Category: RPG

The Tree-House

1st day, 3rd ride, March, 1372 DR

Next day we found the base of the dead Zhents, a wooden platform, built in a large tree – a landing platform, perhaps? – in which we found clothes, some tools, and some papers. The papers showed the schematic for the construction of the “tree-house” and a map of where in the Borderforest they were or would soon be constructed.

After a lengthy discussion about whether or not we should take our already very valuable information back to Daggerfalls, or if we should push forward to find out more about the troop strength at the Flaming Tower, we decided that Thorim would go back, since he would have the most chance of finding his way back unharmed by himself.


5th day, 2nd ride, March, 1372 DR

We returned from Marron’s home. We had found nothing pointing to his involvement in the death of the two dwarves, though I suspect this man is guilty of many, many things.

While we were watching his home in the woods, we had a rotating watch. Naturally, Roland fell asleep during his watch and woke up only when my foot repeatedly connected with his ribcage. I took his blanket as punishment. I think I’ll use it to warm myself with the coming few days, so that my stink is in it. Then I’ll give it back to him. With a bit of luck, he doesn’t want it anymore, and he’ll let me have it instead.


4th day, 2nd ride, March, 1372 DR

Last night Roland turned down a woman who would’ve given herself up to him completely. He seems capable of more restraint than I gave him credit for. Then, when the lady was disappointed, Abel stepped in and finished what Roland started. It seems he, too, is capable of more than I gave him credit for. Is he sure he didn’t sleep with the Cormyrian nobleman’s wife?

I had a strange dream last night. I was on the open plains of Damara, following a lightning storm that I couldn’t seem to reach. Am I losing touch with Abaddon? Is he out of my reach? Or is Heron the storm in my dream? Elusive and always one step ahead. I don’t I woke up perturbed.

We headed down the Tethyamar trail to find Marron. I was pleased to see the weather had turned sour, and the smell of thunder was in the air…

Food, Sleep and Clean Socks

3rd day, 2nd ride, March, 1372 DR

We spent the morning talking to Duran, an elder of the Brightblade clan, living in Daggerfalls, considered the nominal leader of the dwarven community in Daggerfalls. He told us about the decades, if not centuries old fued between the Brightblade clan and the Morn family, which has been put to rest by the efforts of Randall Morn. He also told us about Marron, a hermit living to the south-east of Daggerfalls, who is known to organise prize fights amongst animals, and is known to have trained dogs and perhaps wolves. We decided that the attack on the dwarves might have been in order to create dissent between the humans and dwarves.

The funny thing about food is that if you’ve grown up with enough of it around, you don’t appreciate it later in life. When you’ve grown up in a war and famine torn country, with the dead and the worst deamons imaginable standing at the command of your enemy’s general, you eat whenever you can, and you leave no plate unfinished, even when you’re long since content or even full, you cannot pass on an opportunity of food. The same goes for sleep. When you’re a soldier you get your sleep when you can, and you learn to sleep, nap, snooze and doze anywhere. I can see the puzzled and curious looks on the faces of my companions, which betrays their lack of experience.

Two Dead Dwarves

2nd day, 2nd ride, March, 1372 DR

Upon handing over our prisoner, whom I had to carry all the way to town because he got crippled during “interrogation,” we met Sir Ariton Delmis, the Commander of the Freedom Fighters. We got nicely paid for our efforts.

That evening we went to celebrate our earnings in the Broken Dagger, a seedy bar in town. The bar is run by a burly guy called Rogrimm, who, I’m sure, has orc-blood running through his veins. We met Thorim there, whose cousin Thordeck, twice removed, came busting in disrupting our evening, saying “they got him.” He, as well as a member of Thorim’s family were attacked on top of Eagle’s Eerie, a plateau with a shrine to Dumathoin on the ridge overlooking the city, during evening prayers. A small group was attacked by wolves, which is improbable, and Thordeck – was saved by fleeing into the shrine and following the catacomb tunnels into town.

We spent the rest of the evening inspecting the battleground at Eagle’s Eerie. I thought it was relatively useless. Two dead dwarves…who cares? The two dwarves were found by Roland and Abel while I was long back at the Teshford Arms enjoying a drink. They were stuffed in a gully, horribly defaced.