02-02-2007, 06:50 PM
Third tenday of Mirtil, fourth-day,
Good Oak, The Vast
So raven's bluff it is. A good choice. It is the fastest and arguably safest route. But they still have to get there, and the road is long, with its own dangers. Not the least of which is themselves. I don't think I can properly relate the sinking feeling I saw as yet another argument broke out among my subjects, and watched it spiral out of control. Twice. The first was in the tavern, and thank the gods it was halted from escalating through an appearance by Alkaios. It was only a temporary truce. On the road they continued sqaubbling, then fist fighting, until Thamunal the dwarvish rouge drew his blade. Oh how I wished for Alkaios to return to stop them. But he did not. Whompt slew Thamunal with a single mighty swing. Perhaps this was a bit of wisdom on the mighty being's part, not to intervene. It would show them he would not always be there one, and two it would let the problems work themselves out. But one of my subjects was dead and I despaired nonetheless. Until his body disappeared.
Hours later and much road behind the group Thamunal returned and seemed less... confrontational in the process. It was good they were finally showing some union. They were soon to come face to face with a orc-fashioned toll. Four of the beasts stood there proclaimed the road under Alkaios's jurisdiction, and demanded gold to pass. The party saw through the thinly veiled ruse and clashed. My hopes for a unified party was shaken when they once again bickered over the spoils.
They are in Good Oak now, a handful of huts and houses. Lets hope they can keep it together.
Good Oak, The Vast
So raven's bluff it is. A good choice. It is the fastest and arguably safest route. But they still have to get there, and the road is long, with its own dangers. Not the least of which is themselves. I don't think I can properly relate the sinking feeling I saw as yet another argument broke out among my subjects, and watched it spiral out of control. Twice. The first was in the tavern, and thank the gods it was halted from escalating through an appearance by Alkaios. It was only a temporary truce. On the road they continued sqaubbling, then fist fighting, until Thamunal the dwarvish rouge drew his blade. Oh how I wished for Alkaios to return to stop them. But he did not. Whompt slew Thamunal with a single mighty swing. Perhaps this was a bit of wisdom on the mighty being's part, not to intervene. It would show them he would not always be there one, and two it would let the problems work themselves out. But one of my subjects was dead and I despaired nonetheless. Until his body disappeared.
Hours later and much road behind the group Thamunal returned and seemed less... confrontational in the process. It was good they were finally showing some union. They were soon to come face to face with a orc-fashioned toll. Four of the beasts stood there proclaimed the road under Alkaios's jurisdiction, and demanded gold to pass. The party saw through the thinly veiled ruse and clashed. My hopes for a unified party was shaken when they once again bickered over the spoils.
They are in Good Oak now, a handful of huts and houses. Lets hope they can keep it together.
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When in doubt: It was sarcasm.