Banestorm

**A thick, red leather notebook part II**

The Personal Adventures of Halfling Scout and Brave Adventurer Fuzzytop Pathtreader

Woke early and broke fast with the Lord. He fed us heartily on hard boiled eggs, a scrumptious large ham, fresh bread with luscious bacon fat spread and thick, dark coffee. Somehow I managed to contain my hunger so as not to call attention to myself, but secretly I could have eaten the whole ham.

The Lord thanked us for helping track down the traitors. He is very concerned that the Hospitalers are involved. They sound like a nasty group. He offered to give us land in exchange for becoming his vassals. I’m not exactly sure what it means to be a vassal of a Lord, but it sounds like I would have to live among the tall folk and I don’t know that I would like that as an every day sort of thing.

Someone named Lord Drogo was announced and the Lord quickly left. He sent us to visit two knights in charge of fortifications.

I convinced Mr. M’tan to accompany me to the tent where I confided that I could heal his arm. Luckily, he had the power stone that I needed to cast the regeneration spell. His arm began to itch and tingle. In a month it will have grown back completely.

We then went to plan for the coming attack with the two knights. We decided to build a wall around the city. We would need the help of all citizens to build it as fast as possible. Mr. M’Tan used his magic to turn the Keep to iron.

I was so tired from all the healing and the planning that I decided to take a short nap.

The Battle of Orc Hill: Never in all my days have I seen so many orcs at once. We snuck up underneath them through the tunnels. Mr. M’tan used his magics to rain down stones on their heads above. I snuck outside and spotted the evil dwarves. They were commanding the orcs. M’tan cast his spells and their evil deeds ceased forever more. Hooray for defeat over the evils of this land.

The citizens of Wallace and their Lord honored us for saving the town from the orcs. The Lord offered many flattering gifts, but I prefer to keep to myself. Folks don’t tend to be as understanding if they learn too much about my past.

The orcs we fought in the great battle had vials around their necks. Upon close inspection, it was found to be a zombie potion. They intended to catapult the orcs over the walls and turn those dear folk of Wallace into zombies! The next morning, we returned to the battlefield to collect the vials from the corpses. The bottles remind me of my father saying that a group of heretics and necromancers in Lake Styx were known to make potions. However, in all my studies of the magics I have never heard of someone bottling a zombie spell. That sort of thing is too evil for this world and could tip the balance for all.

My dear Fafner has returned! Just before I met the human and the elf, Fafner and I were separated. I crossed an old rickety bridge that spanned a deep canyon. He started out behind me, but the wood began to crack and bend beneath his paws. We both feared the boards would give way beneath him so I sent him back to the other side. It took him a few weeks to find a way around, but I knew he would come back. He’s such a good dog. I missed him so.

When he found me, I was heading out to the Tolo house for dinner. As I hurried along the road from the Keep he tackled me and pinned me to the ground. A joyous greeting it was. He licked my face and breathed his doggy breath all over me. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I hugged him and praised the good Lord for helping him find his way back to me.

Fafner and I continued down the road to join Mr. Tolo and his wife for supper. It does feel nice to be among my own folk again. I felt at home in the cozy house filled with delicious smells. Mrs. Tolo’s marmalade thumbprints were my favorite. Fafner rather preferred the bones from our pork chops. After the meal we chatted around the table drinking ale and passing around M’Tan’s tobacco. Mr. Tolo overindulged and tipped over on to the floor. A lovely evening!

The Lord granted Mr. Aziz and Mr. M’Tan land as thanks for their great deeds in the Battle of Orc Hill. So, we set off to find those lands.

Along the way, we stopped in a general store owned by a dwarf. There we resupplied. I got some delicious dwarven jerky, which proved to be a tasty treat!

The tall folk talked to the merchant for a long time. He was very surprised to hear that dwarves were mixed up with orcs. I don’t blame him. Orcs are dirty, deceitful monsters. Once Mr. M’Tan told him that we were the heros of the Battle of Orc Hill and that he had turned the Keep in Wallace to iron, the dwarf began to see us with new eyes. He said that killing dwarves was normally a serious offense for the dwarf council, however they were interested in the elf’s magic. The dwarves have prided themselves on building the strongest keeps in the lands. The elf’s magic could aid them (and compete with them).

I am cautious in my dealings with dwarves. I have never found dwarves to be the friendliest of people. They tend to be gruff and enterprising. They don’t take the time to enjoy the wonders of the world. I fear that something evil is brewing between the dwarves and the orcs. Honestly, I don’t really trust them.

Mr. Aziz’s land was out near the desert. It is a large flat area, with good access to ground water. Mr. M’Tan and Mr. Aziz combined their powers to build a beautiful fountain and grassy square lined with redwood trees. Someday, this fountain will be the center of Turiqabad, a bustling town.

We hired some mercenaries in Wallace for additional protection. Mr. Jason and Mr. Ben are nice fellows. They were awestruck when they witnessed the amazing magics of Mr. M’Tan. He invited them to become the first citizens of Turiqabad, and offered them positions as the head of the guard. Mr. Aziz, being more skeptical in nature, suggested that they prove themselves before being named the head of his new guard. The mercenaries accepted his challenge, professing their loyalty and wondering at the magic powers the elf possesses.

Mr. Jason, then alerted us to an orc scout who had appeared on the road in the distance. When the orc reached the fountain, we attacked and killed him. The dirty beast was carrying several potions, including one that exploded as a fireball when thrown. Who is giving these potions to the orcs? I have never seen such magics made into potions. And orcs are certainly not intelligent enough to perform these alchemies themselves. Mr. M’Tan kept the potion for further study.

We were dirty and bloody from the battle and in dire need of a bath. Mr. M’Tan, not being the patient sort, decided to build a great bath complex right then. Mr. Aziz told him how to build a tepidarium, some fancy talk folk name for an artificial pond. Mr. M’Tan used his magics to move the earth into the shape of a large pool, and then turned it to stone.

They then debated various ways to heat the pond. There was no wood lying around, so the elf had to conjur up some bushes to burn. They waited for the water to heat up, but I quickly stripped off my dirty clothes and jumped into the water. The cool fresh water soothed my tired soul and washed the dirty orc and mud away. I splashed about with Fafner. We love swimming.

After our swim, I was very tired. The elf and the human wanted to continue on to Mr. M’Tan’s land. Fafner bent down and I climbed up on his back. I slept soundly as he carried me through the night to the elf’s new home.

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M'tan's travels - entry the tenth
The night of double 3's

We went to War.

With the Orcs upon us, we decided to help. It was a much longer affair than we initially intended.

The Orcs were much, much more organized that we originally thought. They acted as if they were led by a General rather than the anarchistic behavior they usually engage in. I was going to help using spells, but the Orcs began lobbing diseased, burning carcasses across the town wall.

Joshua and I talked, initially the plan was for me to use my spells to dig out a tunnel wide enough for the city troops to head down. We quickly realized that this would not practical, as my health would give our far too quickly. Instead, using his engineering skills and my spell casting we began to tunnel. We were to go under the town and, theoretically, across the hill, coming up behind the troops to get vital intelligence about the Orc army. We set out across town when we ran into our first surprise, [[:Fat Ray | Fat Ray]] has a basement in his Inn with tunnels going all over town. Apparently his establishment is the hub of the local “Guild.” (Initially, in a state of paranoia, I thought the basement we stumbled into were Orchish sappers.

This is before I realized that a full size tunnel was a mistake, so when we got to his basement, we heard him through the dirt, so we ran all the way back through the tunnel we had built and went and talked with him directly. We disagreed about many things, but in the end, we promised we would not reveal his secret and we returned to our tunnel (this time through the wall.) This is when we determined that our, “full size tunnel” plan was a mistake. We then started building a small, narrow tunnel to get through the hill quicker. I used my spell craft to move the earth, then Joshua Tariq Aziz would determine where to support the tunnel, at which time I would reenforce the tunnel with spell stone.

We did this for quite some time, until, at long last, we got to the other side of the hill… or almost… we had just about come out directly inside enemy lines. He figured out how much further we had to go and we dug again. After another 100 yards we came up, concealed the entrance, using my Plant spells and took a look. What we saw, shocked us to the very core.

The Orcs were ten times the size we suspected. With catapults, good weapons and a Dwarf leading them. A Dwarf!!! They hate the Orcs?

We returned to the tunnel and desperately tried to think of another plan. We knew that if we did not act, this army would crush our adopted town. The plan we came up with was indeed desperate. Joshua Tariq Aziz mapped the area and I cast more spells. We were going to dig under the catapults and destroy them, swallow them up into large sinkholes. We thought if we did this it would cripple the army. Against our wall, the army stool no chance, it was only with the damnable catapults that they had any chance of breaching the wall.

Hours and hours went by, we took down, one, two, then three. By the end of the night we had destroyed all of the catapults and broken the resolve of the army. Orcs scattered like… well, Orcs. The army in Wallace saw this happening and were able to come out and reign down destruction on those that remained.

Joshua Tariq Aziz and I saved Wallace.

We returned and saw the destruction in Wallace (the Inn and all by it were gone.)

Fuzzytop Pathtreader had woken up, so we returned to the Iron Castle and she got out some food and beer. We sat and drank and ate and enjoyed our victory.

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Excavation

It seems Grandfather knew plenty about sapping and other combat techniques in mining.

This might come in handy with the orcs.

They seem to have learned some things about siege weapons, military science, necromancy and mining.

These orcs are a curious mix to the situation.

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M'tan's travels - entry the ninth

So, ah, the Inquisition. Turns out, they were after all of us all along.

Joshua was able to slip out for the time he requires alone before everyone was served with their summons.

It’s amazing that this entire exercise was a large effort on the Curia’s part to prove our magic was, “evil.” THus making the Iron Fortress an UnHoly Thing, which everyone could get behind, probably resulting in the excommunication of the Lord. Luckliy we were able to work with the Goblin Mage to build us a numbing necklace. To build the necklace we needed two special ingredients, on of which I created through magic and the other we (Fuzzy, Joshua & I) snuck out of town and behind enemy lines to go an find. We happened upon the area where this plant grew. It was an amazing regular mana area, s perfect place to grow a tree and build some magical defenses. We set up camp for the night, put a pig on a spit (which we concealed using a plant chimney), prepared an alarm spell and went to sleep.

After almost a full night’s sleep the alarm went off and we spied an Orc. This was the second Orc we’d seen in so many visits to the woods. I had a feeling that this did not bode well. Not wanting to have yet another limb severed I waited, preparing a spell, I had to cast it twice, almost depleting my reserve of, well, reserves, but I was lucky and in the powerful mana area, my spell worked better than I could have hoped. A nearby tree devoured the Orc. Orc Tree will mark the spot for where we hope to build our home in the sky.

We enjoyed the pig that had been roasting all night and snuck back into town. We quickly delivered the ingredient to the Mage and he began his work.

The next morning we were served our summons and told to report at our earliest convenience. I almost went right to the trial, I was so upset, luckily I remembered to go get my bracelet first. I dressed in my elven best, put the bracelet in my person and went to trial.

The building itself was freshly build, I was taken in, asked to confess, and when I refused I was, “put to The Question.” It turns our the Human idea of Questioning involves horrific torture. Thankfully the bracelet did it’s work and, while incredibly uncomfortable, I was able to survive the 45 minutes of torture. The torturers seemed surprised (not as much as I was when I removed the bracelet, when the pain slammed into me like an iron fist pummeling me about the entire body.)

Next to go was Jsohua, who also “passed” which was a huge point of consternation to the representative of the Curia.

When he got done we returned to the castle. We discussed the fact that my priest had been summoned to the Question and we were concerned that if he was found wanting, my conversion would not be valid. We decided to try to get him to wear the bracelet, or otherwise hide it on his person. We went to the Church and we were horrified to discover that in his zeal, he had decided to go and face the Question alone.

With great speed, Fuzzy and we got to the courthouse and Fuzzy was able to sequester herself among the beams, where she cast the same numbing spell on the Priest. We were lucky as he was about to enter the most severe torturing of all of us. She kept her spell strong and he was able to make it through the pain. (Afterwards, he confessed to me that he did not understand why God would spare him the pain as he was guilty of some of the transgressions he was accused of, I let him know that while I did not know why, he should be thankful and use this as a call to thoughtfulness.) He got out and we took him to get him healed (his arms were fully wrenched from their sockets.

We returned to the castle where we met with the Lord and Lady and we were in a very congratulatory mood when the horizon flooded with despicable Orcs. The very knights outside preparing to attack us were let in to save their lives. Now we face down an Orc Horde which had the where with all to cross the Great Desert…

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M'tan's travels - entry the eigth

Outline

The Lord and Lady thank us. The Chamberlain arrives and informs the Lord and Lady of the arrival of Sir Drago. (The Lord is much more interested in this portion of his leadership.) He apologizes for being disinterested before, thanks us for our help against the siege.

When I go to the courtyard, Fuzzy calls me into the tent and casts regeneration on my arm.

We figure out that 3 people would have ransacked the Bush.

Meet with Goblin Mage, Reeve and Lady Sophie.

The Mage gives me a 10pt. stone and the Mages spell book – it has all spells from the Fire College. Study it briefly.

Return to the Hal. The Lord, Lady, Goblin Mage, Reeve and Lady Sophie, Sir Drago a- disturbing news from the Bishop – any spells cast by a non-Christian will be considered heresy by the Curia and cause for excommunication.

Talk to Reeve, get concessions for the other characters in case I am killed.

Talk to the priest about helping the serfs.

Covert -> Baptism -> Act of Contrition

Party – goes on until all hours of the morning – I go to bed.

Get up and go to church.

Ask for 100 volunteers – get an enthusiastic response.

The Bishop is upset because there was no pre-approval for the conversion – but it stands.

Meet with Inquisitor – greetings – walked with Joshua – Inquisitor said he was looking for trouble.

Frequently ate breakfast with the Inquisitor – we share a passion for helping the poor. He seems very interested in Joshua.

Questions me, then Joshua – especially an absence of his for a period of 2 weeks.

We save a picture of the aqueduct, suprisingly good.

The construction lasts from April 22 to June 4.

June 5 – Lord visits.

Joshua to be put on trial – Sunday the 11th.

The keep now has Walls of Iron 9’ X 1 1/2”

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M'tan's travels - entry the seventh

So, onto it.

We were moved into the Keep after the combat.

I was feeling a bit put off with the removal of my arm, so I agreed with the suggestion that we all stay in the keep. The halfling Mage erected a tent in the Keep’s main area and invited me to attend her. At the time, I was unaware of Her Magus status and her desire to assist me. (see entry, the sixth) so I told her I would meet with her the next day and I went and sought solace with Elsa. She is a wonderful woman with whom I spent a part of the night, she then left after our cohngicil affair.

It turns our that was a good thing as the next morning Chamberlain Stevens came down and insisted that we attend the breaking of the morning fast with the Lord. I agreed, but requested to check the Bush first. The Chamberlain agreed, but only with me under escort, which, due to recent events, I was more than happy to agree to. After getting the guard together, we headed to the Bush.

They ransacked the Bush. The anger I felt at this was nothing like the misplaced anger I felt with the Humans. They Hurt something Living. Then I went to see my Guest. Dead. He was Murdered in the place I had promised him Sanctuary. I now owe a debt to his family. A debt I must pay. Damn them. The Guards were there, I brought them in and they were off to inform the Reeve.

The idiot ransackers were unfamiliar with Elven hiding places, so I was able to retrieve my money and some of my valuables.

They also destroyed my Garden. This was for them, for the wonderful mistreated Humans who are so appreciative to get some food that gives them nutrients. The destruction of the Garden (not my Garden, the Garden) wss the event that made me Join the Civil War.

I cast a Bless Plant on both the Bush and the Garden (in case I could not return)

The Guards went to Martin and I was instructed to attend the breaking of the Fast with the Lord and Lady. Which I did.

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M'tan's travels - entry the sixth

(translated from the Elvish)

My arm is back and with it, my resolve to win the humans over through patience and persuasion.

First things first. The halfling has powerful magic. The ability to regrow a limb is, by not means, minor magic. She wishes it to remain a secret though. This is not a problem now, but could become so in the future. I can imagine a time when one of the humans needs a healing spell which they think I can provide. I will need to this with my fellow Magus further. She seems to hide behind a veneer of geniality and caricature. But no one learns that much of the Arts without serious study. Assuming we make it through the upcoming trial I’ll have to have that discussion with her. But I get ahead of myself.

When last I wrote it was with my left hand, due to the fact that my arm had been severed by a member of a knightly order. My entry was selfish and shallow. It expressed much of my disgust with Humanity in its basest form. What it showed was that I was still a young elf, full of anger and lacking in the wisdom I can, on infrequent occasion, posses. What is the important driving goal of my life? To help save the forest. There are two ways to go about that, to attempt to destroy the humans (this exact tactic is, if legends are correct, what brought them here in the first place, giving us the Banestorm) or join with them, and influence them using our strength (our unaging) to give us the opportunity to influence them on a generational scale. To do this, I have joined them. One small faction, in one small area. But in the short time I have been with them, I have already had to opportunity to influence them, and have grown a small part of the forest. I have even been able to be honest with them that this is my goal. As long as I keep my actual goals in mind, and remember that they are mortal creatures, my anger should remain in check.

Long ago, when my Master was alive, he warned me about living with humans. He thought that they could be wonderful to behold, but they tended to drive Elf’s a bit mad. He warned that unless me guarded against it, their quickness of thought would infect us, causing us to forget the very things which let us survive in the face of so many hostile races. I now know for certain that this is a true danger which I must vigilantly guard against. Mind you, his association with the humans seems to have cost him his life. Now that I have calmed myself, I can make pledges with sense and propriety.

I pledge to go to Castle Defiant, destroy the Orcish infestation (or make peace with them… perhaps that is the way) and find my Masters remains.

That is a good pledge. One with Truth and Substance behind it. And one without the Human urgency behind it. If my Master is dead, then immediacy does nothing for him. If he is not, then, as one of the most powerful Mages I have ever known, he will survive until I can arrive to help him (else his insistence that I become a Diviner be proved correct!)

But onto recent happenings. Months have passed and many things have transpired. What drove me to convert to the Christ’s religion? Why do I find myself aligned with a faction, truly? What drives me to spend my Talent here, and for these folk?

Friendship. I love these short lived people. The loss of my arm, along with the grievances far to much to retell against the other Humans of this tribe drive me to them. Plus, now that I know them (not that I will ever truly know them) I understand how difficult it was to accept me as much as they have. And here is what is important. I have done them great martial service. And, even when I (the Eternal, forfend) suggested removing some of the Forest for defense… they disagreed, knowing my passion for it. Perhaps I am being easily manipulated, but… even if I am, the Forest will live forever, I am but its servant.

I meander in my thoughts!!!

Sex is had! Murder stalks the Town! The King’s agents infest our town, destroyed the bush, the Garden and murdered my guest. These are a bit of the evil that struck!!!

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**A thick, red leather notebook**

The Personal Adventures of Halfling Scout and Brave Adventurer Fuzzytop Pathtreader

After my father passed, I spent a great many years wandering about the woods outside of Marshall Town and Tacitus learning the arts of scouting and healing magic. Tall folk always want to talk about my father’s history as a man of the cloth, so I prefer the company of the birds and the trees in the great outdoors.

Recently, the King has been burning keeps and making life unpleasant for the folks in these parts. The tall folk are very upset and frightened. The violence is sending a chill of unrest across these pastoral lands.

The other day I had a chance meeting with an elf and a strange human who seems to be from a far off land. The elf is practiced in the arts of plant magery. The human is named Tariq Aziz Stonemason. He has a whispery voice and piercing blue eyes. They hired me to be their bodyguard and scout for 575 coppers per month plus room and board. I am happy to have work, but I’m not sure that a Halfling can protect them in this dangerous world.

The elf has some strong tobacco that he freely shares with me. I think it must be filled with some sort of elf magic. It made me sleep for 3 days.

When I awoke, Mr. M’tan and the Mr. Aziz were having dinner with another mage. He was practiced in the arts of earth magic. He asked a lot of questions about the King. He dined with us. He was very serious. When he was gone, we noticed that he had stolen the secret maps that Mr. Aziz had made showing the locations of the traps Mr. M’tan built to defend the city from the advances of the King.

We set out after him and followed his tracks which led to the church. We then realized that the earth mage was a spy for the King. Our hearts filled with betrayal, we sent Mr. Aziz to fetch the guards, while Mr. M’tan and I confronted them. The elf cast a spell blocking all the entrances to the church with vines. We then picked the lock and entered the church to get the maps back.

Mr. M’tan cast another spell trapping us inside the church with the earth mage, and a very scary tall person who was a knight of the church. The knight was very angry, and immediately attacked when Mr. M’tan demanded the maps. During the battle, the elf lost his arm and the knight escaped. Mr. Aziz then returned with the city guard and tried to chase him down, but could not best him once he caught him. We recovered the maps, but the knight got away. The knight now knows that this city is not friendly to the King. We expect invasion soon.

Instead of returning to the bush-home of the elf, we set up camp in the Keep for protection. I was so tired from the battle I immediately pitched my tent and crawled inside for a good night’s rest. Tomorrow will undoubtedly bring more danger.

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M'tan's travels - entry the fifth
Humans

(translated from Elvish – very poorly written)

Healed by Fuzzytop Pathtreader

(illegible, due to blood stains.)

My arm is gone.

The scoundrel, hacked it off and left me to die. We got the priest and Corneilous ,at least!

I can not think properly. Too much pain and anger.

(illegible, due to poor handwriting)

The Catholic Church is filled with evil.

The most basic of all laws was broached. The Law of Hospitality.

(illegible, due to poor handwriting)

I must slow my writing. It is a new hand I use.

I have helped this miserable town. I’ve emptied my magic, in spite of the hardships and the dirt and the petty human filth. I’ve worked to build trust of the Elfs. A love of the trees. Food for their, “serfs.” I’ve worked for them (for a pittance of their money.)

They repay me by hatred. And taking my arm. I despise Christ and his Knights. I despise Human religion. I despise the, “Hospitallers.”

Immediately after my arm was hacked off by a “servant of God and the King.” After I, and my halfling friend and ill-born human saved the town. I thought to myself, I will covert to their religion to convince the humans that I am good. That I work for them.

This is weakness. This would have been a true mistake.

I have been out of the woods for a few of my 113 years and all I have seen is human darkness, calling itself the “Light.” It’s time I learn the truth of Elven goodness and Light, by embracing the Dark.

While I’ll always love and help the humans who call me friend. It’s ridiculously naive of me to assume the vermin who wiped away the Great Forest can be taught to see it’s beauty. No matter what happens in this Civil War, when the opportunity presents itself, I ride for the forest of the Dark Elves. There to learn more Magery to combat the humans scum.

Then I will return to punish those who took my arms. And if they are long dead, I will find their kin, and punish them. I will grow dark in the Dark Forest.

I will return to where the “King of Caithness’ Castle stands and I will grow a dark and deadly forest. It will grow on the bodies of the humans who hate, for hate’s sake.

The Catholics showed me that mindless hate is evil, but hate earned through other’s evil actions is a thing of rare beauty.

I tire. It is hard to write with this, one hand.

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M'tan's travels - entry the fourth
A Friend and a dinner

(translated from the Elvish)

We seem to have made a friend! A taciturn, but productive mage named Corneilous has been helping Joshua Tariq Aziz and I with the fortifications.

We are preparing for the transmutation of the Keep, but we still had a few days to wait for the assembly of the ritual magic team when we learned that Corneilous an accomplished Earth Mage was in town and was assisting with the towns defenses. He was from the town of Phodious (I have no idea if I have spelled that correctly!) which pride’s itself on its extreme devotion.

For 3 days Corneilous dug out areas of earth, while Joshua Tariq Aziz determined the best places to defend and mapped them for the guards. During that time I grew moss over the tops of the pit, covered them with grass and then grew a lovely bunch of wildflowers over the whole ares. I grew lone yellow wildflowers, facing the town, to let the defenders know where the pits were.

We worked side by side for the time and, while discussion was sparse, it was interesting. Corneilous had many questions regarding the town, and had many questions about the Elf’s and the Civil War. While we discussed we discovered that he was on the move because he had inadvertently befriended a Necromancer (apparently a crime in the human lands, why do they seem to hate knowledge so?) and had to make a hasty exit! The Necromancer had claimed to be doing research, that’s how they fell in together.

Joshua Tariq Aziz invited Corneilous to dinner, which I thought a splendid idea, on the last day. I quickly contacted Maria who got to work preparing another of her wonderful meals. We discussed many things over dinner, notably lots of ecclesiastical talk about God and the Eternal. Corneilous mentioned the town priest’s membership in an order called the Hospitallers (I had not heard of them.) Apparently thy hate Elves and view them as spawn of Satan, due to their belief in the Eternal.

The dinner itself was marvelous, even Master Fuzzytop Pathtreader enjoyed it. We drank my Dwarven Ale, enjoyed human and elven food and finished the evening with big poofy brownies and some good smoke from the Great Forest. I bid Corneilous farewell and now I’m off to enjoy my smoke then head to bed!


(translated from the Elvish – scrawled)

By the Eternal, the plans to our town’s defenses are gone. Corneilous has violated the Law of Hospitality. We make chase. I’m not ready to fight.


(translated from Elvish – scrawled, as if written on the side of a building)

Not much time. Looked in the Church. Three of them. Corneilous, a Hospitaller Knight with a huge sword and another priest. I have grown entanglements all around the building. We’ve sent Joshua Tariq Aziz to rouse the guard and Fuzzytop Pathtreader and I will head in momentarily. I will grow the entanglement over the front as we go in, then I’ll confront him with his treachery. Hopefully, he will see the horrible offense he has committed and will return the plans (which I saw though the window!)

I will let him know that the guard is on his way, so they know to surrender!

(any remaining text is covered in blood)

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