots and jumped up to teach them a lesson, only to find the elf and ork (what were there names again, oh well) followed me and took out my foes before i could. How rude!

Well with nothing left to do I bandaged my wounds (chicks love battle scars) and my master taught me a few more tricks.

Guess now we got to help the elders get some bowl back or something like that.
Until next time…

Eramos the Fallen

Week One
In Trouble Again by Benoni

The morning started off so great, the Food Market even had a fresh batch of Cinnamon Rolls right out from the oven. Now for those of you that don’t know there are not many things better in this world then a well cooked Cinnamon Roll, and These were some of the best. Even the Orks that were pigging out eating everything they could get their hands on could not spoil this perfect moment. But as I lifted the tasty morsel to my watering mouth and bit into the delicacy sent by the gods, the day turned against me.

I bit into the most succulent item just to find it rock hard and Chipping a Tooth, Yes my TOOTH. Let me tell you it hurt and I am still not sure if the pain was from the broken tooth or from the pain knowing that this Roll was flawed. I was relieved to see that the Roll was not at fault for some Jerk had baked a Gem into it, but not any gem, but one of the gems that had been reported stolen. It was at this time that the Orks finally stopped eating, they even had the audacity to say in the middle of that market that the “stolen” gem belonged to them and demanded that I hand it over. Well we all know that I was not about to do that, my Master taught me better, so I told them H*** NO and told them that if they wanted it that they would have to come get it.

Since I was out numbered 3 to 1, I pulled my swords to let them know that I was serious and of my attentions to defend myself. But did they listen, Of Course not! As two of them started towards me, I noticed a Windling with Feather Wings. And I thought could it be that the Famous and Widely spread stories be coming true in front of me? Was this truly Armomis the Mistaken, at least I think that is his name. Anyhow he starts insulting one of the Orks, something about the guys Mother? So the third Ork decided to quickly dispatch this annoying 18 inch fly before helping his friends with me, boy was that a mistake. I was not worried about taking them all on but with the third one leaving, it just meant that his friends were toast. But like any trained Fighter I held back just long enough for them to swing at me first. Knowing that a better Offence is the best Defense I gave them both a taste of my Blades, knocking them down so I would only need to face one at a time, and to give them a hint of what must come if they continued their hopeless attack against me. But they were too thick skulled to take the hints and one of them actually come close to hitting me. Well I had given them enough warning through my actions so it was now time to end this fight before some innocent was hurt, so I quickly put one sword in the Ork’s belly on my right then followed through with my other sword and took his head off I one blow. As his head was still dropping to the Ground I turned to face his Buddy, with a look that he was next.

That was the time that the already ruined day became worse. As the Guard showed up they were lead by my Master and his Brother, and from what they could see it looked like I over reacted to the situation, even saying that it was not necessary that I had to kill one of them. But they were not There, they did not see all of the warnings I gave the Stupid Orks, it was them that started the whole thing in the first place. But why I was being told that I should know better and that I should have more Honor then that, I noticed a forth Ork. This Ork was not like the others, he seemed more refined, more intelligent somehow, and that is a hard thing to do when you are missing an Ear! I can only guess that he took pity on the poor Windling and helped him with the third Ork, who was also dead.

Then later that night the third strike came, as I was informed by my Master that him and his brother were chosen to leave the safety of the Kaer to see if the Horror was gone. Man this day could not have been worse, then to top it all off, I remembered that I did not even get to finish my Cinnamon Roll!

The Fallen Logs - First Quest
The bowl is recovered!

Today started out pretty good. Had a good nights sleep. Had a good breakfast. Even had a good, well you know. With a fully belly I was ready to start my day, however, every good breakfast needs a tale to go with it. Up on the table I went, recounting yet another tale from legends of old.

The tale went on for awhile. I guess a few people had heard this one before since they left, no matter. My version is better anyway! As I ended my tale, I noticed the Elf beckoning to me. Much to the dismay of others, I ended my tale and went to see what my recent acquaintance had to say.

He informed me that his masters had given him that task of finding the bowl. And having seen my prowess, his masters had sent for me to join the quest! Guess they also want that one eared ork, what they would want with a nethermancer is anyone’s guess. The elf (I really need to remember his name) had no idea where the ork was staying, so I flagged down a waitress. Sadly it was one of the more homely maids, oh well, they can’t all be pretty. I gave her my best smile and asked about the orks whereabouts. The wasn’t quite sure but suggested we try the 3rd room up the stairs.

We came upon the specified room. Knowing our business to be important, I knocked once and went for the door handle. The elf must have been in a big hurry for he knocked again harder. No matter, I opened the door and walked in. We informed him of our quest and he agreed to go along. As we were leaving, the elf turned to the ork and asked, “What is your name anyway?”

“Gerneck,” the ork replied. I snapped my fingers, thinking I knew that. Then remembered the elf’s name was Benoni. I’ll remember this time. Anyways new introductions having been made, we made our way to Benoni’s masters.

They had come up with a plan to allow one of the cultists to think they escaped. Then we would follow them to the cultists lair. Surely that’s where the bowl was taken. Benoni’s masters must not have much faith in him yet, for they assigned us a tracker. Harrison Jones was his name. For some reason his name always makes me want to hum this tune… Jones had the weirdest accent we have ever heard. Immediate I thought this guy was full of himself. Arrogant and cocky, people like that need a reality check! He told us that we’d wait out side by the path to the deeps, then follow the cultists. Seeing flaws in the plan (what if he went the other way!), I flew onto the roof so I could watch all directions.

There we were waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Man will this guy never try to escape! I remember a new technique for my sword. No sense doing ‘nothing’ while waiting, so I started practicing my sword. As I finished one of the routines, I noticed the cultist was heading down the path. He was dressed really funny, like he tried to put on dwarven clothing, what was he thinking! Those clearly emphasize his rolls! My companions apparently missed his departure, so I pointed him out and started falling him.

We all fell into line and followed him through the town and into the deeps. We lit torches and slowed our pace to not let our light give away our position. Harrison thought he was being a good tracker pointing out footprints that I could clearly see. Not to mention Benoni and Gerneck were already pointing and mentioning a faint flicker light moving away from us down a side corridor.

Eventually we came upon a steel door that was closed. Good old Harrison was sure the cultist went another way, when Gerneck pointed out the dust clearly showed the door had recently been open. Grumbling the whole way Harrison pulled out a lock pick and unlocked the door. We entered and noticed there was light and voices coming from a fork to the left.

Benoni and Gerneck took up positions at the entrance to the fork. I told them to cover me and walked in. There were four of them (including our escapee). One of them saw me almost immediately. As they began to react I got my first wiff of them. Boy did they stink. I could help but ask, “Pardon me, but do you gents know where the lou is? I must be close, because it sure stinks in here.”

The one that saw me kept rambling something about for the whores, or was it horde? Anyways seems strange that they gather in a cavern like this just to pay a woman for pleasure. I didn’t have time to think about it, as they attacked.

Our escapee and one of his friends came after me, another one went after Gerneck. The rambler went after Benoni. These guys couldn’t hit a thing. I weaved and dodged around their blows, then landed a couple soid hits. Unfortunately their armor absorbed much of my blows. I flew above their heads to maneuver into a better striking position. As soon as I reaching the ceiling, I realized that it probably was a good move on my part. My two foes, being unable to reach me, closed in on Gerneck.

Gerneck is one tough ork, he took quite a betting from the 3 cultists before I was able to turn around and close in on them from behind. Benoni had knocked the rambler over and closed in to assist Gerneck as well. As I carved into one of them from behind, Gerneck must have cast some sort of spell. The cultist next to me, suddenly lifted up like he was gripped in a giant fist. That fist must have squeezed, the cultist exploded, or is it imploded? We made quick work of the other two, then bound the hands of the only survivor.

We returned to a heroes welcome. With the bowl returned the ceremony from the other day was completed. Our masters would venture out of the kaer the next day. I bandaged up my woulds and thought of better ways to inform my foes of their shortcomings. At the same time, trying not to become to envious of our masters getting to leave the kaer.

Week Two
About Time! by Benoni

Well it Finally happened! I have been chosen for a quest of the upmost importance. I guess that I really showed my Master and his Brother what I was capable of the other day while they were meeting in the Inn with the other Masters. How I beat most of the Cultist that attacked the Inn with little help from the Windling and the one eared Ork. Well OK maybe more than a little help, that Windling Eramos is starting to affect me, and I only was able to Shoot one of them that fled, but we were still able to capture two of them and I did not even kill one, this time. Boy it is hard to pull my blows, I would rather just go in with Arrows flying and Swords in a blur. I am just glad that I was not asked what I was doing in the back hallway of the inn when the attack started. Or for letting the one with the bowl get away, but that will not happen again, I went to the weapon smith the other day for a new Bola. The next Idiot that tries to run from me will find himself flying through the air as my Bola wraps his legs up.

But anyway I digress, I was talking about the Quest I was asked about. It started right after breakfast when The Two Brothers asked if I could join them to find the bowl, I jumped at the offer even though they suggested that the Windling, Eramos the Fallen, and One Eared Ork, Gerneck, could help. I mean the Gerneck is alright, dresses like death and hardly talks but I can handle that, but that Eramos is like a rushing river, his mouth never stops, NEVER! But I was not about to let this chance pass me by because of an annoying 18 inch pest, so I went the Inn where they were staying to ask them if they wanted a little fun.

Eramos was recounting the tells of Heroes past at the bar, and of course getting it all wrong. If he would just focus more on the facts instead of his sword play he might be able to make a good story teller, but for now he is lucky that he does not hurt himself with that little sword. Anyway after he was done I flagged him over and explained that we were needed to help find the bowl, hoping that after the last beating he took that he would say “No”, but he didn’t. I have to admit for being so Small He sure does have a Big desire for Adventure and once you get past the Cocky nature he is not too bad in a fight or to be around.

We then went and found Gerneck in his room, I think he was meditating or something when Eramos just opened the door to his room. After a brief discussion he decided to join us and I was grateful. I was not too sure that if I went on a quest alone with the Windling that Eramos would survive the day. Gerneck and I was poking fun at Eramos on the way back to my Masters, but Eramos did not mind, of course he probably could not hear us with all of his talking.

The Brothers told us of their plan to follow a Cultist back to their lair and how they would need us to follow the guy and report where the Cultist were hiding. Of Course they said that if required that we could engage in combat. For some reason they had a Tracker there to help us follow the guy, I am not sure why, this Jones guy would not have found anything without Gerneck and I. Plus he is useless in a fight. We ended up following the Cultist to the Deeps and finally found where he was meeting with some others. But we were not sure that was there hide out so we did the only thing that we could.

Eramos started the fight but telling me to cover him and then promptly telling the fools that they were “Ripe” beyond belief, it was pretty good actually, made me chuckle. Of Course as soon as the four Cultist, including one Mad guy that seemed to be there leader, started to come at us I wasted no time showing them my skills. While the Leader was ranting about the Horror and how he wants to give everything to the Horror, I shoot two warning shots at him nicking both sides of his face. Then pulled out my swords and made him eat dirt. While he was still picking himself up, I took the advantage and got behind one of the Three Cultists around Gerneck, boy for a Nethermancer he is tuff. The poor Cultist did not even know what hit him and fell beneath the two quick strikes of my swords. Knowing that Gerneck would now be ok, I turned back to the Mad leader, who was now foaming at his mouth with murder in his eyes. Well I could not let him live and If he acted…. Well I was faster and my swords felt like they were cutting through soft butter has he fell to his death.

One of the four cultist survived so we bound him, gathered the Bowl and found our way back to the Kaer. It was great, my Master did not even give me any grief and we were treated like heroes for a little while, I liked that. But with the Bowl back in the Master’s hands they will be leaving to see if the Horror is still there, and I will have to wait to learn more of my Discipline and right when I feel ready to take the next step.

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.

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.

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…

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….

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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