I was running late, the damn mule wouldn't keep still as I was loading on the halberds and ingots I had prepared for the trade caravan for the Swaggers. Then the bloody thing wouldnt do as it was told and I had to virtually drag the beast into Cove town.
When I arrived numerous other members of the citizenry as well as our army escort were assembled and our soon to be Governor Qom gave the order for the caravan to move out.
That seemed to be as far as our luck lasted as not far from the safety of the town walls our caravan was ravaged by a giant black rock monster! My damn mule thought it could succeed where the many guardsman had failed and attacked the beast.
In a blink of an eye my mule was slaughtered and hurled into the sea by the rock monster, the goods I had prepared for the Vesper Trading Company with it!
Many of the other pack animals suffered the same fate as the guardsman fought a rearguard action so we could at least escape with our lives.
As we regrouped and Qom took stock of the situation it seemed that we still had a few resources left to transport and as we were not far from my forge I was able to bring fresh ingots and we made our way onwards towards the Swaggers.
We had not travelled far before disaster struck again! We stumbled across a roaming orc warband. A few unpleasantries were exchanged between the orcs and the guardsmen before all hell broke loose again!
I managed to take cover behind a rather large oak tree while the melee took place. Avatar forbid that I a Burgher be kidnapped and ransomed by these foul creatures.
The skirmish didn't last long and as the orcs were sent packing so we continued to the Swaggers Inn. However when we arrived the place was deserted. Was it a trap? Qom sent in Axiana to see if anyone was around but to no avail so we placed our depleted shipment of goods discreetly, had a quick glass or two of wine to steady the nerves and then we headed back home.
*signed flamboyantly*Amon Jarl, Burgher.
A J TRADING.
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