Campaign of the Month: December 2014
camaraus journal 12
16th of Thaumont
This morning more and more Hoban come streaming in. Crogbrak has called the clan to come meet with these knights. I stand by our earlier decisions, but it is odd to me to think of fighting alongside hoban against the humans of Karameikos. I have heard rumors of this Red Company, and it sounds like they are Thyatians who would annex all of these lands for their birth empire, and hold scorn for the Callarii.
We go to meet with the Lady of the keep, none having spoken to her since Trixjridonz flew off with the sword she had carried. She seems to have recovered physically, but we soon see that a madness has taken her mind. She is irate that the sword is gone, demanding us to return it to her. It seems like she is throwing a tantrum. She says odd things such as, “Vaion must be restored,” or that she must “rule again on the throne.” We all worry for the queen and realize that we cannot have her meet the Red Company this way. Our plan is shot.
As more Hoban scouts arrive, they tell us that the Red Company will likely arrive tomorrow. I busy myself by using may mastery of earth to soften it into a trap for horses around the sides of the keep, incase they attempt to charge around. Crogbrak along with the priests of Halav and Balthac spend most of the day deep in prayers and chanted spells to remove Mordez’ horid curse.
We gather ourselves and go to see Crogbrak to ask about Lady Ilyana. He is in a secret chamber found within the castle and has prepared a manner of shamanistic rune wards about the room it is quite beautiful in a way. He bids us sit, and we go into a long discussion. He relates to us his knowledge of the sword, careful of his words despite his warding magic. He calls the sword The Fist of Leptar, a well known immortal to goblin-kind. Leptar was said to have been a slaver lord, with glowing yellow eyes. His symbol is a pair of manacles. Crogbrak is vehement in his repudiation of Leptar, he is a free hoban who does not keep slaves. We get little else.
We rest uneasily that night, too many powers are at work here, their wills seem bent against us, and we can barely hold on.
17th of Thaumont
After breakfast we hear the horns of the on coming knights. Their ranks count perhaps sixty, riding in burnished armor and unfurled banners. Scragbak rallies his forces. A hundred battle ready hoban mont the walls.
One of the Red Company approaches with a white banner on his lance. We hail him as he approaches, attempting to be polite, he immediately demands the keep. David gives him the unholy symbol of Bernal and gives the tale of Lady Penhaligon destroying the evil beset here. The messenger stops at this, he does not know what to do other than what he was ordered. As such we offer to send out our own representative.
David volunteers to go, I respect his bravery, but sometimes feel he acts rashly even for a human. For a backup plan I turn into a rat and get hide in David’s pack. David mounts his horse, and bravely rides forward.
The captain, Septimus Marula, a Thyatian with a large hammer, accuses us of being in league with evil, and informs us that Hoban know nothing but evil. David implores him to listen to reason, and invokes the name of the Patriarch Charlane permitting the clerics among them to use magic to ascertain his truth.
For a moment I become hopeful, I at least are convinced of David’s truth. However, the diplomacy turns south and David abruptly switches tactics, challenging captain Septimus Marula to a duel. A cheeky move, but it proves fruitless. The captain simply tries to cast hold on David and eventually declares the attack. He charges David, I try to slow them down with entanglement, but the grass here is too weak. David is hit pretty hard but the captain runs us by. They ride around us and go straight to the main gate. And despite an other attempt to stop the captain’s horse, they get away.
They charge forward, the captain blasts down the front doors with a spell. But the Hoban were prepared for just this, having a cunning trap set inside the walls. They are slaughtered as they run in the gates. The captain and a few others flee as our companions finish the fight.
I take the form of a great eagle and try to use the captain’s horse against him. Several times I stop some of their horses or control his, but I cannot maintain enough control with all of the soldiers fighting me. Even as the party catches up and I slow the enemy down again with a sleet storm, the captain and maybe six others get away from us alive. It is a disturbing thought that now the Church of Traladar might be against us. The elves have no love for the Order of the Griffon and their militant Thyatian roots, but such open hostilities immediately after being granted the title of Druid may not have been the wisest of decisions.
Captain Septimus Marula will know that I was a Callarii and he witnessed my transformative powers and the others granted to me by nature. As we defended ourselves and our demihuman allies from the unprovoked attack of the enemy, I stand that we were in the right. But should that warmonger lie and cause strain between the Dutchy and the Callarii, I would be most bereaved. Had the queen not taken ill to this sudden madness perhaps she could have aided us in avoiding the violence. But alas.
Thalmont the 18th, Today is the day that the Dragon should return. The Hoban busy themselves with the valuables of the slain. It is a cruel efficiency that moves them, they are creatures of war, battle or raids, but war. I wonder about David, last night he approached me and also the hoban as a whole, asking about our willingness to aid him in his quest to battle dragon kind. Neither of us gave him our assurances of coming to his aid. I counseled him not to make rash action, I too was upset by the dragon’s arrogant actions, but since the Queen has fallen to her ravings, maybe we should learn more of these powers we are dealing with. I refused him my help.
It is still early when we hear the roar. The dragon shines and its scales glimmer in the sun as it descends upon the field. As it lands in front of the castle, we ride out to meet it. It hails Sergei, who steps forward and acted most nobly. Trixjridonz thanked him and gave him 2 gifts, wrapped up. Sergei brought them back and gave me my option of the gift due to my part in the dragon’s rescue, and I chose the dust of dryness. David approached the dragon, he apologized for his previous behavior. He then asked about the sword and about this affliction effecting our lady. The dragon again started his rhetoric of supremacy and I found myself unreasonably vexed. I interjected, and found the dragon staring right at me. I had been angry, but suddenly I was frightened. He prompted me to ask a single question, and stumbling I asked one I already knew, “What was effecting our Lady,” and of course he knew not.
The dragon flew off, silence returned to Hardreth Keep. We had won quite a victory today, but with our estranged noble raving like a spoiled child, I have to wonder if it was worth it.