Chapter 2: Mired Waters

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Sep 22, 2025 8:47 pm
Previously:
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The party has been hired to deliver a package to the wizard Tauster in Thurmaster by the 28th of Readying. Three days before the deadline, they were attacked just outside Milborne by a group of bandits posing as peasants. While spending the night at the Baron of Mutton in Milborne, they met Tauster's apprentice, Jelenneth. On the next morning, one of the twin innkeepers insisted Jelenneth (who he seems to be romantically connected to) had gone missing, but the locals, including Jelenneth's parents, believed it was too early to be alarmed and she might have just gone off somewhere without informing anyone.

Moving east towards Thurmaster, the group delivered their package, got paid for it and informed Tauster about his missing apprentice. Confirming she hadn't returned to him, Tauster hired the group to investigate Jelenneth's whereabouts, suggesting they ask the ranger Kuiper, whose farm lies halfway between Milborne and Thurmaster. Kuiper led the group along Hog Brook, where he knows Jelenneth goes to gather herbs for her arcane activities. On the way, they ran into the local wild druid, Oleanne, and her two wolf companions, who were on the lookout for Maxim, the son of a local farmer and apparent werebear, lost and confused in the woods.

While camping in the woods, the party was attacked by orcs, bearing silvered weapons and a symbol on their shields that no one had seen before. Oleanne split to investigate the origin of these orcs, while the heroes and Kuiper managed to track and ensnare the werebear. Upon their return, the group got the jump on some more orcs that had returned to the campsite, then made it back to Kuiper's farm as Maxim managed to return to his human form.

Kuiper hosted everyone for the night and planned to have a chat with Maxim's parents upon returning him to them. Meanwhile, he advised the party to return to Milborne and let Garyld know about the orcs as well as Jelenneth's apparent disappearance.


2nd of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY

Without Umbar's gnomish feet holding down everyone's marching, it's only hallf a day's walk to get from Kuiper's farm back to Milborne. After saying your goodbyes, you head west and by lunchtime you're sat at the Baron of Mutton in hopes of a nice meal and a cool drink. Andren notices you as you enter and take a table, but he's in the middle of carrying some drinks to another table. Before he can lay them down and rush to you for news of Jelenneth's fate, another person manages to make a beeline for your table.

Bertio
"Greetings. My name is Bertio and I am a travelling merchant. I've heard of kidnappings in this region and that your group were looking into the matter. You seem the adventuring types and I have a shipment due for Thurmaster, going down the river in a barge. I've managed to secure the services of a few people," he says, motioning to the table he came from "but I'm willing to pay you 15 gold each to join up and guard the barge with them. What do you say?"
OOC:
The two people already with the merchant would be Constantine and Theobald. Also, if anyone's got enough XP to hit level 2 by now, let me know as we need to factor in training costs and times.
Sep 23, 2025 3:26 pm
Almadel sighs as the merchant delivers his words. More distraction from looking for the girl? he thinks to himself. Looking over at the two others, he continues his train of thought. They look like they might be useful though. And hopefully we can ask on the way of anyone;s seen her too. Having persuaded himself that it might be worth their time after all, he nods at the merchant. "What can you tell us about the river, and the journey? How long is it likely to take? Is there anything in particular we should be watching out for? And what exactly are you shipping? Anything likely to get us into trouble?"
Sep 25, 2025 7:31 am
Bertio
"Cautious, that's a good sign. Very professional" Bertio says, almost to himself, before he continues. "The trip should take a day or two and the cargo is mostly sacks of salt, with a small stack of spices on the side. Nothing that could rot or go bad, so if you feel like you need some time before we set off, that's not a problem, I'd rather be safe than sorry. I don't know why anyone would attack such a shipment, but I take it most bandits steal first and check out their loot later. Again, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Rumors abound in this place, people talk of unsafe routes, more than usual anyway, and folks getting snatched out of their homes in the middle of the night. Sounds like I could use the added security, just to be on the safe side."

About that time, Andren hurriedly makes his way to your table.

Andren
"Did you find her? Any news?" he blurts out, before noticing Bertio at your table. "I mean, uhm, what can I get you?"
OOC:
Technically, since Tauster employed the party to find Jelenneth, you might as well return to Thurmaster with the merchant and report your findings (or lack thereof) to him. However, you were also asked to report your findings to Garyld and there's always Milborne to explore first. Conveniently enough, Bertio doesn't seem to be in a rush to leave.
Sep 25, 2025 7:38 pm
A small lad, not quite the five feet in height, doth step within this tavern. He carries a knapsack upon his back, a thing most empty, save for the corner of a book which peeks out, and a walking staff, the top of which hath been broken short.

He wears a tunic of rough wool, woven coarse, yet beneath are shirt and hose of linen fine, and stout boots that lace up well. At first glance, he seems a little lost and witless, his eyes darting about as he doth seek the innkeeper, perchance, or other serving folk.
Sep 26, 2025 2:02 am
Aldeera confers with her companions. "If he's in no hurry to leave," she says, hooking a thumb at Bertio, "I say we continue looking for the girl first."
Sep 26, 2025 12:11 pm
The warrior appreciated the offer of easy work. Times had been lean and getting some coin in his pocket was always good. But they did seem to have a number of pans in the fire at the moment.

Devon looked a the serving boy Andren who was anxious for news. The boy's question immediately telling him that Jelenneth had not returned here either. "Sorry Andren, we have not found her. Her mentor has not seen her either. We searched the Hog Brook and spoke with a ranger and druid there. Neither have seen her recently."

The warrior paused, "We are not done looking." he reassured him before asking for bread, ale, and whatever they were preparing that day.

"I think it a good offer, but I agree we need to follow up on things here first. We have news of the orcs to deliver and we should speak with the girl's father again now that time has past. Perhaps they have some other ideas."

He feared the answer was already before them. Had the las run into the orcs they had encountered, she would have been easily overpowered. The might never find whatever they had left of her.
Sep 26, 2025 1:40 pm
The small lad approaches the elders whilst they speak, bowing his head most respectfully.

"Good morrow," he begins, "I am Theobald. Ye speak of a maid and her master, do ye not? Pray tell, do ye speak of Jelenneth and Master Tauster? For I say to you, Jelenneth is my own cousin. I... I have read many a book of hers, truly! And I have walked this whole, long road just to find her. Know ye already where she might be found?"
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Sep 26, 2025 3:48 pm
"We have some business to take care of first, if you don't mind waiting a bit, sir," Hanzel says to the merchant.

When the youth approaches the table, Hanzel turns to look at him. A cousin? He wasn't aware Jelenneth had a cousin, but then again he supposes there's a lot he doesn't know about the missing girl. "Jelenneth? I'm afraid not. Your cousin's location is a question we're looking for the answer to ourselves."
Sep 27, 2025 11:55 am
Devon agreed with Hanzel as they spoke with the merchant. They had some other business to attend first.

Devon nodded to the lad Theobald "I'm Devon. We have not found her yet. Join our table if you like as we decide what next in our search."

Considering as he waited for food and drink, he spoke to the others at the table. "A moment of rest with our meal, then speak to Garyld I think. We have news to deliver."
Sep 29, 2025 7:40 pm
"Thank ye kindly!" Theobald said. "That is a great pity, truly, but of course! I shall help with all my heart! How might I be of aid? I have read books, mind you!"

The lad doth circle the table until he doth spy a chair that is empty, and then clambers swiftly upon it. The edge of the great table doth reach almost to his throat, but now he can see all that doth happen, at the least.
Sep 29, 2025 8:21 pm
Bertio
"Orcs?" the merchant says anxiously at Devon's mention. "No one said anything about orcs. Is this a new thing then, on top of the disappearances? That's not good..." he pauses for a moment, before regaining his composure. "Well then. I understand you have some business to see to while you're in Millborne. I'll be staying here for a few more days, so do come find me when you're ready to begin the trip." With that, Bertio politely returns to his table and lets Andren take your order as he takes in the news about Jelenneth.

Andren
"I'm starting to worry about her. She's nowhere to be found and now you speak of orcs! Do you think the two might be connected?" Andren says to the entire group as he wipes the table. When he returns in a few minutes with lunch plates of fresh vegetables, eggs, bread and mugs of ale, he notices Theobald having joined the group. "A cousin? I'll get another plate then, if you're out to seek her you're always a welcome guest here!"
OOC:
@THAC0 Constantine is still in Bertio's table as one of his hired guards, if you'd like to take the opportunity and have him join the others to introduce himself.
The consensus seems to be Garyld next. It's midday so we can get straight to it after the meal if there's nothing else you want to do at the Baron of Mutton for now.
Sep 29, 2025 9:20 pm
Constantine is a plucky little gnome, still wide eyed enough to be looking for adventure without fear. This guard job has more than one benefit for him, money - of course, life on the road is always more expensive than anticipated. But more importantly, a barge! He has never been anywhere near a boat before, and he's having trouble maintaining a stoic demeanour. His imagination alight with thoughts of the open sea.

"Berito sir" the gnome pipes up "if I help them with their business in town, we may be able to get underway sooner?' it's more of a question than a statement
"I can be quite useful" he says to the group with a hopeful smile, and he holds up a length of rope he's been tying into an elaborate knot "in lots of ways" he laughs to himself, and adds "I'm a wizard mind..."
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Sep 30, 2025 12:52 am
The warrior gestures to the open spaces around the table. "Welcome to both of you. I'm Devon." The warrior does not announce his profession, but obvious by his armor and weapons, he deals with problems with sharpened steel.

He had not really intended to announce orcs, but the cat was out of the bag as they say. To the merchant and serving boy, "While searching Hog Brooke we encountered a group of orcs. We killed those we found. It sounds like this is unusual for this area. After we eat we will deliver our information and see what else we can do here."

Devon looked at the two new arrivals. "A wizard... no spells for finding missing apprentices I assume?

and young Theobald, you have read books... are you a student of magic also?

I've read a few books, well not true, I've read some small parts of a couple of books. None which will aid us here though.
"
Sep 30, 2025 1:33 pm
"Well, and truly, Sir," Theobald answered, his eyes very wide. "I have read within Jelenneth's books also, aye. And they have the most grand spells writ inside them!

I can make a thing or area all slimy, and I can move some things, and I can find the magic that is hidden. But mostly, I have made an Alarm Trap, lest I be surprised! Is that of help enough, pray tell?"
Sep 30, 2025 3:10 pm
Constantine is too naive to know he's in over his head here. Orcs? He's heard of those. What fun!

"Well met Devon, I am Constantine, Wizard of the Conberry clan. And to you as well Theobald. Your spells sound mighty to be sure!"

He does his best to look, well wizardly, as he pulls out his spell book and leafs through the pages.

"hmmmmm.... missing apprentices.... missing apprentices..... No, I'm afraid I have yet to collect any summoning spells"

He slides his book back into his satchel before anyone notices it only has one spell in it and the rest of the pages are blank.
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Oct 2, 2025 12:08 pm
The warrior nodded, breaking open a chunk of bread, "Well, 'Summon Apprentice' that would have been too easy I suppose. But I welcome any magic which may help us with our problems."

He started to dig into the meal thinking that they should get moving again. If the orcs did have the apprentice, she could be miles away and getting farther by the day.
Oct 2, 2025 3:00 pm
Constantine's stomach grumbles. Life on the road is more expensive than he realized when he left home. While smiling broadly, he slowly pulls a spoon from the folds in his cloak. He can surely pay for this meal if he must, but he hopes no one asks.

"I hear a boat is a most excellent conveyance to aid a search...." he says with his mouth full "moving across the water and all?"
Oct 8, 2025 11:18 am
After finishing their meal and saying their goodbyes to Caradoc and Almadel, the group head out to meet Garyld. His near death experience seems to have changed Caradoc, who decided the adventuring life isn't for him; instead, he chose to contact the local temple for guidance and accommodation as he recovers and considers his next steps. As for Almadel, he chose to stick around and ponder his next move, so he should be spending a few more days at the Baron of Mutton, should there be need to contact him again.
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OOC:
The Baron of Mutton would be the easternmost of the two taverns in the map. Garyld's place is the one marked as "carpenter" in the upper right side.
With Constantine and Theobald now tagging along, the group head towards Garyld’s place, which looks more like a barn than a house. The doors are open and the inside seems to be a large single space, with lots of carpentry tables, tools and items laid around in various stages of completion or repair. Two huge retriever-like massive hounds give you a cautious growl as they register your approach, but that also alerts Garyld who tells them to stand down, before he lays down his tools and walks up to greet you. In his early 50s, Garyld is hardly in his first flush of youth but still retains a lean frame with a mop of thick black hair streaked with strands of silver or grey hair.

Garyld
"Hail to thee, travellers! I take it by your looks this isn't a carpentry issue, so I guess you're here to see me as the local constable?"
Oct 8, 2025 1:34 pm
In his youthful eagerness, Theobald doth burst forth to speak before the Constable.

"We seek my cousin Jelenneth! And I am Theobald, her cousin, thus! These fine folk did encounter the Orcs, aye, and we must needs go forth now to find her and to save her, and..."

His sudden flow of words doth halt as he perceiveth that he hath spoken before the elders. He turneth deep scarlet and casteth his gaze down to the floor, all shamefaced.

"I crave your pardon, good sirs, that was too hasty of me..."
Oct 8, 2025 4:03 pm
Hanzel is faintly amused by Theobald's eagerness. "It's quite alright," he says with a smile. "It's nothing we weren't going to tell him already."

He turns to the constable, leaning on his staff as he speaks. "Theobald here is right, sir. We've come to tell you about the orcs in the area. Our group dealt with some of them, but there seems to be a lot of them around at the moment. And their shields had a symbol on them, looks like a head with an axe buried in it."
Oct 8, 2025 8:10 pm
Garyld
"Whoa there, slow down. I'm aware Jelenneth hasn't returned home in a few days, you say she's disappeared completely? And what of these orcs you speak of? Where did you encounter them? Tell me everything from the start."
Oct 9, 2025 3:16 am
The warrior nodded, "We travelled to visit Jelenneth master, to confirm that she had not gone to see him. He hired us to search for her further, so we went to seek the ranger Kuiper and search the Hog Brook where she was said to frequent. On our way to search there, we were ambushed by a group of orcs. We bested them, but they were a heavily armed hunting party."
Oct 9, 2025 3:41 pm
Constantine nods seriously, heavily armed? ambushed? He hopes none of the others can see the worry on his face, they're real warriors...

The only orcs Constantine has ever seen were in pictures that his older sister would use to frighten him as a child. 'well, it worked' he mutters to himself as behind his back he compulsively rubs his fingers together drawing sparks of magic from the weave. The heat making his fears a little more bearable.
Oct 10, 2025 11:17 am
Garyld listens to Devon attentively, his eyes widening a bit at the mention of Kuiper. He then asks you to wait for a moment as he returns inside. His hounds keep an eye on the group as he scribbles a brief note on a piece of scrap paper. When he's done, he whistles, and moments later, a bright-eyed crow answers his summons, landing on his shoulder. Garyld folds the paper into a tiny scroll and tells the bird "Take this to Shiraz." Taking the paper in its beak, the crow flies off, vaguely to the southeast.

Garyld
"If Jelenneth is anywhere in the western part of Haranshire, Shiraz will probably be able to get some news of her. Thanks for relaying all that information to me. Anything I find out, I promise to get back to you. Likewise, please pass along to me any news or clues that might be important. Together we stand a better chance."
Oct 17, 2025 7:47 pm
After reporting to Garyld, the group is quick to return to the Baron of Mutton and hunker down for the night, still nursing their wounds from the trek into Hog Brook and the encounter with the orcs.
OOC:
That'll be -5sp per character for lodging for the night. For simplicity's sake, I'll skip food and drink costs; Andren is quite keen to assist you as you've been searching for Jelenneth. After the night at Kuiper's farm, Aldeera was at 2/5 hp and Hanzel at 3/7. After this night of rest they're up to 3/5 and 4/7 respectively.
3rd of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
It's the final day of resting up and preparing for the trek along the river. While checking in with Bertio after having to pay for last night's lodging, he clarifies that he's paying for protection of the cargo alone; he's not pressing you to get started immediately, but he's not covering your expenses while you're sitting back eating, sleeping and drinking either; that's clearly his way of pressuring you to get started. It is also made clear, as you further discuss the finer details and terms of your employment, that you will be escorting Bertio's boatmen and crew, but the merchant himself will stay behind in Milborne. As a matter of fact, you're expected to make sure the goods are safely delivered to Thurmaster and you shall be paid upon your return to Milborne again. By this point, it's starting to dawn on the group that this trip back and forth between the two villages will be something they'll frequently do during their stay in Haranshire.
OOC:
Another night of rest, another -5sp per character for food and lodging. Everyone starts the next day at full hit points.
4th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
With everyone ready to go, Andren bids you farewell and wishes you luck while Bertio is giving final instructions to the crew of his barge.
OOC:
Pausing to give you a round of posts before resolving the trip itself. Maybe highlight what your character has been up to during this time, if they wanted to do something besides resting, talk to someone, look into something, what their thoughts are, how they prepare, whatever you like.

Rolls

Random encounter - (d20)

Oct 17, 2025 9:38 pm
Constantine is a......let's say thrifty, little gnome. And he is outraged that he is expected to pay a full 5 silver for room and board. He can barely reach the room's door handle, and he takes up less room on the bed than the pillow! The bowl of mutton with onions he ate for supper would fit into a human's hand!!

OUTRAGED!!

He is stomping around the inn looking for the inn keeper to demand fair treatment, when.......

oh my.....
he sees the water.
His little toes curl inside his little boots as he thinks about the boat ride he will take on the morrow. He's never been on a boat before. It seems so....so.....worldly. This is it. This is the reason he left home! To live in the world! To see it. To see it ALL!

He can't help but run out the door and straight to the canal. He stands at the edge and giggles like a boy as he sees his reflection in the water. He throws in little pebbles and watches the ripples distort the image. His mind swoons at the fish, the turtles, the mermaids and the whales that must be in there. Just under the surface, looking back at him.

He considers jumping in. That's what an adventurer would do. Right? He knows how to swim. Right? Well, probably. Gnomes can probably all swim. Right? He thinks hard for a moment, and then remembers that his dear old grandmother sewed this suit he's wearing. He shouldn't risk it shrinking. Yes, that's right, of course as a brave adventurer he could swim from one end of this canal to the other. But he should't. Not in his grandma's suit....

So he just sits at the edge and lets his mind wander. Oh the adventures on the high seas they will have! He'll be a real sailor. A swashbuckler even! His stupid brothers and their stupid books will be SO jealous!

That makes him laugh to himself and he forgets all about the silver.
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Oct 18, 2025 12:52 pm
The warrior prowls the village during the slow days waiting. He returns to Garyld to check on news a couple of times a day, but with nothing new, finds himself impatient to have something to do. In the end, he resorts to just practicing his weapon skills, setting up a straw target and firing his bow or practicing with his sword.
OOC:

Advantage of having only 1 hit point is you are either fully healed or dead :)

Great post for Constantine!
Oct 18, 2025 3:30 pm
When Hanzel's not trying to get some rest so he can recover properly, he's out and about exploring Milborne, getting to know the locals and seeing if he can perhaps pick up any useful information. The question of Jelenneth's whereabouts and safety often lingers in his mind.

He also takes the opportunity to make sure his supplies are in order, especially regarding his ammunition.
OOC:
@DarK_RaideR, would you say that they sell sling bullets here or not?
Oct 18, 2025 7:08 pm
wizard11 says:
OOC:
@DarK_RaideR, would you say that they sell sling bullets here or not?
OOC:
Absolutely. Garyld can provide a collection of well rounded and balanced stones, or the local blacksmith can sell metallic bullets for sling ammunition. Feel free to just add them to Hanzel's inventory and subtract the cost on the book, unless you wanna do a short scene of visiting the blacksmith or something.
Oct 18, 2025 7:11 pm
OOC:
Constantine will collect good quality, natural stones (gnomes are good at that) for half of what they charge in town (anything to help pay for his room)
Oct 18, 2025 7:45 pm
DarK_RaideR says:
OOC:
Absolutely. Garyld can provide a collection of well rounded and balanced stones, or the local blacksmith can sell metallic bullets for sling ammunition. Feel free to just add them to Hanzel's inventory and subtract the cost on the book, unless you wanna do a short scene of visiting the blacksmith or something.
OOC:
Thanks for the confirmation. I'll just buy the bullets, no need for a scene with the blacksmith.
Oct 19, 2025 2:52 am
Aldeera's time has been spent sharpening her weapon and honing her skills. She's been practicing on dummy locks, false traps, and moving about stealthily.
Oct 19, 2025 3:17 pm
OOC:
Forgot to mention, you get 100XP each (adjusted for individual XP bonuses) for relaying the information to Garyld.
The group reunites at the local Boathouse near the river, where workers are already at work preparing the barge for its trip down the river. There, they meet Capella, keeper of the place and clearly the one to perform any necessary boat repairs, as evidenced by the faint smell of tar and pitch that seems to linger around her. A woman in her mid-thirties, Capella is rather broad shouldered and well built, with the no-nonsense character and short fuse to match the boatmen she seems to work with on a regular basis.
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The trip itself is wholly uneventful; the only encounter along the river is a family of locals, with the father and sons herding the sheep to graze and drink along the bank while the women are off gathering the small red berries unique to Haranshire. By nightfall, you're in Thurmaster again, updating Tauster over dinner and drinks at the Hound and Tails.

Tauster
"It is unfortunate that Kuiper's assistance didn't help you discover my apprentice's whereabouts. I shall compensate you as agreed for your troubles, and my offer for additional pay still stands, should you be able to find where Jelenneth is. That aside, I have no more errands for you just now, but you don't seem to be in much need of it anyway. You're making a namy for yourselves in the region, doing just fine finding employment for yourselves already. Should have no trouble getting more jobs now, what with kidnappings and bands of unknown orcs in the woods! Dark times, dark times indeed... I have a feeling there are some interesting adventures in store for you."
OOC:
Everyone gets 10gp and 150XP (adjusted for individual XP bonuses). Constantine and Theobald weren't employed by Tauster, but they'll get Almadel and Caradoc's share.
As if on cue, you feel the presence of someone behind you, in the way where you can tell it's not just someone waiting for the waitress to go by so they can move on, but rather, someone deliberately waiting there for your attention and a chance to join the conversation. Although the man doesn't have his armor on, after a quick moment of searching down the corridors of your mind, you do recognize him as the guard who was posted outside the door of Squire Marlen's house.

Guard
"You lot, didn't you visit Squire Marlen's house a few days back? I recognize a couple of you, we spoke outside the door before I let you in. Any idea where that other gnome that was with you's gone? Umbar something. He offered to join the ranks but never showed up for it and no one knows where he's gone. It's like the earth opened up and swallowed him up without a trace."
Oct 22, 2025 12:07 pm
Another missing person? Just what is going on here? "Umbar? He left our group shortly after we met with Squire Marlen. I haven't seen him since. He seemed to be interested in gems, so he might've gone looking for them and got lost, but I really can't say anything for sure."
Oct 24, 2025 7:31 am
Guard
"Ugh, that sucks. I was really hoping he'd join up so we could do less shifts, but I guess he had second thoughts. It's hard to find reliable folks these days"

The Hound and Tails hasn't changed at all since your last visit; the ale is still watered down piss, the food is greasy and promising a hard night for your stomach, the beds aren't exactly clean and several inquisitive bugs make their home in them.
OOC:
Accomodation for the night is 5sp per person, plus 5cp for food and drinks. Make sure you update your character sheets accordingly, please.
5th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
The next day, with not much more to go on in terms of investigation, you begin the march along the riverbank back to Milborne. The temperature is chilly and a light breeze makes it feel even colder, but fortunately there's no rain and the few clouds aren't enough to obstruct the sunlight, so once you've walked for a bit and the sun comes up in the sky proper, the cold doesn't feel that bad anymore. Along the river, you only run into another river barge headed towards Thurmaster, which you do notice is also escorted by armed guards. Clearly the news have spread, of disappearances and of orcs. And that's not something that doesn't hit home, because after Scarlet, now another former member of this group, Umbar, seems to have gone missing. Speaking of Umbar, the only positive of him leaving the group has been how the others have been able to march between Milborne and Thurmaster in a single day. As the sun sets, you realize having Constantine along now, with now river barge to carry him along, everyone has to match his pace, meaning it'll take another day till you can make it to Milborne. Fortunately, you now have some friends around this area...
OOC:
Kuiper's farm is halfway between Milborne and Thurmaster, so not far from where the party currently is. Will it be camping or will you seek accommodation at his place?

Rolls

Random encounter - (d20)

Oct 24, 2025 5:28 pm
Aldeera considers the merits of camping out and taking her chances with potential bandits or wandering orcs, but decides to take the bed. She sleeps fitfully at best. As the journey draws to the end of the next day, she speaks up. "I suggest that we ask Kuiper if we can borrow his barn for the night. At least we would be warm."
Oct 24, 2025 5:59 pm
Constantine prefers a feather bed, with a copper bed warmer.... but the price tag on camping is very attractive.

He will follow whatever the group decides. He gets the idea that they already consider him a burden. Maybe he will spend his down time researching "walk faster" magic...
Oct 24, 2025 7:53 pm
The lad doth gaze from one speaker to the next, with an air of great interest, yet also showing his lack of worldly knowing.

"Ye are Adventurers, are ye not, and the good Gnome a Mighty Sorcerer? Do ye not bear much gold and shining platinum with ye, then?"

He doth pause for but a short moment, pondering.

"Yet I shall follow your lead, for your wisdom and experience shall surely guide us to make the correct choice in all this."
Oct 25, 2025 5:09 pm
The warrior smiled at the lad Theobald. "Sadly my friend, life on the road means many cold nights on the ground and often little coin to show for it. We were already ambushed by orcs one night, sleep in a friend's barn sounds welcome."
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Oct 25, 2025 9:15 pm
Hanzel normally has no qualms about sleeping outside, but these aren't exactly normal times with so many orcs around. "Well, there's no harm in asking. It'd certainly be safer than the alternative."
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Oct 27, 2025 11:16 pm
Garyld is quick to welcome you once again, asking questions about Caradoc and Almadel who aren't around this time while showing interest in the new additions to the group, Constantine and Theobald. His accommodations aren't exactly top notch, but his farm isn't meant to be an inn and it certainly beats the alternative of camping in the woods. Likewise, dinner is scrambled eggs, rye bread and fresh vegetables; hearty enough to fill your bellies and certainly better than travel rations.

6th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
After saying your goodbyes, you set off West towards Milborne, fortunately with no hostile encounters on the way. Arriving right before sunset, you get there just in time as the locals pour in after a day at work and gather outside the Exchange, which is Milborne's granary that doubles as a small market of sorts. Outside the exchange, people are gathered to witness what appears to be some kind of auction. Asking around, you are told the Denfast family has been forced to abandon their farm due to the spread of the New Mire on the southwest part of Haranshire. They are now selling off what little they could salvage from their property, such as farm tools and the like, before they had to abandon it and flee from the ever expanding Mire.
Nov 1, 2025 11:42 am
Devon watched the auction for a moment, although it seemed a simple thing.

"To lose one's land and home, a hard thing. Hopefully they will find a new place."

He considered a moment, "With the spread of the marsh lands and the influx of ..." he paused deciding not to say orcs in a mixed crowd of farmers, although likely they had heard by now. "seems things are getting harder around here."

Devon stops again, glances up at the sky as if hoping some answer might be written in the clouds.

"We have returned again to where the search started. The only thing we seem to have found so far is more people missing."
Nov 1, 2025 4:11 pm
With the auction seeming to wrap up, a person appears from the gathered crowd and heads towards the group. His clothing seems to suggest a rather modest living, marking him out from the local farmers and peasants observing the auction.

"You lot" he tries to get your attention, as he approaches. "You seem to match Garyld and Andren's descriptions. Devon, Hanzel and Aldeera, was it? My lord, Darius Carman, has sent out summons for you. Will you answer his call and present yourselves at his manor house tomorrow?"
Nov 2, 2025 12:59 am
The lad looks between the other back and forth.
Nov 2, 2025 1:20 pm
The warrior watched the man approach. He extended his hand is greeting, "You have the right of it. I'm Devon, and your name friend?"

He nodded at the man's invitation and glanced at the others in the group. "Lord Carman you say? I am unfamiliar with this area and the local nobility. Could you enlighten us about your lord?"
Nov 4, 2025 7:36 pm
Hanzel has heard of Lord Carman, having grown up in the area, but knows very little about the man. He wonders why the group are being called on; maybe a member of Lord Carman's house has gone missing?

"I don't really know any more about him than you do, I'm afraid," he says to Devon.
Nov 4, 2025 8:12 pm
Constantine stands next to Theobald while the warriors talk. He feels like he's 'one of the children' even though he's probably the oldest one here. How old is this Theo kid anyway? Humans get so tall, so quickly.

"we shouldn't keep a lord waiting" he declares. And then feels foolish for saying anything at all. Theses mighty warriors are not to be impressed by some country-bumpkin lord...

Uh oh... did he say that bit out loud? Good Garl! he hopes not. He doesn't know anything about these parts, or this lord.
Nov 4, 2025 10:25 pm
OOC:
Apologies for the delay, life has been a bit hectic lately.
"My Lord's family have been in charge of the lands this part of Haranshire since the area was tamed" the man responds with a hint of pride in his tone. "Milborne is their seat of power, but their wealth comes from the mines, and running the local smithy. I'm just a general handyman at his mansion, not privy to milord's thoughts and motivations, I'm afraid. He's only asked me to keep an eye out for you and summon you to present yourselves before him.
OOC:
So, bit of summary to help things run smoothly:
- The Carmans are the family in charge of the west part of Haranshire. They are based in Milborne and mainly concern themselves with the expoitation of the mines in the nearby hills northwest of Milborne.
- The Parlfray family are in charge of the eastern part of Haranshire, their mansion standing a stone's throw outside Thurmaster.
- The two families just do their own thing on their own lands. There is no known alliance or rivalry between them.
- It's late in the day when you make it to Milborne, so it's unlikely Lord Carman will see you immediately. Tomorrow morning makes more sense.
- This gives you some time to check in with people in Milborne: have a meal at the Baron of Mutton, stay the night and catch up with Andren. Report to Bertio and collect your reward for escorting his boat of goods down the river. Maybe check in with Garyld, or explore other locations and meet other NPCs in Milborne. I've provided a map in the past that I can share again, let me know if it would be useful to share a shortlist of places that might be of interest.
Nov 6, 2025 2:20 am
The warrior nodded in agreement with Constantine, "Agreed."

Looking at the messenger, "We will come speak with the Lord tomorrow as requested."

Turning to the others, "First we should collect our pay for escorting the shipment. Let us go to the inn and find our employer to report that his good have arrived safely."
Nov 6, 2025 11:08 pm
The mood at the Baron of Mutton is anything but lighthearted tonight. The few locals that have filed in for a drink are still talking to themselves about the auction and what a shame that was. Travelling boatmen get drunk joking about how, at this rate, soon enough they'll have new routes to traverse. Even a grumpy old dwarf you've seen around a couple of times seems to have been taken away by the latest hot subject and he's busy grumbling to anyone who'll hear him about tales of mining mishaps and flash floods underground.

Bertio
"Ah, greetings" your employer says with glee as he looks up from his table at you approaching. "I take it all is well, yes? I had to commission the boat and crew, it'll probably be a while before they get a contract to load another shipment and come back to Milborne, but they should have given you some form of confirmation in writing that the delivery has been made."
OOC:
If anyone's wondering, yes you would have such a document to present. Completing this job earns each PC 100XP (adjusted for individual bonuses) and 15gp each.
Nov 7, 2025 8:59 pm
The mood is justifiably gloomy in here. Constantine feels truly sympathetic for the people of this town. He finds the jokes of the boatmen offensive and is about to say something, when Bertio meets them with glee? Orcs, missing people, flooding, family's destitute, glee doesn't sit right with him at all.

He turns away from Bertio, and whispers through clenched teeth to Devon
"what's he so happy about?"
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Nov 7, 2025 9:31 pm
Devon considered Constantine's comment and responded quietly, "Surprised perhaps, considering how everything else is going." He glanced around the common room considering the others.

Devon searched through his pouches and produced the requested document. Handing it to Bertio, "Yes, everything went smoothly." As they accepted payment, "If we are still in town come your next shipment, we would consider another job. Until then, be well."

As a mercenary, having a few regular employers was always good for future business.
Nov 8, 2025 9:59 pm
Hanzel watches the exchange between Devon and their employer while taking in the conversations around them. The disappearances on their own are bad enough without the spreading Mire and underground floods on top of that.
"No wonder there are people making jokes," he muses. "There's not much else most of them can do right now."
Nov 9, 2025 8:33 pm
Having sorted out their business with Bertio, the group settle into a table and make arrangements for dinner, drinks and accommodation.

Barthelew
"I hear you lot were over in Thurmaster once or twice, right?" the young boy asks as he sets the drinks down on the table, always under the sleepless gaze of his grandfather. "Looking for my twin brother's crush, Jelenneth. He's been quite down about it, but at least he still does his share of the work round here, can't complain. Anyway, are things just as bad over there? Disappearances, orcs, now those poor folks with news of the Mire flooding out again, it's just too much ain't it? Heard some folks whisper it's all connected, been saying something about a cult or whatnot. My guess it's the few folks in Haralton, if you ask me. Always been more remote types, and they're right next to the New Mire. Wouldn't be surprised if some of them were praying to some marsh monster or what have ye."
OOC:
Been away all weekend, just putting this up now for the rumor mill and rp, will fast forward to the meeting with Lord Carman next time I get a chance to post.
Nov 11, 2025 9:15 pm
7th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
Despite the lack of snow or rain, it's still cloudy and well below freezing in Haranshire, so a night of drinks, hot meals and sleep on a bed indoors at the Baron of Mutton does a lot to raise the party's spirits, even if it feels that things tend to get more and more frustrating, first with the lack of progress in finding Jelenneth, then the orcs and now these news of the New Mire flooding.
OOC:
Everyone please subtract 6sp for food, drinks and accommodation.
Lord Carman's mansion, or "The Mansion House" as locals seem to call it, lies on the other side of Milborne from where the Baron of Mutton is, on the West end of the settlement and it's easy to locate as it is significantly larger than the rest, built of stone with a matching stone wall surrounding it. You are met at the outside door by the same manservant who walked up to you at the Auction House and after the necessary introductions, led into the building and the office of Darius Carman himself. The more martially oriented, such as Devon, might notice the lack of any guards, or the fact that no one bothered to remove weapons, in contrast to, say, Squire Marlen's house in Thurmaster that has a standing guard of four.

Darius Carman
"Ah, the adventuring types I called for, yes. I take it you've heard about the New Mire, yes? Dreadful news, seems to be all everyone's talking about lately. Bad business, says I. Some evil magic, I thought at first. Well, before you, I sent an emissary off to find a decent diviner who could learn something of the matter. The wretched old charlatan charged me a fortune, and all he could tell me was that there was magic involved, but that it was not evil. He could not identify it, but he said that it was something going wrong. Going wrong! I ask you! I could have told him that myself. Anyways, I want you to study the area for me. Find out anything you can. I shouldn't be surprised if the trouble lies somewhere in the Patchwork Hills; after all, the farmland itself has been settled a good many years and has always been fertile. I'm offering 50 gold to each of you, for up to two weeks' scouting work in the area. If you can find the answer before then, you get paid full rate. If you waste my time and come up with nothing, or some silly excuse like that charlatan, you get nothing. If, however, you can actually solve the problem of the waterlogged lands, I am willing to reward you with a grand total of one thousand gold. In total, that is, not per person, obviously. What do you say?"
Nov 13, 2025 3:04 pm
Hanzel mentally files away Lord Carman's comments about what the diviner said. Magic, but not evil... a badly botched attempt at fertilising the land, maybe? He'll have to consider that as a possible cause.

Hanzel himself is fully willing to look into this as Haranshire is his home, but he'll have to see what the others think. "What say you, all?" he asks, turning to the group.
Nov 13, 2025 3:59 pm
"humph?" Constantine snorts, just shaken out of a daydream where he was standing on a pile of a thousand gold pieces, pointing and laughing maniacally at his dumb brothers.

"Well, us gnomes have a saying 'when someone asks for help - you help them'
I guess in this case we'll be paid... so, hired to help?
No matter. The principal remains the same.
We help."
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Nov 13, 2025 8:26 pm
The warrior listened to the lord as he explained the problem, but it seemed another problem just to be added to the top of the long list they were collecting. He liked guarding the barge a lot better, simple goals and straight forward pay. Stomping around in the swamp for a few weeks was not exactly what he was looking for.

"I know nothing of magic, but I wonder if this magic might be what's stirring up the other things we've run into lately?"

He looked at Constantine who had just said he would help, then to Hanzel and Theobald who he knew had some magical talents. "I'll leave the decision to you magically talented. I will be of little help finding magic, but I'll lend my sword for the less mystical troubles."

He considered for a moment, "If we are to travel the swamp for a week or more, we will need provisions. Would you be willing to provide upfront for some supplies? You can have your man purchase them if you are concerned we might drink away any advance.

One other thing, is there someone with experience with the lands around the Mire that we might speak with or hire as a guide. I'd rather know more about what we might be getting into.
"
Nov 13, 2025 8:56 pm
Alddera considers only for a moment before nodding her head. "Agreed, but I do wonder about Devon's point. Is this magic stirring up other things?"
Nov 13, 2025 9:45 pm
Lord Carman nods in satisfaction, as the group seem to be taking him up on his offer.

Darius Carman
"I wouldn't know much more about the situation. After all, that's what I'm paying you to find out about, I don't care how you do it as long as you do come up with something useful. Suppose Garyld is the man to ask for guidance, he is a man of the woods after all and a former adventuring type himself. As for supplies, I won't be fronting any money, but I can provide you with a writ to confirm your employment. You should be able to purchase supplies in Milborne by presenting that, my name bears enough weight that any merchant would offer you provisions now and come to me with the bill. I shall be deducting that from your final pay in the end, of course."

In saying that, he moves to his office to get a quill, ink and some paper. There's a bit of pause, or dramatic flourish there; at first you think it is as if he's waiting for your permission to proceed, but with his next words, you realize he's more likely basking in his own power and what he can provide to you at a flick of his wrist.

"My family run the mines and the local smithy, so you should be able to use this document for your purchases at the Smithy too. And of course, it could come in handy in a few other social situations too if you're smart about its use. Open doors, make people bend to your intent, that sort of thing."
Nov 14, 2025 5:58 pm
The lad doth cast a gaze of true wonder upon Lord Carman, and then to the others.

"With such aid as this, should we not then achieve the finding out of more tidings of Jelenneth far more quickly?"
Nov 17, 2025 7:40 pm
OOC:
Unless anyone wants to have any further discussions here, between themselves or with Lord Carman, the next step is preparing for the scouting mission. Few suggestions would be to get provisions and/or upgrading gear at the smithy as mentioned. There's also other places, like the local temple for healing potions, scrolls etc or Garyld's carpentry shop for things like arrows. Garyld might also have some useful knowledge of the area, or you can ask around at the Baron of Mutton.
Nov 19, 2025 10:29 pm
OOC:

I have nothing more to ask of the lord.
As the left the lord, "Seems we have some preparation to do. I would suggest we speak with Garyld first to see what he can warn us about. No reason to shop for supplies until we have a better idea of what we might need. Travelling multiple days into the marsh could leave us in a bad situation. We've been lucky so far to be able to fine allies and safe places to stay."
Nov 19, 2025 11:07 pm
OOC:
ready to go
multiple days?
Constantine thinks.
in a marsh?
bad situation?

good thing there's a giant pile of gold waiting for them when they're done...
his mind drifts off to the splendours he will buy.
Nov 20, 2025 3:17 pm
OOC:
I have nothing more to ask of him either.
Hanzel's mind wanders for a moment. The wilderness is a dangerous place, but the key to all this must be out there somewhere. He just hopes they can find it in time.

"Trying to get some information first makes sense," he says, agreeing with Devon. "We wouldn't want to head out without knowing what we're dealing with."
Nov 20, 2025 9:28 pm
OOC:
A small lad which follows the nice guys. ;-)
Nov 23, 2025 7:34 pm
After accepting Lord Carman's job offer and saying their goodbyes, the party are handed a document with Lord Carman's wax seal and signature, proving their employment and requesting that all good folk of Haranshire try to assist the bearers in their quest. Next stop is Garyld's place, in front of which he is busy training his two massive hounds when he is encountered.

Garyld
"The New Mire, eh? Well, it's about time someone did something about that, the Denfasts are the last in a growing list of people who had to abandon those lands. And the worst part is, Cutter Brook has not flooded, nor does the water in it seem foul or bad to drink, yet the affected area has almost doubled its size since last year. The Mire was, until two years ago, good farming land. That's why it's called New, you see. The first year, the soil grew waterlogged, until the roots of plants rotted in the ground. This year, the problem is even worse, the waters are expanding at an alarming rate and it doesn't seem natural."
OOC:
Putting up a map of the area, for your ease of reference. Feel free to ask him about any other place that's named on the map, if you'd like to.
https://i.imgur.com/hh55Hmp.png
Nov 28, 2025 4:37 pm
Devon had some experience with farming from his father's place. "It does strike as odd that land would change so quickly. Where does all the water come from if not for excessive rain or flooding I wonder."

Looking at Garyld, "We met a druid a day or so back. Are there any local nature wardens who have investigated the changes?"

"Other than stray groups of orcs which seem to be about now, are their any other changes in the wild life we should be wary of. Mires typically have large number of reptiles. Have any creatures appeared withe the rotting of the land?"

"Where do you suggest we might start? Perhaps where the most recent farmers just left and work our way from there? If we are to find the source, we will need to work our way toward the center. Do you have any information on which farms were impacted first?"
Nov 30, 2025 8:56 pm
Garyld nods as Devon asks his question, then scratches his chin as he clearly tries to get his thoughts in order to respond.

Garyld
"The flooding doesn't seem to be due to any natural cause, so magic's the best alternative. Haranshire used to be full of lizardfolk before it got cleared out and settled, but that was several generations ago. If they're back, there hasn't been any sighting I'm aware of."

"Location-wise, unless you wanna go blind into the Mire and slosh around hoping you stumble upon a clue, you're best off starting with a visit to Harlaton. The locals there might be able to guide you better. Maybe ask around for Shiraz. She's the ranger patrolling the entire western half of Haranshire, if you manage to talk to her she's probably your best bet. Don't think she's got a permanent home you can go to, I use ravens to send messages to her myself. I'm kinda stuck in Milborne, bad leg and all that. Then there's Kuiper who keeps an eye on the Great Rock Dale and the eastern half of the shire, concentrating on the Hardlow Woods, Howler's Moor, and the northern margin of the Thornwood. Used to have Jeremas and Talyan in our ranks too, but they're now deceased. They patrolled Blessed Wood, the Halfcut Hills, and the Shrieken Mire, but these areas have been somewhat neglected of late, if I'm honest."

"Speaking of deceased, there used to be an elderly seclusive druid in Thornwood, but they're believed to have died a long time ago. I don't suppose that's the one you met. Are you sure it was a druid? Legends abound of the Wild Woman in the Woods; some say she's feral, or even not totally human."
Nov 30, 2025 9:17 pm
Theobald's eyes did widen like saucers at this talk. He clapped his hands together with great cheer and did hop upon the spot in his excitement.

"The Wild Woman in the Woods! O, a true legend! That is far better than a usual druid, truly! Not human, say ye? Such a grand thing! We must needs go there! I wish to meet her and see her magic with the living things!"
Dec 1, 2025 7:04 pm
Hanzel listens to what Garyld has to say, his fingers tapping idly on his staff. He recognises some of the names; he thinks he's crossed paths with them a few times while attending to his duties.
"You might get your wish," he says to Theobald, smiling slightly at the boy's enthusiasm. "Depending on whether our paths cross with hers or not."
Dec 1, 2025 7:50 pm
The warrior nodded, "The woman we met had two wolves, Oleanne I believe was her name. Kuiper knew her. I assumed druid, but wild woman would certainly fit the description."

"Seems we have our first destination then, Harlaton to speak with the locals and perhaps find this ranger Shiraz."
Dec 3, 2025 9:34 pm
After grabbing some supplies for the trip to Haralton and the New Mire, the party head out south of Milborne. Despite Constantine's best efforts, his gnomish stride means the others need to slow down and match his pace. Between the morning meeting with Lord Carman, the chat to Garyld, shopping for provisions and the trek itself, it's near sunset when Haralton's few buildings appear in the distance. Quickening their step in anticipation of a drink, a hot meal and a night's sleep, the group climb up a short hilltop only to come up to a grisly sight: three feral-looking canines are in the middle of a meal, feasting on a carcass right by the side of the road. Both sides notice each other a moment too late to avoid contact; not a second later, the wild dogs shift their attention from their dinner to the newcomers and snarl at the travellers.
OOC:
It's an initiative draw! The wild dogs look like they're going to attack, so everyone declare actions and roll your dice, I'll do the bookkeeping of weapon/spell speed factors etc to resolve everything in order. @THAC0 not sure if Constantine has 1 or 4 hp, let me know which is right
NameAChpStatus
Aldeera165/5
Hanzel127/7
Devon151/1
Constantine124/4
Theobald101/1
Wild Dogs (A,B,C)137/7, 2/2, 2/2

Rolls

Secret Roll - (2d10)

(69) = 15

Initiative (Party, Enemies) - (1d10, 1d10)

1d10 : (4) = 4

1d10 : (4) = 4

Dec 3, 2025 11:47 pm
OOC:
it's 4, so far Constantine is unscathed. but unfortunately, the gnome's 'speak with animals' ability didn't show up until 3e!
How far away are they?
Dec 3, 2025 11:52 pm
Devon drew his sword and readied his shield, he stepped forward toward the dogs to keep himself between dogs and the smaller members of his group.

Rolls

Sword Attack / Damage - (1d20+1, 1d8+2)

1d20+1 : (11) + 1 = 12

1d8+2 : (5) + 2 = 7

Dec 4, 2025 12:54 am
Hanzel moves towards one of the wild dogs to keep its attention away from the child and swings his staff. If he can just land a solid hit, he might be able to fend it off.
Last edited December 9, 2025 2:47 pm

Rolls

Attack and damage - staff - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (1) = 1

1d6 : (5) = 5

Dec 4, 2025 4:06 pm
Theobald's eyes did grow wide with fear upon seeing the foes, yet he doth collect his courage when the grown members of the company step boldly forth.

Quickly fetching his throwing-darts from his pack, he doth begin to cast them with great care, aiming first to prick the smallest hound, and thus work his way to the greater beasts.

He doth keep far from the hounds in the mêlée, lest he strike his own companions by error.

Rolls

Attacks (Darts, 3/1, 1d20 + 0)) - (3d20)

(3820) = 31

Damage dice (1d3 each) - (3d3)

(211) = 4

Dec 4, 2025 10:46 pm
Constantine's legs quiver. His knees threaten to give out completely. He looks desperately to the left and the right for somewhere to run. Those dogs are taller than he is!!

Then the real warriors step in front of him, ready to face the danger and his mood shifts.

"Bad dog" he says loud enough for the others to hear and he brandishes his staff ready to clip a mongrel across the nose.

Rolls

attack : quarter staff - (1d20)

(14) = 14

damage : bludgeoning - (1d6)

(6) = 6

Dec 6, 2025 7:35 pm
OOC:
Few things, as we wait for WhtKnt to return from Disneyland and post Aldeera's actions on the 8th.
- The dogs are some 30 or so feet away from the party, just enough for either side to move in and engage in melee in the same round.
- As the PCs were walking up the hill and thus didn't see the dogs from a distance early enough because of it, they do have the higher ground in this situation. That gives them a -1 bonus to Initiative and +1 bonus to attack rolls. Also, those making ranged attacks and shoot into opponents engaged in melee don't have the risk of hitting another target.
- In resolving the order of actions, I'll also factor in the combat speed of everyone's weapons used.
- The wild dogs will charge on their turn, which gives them a +2 bonus to their attacks and -2 bonus to Initiative. It also eliminates the Dexterity bonus to their AC and imposes a -1 penalty to it, taking down to 9 for this round.

Sorry to drop this bit after the start of the combat. If anyone wants to, they can retcon their actions based on this information.
Dec 6, 2025 9:16 pm
OOC:
I'll wait to see if they bite me first ;)
I only just realized that Constantine's one and only spell requires a 50gp diamond to cast....
Last edited December 9, 2025 4:06 pm
Dec 8, 2025 6:04 pm
Aleera draws her blade and waits for the dogs to close with her. She slashes with her shortsword as soon as one comes within range.

Rolls

Attack and damage - (19-1d20, 1d6)

19-1d20 : - (19) + 19 = 0

1d6 : (4) = 4

Dec 10, 2025 9:16 pm
The wild beasts dash uphill and swarm Devon, who's stepped forward to take the brunt of the offensive. Before he can properly swing his blade, the warrior is downed by the pack of hounds! (4 damage to Devon, Unconscious and Bleeding)

Theobald manages to draw the hounds' attention as one of his projectiles connects with its intended targets, causing the wild dog to howl in pain and step back from the fallen warrior (1 Damage to Wild Dog B). That's just the opening the rest of the group need to rush forward in rescue of Devon as they descend upon the beasts. While Hanzel struggles to properly use his staff in the melee, Constantine smashes his against the snout of the strongest looking dog, nearly cracking its skull off (6 Damage to Wild Dog A). Few steps further, Aldeera manages a deft slice, cutting off the back of a dog's neck before she twists the blade in her palm to stab down the wound, right down to the beast's throat (4 Damage to Wild Dog C, DEAD).

Having met a stronger resistance than they might have hoped for, with one down and the strongest among them on the brink of death, the Wild Dogs admit defeat and try to make a retreat.
OOC:
Hanzel, Constantine and Aldeera may make a free attack against either of the fleeing Wild Dogs, if they wish to.
NameAChpStatus
Aldeera165/5
Hanzel127/7
Devon15-3/1Unconscious, Bleeding
Constantine124/4
Theobald101/1
Wild Dogs (A,B,C)131/7, 1/2, 0/2

Rolls

Dog Attacks - (d20+3, d20+3, d20+3)

d20+3 : (1) + 3 = 4

d20+3 : (12) + 3 = 15

d20+3 : (5) + 3 = 8

Dog Damage - (3d4)

(341) = 8

Morale - (2d6)

Dec 10, 2025 10:37 pm
hot blood splatters across Constantine's face. He grimaces, and then thinks "I'm a hero... a real warrior HERO!" It's all he's ever wanted to be!!

"I thought dogs liked sticks" he says in his best hero voice as he swings his staff dramatically in a wide circle, ready to strike again. As soon as the dogs escape his range, he turns his attention to Devon, hoping he can help.
Last edited December 10, 2025 10:40 pm
Dec 10, 2025 10:45 pm
Aldeera takes a parting strike at the retreating dogs.

Rolls

Attack and damage - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (9) = 9

1d6 : (4) = 4

Dec 10, 2025 11:29 pm
OOC:

Woot! One shot and down :) Surprised it took this long.
Dec 11, 2025 12:51 pm
OOC:
He went down heroically, standing up to a pack of (likely rabid) dogs to protect his allies! Or at least that's what the bards will say once all this is over, hehe. Everyone gets 21XP each (adjusted for individual XP bonuses).
With the wild dogs on the retreat, the party takes care to staunch Devon's bleeding and keep him safe as he comes back to his senses. It's only a short march to Haralton and the prospect of a drink, warm meal and nice bed is very much welcome after today's ordeals.

The remaining travel is quite uneventful and "village" is a pretty generous term for Haralton, which lies at the center of a broad belt of farmsteads in what's probably the best arable land of the shire, at the foot of the Terraces. With most of the few locals living spread out in their farms, it is a rather sleepy village with only one tavern/hostelry around, fittingly called the Pitcher and Pitchfork. It's a pretty small place, mainly meant for the locals to have a drink together after a hard day's work in the fields, but it's cosy enough. Likewise, people here seem polite enough, but it's hard to shake off the feeling that one is an outsider here in this small, tight knit community.
OOC:
Let's have a round of posts with everyone's feedback on the fight, this place, maybe how they settle down or chat to the locals and plan what to do next.
Dec 11, 2025 5:01 pm
Constantine pauses in the doorway of the tavern. He scans from side to side, observing the "regular" folk. Such safe, simple live they have, no idea what the life of a true adventurer is like....

He strides confidently towards the bar, and only struggles a little bit to pull his small frame up on to a stool.

"ale"

he says, as he flips a copper coin onto the bar.

Without moving his head, he tries to see if anyone is looking at him, before he dramatically wipes the dried blood from his face, while doing his best to look like a proper beast slayer.
OOC:
any chance the bartender is a pretty girl?
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Rolls

DEX vs. 16 - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Dec 11, 2025 6:55 pm
Aldeera enters the tavern with an air of indifference. She doesn't make eye contact with the locals, but finds an empty table and takes a seat.
Dec 11, 2025 10:06 pm
Devon groaned as he climbed to his feet. The fresh wounds barely closed. "Thank you." he looked around and noticed one of the dogs there. "Seems the rest of you had better luck than I with the mutts."
As they entered the village Devon had to admit that it was not much. As they entered the bar, he noticed he had a slight limp as he favored one leg. He followed Aldeera to a table and lowers himself slowly to a seat. The warrior was feeling a bit light headed and he would have to check his wounds again, but first he definitely needed an ale.
Dec 11, 2025 10:12 pm
​The rest of the journey was most dull and quiet. The village was a welcome change, even being but a few scattered homes amidst the great, flat fields which lay beneath the high Terraces. Truly, the soil there was rich and dark.

​Theobald noticed that the air here smelled very deeply of turned earth and straw, and that the few folk he did spy seemed to be tanned brown by the sun like old leather. ​This was a sleepy place, with only one Inn for all the farm-folk, aptly named 'The Pitcher and Pitchfork.'

​The company then did enter the Inn. Theobald’s eyes took in the room; it was small, indeed, yet warm and free of any mess. ​The people within seemed of polite manner, yet Theobald could not rid his mind of the feeling that they were all strangers in this small knot of folk. Though his stomach did send forth soft noises of want, he did not dare to call for drink nor food, nor did he choose a seat, but stood waiting, until the grown folk had chosen what they would do.
Dec 11, 2025 11:31 pm
The return to the village Hanzel grew up in strikes him as vaguely surreal. It's as he remembers it, for the most part, but it also seems so much smaller than he thought it was as a child. He supposes that's to be expected, what with it and the nearby farmland not being his entire world anymore.
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Hanzel follows the rest of the group into the Pitcher, brushing a few bits of leaf off his clothes on the way in. He takes a seat at the same table as Devon, glancing at the warrior as he sits down. He might have to give the wound a proper look later.
He notices Theobald still standing and gestures at a seat. "You can sit down if you want," he says, casually. "The seats won't collapse under you."
OOC:
Sorry I didn't see the posts until now. It was my birthday yesterday and I didn't get the time to check.
Dec 13, 2025 10:12 pm
OOC:
Happy belated birthday @wizard11 !
The bartender, a middle aged man of receding hairline, plain functional countryside clothing and otherwise unremarkable appearance, puts a palm on Constantine's coin and slides it over the counter, before giving it a quick inspection in case it might be counterfeit. "Ain't seen you lot around before" the man grumbles at the gnome as he grabs a mug and starts to pour in ale from the barrel behind his counter. "Don't seem like the farming types either. Or merchant types, for that matter." The man turns around to serve the ale and notices Hanzel speaking to Constantine. "Wait, I know you... Hansel, innit? Little boy last time I saw you, my, how time flies. You seem quite the woodsman these days. And you're with these armed folks too. Come to check out the New Mire, I bet?"

Rolls

Bartender gender, age, looks - (d2, d35+15, 3d6)

d2 : (1) = 1

d35+15 : (33) + 15 = 48

3d6 : (261) = 9

Dec 15, 2025 9:00 pm
"It's been a while, yes," Hanzel says, addressing the bartender. "My work has me travelling a lot. And yes, we're here to look into this business with the New Mire."
OOC:
A belated thanks @DarK_RaideR
Dec 15, 2025 10:47 pm
Devon had not realized they were going to Hanzel's home village. Not that it mattered, but certainly would not hurt as the bar tender might be more likely to open up to someone from around here than with a bunch hired strangers.

The warrior was still feeling his near death, so he slumped into his chair and ordered an ale to take the edge off.
Dec 16, 2025 6:42 pm
Constantine didn't expect the bartender to know any of them, tall tales probably won't cut it here. He feels a bit deflated, he's never had such a good story to tell before...

He slides off his stool and moves quietly to the table to join the others. "Warrior work is thirsty work eh?" he says as he sits down to nurse his pint. He's never drank a full one before, and now he doesn't think today's the day.
Dec 16, 2025 9:58 pm
Devon smiled weakly, "That it is my friend." Silently he hoped that this was not a sign of how things would go for the rest of their journey.
Dec 17, 2025 8:56 pm
"Well it's a good thing someone local's looking into it" the bartender tells Hanzel, as he's pouring the ale for the rest of the group. "Outsiders are only in it for the gold and glory, but I believe you care for us folks here. And you seem to have a decent group with ya. I keep saying, whatever's causing it to flood this fast ain't natural. And if it's magic, it won't be subtle. The trick is surviving long enough in the Mire till you locate the source of it all." As if to emphasize that last point, the man puts down the last of the filled mugs and pushes them towards the druid. "Got any promising leads so far? An idea where to start from? Or you just gonna wander the Mire till you stumble upon whatever's causing the flood?"
Dec 17, 2025 9:08 pm
The lad doth look from one grown face to another, his eyes clouded with great worry as the man speaks of the dangers within the Mire. Yet, he doth take a deep breath and nods most firmly, his voice ringing out with hope.

"Sir, pray do not fret!" he saith to the keeper of the Inn.

"For these be the finest and most noble adventurers in all the realm, truly! They shall not only smite whatever magic doth cause this flood, but they shall also find my cousin Jelenneth and bring her home to me!"

After he hath spoken these bold words, he doth quickly cast a glance toward his companions, seeking in their faces the proof that he hath indeed spoken the truth.
Last edited December 17, 2025 9:08 pm
Dec 17, 2025 11:22 pm
Devon, who looks literally like something to dogs dragged through the mud, smiled weakly at the bold claims Theobald made.
Dec 17, 2025 11:29 pm
Constantine slides what's left of his ale (most of it) in front of Devon, who clearly needs it more.

"the lad speaks the truth" he boasts to the bartender "we are great warriors"

and he sits back in his chair, smugly smiling to himself, enjoying the sounds of the words.
Last edited December 18, 2025 5:36 pm
Dec 18, 2025 2:57 am
Aldeera keeps her head down to hide her rolling eyes.
Dec 18, 2025 2:47 pm
Hanzel takes a quick drink of the ale before speaking. "The boy puts it a bit enthusiastically, but we can hold our own in a fight. We might be starting our search in the Patchwork Hills, but I suppose that depends on whether we can find out anything else before we start."
Dec 19, 2025 7:59 pm
"Holding your own in a fight's gonna come useful if you run into one of these in the Hills" the innkeeper says pointing to the skin of a rather large mountain lion proudly displayed above the fireplace. Hanzel remembers that being a thing at the Pitcher and Pitchfork and it was never in an especially good state, but it feels like it's even more mangy and moth-eaten with age since the last time he laid eyes upon it. "It's funny, you know," he continues, "every now and then people with set the bracken ablaze to prevent them from encroaching on the terraces, but now it's the water that's moving in and no one knows how to stop it. Although it'll probably drown out the trees in the southeast before it rises up to the terraces, really. Maybe that's why that woodsfellow wosstheirname's been seen lurking about there. You might be well to exchange information if you're both looking into the same thing."
OOC:
Being local, Hanzel would know that the hillsides are covered in heather and bracken, which makes them poor for livestock to graze upon (bracken is virtually inedible). Locals often set controlled fires when the weather is good and not too windy, in order to burn away the vegetation and protect the terraces from encroachment by the choking bracken.

The terraces themselves are the farming lands, carved from the northern escarpment nearly a century ago. The terraces are cut in layers, each some 50 yards wide, with the next terrace lying some 20 to 40 feet below, accessed by steps cut into the rock. The soil there is very fertile, excellent for roots (carrots, turnips, potatoes) and green vegetables (mostly cabbages) that local farmers grow there. Ownership of a terrace is handed down within families and is jealously prized.

To the southeast, the Patchwork Hills merge into lightly wooded hills, eventually blending into the Thornwood. The terrain there is very rocky, wild and hard to traverse, the plant growth is scrubby, stunted, and uneven, plus there have been occasional sightings of big felines that likely make their lairs there. For all those reasons, that area of the hills is considered too wild and not worth trying to extend farming into.
Dec 23, 2025 7:24 pm
Devon nursed his ale as he rested, still hurting from the dog bites. "Speaking to someone with local knowledge would certainly help. I don't fancy we could just randomly trip on whatever the problem is."
Jan 6, 2026 12:13 pm
OOC:
Any ideas where to next?
Jan 7, 2026 5:14 pm
OOC:
Perhaps towards?
Quote:
woodsfellow wosstheirname
Jan 7, 2026 5:40 pm
OOC:
We were going to try making contact with Shiraz next, right? Or am I mistaken?
Jan 7, 2026 6:34 pm
wizard11 says:
OOC:
We were going to try making contact with Shiraz next, right? Or am I mistaken?
OOC:
That was certainly the intent, but Shiraz is mobile so there's not one place to go, or a way you know for contact. If any of the aforementioned sub-areas strike your fancy, you can get started there. Or, if you rather we simplified things, I can make a few rolls for wandering around (plus encounters) until you do run into Shiraz.
Jan 7, 2026 7:27 pm
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I think that our time would be better spent doing something, as opposed to just wandering aimlessly. I suggest that we head into the hills, with the intent of continuing into the forest. Who knows what (or who) we may run into?
Jan 9, 2026 12:26 am
OOC:
I'm in favour of doing that.
Jan 10, 2026 4:52 pm
OOC:

Works for Devon as well, maybe after a nap :)
Jan 11, 2026 9:47 am
8th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
After a hearty meal, a few drinks and a good night's sleep, the group sets out from Haralton the next morning to explore the surrounding hills with a general direction towards the forested patch on the southern end. The weather is cloudy and the temperature just above freezing, which makes the light breeze of the morning feel even colder, so a trek up the hills quickly gets the blood flowing for everyone to feel a little warmer.

As a local and the group's wilderness expert, Hanzel takes point in leading the expedition across the low bushy vegetation of the hills and around the terraced farmlands, always on the lookout for tracks or signs of something unusual. It is a long, slow day that doesn't seem to be yielding any results, but at least it doesn't bring any nasty encounters either. It's only sometime in the late afternoon and as the group is on the edge of the cultivated areas, heading towards the rougher patch of the hills that they hear something: the sounds of armed struggle.

Closing in to investigate, a woman seems to be surrounded by a group of orcs. She is armed with a sword and has a longbow strapped to her back, clearly able to defend herself but right now just standing her ground, weighing her options. Six orcs have her surrounded, they have the numbers advantage and apparently they got the jump on her too. More importantly, the orcs bear shields with the exact same symbol you saw in the Thornwood while looking for Maxim the werebear: a cracked skull (some even displaying an axe that smashes it), with an arrow sticking into each eye socket. Both sides seem quite busy with each other and haven't noticed you yet.

https://i.postimg.cc/FHBFYNZt/e7b400c0-004a-4dde-accc-575b8c027321.jpg

What do you want to do?

Rolls

Secret Roll - (1d3+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Jan 11, 2026 10:27 am
The lad doth lean close to his companions, his voice but a tiny, trembling whisper, lest the foul orcs prick up their ears.

"Good sirs, pray, we must needs help this maid!" he saith, his eyes wide and urgent. "Might we not show ourselves in great number and bid these orcs to parley? Or be they naught but savage butchers who know no mercy?"

He doth clench his small fists, looking toward the woman. "If we do save her, perchance she hath seen my cousin Jelenneth on her travels! And truly, she looks most brave; she would surely be a stout friend for our long road ahead, would she not?"
Jan 11, 2026 12:41 pm
The warrior readies his short bow and judges the range to the nearest orc. "Orcs with these same markings ambushed us days ago. Now they are here also."

He moves to get into a firing range, "Ready yourselves."
OOC:

Devon gets ready to attack. With the woman surrounded, he isn't going to wait more than a moment.
Jan 11, 2026 2:57 pm
Aldeera tenses, drawing her short sword and making ready.
Jan 11, 2026 3:59 pm
OOC:
If you're looking to join the fray, which seems to be the case, you'd get a surprise round before I roll each side's initiative, so feel free to roll for attack/damage, hide, cast spells etc
Jan 11, 2026 7:22 pm
Aldeera instinctively looks about for cover. If she finds some, she will attempt to meld into the shadows (25%).
Jan 11, 2026 7:49 pm
His sling in hand, Hanzel tries to line up a decent shot at one of the orcs before they notice they have company.

Rolls

Attack and damage, sling - (1d20, 1d4+1)

1d20 : (2) = 2

1d4+1 : (2) + 1 = 3

Jan 11, 2026 8:22 pm
With a flick of his hand, Theobald produces a bunch of darts to pepper the Orcs with them

Rolls

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (14) = 14

1d3 : (1) = 1

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (1) = 1

1d3 : (3) = 3

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (4) = 4

1d3 : (2) = 2

Jan 12, 2026 4:19 pm
Devon slid into position above the others, he knew he might only get a few shots before he needed to intercept any orcs coming up the hill.

Rolls

Bow Attack #1 - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (20) = 20

1d6 : (4) = 4

Bow Attack #2 - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (15) = 15

1d6 : (3) = 3

Jan 13, 2026 7:15 pm
OOC:
Still waiting on @THAC0 for Constantine's action

Edit: I'll give it till Friday and if there's no update I'll NPC Constantine to keep things rolling, at least for this round.
Jan 15, 2026 6:56 pm
OOC:
sorry guys, bit of a rough patch here, but I've disowned my family so it should be smooth sailing from this point forward
Constantine has never seen a real orc before. I mean, paintings, sure. But real live ones??
They're a lot bigger than he expected, a LOT bigger. And the smell.....

He bravely sneaks as close as he can get, before trying to knee-cap one with his staff.
Jan 15, 2026 7:31 pm
OOC:
I hope all goes... well?
Jan 15, 2026 7:47 pm
OOC:
thanks, but history usually repeats
Jan 15, 2026 10:15 pm
THAC0 says:
OOC:
I've disowned my family
OOC:
There my interpretation fails - it's like leaving it and breakigng up all contact? Though choice, for sure. Best wishes and much strength to you!
Jan 16, 2026 8:16 pm
OOC:
thank you, I should have done it much, much sooner. You don't have to play the cards you were dealt.
Jan 17, 2026 8:34 pm
OOC:
Oh wow, that is... a lot. Hope things work out for you in the best way possible.
Aldeera tries to sneak about, hoping the sudden appearance and attack of her allies will provide enough of a distraction as she dashes off to a nearby rock she crouches behind. Meanwhile, Theobald's darts announce the offensive, with one landing on the back of an unsuspecting orc (1 Damage to Orc E). Constantine quickly follows suit, barreling down the side of the hill with his staff raised and using all that momentum to bring it down on another orc. It clatters across a barely raised shield and bashes through, leaving the orc shaken but not incapacitated yet (3 Damage to Orc C). From further back, Hanzel lets one shot fly, but it's Devon's arrows that really hit the mark, with devastating effect (4 Damage to Orc C, 3 Damage to Orc D, Both DEAD).

With renewed courage and making the best of the momentary distraction, the warrior woman's blade flashes for a split second, before it impales the orc in front of her, sticking out its back (4+6 Damage to Orc A, DEAD). The remaining trio immediately rush towards her, axes raised, bloodlust in their eyes. The woman does her best to dodge and parry the blows, but it's just too much to account for and one of the axes cuts deep enough to draw crimson (6 Damage to Warrior Woman).
OOC:
That's the end of round 1. For round 2, we shall all declare intentions, roll dice, then I'll roll initiative to determine resolution and the order in which things happen. The three surviving orcs are clearly focusing on the woman and will continue attacking her with their axes, fighting to the death. Constantine is the only one nearby, but with his target killed by Devon's arrow, he's technically not engaged in melee. What do you do?
NameAChpStatus
Aldeera165/5
Hanzel127/7
Devon151/1
Constantine124/4
Theobald101/1
Warrior woman1651/57In Melee
Orcs (A,B,C,D,E,F)130/6, 5/5, 0/4, 0/3, 1/2, 1/1In Melee

Rolls

Aldeera: Roll for cover - (d100)

Which orc does Theobald hit? - (d6)

(5) = 5

Constantine: Attack, Damage - (d20+1, d6)

d20+1 : (13) + 1 = 14

d6 : (3) = 3

Which orc does Constantine hit? - (d6)

(3) = 3

Which orcs does Devon hit? - (2d6)

(34) = 7

Orcs morale check - (2d10-3)

(107) - 3 = 14

Warrior Woman: Longsword, 2 Attacks, Damage - (d20+7, d20+7, d8+1, d8+1)

d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

d20+7 : (17) + 7 = 24

d8+1 : (3) + 1 = 4

d8+1 : (5) + 1 = 6

Which orcs does the Warrior Woman hit? - (2d4)

(11) = 2

3 Surviving Orcs: Attack, Damage - (d20+1, d20+1, d20+1, 3d8)

d20+1 : (19) + 1 = 20

d20+1 : (8) + 1 = 9

d20+1 : (12) + 1 = 13

3d8 : (615) = 12

Jan 17, 2026 9:27 pm
OOC:
uh oh, here comes the real pain
Last edited January 17, 2026 9:29 pm
Jan 17, 2026 9:28 pm
Aldeera attempts to backstab one of the orcs in melee with the woman, hoping that their attention on her gives her the advantage.

Rolls

Attack and damage, backstab (if not possible, subtract 4)) - (1d20+4, 1d6)

1d20+4 : (10) + 4 = 14

1d6 : (4) = 4

Jan 17, 2026 11:52 pm
The lad takes his luck again at the same orc, when he's lucky, then on the next...

Rolls

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (5) = 5

1d3 : (3) = 3

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (13) = 13

1d3 : (3) = 3

Dart attack, damage - (1d20, 1d3)

1d20 : (6) = 6

1d3 : (3) = 3

Jan 18, 2026 1:25 am
Having been successful with his first attacks, Devon draws the bow to full again and attacks those remaining.

Rolls

Bow Attack - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (12) = 12

1d6 : (3) = 3

Bow Attack #2 - (1d20, 1d6)

1d20 : (19) = 19

1d6 : (2) = 2

Jan 19, 2026 9:10 am
Quietly cursing his aim, Hanzel lines up another shot at one of the remaining orcs.

Rolls

Attack and damage, sling - (1d20, 1d4+1)

1d20 : (3) = 3

1d4+1 : (4) + 1 = 5

Jan 20, 2026 5:54 pm
Constantine spins in place the momentum of his staff propelling him, it bounces off knee bone and he adjusts the pitch, aims high at the orc's chin.

Rolls

attack - (1d20)

(8) = 8

damage - (1d6)

(2) = 2

Jan 24, 2026 8:40 am
OOC:
Sorry for the delay folks, work and life hit me with a 1-2 combo but I'm back now.
Missiles rain down on the melee from above and a well placed shot from Theobald lands flush on one of the orcs' forehead, right between the eyes, giving it a shocked expression before Devon's arrow follows up, connecting with enough force to knock it to the ground. In the chaos, Aldeera tries to creep up into the fray without getting shot herself. Her target registers her presence a moment too soon and spins around, trying to knock her away with a shield bash and return focus to the warrior woman. Aldeera has no problem evading that blow and although her assassination attempt doesn't bear fruit for herself, it's just enough of a distraction to give the warrior woman a chance to stab the orc while it has its back turned to her. With only a single enemy left standing, the woman turns to the last orc and just as Constantine rushes in to sweep its legs with a staff attack, she goes high as he goes low, the double offensive giving the orc nowhere to go but down.
OOC:
For future reference, Devon's shortbow has a ROF of 2/1. I believe that means since he got 2 attacks during the surprise round, he'd now get 1 shot this round.
XP: 575 each, adjusted for individual XP bonuses
6 battleaxes
6 shields
150 copper coins, 108 silver coins, 42 gold coins, and 12 uncut gems (1 Tiger Eye Agate worth 9gp, 3 Bloodstones worth 40gp each, 4 White Pearls worth 90gp, 3 Topazes worth 450gp, 1 Blue Sapphire worth 900gp)


With the battle over, the warrior woman lowers her sword and relaxes her stance. Although she speaks to Constantine and Aldeera near her, she clearly has registered the rest of the group peppering down the missile fire from up above too.

Shiraz
"Thank you, travelers, for your assistance. Were it not for you, I'd probably be dead now, especially when I don't have my proper weapons in hand. Those birdfolk nearly cost me my life this time... Anyways, I'm Shiraz. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Rolls

Initiative (Party, Others) - (2d10)

(72) = 9

Warrior Woman: Longsword, 2 Attacks, Damage, Targets - (d20+7, d20+7, d8+1, d8+1, 2d3)

d20+7 : (16) + 7 = 23

d20+7 : (20) + 7 = 27

d8+1 : (8) + 1 = 9

d8+1 : (1) + 1 = 2

2d3 : (13) = 4

Treasure (cp, sp, gold, gems) - (10d4, 5d6, 2d6, 1d4)

10d4 : (4124234113) = 25

5d6 : (44451) = 18

2d6 : (16) = 7

1d4 : (2) = 2

Jan 24, 2026 2:17 pm
Devon put his bow away as he approached. He was not overly skilled with a bow, so had been pleased with the results of his attacks. He pulled his arrows from the dead as they searched the orcs.

"You are welcome. I'm Devon." he glanced around at the dead orcs.

"I think you fought extremely well. Six on one, they seemed very determined to kill you."
OOC:

That's a lot of gems.

Any rolls for the arrows? - I was going to just do that he recovered half.
Jan 24, 2026 8:30 pm
Constantine has literally never been that scared before. He's suddenly grateful that orcs smell so bad. He may need to change his trousers. Who knew they smell even worse on the inside!?!

His knees are trembling from the trauma of battle, and his stomach is churning from the resulting gore, but Constantine tries his best to act cool.

"some people are afraid of orcs" he says, his voice waivering "but not us lassie. We're - - "

he stops mid-sentence when he sees the gems. The sparkly, colourful, spectacular gems. Gems, to a gnome, are more beautiful than a sunset, more valuable than a palace. He stutters a bit, and stares.

"what, ahhhhh" he grabs the sapphire and his eyes glaze over as his whole body tingles "what ahhh, are we going to, um, do? You know. With these uh, rocks?"
Last edited January 24, 2026 8:31 pm
Jan 25, 2026 1:26 pm
"Glad to meet you, Shiraz," Hanzel says, approaching from where he was attempting to shoot the orcs with his sling. "I'm Hanzel."

His eyebrows raise when he sees just how much the orcs were carrying. "These ones..." he says, nudging an orc's body with his foot. "I take it they were running around killing and looting for a while then."
Jan 25, 2026 2:41 pm
Devon pulled two arrows from the orcs, a third one broke when he tried, a forth had sailed off into the wilds and the warrior had no inclination to go chasing it.

Hearing Constantine sputter about rocks, he looked at what the gnome had found. "I agree, orcs have been busy. We keep them for now." he looked at Shiraz to see if she stated any claim to them. "We trade them later to the noble perhaps. I doubt many could pay for what they are worth." Devon makes no move to take the gem from Constantine, content that the gnome will keep an eye on it for now.

"Shiraz, we were actually looking for you. Those at the inn mentioned you knew this area well. We were hired to investigate the cause of this unnaturally expanding mire. This is the second group of orcs we have found, they seem to be moving into the area with the mire."
Jan 25, 2026 4:56 pm
Theobald waited with held breath while the grown folk spoke, shifting from one foot to the other in his eagerness. He looked at the warrior woman, Shiraz, with a mixture of awe and hope. When a small gap in the conversation finally appeared, he stepped forward and bowed as deeply as his short stature allowed.

"I bid thee a most fair day, Mistress Shiraz," he said, his voice earnest. "I am Theobald, a student of the mystic arts and cousin to the lady Jelenneth. Pray, hast thou seen a maid of her likeness in these wild parts? For I have traveled many a mile to find her, and my heart would be most glad for any tidings thou might share."

Once he had finished his greeting, he looked back at the fallen orcs with a slightly pale face. He knew that even a small wizard must not be wasteful. Moving carefully to avoid the most gruesome parts of the battlefield, he began to pluck his throwing-darts from the earth and the fallen foes.

"I must gather my weapons once more," he murmured to himself, wiping a dart on a patch of grass. "For a wizard should never find himself with an empty hand when evil next doth stir."
Jan 26, 2026 12:57 pm
OOC:
Quick reminder, especially with Constantine being a gnome: as per page 210 of the book, those are uncut gems you found, with a 10% reduction to their base value. Once cut, by a gemcutter or a PC with the appropriate skill, that value changes so you might want to factor that into your plans, especially once you're back in a settlement and have downtime for training/levelling.
Shiraz
"I have not heard of Jelenneth, but I did get word of the orcs in the Thornwood. Didn't expect them to pour out to this part of the land. They caught me by surprise, ironically while I was looking for my weapon stash. I suppose it was either this or noticing them earlier but being unarmed. Either way, I am in your debt" she says with a nod towards the gems, a sign that even if she were to have any claim on them, she'd hand them over to you in exchange for saving her life. "You did mention you're looking into the New Mire's expansion, then. Not sure if it's connected to the orcs, but I have reason to believe the answer you seek is up near the headwaters of Cutter Brook. Can you find your way there?"
Jan 27, 2026 4:54 pm
"uh-huh" Constantine mutters "yes, yes, trade"
as he scoops up every single stone.

He is in some kind of trance, muttering the name of each one, from fist sized to pebble.

"topaz"

"bloodstone"

"topaz"

he keeps track of every one.

Except the pearls. He pushes those aside like they're worthless, and leaves them behind when he cinches up his sack and throws it over his shoulder. He toddles off looking drunk. You can't tell if it's the weight, or the delirium he seems to be in .
Jan 28, 2026 2:12 am
The warrior eyes the gnome questioningly for a second. At least they do not have to worry about losing the gems as Constantine was unlikely to let them leave his sight. Devon hoped they did not need to beat them from him later.

"I can get lost almost anywhere." he chuckled and glanced around the group, "Hanzel, you are from the nearby town, do you think you can find the place Shiraz speaks."
Jan 28, 2026 7:57 pm
Hanzel nods. "I know the area well. Assuming the earth hasn't somehow changed shape since I was last here, I should be able to lead us in the right direction."

He stifles a chuckle at the sight of Constantine in the throes of a gem-induced trance. "I'll have to remember not to leave any valuables unguarded with him around."
Jan 29, 2026 1:00 am
Devon chuckles, "Unless they are pearls."

He nodded in agreement with Hanzel, "I'm glad you are familiar with the area. I guess one problem might be it is flooded. Hopefully the entire area has not changed."
Jan 29, 2026 12:49 pm
Shiraz
"I overheard some farmhand the other day, saying he saw some massive blue-skinned creatures near that area. Big teeth, sharp claws, the whole lot, so I took that with a grain of salt. Still, you might want to be on the lookout, if not for them, maybe for tracks or traps. Been meaning to check things out myself, but I got a little caught up with the birdfolk here, the Eelhold and a few other loose ends. Either way, thank you for looking into this. It's probably worth investigating if those creatures have anything to do with the flooding of the New Mire."
Jan 29, 2026 9:28 pm
DarK_RaideR says:
OOC:
Quick reminder, especially with Constantine being a gnome: as per page 210 of the book, those are uncut gems you found, with a 10% reduction to their base value. Once cut, by a gemcutter or a PC with the appropriate skill, that value changes so you might want to factor that into your plans, especially once you're back in a settlement and have downtime for training/levelling.
OOC:
Gnomes LOVE gems, more than dwarves love ale. Any valuable stones really. But Constantine grew up in a rich family, so never learned to cut or polish them. Now that he's out on his own, he intends to learn. He will spend his downtime obsessing over his new possessions, until they are perfect.
Jan 31, 2026 3:42 pm
DarK_RaideR says:
"I overheard some farmhand the other day, saying he saw some massive blue-skinned creatures near that area. Big teeth, sharp claws, the whole lot, so I took that with a grain of salt. Still, you might want to be on the lookout, if not for them, maybe for tracks or traps. Been meaning to check things out myself, but I got a little caught up with the birdfolk here, the Eelhold and a few other loose ends. Either way, thank you for looking into this. It's probably worth investigating if those creatures have anything to do with the flooding of the New Mire."
"I've never seen or heard of any creatures like that around here. Maybe they're from elsewhere and were attracted by the flooding?"
Jan 31, 2026 4:45 pm
Looks back and forth between the old ones, staying silent for now.
Jan 31, 2026 4:49 pm
DarK_RaideR says:
"massive blue-skinned creatures near that area. Big teeth, sharp claws, the whole lot, It's probably worth investigating if those creatures have anything to do with the flooding of the New Mire."
OOC:
massive blue creatures?
big teeth?
sharp claws?
flooding?

BLUE DRAGONS?

but I'm just a wee first level gnome!

oh wait, blue dragons like deserts....
phew!
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Feb 1, 2026 3:39 pm
Devon listened to the description. Having lived on a farm and delt with farmers regularly. "Could be something that has moved in like the ors have. We will be careful, but I agree, details get muddled. Still, they saw something which we should definitely be on the look for."

He considered, "How far is this place from here? If we end up camping out here, do you have a recommended spot to consider or anywhere we should avoid?"
Feb 2, 2026 9:01 pm
Shiraz
"Either the flooding attracted these creatures, or they moved in and caused the flooding. Either way, I'm guessing there's a connection. The description itself didn't ring any bells, but if they were really that massive, I doubt they would have gone unnoticed, by me or others around. Probably a farmer lad's tall tales, exaggerating the truth."

When Devon asks his question, Shiraz takes a moment to do some mental calculations before responding. "I'd say it's maybe some five-ish miles to the northwest of here? If you're close to a farm, the safest bet is to ask whoever lives there to put you up for the night. Might involve some extra walking, but the advantages are obvious. Alternatively, if you seek secrecy and can stomach the climb, you can seek shelter amongst the bird people. I can show you the way and it wouldn't hurt if you brought some trophies of these orcs with you as proof of your intentions. They've been harassing the birdfolk for a while, so they'll probably agree to provide shelter as thanks, or maybe for the added protection. But that's a whole other issue, I'm not sure if you'd want to get involved in that particular matter anyway."
Feb 3, 2026 12:35 am
"Five miles seems doable, although the mire can take longer to navigate. You've mentioned the bird people a few times. I know nothing of them. Are they a tribe of some sort or are they truly people who are birds with feathers?"
Feb 3, 2026 7:04 pm
Constantine is listening as he rubs and caresses his stones,
"I've never seen a bird-person either. It sounds exciting! Just how high is this climb?"
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Feb 3, 2026 8:58 pm
Shiraz
"They call themselves 'the aaracokra' in their language, which I believe roughly translates to something like 'children of the wind'. They're humanoid in stature, with arms as well as bird wings, heads and legs. Quite secretive, which is why their lair is a ledge that plunges some three thousand feet below, so unless you can fly like they can, the climb down can be deadly. I believe they're some sort of splinter group from a larger tribe, but haven't been able to uncover much more. I'm quite fond of this area, to be honest, so their presence does make my life a little harder. I'm hoping they're only taking refuge before continuing somewhere else, but if they've nested for good, that complicates things. Still, I can't force them to leave and as a Ranger, I have to protect them. Especially from these orcs, who seem to have made a target out of them. Which in turn prolongs their stay and puts me between a rock and a hard place. I can't just stand by and watch them get slaughtered, but the more this impasse remains, the more stuck they are in this place, unless they decide to flee somewhere else for some reason."
Feb 3, 2026 9:59 pm
Theobald’s eyes grew as wide as silver coins at the mention of the 'Children of the Wind.' He didn't seem frightened by the prospect of bird-folk living on a deadly precipice; instead, a look of pure, scholarly wonder washed over his face, as if he were visualizing a page from one of Jelenneth’s most prized bestiaries. However, the mood shifted quickly as Shiraz spoke of the orcs' cruelty. His youthful brow furrowed in a deep, serious frown, and he stopped cleaning his last throwing-dart to give the Ranger his full attention.

Stepping closer, he tilted his head back to look at Shiraz and spoke with a mixture of innocence and borrowed gravity:

"'Tis a most wondrous thing, to have wings and fly amidst the clouds! But these orcish brigands... have they plagued these lands for a great age, or be they newly come to bring such strife? Tell me, good Mistress, how might we lend thee aid? For it is not right that noble bird-folk be hunted so!"

He looked at his companions, his small chest puffing out slightly, waiting to see if they would back his offer of assistance. He clearly felt that a Ranger in such a predicament was exactly the kind of person true heroes should stand beside.
Feb 3, 2026 10:30 pm
Devon was certain he would not be trying to navigate a thousand foot cliff. Orcs however was something that he understood and would be more than happy to continue to deal with.
Feb 4, 2026 3:32 am
Aldeera nods sagely. Rangers were devoted to protecting innocents, a lot like paladins. She was glad she wasn't a ranger.
Feb 5, 2026 3:01 pm
Hanzel stands a bit straighter to suit the seriousness of the situation. As a druid, his duty is to protect the natural world and its children. "These orcs cannot be allowed to continue their efforts to kill the birdfolk. How can I help?"
Feb 5, 2026 8:25 pm
Shiraz
"The most direct solution would be to slay whoever's leading those orcs, and hope no other leader rises up to fill up the void. As far as the bird folk are concerned, they could always move on to another place and avoid the harassment. But even so, the orcs will likely need to be dealt with at some point, lest the pour out their lair to attack the human settlements in Haranshire. Perhaps that's an undertaking for a later time. I understand me and my associates are on the lookout for these new orcs, more scouting is needed. You look into these creatures and the Mire's expansion, then we might reconvene at a later time. If you can't find me directly, you can always get to Garyld. His birds always get the messages through to me."
Feb 14, 2026 1:11 pm
"We should get moving then. Maybe we will be able to solve the mire and orc problem at the same time."

The warrior looked to Shiraz and Hanzel to make sure he was headed the right direction and got ready to go.
Feb 14, 2026 9:19 pm
After saying their goodbyes, Shiraz goes about her way while the group makes a beeline for Cutter Brook, following its course upstream to its source. The further up one goes, the area is dotted with abandoned farms, quickly falling into ruin. The ground becomes increasingly waterlogged to the point where movement is slow and exhausting, if not outright treacherous for some of the shorter party members. It was already late afternoon when the meeting with Shiraz happened, so some four hours of walking later, the sun is well on its way down past the horizon. It will be dark soon and there's still searching to be done. Doing it under cover of darkness will be harder, but it may also grant you the advantage of surprise. Marching back to a drier spot to spend the night, whether camping or hoping to be hosted at some farm, will allow a fresh return by daylight, but it would make the trudging through the waters thus far feel wasted, not to mention you'd have to march back out to safety and back through the mire's waters the next day. It's not an ideal situation, but a decision must be made.
OOC:
Moving in this area is done at half speed. As mentioned, you can spend a few hours looking around, searching for clues, or you can march back, spend the night and return tomorrow. Each option has its merits and flaws. What do you want to do?
Feb 18, 2026 8:23 pm
"Now I don't know about the rest of you," Hanzel says, "but I find it easier to search when I can see what I'm looking at."
OOC:
I'm in favour of camping somewhere for the night and coming back in the morning.
Feb 18, 2026 10:07 pm
The fighter nodded, "I agree. Darkness favors those familiar with the terrain, which we do not. Let's travel back to one of the farms or some other place with solid ground."
Feb 18, 2026 10:55 pm
Constantine is not the arguing type, he's to busy polishing his gems anyway. But he does feel a bit better about being such a slow walker and holding the group back, knowing that they can't see in the dark, like he can.

But all he says, is; "sure, sure, of course" as he stays transfixed by his gems.
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Feb 19, 2026 6:49 pm
Simply nodding, the lad waits for a direction.
Feb 23, 2026 8:05 pm
It's an arduous march back along the waterlogged terrain, made worse by the stress as the sun goes down. By the time the group is back on solid ground that may look somewhat defensible and suitable to make camp, they figure they might as well do a bit of extra walking and spend the night under a roof, safe from whatever may be lurking out here. Lord Carman's note about their mission is enough to open doors and warrant a shelter for the night, but the family of farmers are quite happy to comply if there's the prospect of aiding you in stopping what's causing the expansion of the Mire. Over dinner, the group try to cross-reference the rumors they've heard about the creatures in the swamp. The farmers have not seen or heard of any such thing, nor have they lost any supplies or livestock recently. They do however mention it's only a few days left till the Blood Moon, a time beasts and monsters are on the prowl, so it might be best to deal whatever's causing the Mire to expand "before it reaches its full power".

9th of Coldeven (Spring), 576 CY
The march starts early next morning, in hopes of providing enough time to look around the area for as long as there's sunlight. The sky is still overcast and the light breeze of the morning intensifies the chill that still hangs around despite it being Springtime. Which is to say, things get even more unpleasant once the group are yet again knee deep in water.

It takes a couple of hours searching around the headwaters of Cutter Brook, but eventually Aldeera alerts the group to a discovery. With everyone huddling together for a look, they see what appears to be the mouth of a cave or tunnel, some 50 feet ahead. On the sides of it, two small and miserable creatures stand guard. They are definitely blue skinned, with wrinkled skin and long, pointed ears, wearing ratty armor while carrying what appears to be makeshift shields and pointed sticks resembling a spear of sorts. As if that wasn't enough, these two "guards" seem to take notice of the movement of the group nearby and react how every self-respecting guard on watch duty wouldn't: they scuttle in terror and try to hide behind the nearest rock.

There is no doubt these things are some sort of goblinoid creature. Maybe blue skinned instead of the usual green skinned variety, but everything else seems to match what every party member knows of goblins.

What do you do?

Rolls

How long does the search take? - (d4)

Surprise (party, creatures) - (2d10)

(54) = 9

Encounter Distance - (2d12)

(23) = 5

Who makes the discovery - (d5)

(4) = 4

Feb 24, 2026 4:06 pm
DarK_RaideR says:
Which is to say, things get even more unpleasant once the group are yet again knee deep in water.
OOC:
or, neck deep for the vertically challenged
As much as his first boat ride made him fall in love with the water, this bloody mire is making him hate it. Turning his naive search for adventure into a personal grudge. He trudges along, miserable, cold, his water filled boots putting blisters on his blisters. Knowing that he's slowing down the whole group hurts his pride even more. When Aldeera points out the cave, it takes all his strength to remain calm. Those little blue cretins look feeble enough for even a little gnome to rough up. He indulges himself in a bit of heroic fantasy; striding out like a mighty warrior, demanding they surrender, then humbling them with a stunning display of martial prowess. He grins, then sighs. Even these two pathetic blue wretches would likely beat him to a pulp. Or worse.

But smarts? These two don't seem the deep thinking type. Constantine is sure he can outsmart them.

"I have an idea" he whipers to the group,
"as cowardly as these two appear, they won't be scared of a soggy gnome, all alone in this murky slop. I can barely keep moving. They've already heard something, let it be me. I'll just walk right out into plain view, and pretend I'm lost. Ask them for help. I'll make enough noise to cover for you to move into position, and grab them!"

He points to the path he'll take and the ambush point as he talks.

"They don't look smart, but they have to know something"
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Feb 27, 2026 11:23 pm
"It's worth a try," Hanzel whispers back.
Feb 28, 2026 4:07 pm
The warrior readied his bow in case he needed to engage quickly to rescue the gnome. Then Devon nodded his agreement with the plan.
Mar 1, 2026 1:51 am
Looking from one to another, Theobald nods and asks the Gnome:

"Should I accompany you? A second one who is small? Or is it better you go alone?"
Mar 1, 2026 2:09 pm
Constantine thinks for a moment.
"Yes...that might work. If things go poorly, we run in different directions and meet back here "

He takes a moment to steady himself, check his gear. Then he takes the young lad by the hand and walks straight out towards the cave mouth.

"Hello there!" he says towards where the creatures are hiding.
Mar 6, 2026 5:48 pm
Hanzel watches from where he's hiding, his sling ready to shoot.
Mar 6, 2026 8:43 pm
The idea sounded so good before he said it out loud, but now he's all alone with the gnome here at the front. Theobald doesn't have to pretend to be worried; it's written all over his face.

But he bravely goes along, perhaps gripping the gnome's fingers more tightly than necessary. Constantine has the calloused hand of an adult, definitely bigger than his own, which gives him some confidence.
Mar 11, 2026 2:05 am
Aldeera readies her shortsword.

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