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"Too often days swiftly pass / Weeping in the evening grass / There just is not enough time / Forthings you dreamt you'd do / The hours still drift by. "Too many years, too high a cost / Too many lessons earned but lost / And still you complain all the time / Cursing the days before you / Lamentng the days gone by. "And finally laying in your bed / Staring skyward, nearly dead / It all floods back one last time, / The chances that you left behind / But alas there's little left to do / ... but cry." Dirimoran song  |
Eagulthar's Rest The group finds a "safe" inn near the heart of Genter. Greetings lead to meetings lead to tragedy with the Saranthi contingent. Kaithah Argentale dies.
Eurala, a young blinded
woman welcomed the visitors and saw to their tired and wet horses. One
of the soldiers pointed them toward a door on the lower level of the fortress,
explaining that it was the tavern and that arrangements could be made there.
The group settled in the tavern, near a large stone fireplace to warm
and dry themselves. Jak, Kaithah,
and Mishara ordered expensive Solari
wine, the taste of which blissed Jak out for hours. A narrow scarred
man approached the table and spoke with Mishara and Alcerra for a moment,
concerning their order of the Elve wine.
After a moment, the man offered a greeting from the Fat
Man to Mishara before In the morning the group gathered their things and started down toward the tavern for their breakfast. On the next balcony they encountered the armored contingent gathering themselves. Alcerra stepped forward and began speaking in Dekàlan. An older man pushed his way forward and introduced himself as Olwiryn, Priest of Orander. The groups decided to meet together for breakfast, and did so minutes later in the tavern. During the ensuing conversation Alcerra learned that Olwiryn considered Oth a "conquered city", and insisted that she was speaking Dekàlan incorrectly. Another conversation down the table turned toward Mishara, as Ticia, a servant of the armored Saranthi, asked what Mishara was. Mishara did not understand the language and so Kaithah tried to answer, realizing that in the older human languages there was no nice way to say Elve. After a couple attempts she got the message across however. The Saranthi looked momentarily startled, and then Olwiryn called his followers to attack. Mishara dodged across the room and began firing arrows at
each opponent that distinguished themselves from the melee. Kaithah
played a song which flashed across the gathered tables in a rainbow of blinding
colors, causing one soldier to topple from the tabletop. Jak charged
the priest and set to occupying the robed man who fought back ably with
a broadsword. Alcerra spun and stabbed with her trident, head affixed
for her meeting with the Saranthi priest. Two of the soldiers converged
swiftly on Kaithah, cutting her to the ground. One, which had leapt
to a tabletop was cut short with Elve arrows sunk deep into his helmet.
The room was filled with arrows and flashing blades. Colain
the knight cut through Kaithah and stepped across her body to the begin
hacking at Alcerra. Alcerra called for Egrod, who had poked his head
through the door only minutes before. The door burst open and the
mishappen cretaure charged to Alcerra's defense, turning the knight's attention
from Alcerra to itself. Alcerra took the opportunity to heal Jak who
had fallen while fending off the priest and two soldiers. Alcerra
cast a "choking spell" on the priest of Orander The battle done, the group gathered what things they could. Alcerra cast an "embalming" spell over Kaithah's carved body, ceasing the seeping from the deep fissure in her flesh. Kaithah's body was carried to the Saranthi rooms where the group barricaded themselves for a long rest. The keeper, Eagulthar arrived within the hour to learn the events that had transpired and explain that the room they had moved to was "paid" for the week's remainder. The next few days were spent recovering from wounds, and the loss of the bard. Healed, the group decided to move toward Candan, where Kaithah's body could be interred. 02 May 1998
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Navigation People Artus (Ftr1) Introducing Thar'am Orànder:
A Saranthi order founded in the
early 4th century DR, the Thar'am
Orànder (Knights of Orander) is a holy order of crusading knights
devoted to the spread of the Orander faith and ressurrection of the Dekàlan
empire. The order is the epitome of Saranthi idealism. Tharram
of the order are sworn to a) the Temple of Orander, b) protection of the
Saranthi state, c) the holy crusade (rebuilding the Dekàlan Empire),
and d) revenge against the Acentran-Elve alliance (known as the "continuing
war").
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Lightning
flashed in the sky, illuminating the high black walls of the distant city.
The soaked and tired travelers turned their slowing horses east toward
turning
away and settling in the far corner with his thug. After eating the
group retired to their second story rooms, pulling the smiling Jak behind
them. While situating themselves in the room it was noticed that an
armored contingent had arrived in the courtyard below. Kaithah wandered
down to the next balcony to meet the soldiers but their language was strange
and they didn't speak much.
,
summoning ghostly hands to throttle the swordsman priest. The priest
crawled toward Jak as he pulled himself to his feet and ran a sword blade
into his side, dropping the spearman into a gathering pool of his own blood.
Soldiers turned and charged Mishara but his arrows proved too lethal.
Egrod slashed at the knight with his inhuman strength, cutting deep
into the man's leg, crippling him. The knight returned the favor with
a swift stab to the Ogre's chest. Egrod crumpled to the floor with
low resonant groan. Mishara fired arrow after arrow at the priest, pinning
him back from Alcerra and Jak's body, while the priestess, her head swimming
from the spells she'd cast, laid one last healing on Jak's dying form. Olwiryn,
badly damaged, offered a prayer to his god asking forgiveness for this loss,
before two more arrows found their mark. The crippled knight, muttering
a similar prayer turned his sword, and impaled himself against the tabletop.