Birthright - 4th Edition

The Power of a Name, The crushing of snow.

We finally sat down and worked out a name, my previous idea was much to wordy. We settled on something that rolled off the tongue, CSI, short for Cold Steel Initiative.

Getting that matter of business out of the way allowed us to focus on our next job.

Yuri the younger hired us to find Yuri the older.

For finding him, we get paid regardless if he's dead or alive… 500 each if we find him alive or 200 if he's dead.

On investigating the sight he disappeared from, we came to the belief that it was not Orogs who abducted him as expected.

Calling on an eye from the sky, Kahles led us to a blatently obvious ambush of snow monsters… Which we quickly dispatched. 

The truth behind what happened will hopefully be found in the abandoned mine before us…

Return to Civilization!

At last! We have returned to civilization.

The assault on the Orag encampment went fairly smoothly, no severe difficulties.
On return we were given "the best boat available" and we sailed to the nearest port city.
It felt good to be around a port again!

And I was pleased to learn that news of my prowess as an Orog slayer had spread.
We considered leaving immediately, but instead decided to milk my reputation and earn some coin.

To help us with that task, we did discuss naming our group, after all a memorable name is critical for success!

We have a handful of suggestions, but really none of them cut it…

  • (Evzen's) Merry Men
  • The Orog Hunting Company
  • Anuiran East Cerilia Trading Company
  • East Sea Traders or the East Sea Company

Since we are building off my fame, I may just declare we are "The M.M.A.C", short for "The Merry Marauders Adventure Company". (or maybe Merry Marauders Eastern Trade Company)
Its a compromise using something from everyone.

Assuming the price is right our first task will be undertaking a small rescue operation.

That's all for now.
Liriel's diary - Second entry

Battle scarred and bruised, I woke in an unfamiliar bed. I blinked at in the candle light and barely made out the sobbing figure keeping vigil over me. I reached out to stroke that familiar hair…he had found me again…after all these years…he found me. A cry of “mom”snapped me back to the present. Of course he wasn’t here. Fiara, our daughter. My Fiara, my little fiery one…what happened?

I remembered the old Rjurik king. He had fallen in battle as we beat back the orog forces. The keep burned around us, but some how the king’s eye’s snapped open and he surged forward to chase after the retreating scarred orog champion. We panicked. We were bloodied and bruised. We had lost most of the guard forces of the keep. Javiero was still unconscious and Kenrick had just recently been revived. Majid and I were horrified as the king began his berserker charge against the Scarred Champion again with Govannon chasing after him to support him. We all chased after the king, not knowing what we were going to get ourselves into.

The Scarred Champion was focused on his retreat as we hounded him through the outskirts of the castle. We knew that if he reached the causeways and alleys of the city itself, he was as good as gone. The Rjurik king traded blows with his foe but ultimately fell in battle once again, this time for good. Though the battle raged around us, the power of his blood flowed out and around to us and throughout the city. There was no time to mourn the king because the Scarred Champion continued his retreat. Govannon’s iron filing monster harried him to the left and I tried to cut off his escape route. None of us were prepared for what followed. Where the fallen king’s body lay, there was a shudder and his skeleton exploded out from his flesh, eyes glowing, the monstrosity continued the fallen king’s assault on the Scarred Champion. Though terrifying, it was quickly dispatched.

I fell in battle shortly there after, but my poor daughter relayed the rest of the harrowing ordeal. She cried hysterically in telling of how she struck the blow that ended the Scarred Champions life. My poor little one had never killed another living being. I tried to comfort her as best as I could, but I knew there was much left to do.

As soon as I was able I sought out Eoindeln, the elven ambassador whom I had met briefly before the siege. He was no where to be found. I continued to look while the others took to various means to make themselves helpful to the survivors of the siege. Fiara and I found a letter writen in Sidhelien from him, but it was not what we expected. I took the letter to Majid and showed him the warning Eoindeln had left. It seemed the king’s sons were coming home, and they were not friends of my people. We gathered the rest of the Six and prepared to make a hasty retreat before we found ourselves in the midst of possible waring heirs.

We gathered in the stables and as we were about to embark on our journey home, Javiero noticed the horses were spooked about something and it appeared there were wolf prints in the stables. We followed them briefly and came face to face with perhaps the largest wolf I have ever seen. The wolf spoke the language of man well enough and claimed to be the fallen King Bervinig. He instructed us to take the helm of Jarl Skappa for his sons were not worthy to wear it and told us we must also retrieve the ring from where we found the helm. We stood there dumbfounded as the wolf bound away after delivering his message and disappeared off the cliffs near the shore. Govannon went back to retrieve the helm and we found ourselves heading back to the forgotten tomb.

We left the children guarding the entrance, not thinking we would be long. Little did we realize we would be gone long enough to worry. We found a hidden staircase and began our descent down into the forgotten catacombs looking for the ring. As I finish up this entry, I hope we can make a swift escape from these lands and head back home.

Burnt Note, Translated
From Vos to Anuerian to Low Brecht

M – It was found by one of the side entrances long ago after the battle of Halskappa, or something Castle to that effect. The Anuerian definition is sketchy at best, so I’m making do with what I’ve got here. Going from one language to another is tricky enough; tack on a third and… well, you know. You’re in class with me. Anyway, here you go. – J

—so worried and angry. Why attack senselessly? Do not know if child will make it. Praying to Kenrick’s god that he does, as he seems to bless the healing around here. Discouraged on how battle went. Many parts of the city burnt or destroyed, leading up to [Halskappa]. King is in bad way: can feel it. Antlers exhausting him, ring getting him up when he should be down. ‘Lo, do I see his fathers, and his mothers, and all of them that go back to the beginning’, and yet Miri do not even remember when this all started, this battle. It went on fiercely. Quickly. …forever. And one got away.
One. Got. Away.
Am proud of children for fighting, even though they were told to stay safe and hidden. Must face facts that child Jude might die. If he die, Miri give him proper Vos burial. If anyone complain, Miri will do it alone. Will take rat as tattoo trophy, and totem in honor of child Jude, if he die. Have better understanding of that whole situation now.
…Miri going to kill that bastard who struck Jude.
Going to kill him dead.

…might want to go back and write better, second letter, so as to not upset family…

One step closer to civilization...

My friend,
I apologize but I do not feel like writing much now. Playing translator for my associates has left me fairly drained.
We questioned the heretic today and have come to an agreement. We help her retrieve her stone and she takes us to the nearest city… With the strong suggestion we get out of Vos as soon as possible.
We haven't learned much that would aid us yet, but at least we have a little to work with. Apparently the Gnoll is a minion of the heretic. The mushroom men are enemies of her since she seeks to drive them out of the caverns. The last bit of info we gleamed is that the stone is apparently sensative to bloodline… And it is highly likely that she is blooded… Though from which diety I don't know…
Its time to gear up and get the stone…
Be safe… I'm sure we will be fighting soon.

Do you know the mushroom man?

I am quite pleased I focus on ranged weapons… While the others are busy cleaning the blood and spores off their gear, I have the chance to write to you.

At last we can rest, Kahles is completely sure we are safe and I don't have the energy to question him.

We brought back the heretic and her stone and were taking a brief rest when we heard a commotion from the mushroom forest. Apparently three mushroom men wanted the stone… I have no clue why, and I have no clue why nothing bad happened when they took it… It sure looked trapped to me… Those lines of energy tying it to the heretic…

The battle with them was fierce, but we killed two of them before the finally one got the stone and fled. Regretably none of us could hit the fleeing fungi…

Tomorrow we interrogate the prisoner and resume our exploration.


A heretic appears!

Dear friend,

This will be short for I am exhausted… This crew I have assembled seems to have boundless energy. Even after a long battle, and lugging our supplies to a secure location, they are still forging on ahead.

I personally want a nap, but they are so eager to hunt down the heretic that it would just be cruel of me to hold them back.

We did not get into the building quickly enough to prevent the sacrifice, but at least we made sure that most of them paid for it… The priestess escaped and we are hot on her trail… Kahles was quite vocal about making her pay, and the others were scared of chasing the gnoll through the toxic mushrooms… 

We shall see what today holds…

Blood Makes The 'Shrooms Grow

Once again I fear this will be a short missive my friend. The screaming in the background is highly distracting. I'm just waiting for the muscle to kick down the door so we can get a little peace and quiet. And potentially do a good deed.

We delayed longer than we should have before fording ahead, allowing the gnoll and his minions to prepare for our arrival, but the delay was well worth it. We found a handy (literally) weapon rack with enough gear to make everyone happy. The hand crossbow I found was supurb. Maybe now I can fully utilize my skills.

The next battle took place at an underground farm. The gnoll appears to be using human bodies to fertilize the giant mushrooms. It is unknown what end he hopes to achieve, hopefully we catch and interrogate him soon.

We learned under a hail of poorly shot bolts than the gnoll has human lackies as well. They appeared to be followers of the Ice Queen, but they died too quickly to get any real info out of them. Unsurprisingly we encountered even more constructs.

I could go on about how we slew them, even though they had the advantage, but really what need do I have of further touting my glory?

After we slaughtered his troops the gnoll fled yet again. He dove down the toilet and fled deeper into the mushroom farm below us. Next time he won't escape.

A letter from the underground...

My dear friend, I write you once more while taking a five minute break from battle.
My adventuring company and I have discovered a remarkable land under these frozen wastes. We have discovered the land where the One Armed Gnoll is king.
He seems to have a lonely existence, so far the only "life" we have encountered were demonic toys. The goelms seemed to delight in attacking us unprovoked.

While we camped last night, we realized there was a blocked passage in the back of the cave. Since we need to take several days to prep the bear remains for traveling it was only logical that we explore it. After all exploring here meant we wouldn't stray far from our catch.

The first wave of monsters we encountered was fairly easy to put down. I wasn't aware machines could have a maniac look in their eyes, but somehow they did. One even was chained to the wall it was so berserk… Regrettably it also had a ballista.

The gnoll himself managed to escape down the tunnel… We will see him again shortly I'm sure. I already hear the steps of the second wave.
To victory!

Scribbled Notes

*Notes scribbled in Basajari, on random pieces of paper in Majid’s pack.

Field battle: successful, routed wererat forces. Gallaway’s Six in command of squads, good coordination. Elite troops performed very well, were able to flank their forces. Need to get subcommander’s names, details are important.

Swamp battle: disgusting, stayed in boat. Waves of wererats, Gallaway urging us on. Everyone fought better with his around, very inspiring. Consider starting epic, he’d be good subject. What language rhymes best? Definitely leave out all the mud, not good for story.

Palisade battle: more wererats, hopefuly troops got any we missed pushing through to here. Bottomless pit??? How’d they even dig that? Leader got away, distracted us with powerful magics and skeletal-wererat-things. Figured out wererats working for something bigger. Maybe awnshegh created them. Need to chase down leader. Need to research ritual we found. Should write this out for histories or as poem once resolved.