Wednesday Sept.15th
1264 AD
Cristobol -
“I am quite capable of taking care of myself, Cristobol!”
exclaimed Genevieve. Those words left a sour taste
with him as he evaluates yet another member to the
unlikely party of adventurers from Willowford. A
party, again working on behalf of the Keeper of the
Great Willow Tree and the Priory of Willowford, though
he won’t push that point with Cael given her distaste
with the Church. A party that just got its knickers
handed to it by a pack of goblins! Though in our
defense, Cristobol reflects, it wasn’t really the
goblins, but the worgs. A mage and roguish type are
not cut out for the battles we keep walking into.
I did not think that anything would be worse than
the twig wolves we dealt with during our previous
encounter with the Hamadryad or even the Banned Shee.
How wrong I was! It was ironic that the new lady
fighter was unable to truly “take care of herself”.
If not for Cael’s ability to toilet paper gaping
neck wounds, the party of 5 would likely be 2. Cristobol
sighs as he considers all the responsibility that
he shoulders being the “meat shield” as Cael so “lovingly”
puts it.
Yet, here we are running from a virtual army of
goblins following the cryptic messages of a vision.
A vision that mentions a great evil growing in the
West linked to older Gods and their “children”, children
that delighted in the infliction of pain. This plight
is apparently shared by human and Shee alike. Perhaps
the Hill family has been secretly dealing with this
old and evermore present danger for longer than we
realize. Enough so that deals to annex the lands
near Willowford under the apparent blessing of the
Bishop of Cubbum have been rumored to exist. It would
serve that family right if their dim-witted, bully
son was never found. Yet, I find myself hoping that
we can position ourselves towards his rescue. Never
hurts to keep options open, especially when dealing
with was seems to be under-the-table politics involving
the lands surrounding Willowford. These lands have
provided much for the growing town. The lands, if
lost, would mean a 20% drop in the current economy,
a fact Prior Bevin was NOT happy to hear about. It
should be interesting to see the result of his inquiries
into the matter. That is, if we survive the trip
we are on…
For now, we run, away from the known threat of goblins
and worgs to the unknown threats between us and the
Seer of Balerock. Perhaps the goblins are part of
the “Test of Worthiness” mentioned by the Hamadryad.
This Seer distrusts Man, which makes me assume he/she
is other than human. Though it would be nice to know
what lies beneath the reason of that distrust. Many
questions and no answers, just clues:
- One with two mouths to feed will reveal the
path to the “Shadow Bridge”.
- He with one eye will share secrets of the Old
Gods anger.
- He has seen his death and it will follow after
you.
- The rock will break with his word and thus the
door will be revealed.
- Go north beyond Eden’s Gate. When rocks grow
like trees you will be on the threshold.
Cristobol likes to think himself more intelligent
than the average warrior, but with information like
this, the scope of possibilities is nearly endless.
We can only hope that our path northward will reveal
more than the cryptic words of a vision. Though hopefully
we can pass safely to beyond Eden’s Gate without
invoking the ancient “powers” of the bewitched forest
once used by the “Old Powers”.
Still urked at the lack of respect the young warrior
woman had at his honest attempt to be courteous,
Cristobol’s thoughts shift to Darla. Smiling he remembers
the information she gathered concerning the disappearance
of Bull Hill and 6 knights with him. Her ability
to gather information of the bands of mercs travelling
through the area lately has proven very helpful.
It is nice to know where the “armies” are employed.
Yet, rumors of full battles being fought in the Hill
lands with no enemy casualties, an enemy that can
hurl rocks with out siege equipment. Rumors of a
prisoner exchange between the Hills and Bishop of
Cubbum. The King’s Conscription team is about the
countryside again, which bodes ill for all, should
the Kingdom find reason to require an army again.
Perhaps the great evil building is the link to all
these troubling tidbits. Though Darla’s delivery
of this information with a smile a twinkle in her
eye and a specially prepared breakfast for him made
Cristobol wish he could find other reasons to delay
the young woman he has developed a true fondness
for. Darla, such a demure and spritely lady. Worth
pursuing? Perhaps….
For now, Cristobol and his companions must become
the scalpel that needs to root out the evil that
has once again gained a foundation in the lands again….for
now…run from the goblins and keep his friends from
bleeding to death… |