Had the new guy at the table roll up his first character - a wild elven fighter. He's a long time player who hasn't had a chance to play in a group for 7 years or so. As always, I made sure to have a LARP period to help him dive into his guy.
Write up follows:
We discussed what we wanted to do next and figured another larger delve or two into the Terror Dungeon was coming up – however, we were running low on dungeoning supplies and Bork Keep were expensive. Being that Canaslan, and Paxian, were not too far away, the party let the guards of Bork Keep know of our departure and we began the walk back west.
The weather was cool, not cold, and the snow had been running stead with 12 plus inches on the ground. The road was in good shape and we came down from the highlands with no issue. Within a few hours we passed through the barrier between the sovereign lands and the greater Randari Empire. As usual, the temperature in Canaslan was a good 10 to 15 degrees warmer and the scent of body odor and stale beer filled the air. We heard herds of wild 15+ lb chickens wandering the tall grains and grasslands and did our best to stay on the road west. The tiny Thorp of Border was the first place we passed through, three lean to’s and a single ramshackle wooden building greeted us. The populace within shut the doors and hid until we were long gone.
Mile markers continued along until we arrived at the town of Third between marker 3 and 2. Home to maybe 400 souls, a half-naked drunken dwarven woman came out and begged for us to take her to Jerry, prompting Captain Asher to recoil in fear and Darius to hustle us down the road. Needless to say, with her screeching in our ears behind us, we did not tarry in Third.
It was late in the day when we arrived in Paxian, capital city of Canaslan. On entering and getting our name, we were taken off line and were told that we were to be taken to the Hanging Sword in Whiteshadow District. It seems that the Streams of Mithril had put word out of our potential arrival (whenever that might be) and we were to be escorted there.
The Hanging Sword was a very upscale Inn and we met with Sotreid, the proprietor of the place. He in turn arranged for Dogsbody McGuin to come and it was he that was hoping to meet us. After we reconnected he let us know that he had a potential addition for our group; a 3rd son of an elven family named Grendel Olyrnn. He mangled the young man’s family name but we had a chance for Asher and Shim to sit down and meet with what turned out to be Duke Dergarian Olyrnn and his grace’s first born and successor, Sharil Olyrnn.
The Olyrnn were Green elves, wild elves. Quessir in their own tongue. Maybe half a dozen or so ages ago, they had a falling out with the High Elven Nation as to the way they were renegotiating various treaties and contracts, blaming the Speaker of the Sun for manipulating the written words. Since then, they have eschewed participating in any elven council moot and their governance of elven tribes and clans under their purview have been for granular and honor bound. The ducal family of Olyrnn, could trace their name back through 27 ages.
Grendel, for all his proud family lineage, was a throwback to the Olyrnn family. Suffering from some childborn accident…a few times, he was a simpler elf and his father, the Duke, wanted him to get a less etheric education. He wanted him to experience life away from the elven intrigue. Not too long, only a decade or two, just enough to file some of Grendel’s edges off.
He interviewed, along with his father and elder brother, with Asher and Shim for a bit, eventually being green lit to join the party. We even got a stipend from the Duke for taking him on. It was at the end when Sharil let an ominous threat pass that, “If anything happens to my brother, I will make it my life’s work to exact retribution from you Captain Asher and any and all of your descendants. I have literally centuries on my hand and nothing else to do.”
We had some drinks with the burly fighter and then after getting some conversation went down to the Hanging’s Sword’s private Fight Club (that we do NOT talk about!) in the basement and he and Connal sparred for a bit.
We rested up and then went shopping at the Tradepost, buying all sorts of items that we might need in the Dungeon. Finally we were finished and it was time for us to make the trip back to Bork Keep, eventually arriving later in the day on Restmonth the 25th.
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