Siege of Exterrea

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Arrival to the Bolting Buck
Tavern Hopping
Late last night as I was getting ready to start my shift at Nancy’s Harbor Cafe, I was handed a letter. I opened it peering at the writing, glancing over the words, noticing that it is signed from Duke Manroe. I put the letter away to read later, before starting at my shift. It was a fairly lucrative eve. As the night comes to a close and I retired to my room, re-examining the letter from the Duke. Reading, in short, it was a summons to a tavern I’ve heard stories about before called The Bolting Buck Tavern. Through the latter half of the night I spent my time working on finishing my Fervor Mead.

Once the next day’s sun rises..
I rose from my bed, late morning. After a quick breakfast, and gathering of my things, I head out to the Bolting Buck. I took a rather lengthy stroll there around noon. As I came upon the the building, it had an old decrepit looking visage. An old drunkard lies past out on the front porch, and the pillars look finely carved yet still very worn from the years. I push through the double doors…

A Beginning at the Bolting Buck
In which Saffria receives an invitation via post
It is an average day in Sixteen Rivers, and I am mingling with average people. I haven’t been here long, but already I grow tired of the trifles these people mistake for problems in their every day lives. It is nothing compared to where I grew up, to my homeland.

I glide through the crowds, doing mundane things, such as buying produce, looking at wares, or listening to the townsfolk as they talk. I have been staying at a small inn, off the main road, and when I return from my morning stroll the inn keep, who regards me warily (I believe because I am so silent, and do not make idle talk with him, which is apparently a slight to his honor, but I digress), sighs and mutters that a letter has arrived for me today. I approach his counter, and snatch the parcel that lies between us. I am glad he did not tamper with it; I would have been able to tell and it would have annoyed me, although there wouldn’t be much I could do other than stare at him for an uncomfortable (for him only) amount of time. He mumbles a question, can I even read what is written on the paper?
I look up from the parcel, let my eyes linger on his until he shuffles from side to side, crossing his arms as a barrier before him and mumbles again as he looks away that the steps need cleaning. I allow myself a small victory smile as he totters away.
I read the letter upon returning to my small quarters. Ah, a letter from the Duke. Important business – his kind do call upon mine from time to time, when they have need of our services. But I feel this is a different matter all together, since he wishes to meet in a public place and the letter feels… Impersonal, at best.
Sincerely having nothing better to do in this… ‘quaint’ town, I decide to attend. Money is something I always appreciate having in a higher quantity than my current stock, and it could be an interesting, if not amusing, adventure indeed.

Jantel: Start

Letter arrived, request from Duke Monroe. Impersonal, potentially impractical. But he’s rich and leaving Senta’ Marin for a time will be good. Should be able to put some skills to use; more if the pay’s appropriate.

Raina won’t mind me leaving for a bit. I trust Lydia to keep things in line, and arrange the necessary jobs. The others won’t care, might even be glad for the break from me showing them up.

I’ve always wanted to travel to a country of drunkards.

Aodris: Dwell In This Bare Island By Your Spell

We found the place at last, after months of searching. Perhaps weeks. Perhaps days.

We came upon the Queen of Cats along the way, and she granted us a boon. In return, she tried to claim our soul, but she received only the smallest slice of it. But it was the part that we shall not miss, and in any event we can regrow it if need be.

We learned a spell that tasted of lightning, electric-blue and tangy. We left our holdings in the care of our father; he is wise and shall protect our people in our absence.

What do you think, Perfidious, shall we answer the letter? It is farther than we have ever wandered from our people, but we may find new spells along the way.

We became slightly lost at the Causeway, but the kind fisher-king gave us the correct direction. We granted him a favor in exchange, and he requested that we catch the Black Shark. It took many days, or hours, but we prevailed against the creature; he whispered in our ear as we grasped his fin. We did not kill him; that was not requested and would have been rude. We bargained, and he agreed to accompany us back to the fisher-king, who was most pleased.

Someone mistook us for an adversary, and we were forced to seek shelter with the miller’s daughter.

The magic fills our blood along the way, a warm blanket along the difficult journey. It is our ally, our friend.

We dared not spend the night in the fairy ring, but they found us anyway. One of them wished us to remain in the forest; we won the riddle contest and were granted permission to exit.

There are not sixteen rivers. There are seven. One tastes of thyme; one of salt; one of pine; one of chocolate; one of orange; one of hot-pepper; one of nothing but the ink-black of dreams. This last is very peculiar; we suspect it may not be a river at all.

We are to travel with:
The Archer
The Shadow
The Devotee
The Partisan
The Fool
The Rider
The Brewer

The Soldiers of Zolann

It was almost mid-day, the sun centered in the sky. The wind blew across the golden grass of the savannah. Under it, was the sound of deep breathing and swallowing of anxiety. Two opposing walls of raised shields and spears faced off. Today, those dark elves are going to die.

One falling arrow was followed by many. Spear and sword clashed with shield and steel and flesh. It’s hard to say how long it lasted. The night sky had not yet come, the arid prairie sullied by war. Man and Drow lie together in peace only in death. Someone should bury the dead.

A special letter has arrived at the camp of the Zolannese Army. It’s for a couple of foot soldiers: Drott and Kane. It is very important they receive it. Let us hope that they survived.

The Soldiers of Zolann: Kane perspective
brothers to death do we part

Where should i start? Maybe with the arrow in my back or the big gaping cut from drow sword that cut me a few seconds ago. This day was just another day for a Zolann fighter like me. When I get a moment from the battle raging around me: I notice that I am surrounded by drow. I have done it again, in my blind rage of combat I have broken the enemys lines. I made peace with my god and now ready to die.

While this thought was going through my mind, a sound of what at the time seemed like thunder started not 100 feet from me. As fast as the drow surrounded me they started to run. This gave me a clear glace at what they were running from. It was a mountain of a man made of axes, leather and bone. His name was silas. I owe my life to that man. He has saved me more times then I can count. He at this moment started to rage, That sound i heard was his battle cry that made all but the most battle hardened warriors run in fear. when the moment of relief passed I quick got to his side and rejoined the ranks with my fellow kinsmen. This battle would not be lost here today…. or so I thought.

(thoughts of the day)
So me and my brother just got into this awesum town that has house and taverns and shops. I am sure we are going to make a alot of money off these people. I hate the people we have been put r
with thoues. the only one I think i can trust is the other Zolann’er. Not sure why but I think i might have to kill 1 of them to show tem hooo is the boss. I no my brother wont like this but its how we stay alive he does not no what i have been doing behind his back. God forbid he never does.

Daniph sets out for 16 rivers

It was a typical night. Daniph was on his usual Tavern crawl, on stop … five, or was it eight? It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is the night going exactly as any decent night ought to. Plenty of Drink, laughter, song and Drink! Daniph had just finished inspiring a group of young ladies to leave the safety of their stools and join everyone else in the fun, when suddenly the tavern door opened.

The man who entered was soaking wet from what seemed to be quite the downpour. Odd. Thought Daniph. It had been a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky when Daniph had entered this Tavern … and it’s on stop ten on his tavern crawl, or was it eleven? It doesn’t really matter, this soggy fellow was more then welcome to join in their fun. Daniph approached the man with a mug of warm mead and offered it to the man. As he accepted Daniph attempted to strike up a conversation and add one more to the celebration he had started
“This should do well in warming you up and turning that night of yours around. Here friend, join the party!”
As Daniph spoke the man seemed to only half listen (something Daniph is quite used accustomed to actually). The man was scanning from table to table as if looking for someone.
“Are you here to meet a date?” The man continued to scan faces and outfits, “Or perhaps you would like me to introduce you to one of the fine locals here tonight?”. At this the man stopped as if struck by a brilliant idea. He removed an envelope from his pocket.
“Perhaps you can be of service” The man said, finally paying attention to Daniph -About time! “I have a message, from Duke Monroe. It is to be delivered immediately. I’ve been going from tavern to tavern searching, each time the barkeep swears he’ll be at the next one. I’m beginning to think they’re making a ruse of my search. There is no way one man would go to this many bars in one day. Not to mention I started first thing this morning!” At this Daniph seemed puzzled.
“Calm down friend, if the one your looking for gets around as much as you say, there’s no chance I won’t know ‘em. I’ve been to half the bars in town tonight so I’ve probably come across the gent. What’s his name?”
“Daniph.” says the Man. At this Daniph looked puzzled. “Me? A message for me? Oh this will be fun! What’s it say?!”.
“I’m sorry sir, but there must be a mistake. The man I’m looking for is an accomplished adventurer and …” he wanted to say ‘less doused in alcohol’. But before he could Daniph had snatched the envelope from the man’s hand and started reading the letter.
“16 rivers … I’ve always wanted to go there!” Daniph exclaimed as he hurried off to whichever chair he had left his cloak on.
“Sir” the man said as he started chasing Daniph. “That isn’t for you, please return that letter! I must be on my way and find that man!”.
Daniph realized he left his coat at the last bar, or maybe it was a few bars ago… It doesn’t really matter though Daniph as he started for the door.

Daniph was very excited, he knew of many stories of 16 rivers. For instance he had heard one is only able to find all 16 main rivers upon drinking 16 bottles of local wine in succession. Although he doubted the local legend was true, Daniph didn’t see the harm in trying -So why not?
“Off to 16 rivers!” Daniph shouted as he left the tavern into what was now only a light rain.
The messenger burst through door “Sir!” but by then Daniph was already out of sight.
“My letter …” the messenger said as he sank into despair. There is no way that man is a ‘accomplished’ at anything…

Rizzi: Last One to the Party

Alright, so there I was in the armpit of Corvine, just a mile away from the town of Rumlump. I guess you could call it a town only because it has shops and visitors and stuff, but seriously this place is a trash heap. My booze supply was just about gone and hell, I wanted to party tonight.

Out of the blue this guy comes up to me. He looks at Oberon and back to me and mutters something like, “Yeah, this has to be her.” He introduces himself as Sven, or Swan, or Sam, or hell I don’t remember. The guy looks tired as shit so I offer him a drink. He gladly takes some and gods could this guy put it down! Not as well as me though. Hehehe…

I get to reading the letter, and it’s from the floppin’ Duke Monroe! Extravagant bastard… anywho, he wants me to come meet him at the Bolting Buck to talk about some mission and pay. Duke Monroe plus pay equals a very rich Rizzi! To be sure, I interrogate the Schwenn guy to make sure he’s not bs-ing me, and he’s pretty serious about it.

So get this, out of the blue an arrow sinks right into the guy’s shoulder! It looked like it hurt — he screamed like a baby. Goblins snuck up on us, probably not hard since we were both drunk and talking loudly. While the poor lightweight was moaning on the ground, I saddled up onto Oberon and gloriously charged into battle!

Nah, I’m just kidding! We slipped into the underbrush, and when the first goblin came over to kill the whimpering man, Oberon grabbed the little rat and pulled him in. Before it even knew what happened, I cut the thing’s head clear off! I got the jump on another one a few yards away. The last one was going in to stab the letter guy, so we spun around and I stabbed it in the heart! Little rat bastards, don’t mess with Rizzi the Ruthless! Ahahahaha!

And with that, we set off towards 16 Rivers. It’s a way better place for a party than that dump Rumlump. I’m gonna make bank, then party like never before! Maybe he’ll give me some political sway, so I can move one step closer to my super secret amazing quest. Heheheheeee….

Oh yeah… I left the letter guy in the swamp, injured and half drunk, didn’t I? Oh well.

Hlvart: A shanty by the sea.
A night of discovery.

As we set up shop for the night to rest, I had pulled out my alchemical tools and materials to begin research again. Tediously I fumble, mix, play with the set. The small explosions don’t seem to bother the rest of the travelers, least not that I could tell for I was quite enthralled with my activities.

As the hours went by I had a few different mixtures that I attempted but they ended as normal brews. Disappointed and about ready to give up and call it a night I made one last attempt. Throwing together a couple things and giving it a good stirring, I finally take a swig. The feeling in my gut feels warm and comforting. The temperature grows more comfortable, the air more relaxing. I made sure to quick write it down. With such a beautiful drink berthed here, I can now rest easy.

Aroused early the next morning, there is a vanaran at the door, beckoning us to get moving for the day…


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