Nyonia - Pauci Fortis

Reunion with my son
Khashi's Journal

I am still stunned. I never dared to let myself believe that it would happen – and I certainly never expected it to happen this quickly, or this easily.

I finally have my son!!! I have Dalan!!

Okay, everything isn’t perfect… yet. He still doesn’t know that I am his father. I will tell him that once he has had a chance to get to know me better. For now, he knows me only as a family friend.

When Junia first recommended that I take my story to the council, I was only expecting to get their approval to go after my son, and perhaps some help in case Dalan’s caretaker tried to have me arrested for kidnapping. But it turned out that they treated it as a full on custody hearing.

The hearing itself is still a blur. I barely remember what I said.

The council consisted of three city elders. I don’t even remember their names. Two of them looked at me with a bit of recognition, and even a bit of kindness. They had a truth teller, Canama, who ensured that everybody there spoke the truth. Dalan’s caretaker, Shria was there, along with the owner of the circus and several of the circus Koori.

I told my story first. I told them of Surtak, of his cruelty, of his exile from our homeland … and of his murder of both my family and his own. In my zeal to impress upon them just how much of a monster my brother is, I described in graphic detail the way that he mutilated the bodies of our families – both mine and his own.

I also told them of our later encounters in Turmeric Arbustum, and the murders he committed there. Of the confessions that he made, and his threats to murder Dalan if I did not let him live.

As Canama signaled that my words were true, I saw the look of horror, the look of pain upon Shria‘s face. It was clear that she loved my brother, and hearing my words was breaking her heart. I wondered how she could love such a monster. But I also felt sorry for her, and regretted that I had to cause her so much pain. But exposing the truth of Surtak’s evil was necessary to get my son back.

The council asked if I had any proof of my encounters with Surtak in Turmeric Arbustum. I had them bring out my grandfather’s sword. There was an audible gasp from Shria when she saw the sword, and a low growl from several of the circus Koori. They obviously recognized the sword as the one that Surtak had always carried. Shria confirmed for the council that this was Surtak’s sword.

The council asked if I had any witnesses, or anybody to speak for me. Both Junia and Ulgaden spoke on my behalf. They confirmed our encounters with Surtak, and what they had heard him say. Junia confirmed that Surtak was under the effects of her own truth telling spell during his confession.

The council called Shria to speak. She told of an entirely different Surtak than the one that I have known. She told of an honorable man, a kind and protective mate. She even described him as a good father. I was confused – how could she be talking of the same man who had abused and tortured me as a child, the man who had beaten his own mates and children. The man who had brutally murdered helpless women and children? But Canama confirmed that she was telling the truth. Or at least, the truth as she believed it.

I might have believed that my brother had changed, that he had decided to turn his life around… if I didn’t know of the murders that he had committed in Turmeric Arbustum. If I hadn’t heard the cruelty and the joy in his voice as he taunted me about his past deeds, and as he bragged about stealing my son and raising him to hate me. If I hadn’t seen the evil in his eyes as he told me that he would have Dalan killed.

I showed the council the markings of my family. They had an expert compare my markings to those carried by Dalan. The expert confirmed that Dalan is my son.

I asked if this meant that I could take my son home with me, but the council thought that it would be too much of a shock to Dalan if I were to rip him away from the only family that he has known. They want me to spend time with Dalan and get to know him before I reveal our true relationship. They ordered Shria to introduce me as a family friend, and to allow me to spend time with him. She wasn’t happy about it, but she agreed.

Starting the next day, I began to spend time at the circus, watching Dalan train, and then training with him. My own martial arts and acrobatics training served me well, and he was impressed at my ability to quickly learn and perform the acrobatic tricks with him. I was impressed by how smart, and how talented my son is. I can’t wait to get to know him better… and to be able to tell him who I really am.

My son joined the circus
Khashi's Journal

After the battle with the Gargun army and the Fire Elioud, it was tempting to take some time to rest and recharge. But we were on a tight deadline – we needed to reach Lecia before winter. We were already only days away from the Day of Wonder, and we did NOT want to be caught out in the open on that day. Maximus took on another mission and stayed behind, and Morwenna decided to stay with the family she knew in Nemora Ater.

The journey to Lecia was surprisingly uneventful. I guess when you are used to so many things going wrong, that when things are easy – you suspect that something big is coming.

We made it to Flumen Ancra Arcem with no issues. Ravinia and her family opted to stay on the boat. Apparently her father had gotten in a bit of trouble the last time he was in town, and thought that the city guard would not be too happy to see him. Roscoe of course, disappeared as soon as we landed. We hoped that he might somehow miss when we took off, and we could leave without him.

After securing rooms, baths and something to eat, we met with Cilla Aura, who is the Legatus Legionis for the city. We updated her with what had happened with the Gargun and Fire Elioud army, and gave her as much information as we had.

It was only another couple of days until the Day of Wonder, so we opted to stay in Flumen Ancra Arcem until after it had passed. It turned out to be a good idea, as the entire river froze solid overnight. Still, that was a relatively calm Day of Wonder, so we considered it a success. We departed a couple of days behind schedule, and unfortunately, Roscoe reappeared just in time to jump on the boat as we were pulling out. Curse our luck!!!

Our next stop was Viculus Furinus, which is where the river meets a huge waterfall. So huge that our barge had to be completely unloaded, transported to the bottom of the waterfall, and loaded on to another barge. There was a backlog to have the cargo unloaded, so we were forced to stay a couple of days. Viculus Furinus is also known to be a city of thieves, so we stayed close and avoided trouble as much as possible.

We arrived in Lecia a couple of days later. Junia took us to her family’s estate, which was very large and impressive. She offered to let us stay there for the winter, and we all gratefully accepted. Ulgaden and I decided to explore the city together, and shop to replenish our supplies. But first, I pulled Roscoe to the side and asked him to do a favor for me. I still had no idea where to even begin looking for where the circus folk might be staying, and I worried that they might be on the lookout for a Koori. So I asked Roscoe to poke about town and talk to his “shady” contacts and see if he could catch some news of where they might hang out.

After our day of shopping, we returned to the estate, and Roscoe updated me with what he had found out. It turns out that the circus wasn’t nearly as difficult to find as I expected it to be. I had thought that the circus was coming to town to ride out the winter, but it turns out that they were putting on nightly shows. I thanked Roscoe for his help, and secretly asked one of the servants to draw him a bath and a foot soak, and to bring him something to eat. I guess I should probably start being a little nicer to the little guy. I guess he isn’t ALL bad.

We decided not to waste any time and went to check out the circus that very night. I was a little worried that Ulgaden and I might stand out, but it turns out that my worries were unfounded. Lecia has many Koori, and nobody looked twice at us. We were able to get seats in the second row, which gave us a good view of the show. We noticed immediately that there were many Koori among the circus performers, including many Koori cubs of all ages.

I will admit that I did not pay much attention to most of the show. During the non-Koori acts, I was studying the crowd, and trying to peer behind the scenes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Koori that were back stage. When the Koori acts were performing, I studied each Koori intently, looking for a face I might recognize, trying to guess if any of them might be the Koori female that was keeping my son away from me. When the Koori cubs were performing, I watched each one of them closely, eliminating each one in turn – the wrong sex, too young, too old, not the right shade of brown.

But then I saw him!!! I saw my son Dalan!!! I was sure it was him!! It had to be!! It was the only male Koori cub who was the right age, and his coat was the right color. If only I could get close enough to him, to see if he carries the unique marking of our line.

We stayed for the rest of the show, although it took every ounce of self control not to try and force my way back stage, to try and get a closer look at the cub that might be my son. I spent the rest of the show watching the gap in the curtains, for the small glimpse I could see of backstage, hoping for another look at my son.

After the show was over, Ulgaden and I took up a position a distance away, where we could watch the people leaving the circus – waiting for the circus workers to leave so we could try to follow them to where they stay.

When they did finally appear, I watched closely and was able to identify the Koori who seems to be acting as Dalan’s caretaker, or mother figure. I watched closely to see how she interacted with him. If she treated him in a loving and motherly manner, or if she treated him the way that a guard might treat a prisoner. The answer to this question would determine if I thank her… or if I kill her. I was relieved to see that her treatment of him seemed to be of a caring nature.

We managed to follow the circus folk to a handful of small houses, and were able to identify which house Dalan and the Koori occupied. We watched for a short time, and noticed that there seemed to be quite a bit of guard activity between the houses. When it appeared that quite a few guards seem to be gathering at, and watching the Koori house, we decided to leave before we aroused suspicion. Now that I know where Dalan is, and I know that he is safe, I can take my time to make sure that I handle this correctly. The last thing I want to do is to cause them to pack Dalan up and take him somewhere else, where I might never be able to track him down again.

And there they were
Wangai Relfections

Well. Now I have had my second surprise since coming to Nemora. A while back I had this strange dream about these five people killing some big black cat. I would have chalked it up to the amount I had to drink at the party the night before, but anytime I thought of that dream I could clearly remember each of their faces. Then today, the captain of the guard ask me to go with a squad of his men to act as early warning for them should anything come at this bridge they were to guard. Hopefully that early warning wouldn’t be my dying screams. The assignment itself seemed to be a waste of the skills of such an exceptional individual as myself, but thats neither here nor there, we were talking about the dream people.

There I was sitting, hidden on a ridge near the bridge, when in the distance I see a party approaching. From that distance I could tell it was two of the cat people, five humans, and what looked like an ogre. Leaving my hiding place, I boogied back to the lieutenant in charge of the squad. When the group crested the ridge and crossed the bridge was when I got my shock; The two cat people and the three women were the people from my dream. Was the dream a dire warning or a tiding of good things to come. Only one way to find out. I decided then that they were obviously one Wangai short of a full deck, so to help these poor souls I would accompany them on their journey.

Bad news came fast though. First the cat folk were what I called “Old World Cats” still licking their wounds over some ancient defeat the ancient Wangai handed them. Oh well, I don’t much care about history, but if they get cranky, I’m sure I can handle whatever they would try. The second bit of bad news was that this group had had a run in with the one Wangai in the entire city-state that was a criminal and as such they were immediately suspicious of me. Great now picking their brains is going to be that much harder.

Well I rode back with them to town and tried to loosens things up with some conversation. Well let me tell you, that didn’t go well. Anyone tell you human women like compliments must be deep in their drink. Tell the one wearing armor she has nice legs and before you know it your trying not to fall out of your saddle because she cracked you upside the head. Head is still spinning. On the bright side, when they got back to town and met with the mayor I got a gist of what they had been up to. Looks like this Fire Elioud and Gargun thing is more serious than I thought. After they finished talking they started scattering and I got the feeling they were not interested in the least me going with them. Now worries, I’ll just get up a little early and meet them on the road, they’ll realize their mistake when the see me sitting there and beg me to come with them. Heck they already said where they were going, so they must secretly want me to tag along. First, I had to meet a friend and pass on what I had learned.

The next day I headed down the road a ways and kicked back to enjoy a quick smoke. No sooner had I finished than the group rounds the bend. By the look of it they already knew I was there. Cat people and their noses. I keep telling myself I should quit, but whats life without its little vices. Hopping on my trusty stallion without getting bit in the process, we set out at a swift pace to make Fort Mosca Pass before nightfall. If anyone tells you that riding ponies are gentle, they lie. They’re very mean spirited little monsters and seem to think their going to take payment in a chunk of your flesh.

Upon arrival at the fortress we saw a large camp of the Gargun camped in front of the fortress and in the nearby pass. After a quick conference amongst themselves one of the women began talking some strange language and waving her hands around, and I kid you not, turned into an eagle! Larani strike me down if I’m lying. Then the third woman begins doing something similar and weapons start glowing and other sorts of strangeness. Remind me definitely to never complement those two, they wont hit me over the head, they’d turn me into a newt or something equally unpleasant. Well of the first flies and we’re left sitting there, the women glaring at me when I try to strike up a conversation and the furry ones making jokes about the sports they like to play… using a Wangai as the ball. No love for a poor downtrodden adventurer these days, it’s a sad world we live in. As the cats were enjoying a graphic description of Wangai hide and seek, the eagle lady comes back gives a description of the camp and the fact that they seem to be trying to dam a creek for some reason. Well we realize there’s no way to approach the fortress directly and the magic ones start talking about mountainside ledges and magic stuff. Being the quick thinking, as well as handsome Wangai that I am, I decided I would head for the camp and see what I could learn and maybe I could cause a rucuss that would give them a chance to get in.

Leaving the group to their deliberations I quietly made my way towards the camp, coming to the dammed creek first. It seemed that a boulder had been placed in the creek, work of the Fire Elioud?, and the Gargun were haphazardly throwing logs, rocks, and anything else they could to build it up. It seemed that the creek went underground closer to the fortress and reemerged on the other side. Guess someone was looking for a quick way around the fortress. Not able to do anything about it, I continued further up to the camp. That was almost the end of yours truly right there. I’m being my normal clandestine self, and BAM, I run into a Gargun about to piss on the bush I was crawling out of. Well thanks to my lightning fast reflexes I manage to put my knife in his liver before he knew what hit him. Surprisingly he didn’t go down, anyone who tells you a Gargun aint tough is lying and you tell them I said that. Thankfully this particullar specimen was too busy choking on my knife to make much noise and my next blow laid him out. Rolling him into the bush I had a stroke of brilliance. Pull off the tunic, put the helmet on at an appropriately rakish tilt and ta-da! Pint sized Gargun.

Appropriately disguised, and now probably the handsomest Gargun on Nyonia, I made my way into the camp proper, more specifically to the twenty foot wall that had seemed to be a recent addition. Going to the backside of the wall I found the Fire Elioud, and the purpose of the wall became immediately clear. From the tree nearby I had found to climb, I could see on the far side of the pass more Gargun making large piles of boulders, and on the enourmous table the giants were standing around a rough map marking out distances. It seemed the Elioud were to be artillery in the upcoming battle and the wall was to give them cover from the fortress. Let me tell you, I didn’t like the way the odds of the battle were heading. Leaving the tree I found a nearby tent that belonged to one of the giants and went in to see if the was anything in there that would help in the upcoming battle. I would like to say it was as easy as walking to their camp table and rifling through the documents I found but when your all of three feet tall and the table is made to sit someone fifteen feet tall, getting to those documents practically involved climbing a mountain. And do you know what I found when I got up there? Parchment the size of a bed written in gobbledy gook that I didn’t understand a word of. No worries though, Momma Vortigern gifted yours truly with a picture perfect memory, and I made sure I would find someone in the fortress who could decipher it.

Deciding it was probably time to head back, I looked for a way to spice things up around here and give me an easier time to escape. Whats that I see? Pens filled with various animals used as food for the army, and some of them quite large and distressed? They’re making this too easy. Weakening the pens in strategically chosen places I went to the back side and started a small fire. Getting out of the way, I sat back and watched. what happened couldn’t have been more perfect if I had planned it myself. Wait, I did plan it! Terrified of the fire the animals broke loose and stampeded through the camp and thanks to the lay out of the pass pushed the army closer to the fortress. The soldiers were kind enough to greet their visitors with some well placed arrow fire thinning the ranks some. The fun came to an end when out of the sky a wyvern brought the stampede to a halt. That is an impressive beast let me tell you. Ruccus accomplished I made my way to the fortress and climbed the wall. You would think they would make a fortress harder to get into, but I guess for your average, not quite as handsome and nimble, mere mortal it is. Reaching the top I find my erstwhile companions had already gotten into the fortress. Here I am risking life and limb to bring them important intelligence and in the process thin the ranks by half at least, and here they are kicked back in the comforts of this fine fortification safe and sound. You would think they would at least thank me for all my hard work but what do they do? The women glare and the fluffy ones look like their trying to decide how high I would bounce if dropped from the top of this wall. Before they could give it anymore thought, the gates on the opposite side of the fortress let in a company of cavalry led by some soldier who they seem familiar with but the name I cant remember at the moment. Whatever it was, I went to find someone in charge and tell them what I had found. Those Elioud would have to be dealt with or this battle was going to be bloody and short.

There are vampires in that castle!!
Khashi's Journal

I knew that there was something wrong with this town. Ever since we arrived, there has been something nagging at the back of my brain. All of the little things… the constant shadows, ravens everywhere, garlic everywhere, missing women and children, a ruling overlord that people spoke of only in whispers. I had heard this stuff before. On the ship as I traveled across the seas from the Empire of the Oran to the Kingdom of the Seven Seas… the sailors told tales. As I traveled across the lands, everywhere I went, there were whispers, legends, nightmares. Blood sucking creatures of the night. Vampires.

It turned out that our precautions were unnecessary. The night passed and nobody came to steal our women in the night. Some of the local cats turned out to be extraordinarily friendly. Junia took pity on one and brought it in to her room. As we found out later, this turned out to be a mistake. Luckily it did not end as badly as it could have.

While we were eating breakfast, we were approached by a man in fancy clothes. We could tell immediately that something was off about him. He was extraordinarily clean, and doused in fancy perfumes… but underneath all of that, I could detect the odor of something foul and rotten. He introduced himself as Murmanus, chief of staff for Praetor Gado, the local nobility who “protected” the town. Murmanus came to deliver an invitation from Praetor Gado to join him and his wife, Helespa for dinner that night.

The trail to find Ravinia’s father led to the castle, so we accepted the invitation (with the condition that we be back to the inn before dark). We spent the day shopping for appropriate clothes for the fancy dinner. While talking with people in town, we learned that several of the town’s children had disappeared over the last several years.

With Ravinia’s help, we concealed our weapons amongst our clothes.. If Praetor Gado turned out to be what we suspected, we did not want to be unarmed.

Murmanus returned in mid-afternoon and escorted us to the castle. It was a relatively short walk, and on the way we passed over a guarded metal bridge that raised in the middle. This was the most metal that I have seen in one place in my entire time in the Land of the Five Spices. After we walked across, we looked back to see that the entire underside of the bridge on the village side was painted in symbols and markings. Morwenna identified the markings as belonging to various gods that oppose the forces of darkness.

We were treated to a short tour of the castle. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Praetor Gado was a bit arrogant, but not any more than you would expect from a man of his position. His wife Helespa was beautiful. Dinner was uneventful with the conversation kept casual. I found myself cornered by two human females, Aurelia and Villia, while the other members of our group also found themselves paired with a member of Gado’s staff.

After dinner is when Praetor Gado revealed his true colors. We were led in to another room, which contained a large figurine of a black cat. Ravinia immediately recognized the figurine as the one that her father came looking for. Gado admitted to Ravinia that her father had come to visit him… and even more, that her father was still there as his prisoner. He had Ravinia’s father brought in, and he was dirty, weak, beaten. When Ravinia told her father that we had found and cured her brother… and that her brother was safe, Praetor Gado laughed. And then he had her brother brought in. Apparently Gado had sent his men to the Last Chance Trading Post and captured her brother as well.

Gado admitted to us that he, and most of his people were vampires. He informed us that the figurine of the black cat was what kept the surrounding area covered in shadow, and allowed him and his men to walk about in daylight. He offered us a trade. He would return Ravinia’s father and brother to us, if we would take on a quest for him. He wanted us to retrieve water from pools at the Shrine of Siam and the Antiqui Medeis. This water would allow him to extend the range of the black cat’s shadow, and allow him and his vampires to travel freely through the entire Land of the Five Spices, including Lecia.

We told him that we needed time to think about it. He agreed to give us until tomorrow night. We returned to Mors Corvus to discuss it – although I think we were all in agreement that there is no way that we could give the vampires the power to travel across the land. As much as Ravinia loves her family, we can’t trade the lives of two for all of the people that the vampires will kill if they are given free reign.

Once back in our room at the inn, and after we had ensured that we were not being spied upon, we discussed our options. We all agreed that we could not do this quest. We decided that our best course of action was to break in to the castle and free Ravinia’s family, as well as the other people who were being held prisoner. After discussing options, we decided that the best plan would be to tell Praetor Gado that we WOULD do his quest, and then after we left town, sneak back in and catch them when they weren’t expecting us.

Morwenna told us that she had a spell that she had never used around us before. It would allow her to walk through the spirit world, unseen and able to walk through barriers. We guarded her body while she sent her spirit off to explore the castle. She discovered that there were MANY more vampires in the castle than we suspected. She counted nearly 40 vampires, plus some human guards. Down under the castle, she discovered a labrynth that contained many coffins, some ghouls… and a couple of rooms filled with their captives. She also found a place where we could sneak directly in to the underground caverns and hopefully bypass the majority of the vampires.

Banded Agate Pillars, and the angry town
Khashi's Journal

We spent the night at the abandoned mine. Ravinia seemed to be back to normal self, although she was very nervous about the empty mine. She was convinced that it was haunted. She may have had a point – when we woke up the next morning, the area was covered in a spooky, unnatural mist. We decided that nothing good could come of the mist, so we got out of the area as quickly as we could.

Traveling through the mountains turned out to be trickier than we expected. We had to make several detours to get around crevices and ravines. We eventually left the mountains and entered in to some swampy marsh lands. While out hunting on my own, I came across some unusual tracks. I decided to follow them for a bit to see what kind of creature they belonged to. I found a trio of some kind of walking crocodile creatures, who had just killed the deer I was originally tracking. I wasn’t sure if they were hostile or not, but decided that there was nothing to be gained by confronting them. I returned back to the rest of the group and told them what I had found. After some discussion, we decided that it was better to err on the side of caution, so Morwenna and I went back and wiped out our trail so that they could not follow us to our camp.

Early the next day, we found a butchered deer carcass beside the trail, along with the tracks of the crocodile creatures that I saw the day before. Looking around, we spotted them watching us from the trees. I waved at them, to let them know that we were aware of their presence. They returned my wave, so I gestured for them to come out and talk to us. Communicating with them was difficult. They spoke a little broken Scipian, but seemed to speak Morwenna’s native language better.

I didn’t catch everything that they said, only Morwenna’s account afterwards, but they call themselves “cauda”, and they had left us the deer as some kind of peace offering, worried that we might starve. I am sure that Morwenna informed them of my prowess as a hunter, and that I keep them well fed.

They gave us directions on how to find our way to the Banded Agate Pillars. They had never been there, but one of their father’s had, long ago. They warned us to be wary of gargun.

We found the Banded Agate Pillars pretty easily. They were not quite what I expected. The pillars themselves were large, smooth pillars with no obvious signs or markings. Morwenna and Junia were able to find some invisible magical markings that said that the pillars were a gateway to Siem’s Shrine. I picked up a dozen small agate stones. Surely they will come in handy at some point in the future.

We looked around the area for signs of Ravinia‘s father. There was nothing obvious at first, just a few old camp sites, and the remains of an old building. Ravinia eventually noticed a small stone marking, which is apparently something her father is known for. She found a note inside, that her father had headed to Mors Corvus (Death Raven), still searching for a cure for her brother’s werewolf curse.

We briefly discussed whether we should travel down to Siem’s Shrine, or continue on towards Mors Corvus, but very quickly decided that we should continue on in the direction Ravinia’s father had taken.

We found a deserted shack along the way. Just as we were about to leave, the owners returned. An old lady and her two adult sons, along with their small herd of goats (and sheep?). They invited us to share a meal with them, and told us that the rest of their family had ventured to Mors Corvus for supplies and had never returned. They warned us against going there. I promised the old lady that I would look for her missing family, and either return them to her, or avenge their deaths. They also told us that they remembered Ravinia’s father coming through. They invited us to camp outside, in the relative safety of their shack.

The next morning when we awoke, we discovered something strange. The family was gone, along with their goats and any sign that they had ever existed. The shack was deserted and had been for years. Morwenna summoned her spirit wolf, who told her that the entire thing had been an illusion. We do not know what it’s purpose was. It didn’t seem to have any intention of harming us. Maybe it was trying to warn us away from going to Mors Corvus)?

We continued on our way and reached Mors Corvus without any issues. There is something strange and creepy about this small town. Somehow the entire town falls under a shadow, even when the surrounding area is bathed in sunlight. The people dress in odd, plain garb, and the women are nowhere to be seen. The children don’t laugh or play, and everybody seems angry and unfriendly. There is an actual castle overlooking the town.

We went to the only inn in town (The Squinting Soldier), where we were greeted by the most unfriendly inn keeper in the entire Land of the Five Spices. The rooms were nothing out of the ordinary – other than the heavy bars and shutters on the windows. Even on the third floor!!

While eating dinner at the inn, we tried to eavesdrop on the conversations around us, trying to figure out what was “wrong” with the town. In keeping with what we had seen of it’s residents so far, even the people in the inn were grumpy and angry. The only thing really of interest that we overheard was that “somebody” may try to come for the women in the party during the night. Ulgaden and I will have to be sure to watch over them.

The Last Chance Trading Post
Khashi's Journal

I am pretty sure that the old man who runs the Last Chance Trading Post is crazy. I don’t think humans are suited for being alone, every human I’ve ever met who was on their own has been crazy.

It had only been a couple of days since we left Viculus de Adianua behind, so we didn’t really need any supplies, but we thought that maybe we could find some information about the Banded Agate Pillars, and possibly even Ravinia’s father.

The old man did remember Ravinia’s father coming through a year or so ago, and that he had headed in the direction of the Pillars. He couldn’t tell us too much about the Banded Agate Pillars, just that a lot of people went looking for them, and nobody ever came back. He said that there were a few small scattered mining camps, but not much else for civilized people.

He also asked us to deliver some supplies to a mining camp. It was on our way, so we agreed. If nothing else, the miners might be able to give us more information about the area. One of the supplies he asked us to bring was a jug of some disgusting alcoholic drink that the miners like. I thought it would make for good bargaining so I bought a couple more jugs of it to take with us.

Not much happened in our first couple of days through the mountains. We found the mining camp easily enough. I think the miners were more excited about the human females in our party than they were about the supplies that we brought them. They insisted that we spend the night, offering to roast a couple of goats for us. I brought out one of the jugs of the rotgut whiskey that I had brought along and passed it around. They started to play some crude musical instruments and convinced Morwenna to get up and dance with them. I was amused at the way that they fawned over Morwenna and the other’s, but kept a close eye on them to make sure that none of them got out of line.

Ulgaden tried some of the rotgut whiskey and found that it doesn’t agree too well with Koori stomachs. He sacrificed his dinner to the forest gods and returned looking rather green.

The miners warned us that there was a hostile village in the direction that we were headed. They warned us to avoid them.

While checking out another abandoned mine, we noticed the tracks of a Gargan hunting party. We decided that if we left the gargan alone, they would eventually find our tracks and would come after us. We decided that it would be better to confront them when we were prepared, and in a place that we chose – rather than have them sneak up on us in the middle of the night.

Ravinia seemed to be especially distracted today, almost as if she wasn’t there. So we suggested that she stay at the abandoned mine and guard the mules while we tracked down the gargan. Normally she would want to join the battle, but today she seemed content to stay behind and meditate.

The gargan hunting party turned out to be much larger than we expected it to be. There were 15 of them, and they were of the larger, tougher variety. They were tracking a buffalo and didn’t spot the ambush that we had set up for them.

Morwenna dropped her swarm of bees down in to the center of them, which sowed panic among most of them. Ulgaden and I picked off the gargan that exited the swarm at the front of the group, while Junia and Morwenna picked off the ones at the back. The ogre, as always, just waded through cleaving gargan with that giant sword. Between us, we made rather quick work of the gargan hunting party, taking no real damage ourselves.

Putting Turmeric Arbustum behind us
Khashi's Journal

It has been many weeks since I have updated my journal. The things that I have learned have turned my life upside down and I needed some time to process everything. I thought that I was alone in this world, that my entire family was gone forever. But now I know that this is not true. Dalan, my youngest son, is still alive.

After I defeated my brother, Ulgaden and I made a pact. We would not leave town without killing Kelus Riga. As much as I wanted to add the death of my brother to this promise, until I knew the truth about my son, I had to let him live.

There were some changes made to our little band of adventurers. It was decided that Obadiah would go on ahead with the caravan, and that Maximus would accompany him. The rest of us would stay behind to protect Junia, taking a longer side journey to pick up more cargo, and meet up with the rest of the caravan later. To replace Maximus, Junia hired Ravinia, a mercenary who was not affiliated with either of the factions in town. Ravinia seems quiet, but capable.

Ulgaden left town to perform the Koori burial rites on the remains of his mate. This is a very personal and private ceremony so I wished him well but did not intrude.

I met with Castis Tofilo, the leader of the Blue faction and discussed my situation with my brother. He filled in some missing information about my brother’s actions since he came to town and confirmed that Surtak had been accompanied by a child when he arrived in town. He gave me my first real lead – that my brother had been traveling with a circus, and a female Koori, and that when the circus left town, the female Koori and the child went with it.

We were warned that the Riga clan were planning to retaliate against us for our humiliation of Kelus and my brother. We decided that it would be best if we set up camp outside of town. But they were determined to have their revenge and attacked us in the middle of the night. It did not go well for them.

Being the cowards that they are, of course they struck us in the middle of the night. Unfortunately for them, Koori are creatures of the night, and we heard them tromping through the darkness like a herd of buffalo. And as further proof that the Gods smile upon us, Ulgaden had returned hours before, so we were at full strength.

To their credit, they did come in full force, with a large number of warriors, and a powerful wizard, as well as my brother Surtak and Kelus Riga.

My overconfidence led me to make what could have been a fatal mistake. They had a band of a dozen archers who were raining arrows down upon our camp. I charged them to force them to put down their bows and defend themselves. That is when the wizard revealed himself, raising a mighty wall of stone to cut me off from the rest of my companions. This is also when my brother revealed himself, attacking me from the darkness. He had planned to isolate me from my companions, forcing me to fight him and the dozen archers alone. Luckily, the wizard had underestimated how quick a Koori is on his feet, and placed the wall so that one end of it was close enough for me to reach. I was able to duck around the wall, actually using it for protection from the archers and drawing my brother to where he would be forced to fight me alone in the kind of fight my brother hates – a fair one.

Ulgaden charged forward, when Kelus Riga revealed himself in the darkness, attempting to attack Ulgaden by surprise. Once again, the humans underestimated the quickness of the Koori, and his ambush of Ulgaden failed. They locked in a deadly battle, but I was too busy trying to stay alive to make note of the details. I have seen Ulgaden in battle and had faith that he would overcome Kelus.

As I expected, my fight with my brother was much tougher this time. He had covered himself from head to toe in solid armor, leaving no weaknesses for me to exploit. Since I had taken our Grandfather’s greatsword from him, he had switched to a broadsword and shield, making him even harder to hit. I was forced to fight a much more defensive fight, but finally got in a lucky shot that felled him.

Meanwhile, Ulgaden had quickly dispatched Kelus, and was taking the time to remove his head – ensuring that he would never take another innocent life. Morwenna, Ravinia and Junia had dispatched the archers and the rest of our ambushers, and were closing in on the wizard. I quickly joined them, and when he realized that he was outnumbered and alone, the wizard surrendered. He traded his life, and the life of his men for what information he could give us. There wasn’t actually much to tell that we didn’t already know (that he had been hired by Masus Riga to murder us), but it gave us the definitive proof that we needed. We also learned that Masus had sent the majority of his forces after us, leaving Turmeric Arbustum heavily weighted towards Castis Tofilo’s Blue forces.

Once again I was faced with the dilemma of what to do with my brother. He agreed to answer my questions, in exchange for my word not to kill him. Reluctantly, I agreed. Junia used one of her spells to ensure that he didn’t lie to me, and I gathered as much information from him as I could. I was able to learn for certain that my son does still live, and that Castis’ information was correct – that he was with Surtak’s mate with a traveling circus.

If my brother thought that I was going to set him free again, he was sorely mistaken. I had promised him his life, not his freedom. With Ulgaden at my side, I escorted him back to Turmeric Arbustum, to ask Castis Tofilo to find a deep, dark hole to put him in.

When we reached Turmeric Arbustum, we learned that a war had broken out. With Masus Riga sending the majority of his thugs to try and kill us, he left himself underpowered, and Castis Tofilo had taken advantage of the situation, taking control of the town.

In exchange for the help that we had given him in taking over the town, Castis Tofilo agreed to imprison my brother. When my son is safe in my arms again, I will return to give my brother the death that he deserves.

Castis was also able to give me some more information. He had managed to find a flyer for the traveling circus that Surtak had arrived with, and that his mate and my son were currently traveling with. Unfortunately there is no way to find their current location. The best that I can do is to meet them in Lecia, where they will go to camp for the winter.

Before we left town, Ulgaden and I had planned to kill Masus Riga for his attempt to murder ourselves and our friends, but Castis warned us that Masus had barricaded himself in his home with a large number of mercenaries to protect him, and that it would be suicide for us to attempt to get to him tonight. He also warned us that Masus would not forget the damage we had done to his clan, and that we had murdered his son, and that he would send assassins after us. We agreed to leave town without killing Masus, but agreed between ourselves that we would come back some day and finish the job.

Ulgaden had one final act of revenge against Kelus Riga. By stealing a portion of his mate’s body, Kelus had prevented her from entering the afterlife. He thought it only fair that Kelus suffer the same fate. He dismembered Kelus’ body, and vowed to scatter the pieces in remote places, so that Kelus’ soul would never rest. I agreed to help him in this quest.

Following the Trail

Ahh…to be on a horse again. If only it were on the plains of my homeland, instead of through the forest, but I have many cultures to study. Besides Obidiah and his family (the culture I originally chose to study), I have two Koori and a Maurya to study as well.
A note on the Koori, they seem especially restless almost like they wish they were going faster. Haven’t they learned from their travels that humans tend to be slower than Koori and someone from the army (oh I did my research before I left) can’t travel fast because their horses are not designed for that and they carry so much stuff.
The trail isn’t too hard to follow, I mean how can they hide the trail of twenty people carrying 3,000 silver? It was good to interact with the natives out of a town setting. I have some good questions to ask. For example, is it custom to offer bad fruit juices on the side of the road to travelers? The boy selling the juices did say we were about a day behind and they had taken a lot of juice with them. This was evident by a huge barrel being smashed a little ways down the road. I guess they found out the juice wasn’t so good.
After Khashi does a little scouting ahead he comes back with word that a party of humans had been killed by huge hominoids. When the rest of us arrived at the scene I informed the group that ogres had attacked the party. Khashi wanted to try and rescue them, but I informed him that the humans were probably dead and we could get lost or worse killed as well. Khashi seems concerned with helping the innocent. I have determined from my study of Ulgaden, that this is not a Koori trait, but seems that caring for innocents is more to do with who Khashi is as a person than as a natural trait.
To throw us off Muin, or someone in his group, created a false trail. We followed it for a while, but we eventually got back on the right trail. It put us a little behind, but we still were making significant progress.
We were planning on ambushing Muin and his men, but when heard the sounds of combat ahead, we knew we could no longer wait. We charged into battle, or Maximus and Atasuki did on Maximus’ horse. Ulgaden and Kashi began to engage opponents on foot. I summoned my Nataska and then spirit walked away. I was not getting anywhere close to combat. I began to spirit walk in a wide circle, doing my best to avoid any guards. When I felt safe enough to spirit walk closer to the battle I saw Khashi attacking Maximus. Now that was not what I expected. When I looked around I saw the Oldwun Mage. The man I had been looking for. He most have created a spell to make Kashi turn against Maximus. I set up my Kokopelli to create the illusion thatMaximus was dying. That way the two of them can finish doing more important things, like dealing with the mage. Maximus on his horse still, charges over the wall of guards and attacks the mage killing him in one blow. The guards were either injured, dead or have run away thanks to my Nataska, Ulgaden, Kashi and Atasuki. Maximus did attack some of the guards before the whole mishap with Maximus and Kashi.
Since the mage was dead, his familiar began to eat him. The others made a move to kill it, but I told them not to since after it had its fill of its former master’s flesh it would leave and return to the wild. A little down the trail we found the money all scattered around. We collected as much as we could. We found no sign of Muin, but that was to be expected. We took all the guards that were still alive with us to the nearest guard post. At the guard post we left all the guards except for the guard that was from the Realm of Frost and seemed to be second in charge. On the way back to Nemora Ater, (On my watch, no less. A thousand curses to who ever gave this man both strength and wits, people who are evil should only have one of those.) the guard attack me and ran away. Most likely the man would get killed by something that lived in the woods, or would get lost and die in the woods. We returned to Nemora Ater and gave the money back. The people were so thankful and also a little surprised to see us. I guess people don’t keep their promises around here. Strange.
I did not mention that I had summoned the Kokopelli, or that I had sprit walked. I don’t know how the rest of the party would react. They seemed okay with me summoning Angak and Kweo, but those were helpful where as these might make them afraid of me.

Day 36
Ravinia's Journal

It has been thirty-six days since I received the first letter. Now I have found the fifth, and heard that my father and brother may both be alive. This still leaves me even more mysteries: why did they leave, if they left willingly, and why did they stay away? Collecting creatures for a circus, as that storyteller said? I admit the thought angers me, but I know too much of the sorts of magic that can change a person to be willing to blame them yet. I will discover the root of all of this.

I have signed on to guard a caravan. It is strange finding myself a sword-for-hire, but they will pay and cover my travel expenses, and I must be practical. There is one of the cat people here, and I find that I am very wary of him. I have heard of their hair-trigger tempers and volatile natures, and do not intend to let any of his kind surprise me.

I must figure out what this map and these riddles mean. I know I will, given enough time to think on them.

I Choose Blue
Khashi's Journal

We stayed in Parvus Turmeric Arbustum for a few more days after we returned the people that had been captured by the gargun. The towns people treated us like heroes, and spent several days celebrating. But Junia had a schedule to keep, so the caravan set back out on the road towards our next destination. We learned that we would be arriving there just as an annual celebration would be occurring.

We had several fairly uneventful days on the road before we reached the next town. Turmeric Arbustum was a larger village than any of the others we had visited so far in these lands. When we reached the town, we quickly noticed that the town was divided amongst two factions. Most of the houses and businesses were flying banners of either red or blue. The town was overrun with seedy looking characters, most of whom were also wearing some type of red or blue markings. We received some rather ominous warnings about the town having “two bosses”.

We decided to look around a bit before we committed to where we would be staying. Junia found a neutral spot outside of town to store the caravan wagons. Ulgaden and I did a quick scouting of the three inns that we had to choose from. The first inn was flying the colors of red, and we received some rather hostile looks and comments from scum who were hanging around it. The second inn was flying the colors of blue, and the men around it didn’t look any more friendly. The third inn seemed to be neutral, so we claimed the few remaining rooms that were available.

Junia conducted her business with representatives from both the Red and Blue factions. I did my best to keep an eye on her, just in case any trouble broke out. I figured that it was as much my duty to guard HER as it was her caravan. She also found a lead on where to sell the rare herbs that we had picked up in Heldir’s lair.

The next day, Junia and Morwenna headed out of town to meet with the buyers for the herbs. We offered to accompany them, but they insisted that they would be perfectly safe. So Maximus, Ulgaden and I decided to check out the local celebration and see about participating in some of the competitions.

We expected the competitions to be in good fun, but they very quickly turned deadly serious.

Ulgaden entered the combat competition, and even before he faced his first opponent, he encountered somebody that he had a past connection to. One of the other men in the competition was Kelus Riga, who was the son of the patriarch of the Red gang. Kelus was also the reigning champion, undefeated for many years. But the thing that drew our attention was his hat – Kelus was wearing a hat with a band made from the skin of a Koori. The sight angered me, but I could tell that Ulgaden was filled with a rage unlike any I had ever seen in him before. Ulgaden challenged Kelus, wagering his crystal blades against Kelus’ hat. It was a tough fight, but Ulgaden managed to defeat Kelus and claimed the hat as his prize. He had to be reminded that this was a non-lethal fight or he would have killed Kelus.

It was only after the fight was over that Ulgaden told me his story. That Kelus was one of the men who had murdered his mate, and was wearing her skin as a trophy. My answer to Ulgaden was simple – “When are we going to kill him?” We spoke in Koori to prevent anybody from overhearing us, and made our plans that we would not leave town without making Kelus pay for his crimes with his life. Maximus could tell that we were planning something, and cautioned us several times that we should not make trouble in the town – that it would hinder Junia’s future business.

I was surprised to hear a familiar voice calling out my name. I turned to see my brother Surtak on the other side of the combat field. Of course he was wearing red and wielding the crystal sword of our grandfather. He called me a coward and bragged to his followers that he would kill me. He ordered the combat field to be cleared and challenged me to meet him. Filled with rage, of course I accepted.

I turned to one of the Blue gang members behind me and asked to borrow his blue scarf. I tied it around my arm. I had chosen my side. If my brother had aligned himself with the Red, then I would fight on the side of the Blue. Before I stepped on to the battle field, I turned to Ulgaden and Maximus and told them “No matter what happens to ME, that Koori MUST die”. They didn’t understand why, but they agreed.

Despite my rage, I knew that I had to be cautious and fight smart. Surtak was a powerful, dangerous Koori and one of the best fighters that I had ever seen. He could very easily kill me with a single blow from our grandfather’s sword. My only advantage was that he was overconfident and still viewed me as the little brother that was no challenge to him. I would prove to him that I had grown up.

I allowed him to make the first strike. As expected, it was a powerful overhead strike that would have cut me in half if it had landed. But I anticipated it, and easily knocked it aside with my batons. This also left Surtak exposed, and I quickly struck him twice with the tip of my batons – once in the kidneys and once in the throat. He wasn’t expecting such a furious attack, and they left him surprised and stunned. Gasping and clutching at his throat, he dropped to his knees, and then fell on his face. I had gotten lucky, and was not about to give him a chance to recover.

I picked up our grandfather’s sword with my tail and flipped it back to Maximus and asked him to guard it for me. I then turned to Surtak with my claws bared. I intended to end his miserable life and make him pay for everything that he had done. A wall of his Red companions surged forward towards me. I looked behind me and saw that an equal number of men in Blue was stepping forward to face them. Although they didn’t yet know me, at this moment in time, I was the Blue’s chosen champion.

I raised my claw, ready to rip out Surtak’s throat. His eyes fluttered open and he said something that stopped me in my tracks. He told me that one of my cubs was still alive, that he had stolen my youngest, rather than kill him. He told me that if I killed him, that the cub would die. I hesitated, unsure of whether I should believe him… but there was too much at risk. I couldn’t take the chance.

With a final roar of rage, I used my claw to slice open his cheek… a mark to remind him of our encounter. In exchange for his life, I made him promise to return my cub to me. I released him, and surrounded by his men, he slunk away in defeat.

I knew that I had gotten lucky and caught him off guard this time. The next time we fight, he will be prepared and will not take me so lightly. I may not survive the next encounter, but I swear that one way or another, my brother will die.


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