Sirs and madams

Guvernor Qom called us commoners out for duty. The task were to move no less then thirty thousend boards, from the bank in Cove to his workshop south of the city. To help us in this endeavour, the guvernor gave us gold enough to buy two packhorses each. Alas, an ogre had taken interest in the workshop, and as the guardsmen had won victory in battle and without doubt were bragging and drinking in the inn, we were to find a solution ourself, or the revanous monster would surely eat both the horses and ourselfes.

But first the task of moving the boards. First we bought packanimals. The greedy rancher had a good day, as he ripped us of the hard earned gold; that it were for the good of Cove, nay seem to have any impact on his cold heart. There were much confusing, as we tried to bring order to the eight animals, but eventually we gathered outside the bank.



We loaded the horses with boards and went underway – thankfully the animals now had other things to worry about then make a spectacle, so we made good progress.

As we neared the workshop, we could hear grunts and roars from the ogre, who still lurked at the shop. Guvernor Qom decided, that the best solution might be that we ordered the horses to attack the monster. A idea that, I must admit, at that time I found rather crazy. But since something had to be done, attacked we did. We drove the animals before us against the monster, and the pack trembled the monster down! After thus having cleared the path we unlodaded the animals, and could drink a beer to celebrate a victory ourselfes!



It took three trips before we had moved all the boards, but moved them we did - all in all it were nay a bad days work.. Participating in the task were Guverner Qom, Farfar, Zelinda Bazhir and yours humble

Sennacherib

Seems that a foul undead by the name Gaskuratt had luck to defile our fine church, Sirs!

Signed, Marie

Roit Sirs

Here is my report on the search into the orcs lair in Yew. It were a rather uneventful evening when I and the other guardsmen on watch where hustled outside and lined up before the barracks. As Mela explained it seems that this lad, Miner Tim, had got himself into some trouble. Not only had the daring and enterprising lad ventured deep into Yew with risk of being captured by Loyalist and executed as being a heretic and a spy, he had also penetrated the orcs lair there, in the hope of finding some precious ore without doubt. For all his trouble he had only succeed only in misplacing a rare necklace. And now it seemed, we would have to go and get it from the orcs – a task done with usual favour and discipline.


Mela, Hoagie, Belrak and Marie getting themselves into trouble.

Without further delay we gathered our arms and a fair amount of bandages,  and by a Rift made our way into the depth of Yew. As our numbers seemed rather small for such a ordeal, I were rather glad that we were meet by only orcs and not by the wretched Loyalists. The scattered the few orcs outside and walked into their lairs. Now Sirs, dungeons are dungeons, but nothing compares with the stench of a place a orc calls home. Surely were are well used to their filth from the regular patrols against the orc Fort – but the damp darkness of a dungeon seems to concentrate the stench to new highs. Cloth covering the noses barely made the stench tolerable, but even then it seemed that the filth creeped into every gap in your cloth and armour. At the higher levels the dungeons seemed unpleasant indeed, but somehow what you would expect from such creatures, but as we descended deeper , we found many signs of advanced mining and event forges of a unknown designs. It seemed for me, Sirs, that these orcs are much more advanced then most expect of such creatures. If it is them there are behind this? We only encountered orcs, but perhaps they have made a alliance with some creatures? I fear that new weapons and infernal devices are forged in these dungeons. Well, one can only hope that their wrath will be directed at the nearer enemy of Stonekeep. It will serve them well, those scoundrels!


The strange forges of the orc lair.

After numerous encounters we came to a big chamber. We were longing for the Sun and fresh air, but orders are as always orders – still we would like to return to the sun and fresh air as soon as possible. In the weak light of our torches we could se huge piles of black ores and mining equipment and in the soot; a print of a human boot leading to a mining shaft. Our morale were rising, when we hard a big roar and saw the silhouette of a huge titan of a orc. It were big and it went directly for our hides. Thanks again to our many patrols against the Orc Fort, we were able to form a disciplined block where we could meet the threat and I am glad to report that there were no signs of panic.


Here it comes!


So much trouble for so little a thing..

After we had dispatched several of the beast we investigated the chamber and found the missing necklace in a crate. We made a rather hasty retreat to the surface and were harassed by orc patrols, and even ran into a ambush. But thanks the Gods we made our way to the surface and the sun greeted us. Never have I seen it shine so brightly.

From there we made a rift to the Barracks and returned in orderly fashion. I think the necklace have been returned to Miner Tim, and one can only hope the citizen have learned not to venture into that kind of danger again. On behalf of my comrades of arms, I dare to ad that it is a honour to unselfish do our duty to our citizens.

Signed, Marie Le Blanc

*After several hours of feet in hot water, Marie sneeze and finally sits down to scribe*

Roit, Sirs.

Here is my report on Darath Mithars Training Course. Being called to the Barracks, I found myself in a line with a handful of men. The reason for the call were nay intrusion if enemies, but rather a course in Winter Survival. Coming from the south, Sirs, I agree that the winter here in Cove is damnable cold, so some wise words on how to survive it, would be welcomed – pardon my words, Sirs, but boy, were I in for a surprise.

After growling at the line, Darath gave us all a bag with so-called survival gear; mostly warm cloth of a absurd cut, and some strange furry boots with some kind of frame attached underneath. While looking ridicules, they were warm and I felt comfortable outside for first time for weeks. Walking were another matter though. Darath opened a gate and we went inside.

When I came through, the cold hit me as a hammer. The cold air burned my lungs like fire, and the snowflakes made it impossible to see. After a few minutes I recovered somehow, and could look around. It were white in white everywhere, Sirs, and nowhere could I see any sign of life. A white freezing hell. I must admit, Sirs, that I almost lost heart there and then – but the bravery and commitment of my fellow soldiers gave me the courage to continue.

Leaded by Darath we headed north to a unknown destiny. For hours we struggled against the harsh wind, freezing cold and treasonous  snow. Early on we battled a tall hairy monstrosities that Darath assured us were naything but a troll. In a attempt to keep warm, Kas gutted the troll and covered himself with the monsters warm entrails – it seem, Sirs, that he had hard from legend, that a hero had once been saved from death in this way – that may be so, but the outrageous stench were killing everyone else – actually the only one that seemed attracted to the smell, were big white bears, that like ghosts emerged from the veil of snow around us. We fought well, and also killed a number of monsters with big teeth that Darath called Valrusses.
After a hard time we came to a cave, and Darath rushed us inside. There we were to made camp, alas with very little to protect us from the cold and warm our spirits, as we had nay any wood. Darath only grinned, and told us there were other means to fuel a fire. Fat we would need, so outside we went again, to hunt and kill more of these Valrusses. It were a hard fight, and had not the thought of Cove, and its comfort that awaited us in the end of this horrible trip, we might have fallen to despair. Inside Darath gutted the Valrusses and showed us how to burn their fat to make fire, and hide in their skin to get warm. The temperature in the cave (and the foul mood of the men) raised. The smell of burning and smoking fat, wet and sweating men and not to forget – the characteristic stench of troll remains is a memory is something, that is nay easily forgotten. But nevertheless we were alive and – and most - more and less sane. And we were among trusted swordbrothers – friends – bound to each other with bonds stronger then steel.

Dreams that were brutally ended when Darath awoke us all. It were time, he told us, for a final test. Stripping down we had to, he demanded, and make our way outside. There he had hacked a hole in the ice, and we were to jump into the freezing water. We begged and cursed, but the insane man showed nay mercy. Sirs, had we faced a thousand Kaldorians there could nay be any bigger display of humble courage and grim determination, as each man (and woman) did what the cruel man demanded, and walked outside to meet their fate. Out in the cold, facing that destiny had in hand for us. There were the final test, so innocent looking like a mere hole filled with water. Each and every man (and woman) stared long into the void, silently saying goodbye to whatever he (or her) were  dear to him (or.. ahh.. forget it!). Of they ran, the few steps seeming like miles, the white snow biting their naked skin like daggers. Into the water they jumped, a act that, for a short moment, raised them to be like Gods in ordinary mans eyes…

Well, Sirs, I would like to say their behaviour, when they touched the water, were like that in dignity, but I think that we just should count us lucky that all survived – and we finally were allowed to return to Cove. Each man changed forever – as the memory of these horrible trails would be with them allways.

Dear Sirs. Let me face hordes of Undeads, a army of Yewians, a flaming dragon full of wrath – but please, Sirs, please – save me from other of Darath trials.

Yours sincerely

Marie le Blanc

[Participating in this enjoyable event were Darath Mithar, Vince Valentine, Vincent Redfield, Bayne, Kas Valantine, Valiro, Commander Eric Akay and Marie Le Blanc.]

'Ello

Watchman.. Ehh.. woman Marie Le Blanc reporting for duty, sah!

My pegion is 151-638-627

PAtrol of the Orc Fort

To show the bastards we were still around, I made a small patrol there, together with Recuit Seamus.

Aye, they are still there watching and waiting, but I am happy to report ther is a lot fewer of them. We cleaned a good part of the fort, with only minor injuries. A big brute were killed and its followers shattered.

Marie Le Blanc

Well. It seem, that four to five peasent got murdered this time and a guardsmen from Yew too.

Some other Guardsmen of Yew were there and made quite a fuss over it, thinking they could walk around and pretend they were commanders. Some nerve. They did not like the recruit enough to take him back with them to Yew, so they left him here. Thats nay the way to treat a loyal soldier in my eyes.

As a small comfert, we did knock one of their wytches. If its dead I do nay know, as the bones left on the ground behaved kind of weird and oozed away. We burned what were left. We also digged a grave for the poor peasents as best we could, and lay them to rest. May the Gods bring their souls comfort!

OOC Information: The Couldron Story

On behalf of Gaskuratt, Reaper Captain (since he cannot log on at the moment)

This story have run a bit out of tracks, since those that initially had the couldron and know the identity of the Thief have left. If you want to take up the thread (he hope so) you can contact him at ICQ 151-638-627

The thief, that is a ignorent peasent miner, found the couldron in a cave and took it home. He sold it to a miltia for 100 gold, so someone in BoC would have it 'somewhere'.

The couldron therefore is in BoC's possession. If you want to do something to/with it, you can have it from Marie. Contact Gaskuratt as above.

What you can do with it? A few ideas.

Drop it in the sea. Alas, the undeads would properly just kill more peasents as a revenge.

Destoy it, with the result as above. Perhaps. perhaps not.

Give it to someone else, and tell the undead that they have stolen it.

Give it back to the undead and to hell with it.

Etc etc..

*Marie clears a table of of gnawed chicken bones and dirty cups. Sits down, and unroll a  peace of cheap parchment. After a long sip of a cup of heated ale, she sharpens a quill and starts to write in a unsteady writing.*

Roit Sir Eason. Report of the the job..

*Marie stares at the paper, curses, and rip of the upper part of the parchment. Then she write again.*

To Sir Eason.

Repport on the Templar keep, that yeh ordered me to investigate.

As yeh ordered me to, I went to the keep, that eh. *shuffles in a small book* Knights Hospitallers have build at the Vesper and Britian crossroad. I had removed meh skirt and sash, and dressed in a poor womens cloth. The weather were horrible, so I wrapped a cloth around meh head, so it covered meh face too. That would nay seem too suspicious, when one think of the weather. I took the road with nay problems, as it were deserted. They have build a palisade all the way round the keep, restricting the movement to the roads.. From outside the..

*Marie takes another sip, and then rummages through the chicken; finds a leg that have only been half eaten, and start to gnaw of it, leaving numerous grease stains on the parchment in the process.*

From outside the keep is very big, as big as our barrack, but if I may say so, it seem that of better quality, with stronger walls and really nice widows in beautiful colours, glowing like. eh. Juwles in the night. Aye. Well. I meet a man outside, clad in the nicest armour I have seen for a long time. His name were *shuffles in the book* were Locke Greywolfe, First Knight. I gave him meh story, that he did nay questioned and he took meh inside, asking little of meh. I heated meh cold hands at the fire, and were able to take a good look around.

Yeh go roit from the outside into a big room. There is nay a long staircase like that in our barracks, that make it easy to defend. The frontdoor is of iron and heavily build though, and the windows to small to crawl through. The strange thing were, that I could nay see any staircase, but I suspect there must be hidden doors somewhere.

As the Knight were with meh all the time, I could nay examine the walls closely. I ...!

*Hrothgar walks up behind Marie and cheerfully claps in her bottom, resulting in the ink being smeared over the parchment. After some exchange of insults, Marie continue on.*

After I had been there a short while, a finely dressed man knocked on the door and were invited inside. He and the Knight exchanged news. From this talk I learned that the Knight had killed a 'skeleton man', and spread its bones. I guess it is the same that roam Cove. One can only hope its finally gone. I also learned that the Knight claimed themselves loyalists. Even if they lie close to Vesper, they anticipated nay problems from them. Roit. At this point I were dry, and feared the Knight may ask meh out, so I took my leave and returned to Cove.

Marie Le Blanc, Watchman

*Marie closes the parchment, and walks toward Easons office. While passing Ryan sitting at a table, she plant the quill in his hair.*

Orc hunt / Patrol

Lead by: Anari, Junior Guardsman

- Morgoth, Guardsman Recruit
- Cor'Ari Ta, Watchman
- Marie Le Blanc, Watchwoman

Anari lead a small patrol against the Orc Fort. Reporting three orc brutes dead. Many orcs left dead or wounded. Three civilians saved. Over 10.000 gold collected. Naything else to repport.

Marie Le Blanc

[Name:]

Name: Thorstain of Yew

Profesion: Smith. Also inventor, carpenter, and a little of everything else.

ICQ: 151-638-627

Also play: Marie le Blanc

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