Sunday, 17 February 2013

{Ash} Some time has passed.



A lot has happened since I last committed my thoughts to paper - namely the further loss of travelling companions, the addition of new ones and our ‘introduction’ to the Red Knight.

They say the Red Knight is a champion Varenna as she has been known to select a mortal to bestow her patronage upon.  Whatever or whoever he truly is is hard to say.  The only certainty is his prowess in battle and revelry in bloodshed.  When confronting him we were sent home with our tails between our legs like some Ebon cur.  It pains me to admit we must grow stronger if we are to fight him again.  So we are to return weary and dejected to The Mire.

Master Lae’den got captured on a mission to an enemy keep to gather information on the Red Knight.  He went to investigate an overhead passage of the dungeons but he never found his way out of the labyrinthine prison.  We did see him again – captured by the Red Knight and in chains. We hope to free him but who knows what evil may befall him.  However, it was in those very dungeons we met our newest travelling companion.

Our new companion Mistress Brenna Battleshy is a well mannered and patient soul.  She has a stubborn and self righteous attitude – I believe this comes from her previous path as a priestess of Varenna.  I have never met one who serves the Bloody Mistress that is not full of self importance and obstinate.  Yet her moods are tempered by her new calling as a holy cleric of Ginley.  Despite not knowing Haldor or I terribly long she throws herself willingly into battle & bestows Ginley’s gifts upon us freely.  

I know she often views some of my beliefs…  Distasteful.  We came to blows over the treatment of a prisoner; she disapproved of my methods of obtaining information. Oh well, I will know to hide them better next time.  In spite of myself I feel like I am developing a fondness for Brenna and her pompous flustering.  Of course I would certainly not tell her as I enjoy our coolly polite conversations.

The name Dranon Magnir is known to some collectors of history. My own patron told me he lived as a bard, doing much as bards do today – travelling, singing, storytelling.  We found an effigy mound and upon instruction we made our way inside.  As expected it was filled with trappings of Dranon’s life and his resting place.  As expected with my liege lord nothing is ever as it seems – the Fae being such… whimsical people.  The skeleton resting on the altar came to life and has been following us ever since.  Dranon is certainly an amiable travelling companion as he is unable to talk.  Fortunately for us he joined the party before Roug’ left meaning we were not left at too great a disadvantage.

The druid and the rogue just left us one night never to be seen again. I can only assume they had more pressing matters to attend to or perhaps they grew weary of our quest.  No matter it came to a point where they started becoming more of a hindrance than a help.  Ailsa started refusing to fight with us and Roug’ grew more selfish as the journey continued.  In spite of their actions I wish them no ill. 

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