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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