Legend of the Silver Crescent

Delana's story - Day 2
Delana writes of her quickly accumulating battles

I would rather forget all about yesterday; the farmhouse, and the poor souls who resided there. I did not sleep well last night, I meditated on why kobolds would attack a settlement like Northbridge. They are capricious creatures, this is true, but their attack on the farmhouse was unlike any other kobold attack I have read or heard of before. Firstly, they killed the whole family, that is, they did not take a single prisoner from what we could tell. I know kobolds are apt to perform blood sacrifices, but why dump the bodies down a well? Furthermore, kobolds are devious, preferring to trap their prey, but the attack on the farmhouse was brazen. And the kobolds who remained there attacked us although we were clearly stronger and more numerous than they. It did not make any sense to me, but today has revealed new insights on their actions.

It started out with my companions and I heading east, towards an old ruin atop a hill. Arriving there, we were attacked by more kobolds. Rukh charged into battle, he can be quite fearsome indeed. Although there were more of them here than at the farmhouse, they proved not terribly difficult to defeat. One escaped to a large central structure within the keep, and Rukh stormed in after him. I cannot say exactly what happened next, it seemed as though a larger expanse of time passed than actually had, but before I knew it my companions were inside the central tower, battling fiercer foes than we had encountered outside. I dashed forward to assist my fellow adventurers, and as I entered the room, I saw a young gnomish boy tied to a spinning wheel. He looked as though he had been used as target practice. Although it pained me to do so, I had to continue on, asking Eisenheim to care for the child while I helped my companions currently engaged in battle. Rukh was upstairs, fighting off three hobgoblins. He had taken severe injury, and I healed him immediately. The others followed me; first Gaervesk, then Al’Der’eth. Al’Der’eth ventured too far and suffered gravely, alas I had no spiritual energy with which to heal him. He did, however, succeed in blasting one of the hobgoblins out of a crumbled section of wall. My companions fought the remaining hobgoblins, and I did my best to lend aid. I heard a commotion downstairs, and suddenly the hobgoblin that had been thrown out the tower had come back inside, and was now quite furious and staring me in the face! He looked very bloody, near death really. He swung his great axe at me twice, missing both times. I am fortunate to be small and agile enough to be difficult to hit. One of my companions dispatched him for me, and the battle was soon over.

The hobgoblin on the stairs that swung at me did not seem quite dead, and as per my faith, I stabilized his condition. He was tied up as I untied the gnome boy still bound to the wheel. I held him as he cried, and some questions were asked of him and the captured hobgoblin. The boy pointed out a secret entrance to a cave under the floor, but we were all in need of a short rest. My companions set the hobgoblin up on the wheel the gnome boy had been bound to, and spat and swore at us. Although I was unaware of it at the time, Eisenheim had apparently killed the hobgoblin, while he was our prisoner and defenseless! I was most angry with him, the hobgoblin was no threat to us; he was in no condition to fight and was securely tied up, and thus could not run away or summon reinforcements. It was murder, albeit of a savage warrior who wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to us, but murder nonetheless. Are we no better than our enemies?

Once rested and healed, we climbed down a ladder into the caves. We found a small group of gnome women and children there. The mother of the child I was holding rushed forward and ripped the child from me. I understood her distress, and I offered any aid I could give. Having been freed, they headed back to Northbridge. I prayed for their safe journey. We ventured further inside the caves. We came to a narrow passageway, wide enough for pass single file. Rukh took up the lead of course, and at the mouth of a larger room, we were ambushed. A gong sounded, and kobolds poured in from many directions. Rukh held fast, taking the brunt of the damage, and I ensured his wounds were quickly mended. I fired my bow at the distant javelin-throwing kobolds, knocking two unconscious with my blunted arrows. The second of the two had already been set ablaze by one of his clumsier comrades, and the fire had killed him as he lay. I felt at least partially responsible for his death, and at the conclusion of the battle, I said a prayer for him and asked forgiveness, hoping my arrow had alleviated his suffering faster than the fire would have. My companions proved again to be worthy fighters indeed.

Finishing the encounter, there were a few paths to choose from. We choose the one a single kobold had escape to during the battle. We crept along until we came to a fork in the caves. I sensed a nearby fire, and we went to investigate. We found another group of women and children, but of the kobold race. They looked terrified of us. Gaervesk was able to speak their language, and questioned them. When they were not being cooperative, he threw a spell at the wall near them. I grabbed his arm and chastised him, how could he terrify defenseless women and children? One of the braver women came forward, and offered to bring us to their ‘king’. A small kobold child tagged along behind her. We were brought to the ‘throne room’, past a large obsidian statue of a dragon, surrounded by priests and warriors. Gaervesk talked to and translated the ‘king’s’ words to us. Perhaps feeling impatient, Eisenheim grabbed the kobold child, to which his mother attacked him, scratching him twice. Things were becoming quite bad for us, but I had enough of the violence.

I was furious, and rushed over between the two before the situation escalated. I slapped Eisenheim across the face and pushed him away. I then turned to the mother who was only defending her child, and I knelt and begged forgiveness for my foolish companion. I said we did not wish to fight with them, I asked Gaervesk to translate for me. Everyone stood on edge for what seemed like an eternity. Eisenheim readied a spell should he be attacked again, but he wisely held back using it. I turned to the king and pleaded that we may resume talks, and he nervously agreed. I was quite relieved that there would be no further bloodshed. It turned out the kobolds were being controlled by the hobgoblins, who had captured their dragon god. If we agreed to defeat the hobgoblins, the kobolds promised to stop the raids. It was getting late, and rather than retrace our steps, the kobold king showed us a secret passage out of the caves, saying the hobgoblins did not know about it. I brought Eisenheim aside and apologized for striking him. I said his personality was brash as best and foolish at worst, and that I hoped he would not be so quick to start a fight in the future. I then tended to his minor wounds.

I do not know what to think or feel regarding today’s events, it’s all a bit overwhelming. My companions are a varied lot. At one end of the scale you have Rukh, who seems just, if impassioned. At the other is Eisenheim, who is overly self-confident and seemingly acts for the moment alone. In the middle you have Al’Der’eth, who is well-meaning enough, if a bit clumsy in his interactions with others. And finally Gaervesk, who is quite a mystery. He seems very reserved one moment, and very aggressive the next. I do not know if I can yet call any of them my friends, although I feel closest with Rukh. He has saved all our lives more than once, throwing himself head-first into the fray without a second thought. I must not fail them, any of them, for I know at their heart lies a person who wishes to do good. They just need a teacher who can show them that the path of least resistance is often the best way. Pelor knows if I am up to the task.

All I know is this fighting and killing makes me wish for the peaceful country life of Cedar Hollow. I hope Father will respond soon with a letter of encouragement and advice. I need to hear his words right now.


Eisenhiem's Magical Mystery Tour, Behind the Scenes!

OOC – The views presented by Eisenhiem in no way represent the view’s of the the player. I’m actually an a-OK guy.

I didn’t even think this would be worth keeping track of. Adventurers were those guys who left town, killed monsters, and came back with more treasure than they could carry. Men respected them, Women loved them. Who woulda thought there was more to it than that?

So, let me get you up to speed, I need to recount this so I can share this with my dear brother when we next meet. We were hired by the town of Northbridge to stop raids. These raids involved vandalism, the slaughter of families, the burning of villages, generally all the bad sort of thing you hear about from town criers.

It is our job to stop them. My companions consist of Gaervesk, who you may have met in the past. He and I were in the circus together for a short time. An Elven Cleric of Pelor named Delana, a human wizard who calls himself Al’Der’eth the Pious, and a half-orc paladin named Rukh. Almost a circus in it’s own right!

They all seemed to have their heads on straight when it came to killing some kobolds who ended a family of farmers. Boy was I wrong. I think they actually LIKE adventuring. I was pushing to leave town and sort this issue out quickly. But they wanted to clean things, make friends, and close temples for the night. If someone asked a mason to build a wall, and he spent his time mucking around, you wouldn’t want to pay him. The Homesteads get the job done quickly, efficiently and fully.

Finally, off we went to where we expected the Kobold raiders to be lurking. We found them in a deserted keep. With combined arms we easily dispatched them, but left a hobgoblin we encountered alive. I saw the wisdom in this, as he could have valuable information. He we convinced into revealing some secrets of his. He was not gracious to his captors for sparing him. He spat on my allies faces, and said ill words about the gods and their believers. I didn’t allow such a being to live and my allies were furious at me for ending his wretched existence! I kill a thing which has murdered and tortured women and children, and they look at me like I’m the monster! Imagine if we had brought this creature into town for a fair trial, you can be sure that if the judge didn’t order an execution, an angry mob would have given one.

Going on the hobgoblin’s last words, we went to the cave hideout of these creatures. Those that tried to defend the entrance were easily destroyed. Again Delana softened her blows, so to knock the enemy out rather then end their existence. Luckily “collateral damage” finished the job.

We found the warrens where their breeding pit was. Full of the women who give birth to small demons, and kobold children, who as far as I’m concerned are just problems waiting to happen. We used one of them to gain access to the Kobold King’s chamber and spoke with him.

Nothing angers me like a bad liar. Sure, my entire profession is based on lies; thats what illusions are to the layman. But the lies and falsehoods I weave are believable enough to stop the hearts and melt the minds of my enemies, as well as enthrall allies. They may as well be real. This Kobold king was blatantly telling barely concealed lies or half truths, and not only do my allies let him get away with it scot-free, they are cutting deals (very light deals I might add). They honestly think that if we destroy the hobgoblins who have been lording it over the kobolds that the kobolds will all of a sudden become good neighbors. Then again, remember that bard’s tale about the kobold who turned his life around and saved a village? No? Thats right, there wasn’t one! Even if kobolds weren’t evil shifty grasping little buggers, we made a deal with murderers which would allow them to escape justice for their acts, and give them their kingdom back all for the price of giving us a place to rest and a liar’s promise that there would be no more raids. I can’t wait to see the look on their face when the kobolds kill again, and they realize that that blood will be on their hands. My “allies” have threatened force if I don’t bend to their evil condoning ways, but I think Gaervesk, with his understanding of fates, realizes deep down that these koboldlings we have spared today will not see us as liberators but as the killers of their husbands and fathers.

Delana's story - Day 1
A letter from Delana to her father

Dear Father,

I miss you greatly, and the familiarity of Rhul, but this experience has been eye-opening to say the least. I arrived in Northbridge early today, and much has already happened. It would be easiest to explain if I started at the beginning of my journey…

I oft described Cedar Hollow has pleasant and quiet, but country life is a bit boring and routine compared to the bustling comings-and-goings of Rhul. You know I feel most comfortable around familiar settings, yet I cannot deny (or full understand) this yearning to set out and explore the new. That is why I looked forward to this journey to assist Father Tyran in Northbridge. My eagerness quickly faded, as I have seen some things I doubt I will soon, if ever, forget. But again, I do get ahead of myself.

I took the soonest scheduled ferry to Fordsmeet. It took about half a day to reach our destination. Fordsmeet was a beautiful city, it seemed larger even than than Rhul. Alas, I was not able to stay there long, as I was only there to change ferries to Northford a few hours later. I would like to visit Fordsmeet again when I am able, perhaps when I return home. The trip aboard the ferry to Northford took two days, a rather uneventful journey, I spent most of the time praying and introspective thinking, as you know I am prone to do. Disembarking at Northford, I wandered about for a bit, disappointed it was little more than a ferry post, with a general store and an inn. After a long ferry trip, I felt I should rest before setting out for Northbridge, and went to the inn for lodging. I talked with the innkeeper for a bit, mentioning I was on my way to Northbridge. He recommended traveling with some companions if able, and I was fortunate for he pointed out a few travelers going my way, as it were.

I decided to take the innkeeper’s advice and meet these travelers, who were already grouped together. There was a human male of about middle-age, who recognized my holy symbol and asked if I had also been called to Northbridge at Father Tyran’s request. I told him I was not called specifically by name, but that I was sent by the High Clerics of Pelor in Rhul. I then introduced myself to them, and they did the same. The human presented himself as Al’Der’eth the Pious. He seemed a bit eccentric, if well-intentioned. The second in the group introduced himself as Gaervesk Fatefrost. He was tall, and of a race I’ve not seen before, reptilian in nature. He was quiet, even meditative, and mostly kept to himself. The last of who would be my fellow travelers called himself as Eisenheim Homestead, an Eladrin who acted in a manner quite flamboyant. A varied group of travelers, but they all seemed interesting and nice enough. I joined them for dinner, and soon after retired for the evening.

We awoke early the next day and set off for Northbridge. We chatted along the way, telling each other of our journeys. We arrived in Northbridge around midday. We were greeted by a statue of Pelor covered in some red substance, which later turned out to be chicken blood. Appalled, I immediately knelt before Him, greatly saddened, praying for insight as to who could possibly do such a thing? An old man was cleaning the statue, who turned out to be Father Tyran no less. I offered my assistance, for which he was thankful, but suggested I could do more good by helping the mayor with his plight. The mayor, a man named Galen Ashford, told us of the raids upon the village and neighboring farms. He told ‘us’, that is myself, my companions I had met the day before, and an orc who introduced himself as Rukh Redmane. Rukh was like no orc I had ever seen before. He was very large of course, but clad in plate armor, carrying a long spear, axe and large shield with a strange symbol upon it. I will send you a sketch, perhaps you could identify it. Ruhk was quiet, and seemed uncomfortable.

We all agreed to help Mayor Ashford with the raids. Searching about, we found tracks going in many directions, but most prominent eastbound. However, we traveled south towards a farm, as the residents had not been seen or heard from in some time. As we approached the farm, we were attacked by a band of kobolds. My companions proved themselves strong in a fight, and I healed their wounds for them. At the conclusion of the battle, I went into the farmhouse, looking to aid the family. They were not to be found on the first floor, so I went upstairs. I wish I had not, for the sight was gruesome. There was much blood splattered about, including a trail emanating from a baby’s cradle. I could not venture further into the room, afraid of what else I might see. I called out to anyone who might be hiding, but received no reply. I called out once more, but heard only silence. I went back downstairs, shocked and fearful of what might have happened to this family. I found my companions by a well near the farm, and I went over to see what they had found. It was most terrible, the entire family slaughtered and dumped down the well. My companions brought them up, and gave them a proper burial. I could do nothing but pray that Pelor’s radiance shine upon their souls and give them peace. What would drive kobolds to do something so savage? It was brazen and cruel, even for them.

We returned the village, myself and Al’Der’eth going to the temple of Pelor. It was late and Father Tyran was just locking up. We told him of what had happened, and he asked what we did with the family’s bodies. We had buried them of course, and I told Father that I could do little else but pray for them. We reunited with the rest of our party at the inn, who were kind enough to offer free room in exchange for our help. My companions took to being their normal selves. Rukh retreated to one corner, Gaervesk to the other, pulling out slips of paper and an inkwell. Eisenheim gambled with a man sitting at the bar, Al’Der’eth ordered a stiff drink, and I asked for a juice of the non-fermented variety, sitting away from everyone else, distressed by what had happened that day. It was not long before Eisenheim had lost a good sum of money, and Gaervesk shortly thereafter; was the man cheating? Alas, there is no virtue in gambling. Al’Der’eth had fallen over backwards drunk, unconscious on the floor. Alarmed and concerned, I rushed over to him, seeing if he had badly injured himself. Rukh picked him up and brought him upstairs. Apparently the barmaid gave him something which was otherwise used to clean the tables. The barmaid was not acting without cause, he had paid her with illusionary money, for which she was not fooled. After some of my companions had eaten, we all retired for the night. I checked in on Al’Der’eth, he was quite sound asleep. I removed his boots for him, and pulled the covers over his body. I went to the wash basin and soaked a cloth in cold water, and placed it upon his head. I said a short prayer that he may learn there is little piety in falling over drunk before going to my own room.

I simply had to write you Father before my bedtime prayers, the day has been filled with many challenges I have never faced or even thought to face before. I seek your guidance and support; I know you will pray for my well-being, and I pray for your good health and that we be reunited soon. May the darkness that befalls this poor village be cast aside by Pelor’s warm light.

Your loving daughter in faith,

Rukh's Journal 1
Wherein Rukh wonders what is wrong with "civilized" people and bloodies his weapons against the honorless raiders

Dear Master K’rrg,

As you suggested, I am keeping a journal of my travels. Perhaps, someday, it will aid some young cleric or paladin of Tuan, either by example, or by what they should not do. Only time will tell which is which.

I traveled with the eladrin, Fallon, to the settlement of Northbridge. There, Fallon presented me to the mayor, a human named Galen Ashford. There were other adventurers there, and I’m ashamed to admit that, for a moment, I hoped I might not be needed and might return to the monastery. I was quick to put this shameful thought aside when the need of the folk of Northbridge was made plain. They have been attacked repeatedly, as have local farms and a gnomish settlement to the north, by small humanoids. Their tracks suggested to me that we might be dealing with kobolds, such as sometimes Gurglurz’s tribe would raid for slaves. All the while we were searching for clues, I also found myself taking the measure of those who have become my companions.

There is a human named Al’Der’eth, who called himself “the Pious”. I took him to be some kind of cleric, but it soon became clear that he wields a magic not of the gods. He is a strange sort in that respect. He seems fervent to bring the justice of the Gods down on the head of…something. I am pleased to travel with one of my mother’s folk, but he does seem a bit odd.

There is also a she-elf called Delana. She is a holy woman in service to Pelor, the god of the sun. I had always heard that his order was a grim one, and his people slayers of undead and bringers of righteousness upon the wicked. She must belong to a different branch, for she seems kindly and somewhat jovial. I find her a little unnerving in that respect.

There is also another high elf, like Fallon, named Eisenheim. He baffles me. It’s clear he wields a kind of magic, but it seems almost…frivolous. Still, in a battle, he’s proven himself capable. His mannerisms are flamboyant to the point of a near-madness, and he seems to desire greatly to prove himself…but I’m not sure how he plans to do so using cards and round-about mating rituals with those who serve in Inns.

Another of our number uses cards, too, but in a way that seems more sensible. He is called Gaervesk, and I have no idea what race he hails from. He is like a kobold, but large, and white, and he can breathe ice, as though he were a dragon out of one of the old sagas. He seems to have magics as well, but of a totally different kind that the others. He uses the cards to read the future, like you with the bones and bowl. I do not know what he sees for us, but, of all of the companions, I feel most at ease with him, perhaps because he seems as much an outsider as me.

We investigated some of the kobold raid sites, and we found tracks which suggested an eastern road. To aid Master Ashford, however, we decided to check one of the southern farms, for the people of the farm had not shewn themselves in town in some time. We hoped to find more clues there to lead us to the source of the attacks. At the farm, we encountered several kobolds, but they were no great burden to dispatch. I did not pause to give thanks to Tuan for the valor he had lent, for they had emerged from the farmhouse, leading me to fear there might be humans inside, dead or dying. There were not, but a nearby well held the bodies of the entire family, slain. What honor or proof of arms in the slaying of farmers? What strength shewn in the murder of a human infant? Truly, these kobolds are cowards. My wrath grows on me; Tuan grant that I give them something to fear.

After a night at the Inn, I slipped out to the town’s nearby river to make my morning ablutions and absolutions. To the north, smoke rose, and I returned to town, rather than meet the party on the road, as I had planned. Fallon told us that the gnomish settlement to the north was hit, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Clues had shewn us that the kobolds were using weapons tipped with black-glass, indicating a fire-mountain. Asking around town told us that the nearest source of the black-glass is a series of caves near a large formation called the Stone Table, to the east of town.

We headed east, planning on hitting the kobolds in their lair and ending their threat. Following Fallon’s knowledgeable instructions, we sought out an old crumbling tomb nearby and followed the track further east to a ruined keep. The road led through the keep, so we followed it towards the fallen gates. As we approached, more kobolds attempted to ambush us, treacherously. As we rushed to battle, more of them emerged from their crawl-holes, but we slew all who opposed us. One kobold, who I let escape in my efforts to protect my less combative companions, ran into a structure, but, once the others were clearly safe, I followed at haste.

Inside, a human boy was chained to the wall, knives around him showing that he’d been used as savage amusement…a target for throwing practice. Again, my rage grew, as did my shame, for the boy was clearly terrified of me. I could not meet his eyes, but, seeing no kobold present, I charged forward and up the stairs. At the top, I found the kobold, along with several hobgoblins. Giving thanks to Tuan for a chance to show my valor, I hurled myself towards the foe, shield raised to take a blow, axe already in motion…

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