Shaintar Legends Awaken: Rangers of the Greenway Road; Regional Command-Echer'Naught

Campaign Report 47
The Doom of Echer'Naught

Colonel Baron Wolfhaven, Alexander
Commander of the Legio Heroes
Regional Command at Echer’Naught, Olara

Twenty First Day of Thunder Hawk, Year 3124 Under the Light

For hours I struggled with the Kal attack and our best course of defense. We were simply too outnumbered and had too few troops to hold the miles of wall surrounding the city. Maybe with another thousand troops I could withstand the assault…
Putting that out of my mind I focused on what factors I could control. First I divided my Rangers into elite strike teams and wrote orders for Lt. Hawksclaw to station them around the city at key strategic points. He and his team would hold the North Gate. I knew from experience and history that if an enemy were to breach our walls, that would be a likely target.
I met with Sir Halten, the Royal Sherrif, and Commander Schenkle. The boy has certainly matured. It was my sad duty to speak with him about the disappearance of his love, Sarah. He was…upset, but understood his duty. However, once our battle is over, I fear the young man might attempt something rash, such as a rescue.
Nevertheless, all forces were in place. Sir Halten’s men held the East and South gates along with High Towne. Lt. Hawksclaw negotiated a contract with Sophia Longarm to ensure their support in the coming fight. The indomitable woman’s unit would provide support on the main street entrance to High Towne.
My Rangers would hold the North and West gate, those most likely to suffer attack. Our priests and paladins would pair up and intersperse themselves evenly among the troops on the walls with our cavalry forces patrolling the Main Street and stage in the Stockyards.
Supporting our forces would be the city Militia combined with the Town Watch. What civilians remained would provide material support and act as light auxiliaries. All our forces would operate in three shifts, one on the wall at all times, one in reserve and the final resting and healing. During actual assaults, all troops would stand to.

Unit Tallies
750 Militia Men under command of Cmdr. Schenkle and Sgt. Vasser
250 Town Guard under command of Cmdr. Schenkle and Sgt. Vasser
50 Rangers under command Col. Wolfhaven and Lt. Hawksclaw
50 Wolfhaven Riders under command of Col. Wolfhaven
100 Priest/Paladins under command of High Priest Vallandrian
20 Riding Lizards under command of Col. Wolfhaven
200 Hammerfall Riders under command of Field Marshal Graf von Wrangel
3000 Civilian Auxiliary
Total Units: 4,570

Preparations completed I rode to speak with Lt. Hawksclaw and his team as they assembled at the gate. They were already assessing the situation and assigning positions. Fekla looked positively gleeful at the prospect of battle.
I took the opportunity to step aside with Ranger Ravenwood and express my sincere regrets for my callous demeanor and to express my pride in her growth as a Ranger. Ordering others into harm’s way is one of the most difficult choices for a commander. For so young a Ranger to have such bearing under fire is remarkable.
It seems as if all my Rangers have grown so much in my absence.
After leaving the North Gate, I made my rounds to the other units, though my efforts were quite unnecessary. Our men are well trained and the immediacy of danger has a stirring effect on the troops. Though, the stress of idleness with the constant state of high alert was clearly wearing upon nerves. Men shifted restlessly, obsessively cleaning and re-cleaning gear and weapons.
I am reminded of my years at the Helt Academy where one of my battle instructors said that a siege, for the defenders, was more a battle of the mind than of warfare. If a commander could master his fears and anxiety, then he could certainly weather a bombardment.
It was not until late in the eve on the 18th that I returned to my quarters and resumed my vigil over the map table, pouring over every report, scrutinizing every preparation and reconsidering every troop placement. The problem of the Kal attacks gnawed at me like a Ratzin.
Their march across Olara made no logical sense. Surely if forces of this size were in the open field then local lords would have raised the alarm. And, if they were teleporting, from where; and why the ruse to make us think their movements were overland.
Eventually, Elyanna fetched me and forced me to retire. We had a late dinner and I fell into a restless sleep, my mind worrying at the problem like a dog with a bone.
I awoke on the 19th, before dawn and resumed my apparently fruitless quest. So fatigued was I that I broke with tradition and poured myself a cup of that thick, black beverage that Gendarre and the rest of my “house guard” have seem to rely upon so much. Cup in hand, I returned to my study and, in my absent state of mind, placed the cup directly on the map table.
Realizing my error, I snatched the cup, but already an ugly brown ring had formed. I was just about to curse, when the fog of war was lifted. Immediately, I set the cup down on the area of the attacks, lining the bottom rim of the cup with the assaults on Sun’s Crossing, Kore, my barony and now Echer’Naught. Though an imperfect match, the substance was clear.
Setting the cup aside, I grabbed a quill and began drawing lines from each point of contact to the center of the stain…
Why could I not see it all before?!
Of course! The Kal armies were not even camped with Olaran borders. No wonder our forces had been caught so unawares. They never even passed near Kore in any great numbers. Most likely, they smuggled their way through Stahlheim, or better yet, moved through the Dominion and skirted the Elven wood.
Regardless, I now understood where the Kal base should be, at least the general area and how they were launching the attacks. It also made sense that they would stage their progress in such a way to make us waste valuable time looking for them to the west, when all the while they were snuggly camped south, just over the border in Eleven lands.
Though the plains north of the forest is claimed by the elves, they treat it as more of a buffer zone, a bulwark against human incursions. I, of anyone, should have realized this sooner. After all, I grew up on their borders.
Castigating myself further was fruitless. I contact Eris, waking her from a sound sleep and relayed a message through her to the Sun’s Crossing Rangers somewhere around Kore. I ordered them to make haste south to seek out and destroy that base. It would take time for the message to reach them, no doubt. They might not receive it until much later, but the orders were sent.
That task completed, I managed to relax sufficiently to eat a decent breakfast and make another set of rounds. Little had changed, though the enemy had been hard at work during the evening hours. Their lines very nearly encircled the city in an unbroken ring. Worse, the massive shapes of siege engines loomed darkly in the morning mist.
The rest of the day I spent meeting with commanders, making certain arrangements and generally brooding, though I did my best to keep any fear of mine from the men. Another ardent rule of my battle masters was that a commander should always display the utmost confidence. Men followed an assured leader.
It was, then, with the waning hours of the day when the first stones were lobbed over the walls. Flaming pots full of alchemical fire, enchanted stones and rocks the size of cattle crashed into the city, flattening houses, setting fire to entire blocks and scattering anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the open.
As I stood on my balcony and watched the meteors smash into the walls, I began to truly wonder if this battle would spell doom for my city. And then, I shook of such evil thoughts, belted on my sword, strode into the courtyard, mounted thunder and, with a personal guard of Hammerfall Riders, and one empty saddle beside me, I rode confidently to the front lines.
Cavalry in a city is like…well…something on a bull. Another cherished axiom from my academy days.
For hours the shelling continued, and then, abruptly, it stopped.
I knew what came next, though I was unable to warn the men on the walls in time. Before most were even aware a swarm of Ratzin scaled the walls and very nearly swept the defenders before the alarms were sounded.
It was touch and go. I was first called to defend the Eastern Gate, before I Eris alerted me that Hawksclaw was in danger, though by the time I arrived, they had the situation well in hand.
I discovered later that the enemy had used teleported agents to actually open the gate from within. They even spearheaded their assault with a trio of Minotaur. However, the Kal were not expecting to meet Fekla. They got no further.


Every man and woman performed with exception skill. I could see the purple flashes from half way across town as Sergeant Que’kasaars unleashed eldritch fury upon the foes. And, from a brief report read, Ranger Ramshorn gain quite a reputation among the City Watch as he used his own body to shield them from harm.
The fighting was close all along the wall, but as quickly as it came, the enemy broke…and the bombardment resumed.
For an entire day, Echer’Naught was shelled. No one so much as moved throughout the 20th for fear of being struck down by random death from the sky. Few, if anyone, found any sleep as the crash of stone and roar of fire made any semblance of rest nigh impossible. I myself spent most of that day in the saddle dodging shrapnel.
I expected an attack that night, but was pleasantly surprised. The enemy was more than content to continue to bombard us into submission. The attack, as it happened, came with the dawn.
After two days of a near constant barrage, I am afraid we fell into something of a routine. Which is why, when the incoming fire suddenly silenced, there was momentary confusing and idleness on the wall. By the time the alarm was sounded, the enemy were already within a stone’s throw of our defenses.
The reports of the actions displayed on the morning of the 21st of Thunder Hawk will go down in legend. Not a man, living or dead, could hope to have served himself and his city better. I feel honored to have stood with the defenders of Echer’Naught and, should I survive the day, will count this action among the finest.
We threw them back with hideous losses to their forces. In actuality, I was spared most of the horror as my unit remained behind the walls until Lt. Hawksclaw summoned me again. This time, however, we arrived at the critical moment.
I gave the order to throw open the gates and with the way clear, I and my riders, along with Field Marshal von Wrangel himself, we swept the field of the enemy. By the time we returned to the safety of the walls, the Kal were already in retreat.
Immediately, the siege engines opened up and death fell anew.
With the immediate danger passed, I made another circuit of the city, and then reported in to all stations. The wells were secure, along with the Red Lamp triage, the Sacred Grove field hospital and the Church of Light infirmary. Despite the growing casualty list, we were weathering the particular storm better than I had imagined.
At this rate, we might just outlast the Kal army.
Returning to my study, I took a moment to confer with Olgor concerning the actions of various units.

I wish to place, here special commendation for many, but in particular:
Ranger Ironblood for brilliant tactical acumen.
Ranger Ravenwood for command excellence.
Ranger Ramshorm for selfless dedication.
Fekla for stalwart immutability.
Commander Schenkle for uncommon valor.
Sir Halten for unpromising bravery.

Here I would also note both Sergeant Que’kasaars and Lieutenant Hawksclaw have performed brilliantly in defense of the city.

I look forward to acknowledging such bravery when this current crisis has ended.
Your most obedient servant,

A. Wolfhaven, Colonel

…the alarm has sounded. the walls of been breached! By the Ascended…what is that THING?!
I have ordered Eris to send out the alert, Echer’Naughts outer wall has fallen.
A demon.
Ascended have mercy on our souls…
I go…

A. Wolfh

Campaign Report 46
Burning Hatred: Holding the Western Gate

TO: LT. Rah-Sahn Hawksclaw of Regional Command
FROM: SGT. Evoran Que’kasaars of Echer’Naught Command

18th of Thunder Hawk

The bells of the tower rang loudly, beckoning a young Ranger to ask me what that meant. I ordered the Ranger to summon the mean and head towards regional command to muster, as that would be where we would assign duties (since we also had to work with other garrisons outside of the Ranger Corp itself).

I stepped outside to look for myself, to make sure things were true. Sure enough, the smoke billowed and the bells were being answered. The enemy was coming without a doubt. I saw merchants close shop, old citizens calmly moving to the plans they had settled on long ago. And I saw people staring in confusion. Normally I would have mounted and rode hard, but these were casualties waiting to happen. I proceeded on foot, warning those loiterers to seek cover for their own safety. I would say I was fairly successful.

On my route to regional, I crossed paths with a mounted Lt. Hawksclaw who beckoned me to gather the rangers to the West Gate. I immediately headed back to re-route them. Clearly the west was where we needed to reinforce. I would later learn that is where they were assaulting from.

As I was en route, a skirmish started. Rats and Minotaurs were assaulting the civilians trying to enter the town. Ranger Samira Ravenwood and Ranger Rysak Ironblood were posted at the gate. Samirs, I hear, made the call to close the West Gate, despite their being people outside. I know it was a hard decision, but I am proud of her for making the call. It was the best one could hope for.


However, despite the decisive decision, my rangers were no match for who lead this strike force. After a long absence from Echer’Naught the infamous Flame Ranger returned. Samira, despite her skill with the bow, was not match for that infernal archer and, soon enough, the wall was overrun with Rats.

To my understanding of events, Hawksclaw arrived on the scene with the Flame Ranger waiting for him. A duel was struck between the two — Should Hawksclaw fall, the Gate remains open and the forces of Flame march into the city. If the Flame Ranger were to fall they would withdraw. Hawksclaw shot first, striking his foe but not felling him. The Flame Ranger went next, firing two shots.

That diabolical creature is indeed cruel, for he not only struck Hawksclaw but he took the life of Flit. I can only imagine the pain Hawksclaw felt when his companion passed. I do not know how things work with the lives of Fey, but my heart goes out to him for his loss.

I knew when Hawksclaw was down. I felt Eris’ scream resonate in my head. I think we all did. That scream only fueled me to lead my men faster, but I still had to keep them in an organized fashion. As we traveled, I felt what I can only describe as a warm sensation tingling my limbs followed by a shimmering light at the watch tower. Sarin. That was the only explanation for it.

As it turns out, Sarin had prayed and his faith was answered. Landra and Archanon joined to revitalize Hawksclaw, infusing him with the powerful forces of life and faith. Hawksclaw readied a final arrow and scored a direct hit to the Flame Rangers center mass. The purifying forces began to counteract the flame within his body and, in what I could only imagine as a gory but satisfying event, he exploded.

Of course the minions of the Flame Ranger did not hold to the agreement and the skirmish once again resumed. It was all a matter of time before the enemy began to breech through the open gate. We did not have much time.

From my head at the Rangers, we saw a beam of light descend from the sky and then vanish back behind the clouds. Again, I knew Sarin was actively involved and hoped that his prayers would be answered to make things easier on the few at the wall. They only needed to buy us a little bit more time.

We arrived on the scene to see an Acolyte of War stride into the fray — a Minotaur of considerable size, imbued by the infernal forces of Flame. He came from the smokey clouds of sulfur. As he began to step forward, a large two handed weapon, wreathed in blue and white, slashed out and ran through the chest of the Minotaur. As the beast was slain out stepped from the plume Colonel Baron Wolfhaven. He looked worse for wear, but still a sight for these sharp eyes of mine.

With Wolfhaven I saw soldiers of Tempest. My heart sank for a moment but, as they began to file in and join our ranks, I began to feel more confusion than anything. As I greeted Wolfhaven, I was introduced to the Tempest Commander: Anaxelum. It seems Wolfhaven had struck an agreement for the soldiers of Tempest were in just as much danger of losing their home as we were. In either case, I did not plan to bawk as such an awesome gift. They were bedecked in Archfire gear from head to toe, and we knew how skilled they were.

Wolfhaven and his new found allies hitched a ride through thaumaturgy and reported that they had witnessed a large collection of Childer gathered around a Cauldron. The cauldron would connect to the Abyss, where Wolfhaven speculated our enemy will eventually summon demons and greater demons for the war. We certainly have our work cut out for us.

I gave him a general overview of the situation at hand, and where the city currently stood. I also told him about the loss of his barony. It pained me to do so, but he needed to know.

Results of the Battle of West Gate:

Rysak was wounded and suffered an awkward walk. Thorgram also had a wound and his injury limited his agility. The healers tell me these are both temporary and will go away with rest and healing.

I ordered the chain for West Gate to be dismantled so that, should our walls be breeched by their rats, they will be unable to open it. I will make them work to take these walls.

Wolfhaven pulled Hawksclaw and myself aside to discuss several matters. Some of the information discussed shall not be listed due to the confidential nature of it, but it was certainly enlightening to say the least. We did, however, go over battle plans for the siege and Wolfhaven was given a detailed report of the logistical situation, as well as preparations made to help the city endure the siege.

Wolfhaven told Hawksclaw to go and requisition the services of Sophia Longarm. She is a private military contractor who, aside from the knights in High Town, has the heaviest units available.

I was instructed to go see how many Lizard Riders we had. My investigation on the matter reveals we have 20 of them. So, for our nocturnal patrols we certainly have a very powerful force. And, given they use rats, I expect to see them attack during the night and it is said the lizards love rats. Surprise to surprise indeed.


Samira and Rysak were to reach out to the archers and speak to them about Gargoyles. We want our ranged forces prepared and to try and ground the flying forces of Flame as quickly as possible.

Sarin was to go speak to the church about healing and Thorgram was sent to the Red Lamp to inquire about the same thing.

It was at this time we had the displeasure of announcing to the Colonel about the situation with Alfred and Sarah. He took it hard, I think.

All in all, we are as ready as we ever will be. We have some skilled forces, and plans for several situations. Logistically, we are stretched thin but if Flame lives up to it’s reputation, they will offer a different siege than what happened with the Butcher. Losses on our end only extend the logistics in our favor. All we have to do is hold out for reinforcements. I do not know if they will make it in time, but regardless if they make it or not we will not go out in silence.

Also, with the return of Colonel Wolfhaven, I will relinquish my direct command over the Rangers of Echer’Naught, unless further notified, and will return command over to Lt. Hawksclaw.

Sgt. Evoran Que’kaasars
Stewart of Echer’Naught

Campaign Report 45
Flame Attacks

Lt. R. S. Hawksclaw
18th of Thunderhawk
About the 13th Hour

I never wanted command. I wanted to do my service and go home to The Forest. I hoped I would make some small mark, then fade into the ages.
That was another time, and those were the aspirations of a child. Now we are here.

The tactical situation is this;
Suns Crossing is gone, Kor is presumed lost, Baron Wolfhaven’s land is occupied, and the Kal are, at most, a day out. We are here. Trapped. Not by the enemy yet, but by duty. I would not say as much to my soldiers, but this is most likely our end. No amount of speechifying or gallantry might change the fact. They have the numbers.

I have done all that I am able, to ensure that we hold as long as possible. When Echer’naught falls, so too does the region. We have prepared for the worst, now we pray for the best.

Sgt. Que’kesarrs has tactical Ranger command, Sir Halton has command of Hightown, and I will act as their intermediary. Also, I have overall command of any non-royal troops.
I’ve ordered Main Street to be cleared to allow the mounted troops to function there, and in the stockyards. Walls have been constructed throughout Low Town so as to give the Militia a tactical moving advantage. The seige engines are prepped, and archers are stationed along the walls with them. Finally, any heavy infantry we have will be stationed to respond to breaches which might occur during the assault. Everyone has a part, and in this fight there are no civilians.

These measures, along with a continuity of command initiative, will give us the best possible chance of holding out. We have enough food and water to last at least two weeks, but given our enemies’ proclivity for attack, I do not expect a lengthy siege. No, this contest will be fairly quick and decisive.

However, we are not beyond all hope. Everyone here knows what is at stake, and they will do their jobs.

Ramshorn, Ravenwood, and Ironblood did an admirable job at the barony. They are forming quite a close bond, I think. It makes me happy to see them work in harmony, and it reminds me of an earlier time. When it was Gate, Aradove, Ryldryrr, and myself, under the command of Captain Wolfhaven. A long time ago.
I hope they make it, because the world needs Rangers of their caliber.

But now, the hour is late, and the show is set to begin.
The disposition of our little symphony…
Evoran will lead as their conductor.
Samira will be with, and liaise with our archers. They will be our strings.
Ryzak and Thorgram will do the same for the infantry. They shall play percussion.
Silverfeather and Eris will be able to provide quick intelligence. The high notes.
I will direct the production.
With this arrangement, we will play out a melody, written by fire, and accented in blood that the Ascended themselves will not soon forget. The stage is set, and the curtain will open soon.


General Order 4

From: Lt. R.S. Hawksclaw
Regional Command

To: Rangers, Militia, and Watchmen of Echer’naught.

Re: General Orders

My friends,
Long has been the hour of our prosperity. Short has our allotted time together been. Deep are the roots which bind us together. Shallow has our breath become.

The heat, which has plagued us these past weeks, will soon be nothing. The Kal are marching toward Echer’naught. I ask any who will, to stand with my Rangers, the Town Watch, and myself. Here is my plea.

A few days ago, the few survivors of Sun’s Crossing came to Echer’naught. They had been attacked, and at the cost of their commander’s life, made it here. Their homes are gone. We are next on the map.

At this juncture, we are faced with two paths. We retreat, or we fight. I have elected to fight. As of yesterday, I have ordered the Wolfhaven barony evacuated and raised. The Wolfhaven orphanage is, likewise, vacated. All non marshal personnel will be given the chance to make their exodus. Finally, I have authorized the various armories to be opened, and sent the call to arms across Olara.
This city, we shall defend.

All of this, however, has come at no small cost. Many of us have already lost loved ones to this menace. The Rangers are no exception. My heart is heavy, even at this hour.

So, now, it falls to me to humbly beseech all who are able to answer my call.

Stand with us. Stand with me. Defend what we have built here, even unto death. Let our defense stand in testimony to any who hear of it, for ours shall be a tough medicine for the Kal to swallow. May our resolution be as firm as our ancient walls. May our battle shout ring through the eons until there are no ears which might listen.
Our feet are braced to fight, our fists are clenched for war. Let us touch the plains and we shall make them tremble evermore.

By the Blessing of Leandra,
~Lt. R.S. Hawksclaw
Ranger Regional Command

Campaign Report 44
Heat Wave

From: Echer’Naught Ranger Command
To: Regional Command
Attn: Regional Commander — Lt. Hawksclaw

The 23rd of Red Wolf, as noted in last report, was the day we had to collect ourselves and settle in.

The 24th of Red Wolf we resumed duties as normal. That morning we were called to the Regional Headquarters by acting Regional Commander Lt. Hawksclaw. We were told that the immediate concern was the location of the missing VIPs that had been acquired by the bandits/raiders in the south. We had taken one of the encampments on our last mission but we failed to locate anyone who had been taken hostage.

We were also instructed to keep an eye out for citizens under the influence of the drug Firestorm. We discovered some clues of it during our last excursion so we had some idea. That idea, we would soon discover, was not enough to accurately prepare us for what it could truly do.

On a more lighter note, the good Lieutenant announced promotions for the Rangers of Echer’Naught as follows

  • Rysak Ironblood was promoted from Ranger Trainee to full fledged Ranger
  • Sarin Silverfeather was promoted from Ranger to Ranger First Class
  • Alfred Wolfhaven was promoted from Ranger First Class to Corporal
  • Rildrirr was given command of a Goblinesh Waystation on Farwatch Road, effectively marking his first field command.
  • Evoran Que’Kasaars was promoted from Corporal to Sergeant

I must admit that I am pleased with the promotion. I did not expect, however, to receive command of Echer’Naught (although this is temporary as Sgt. Minor Longtail is still, technically, on limited duty / Paternity leave).

Still, I take the rank with new admiration and a profound sense of concern and worry. I hope that I am fit to lead this fine unit and that I do proud those who have faith in my abilities to do so.

On the 26th of Red Wolf, Rildrirr makes his departure for his command and I was summoned by Lt. Hawksclaw. He informed me he was pushing to get command to issue me a higher clearance so that I would have access to more information. That alone put me in higher spirits. Spirits I would need as my command abilities would be put to the test in a few short days.

By the 31st of Red Wolf the heat wave had begun. The protective city walls were now the cause of stagnant air that sweltered enough to cause fatigue and heat strokes. The heat escalated so bad that by the 12th of the Eternal Sun the Lord Mayor officially declared that water was to be rationed out. Due to the circumstances that had involved the city for the last year or so, they had been unable to compensate for the rapid expansion and growth of the city and, therefore, had a limited scope in regards to wells / water distribution.

We were summoned by the good Lieutenant and received a debrief of the situation. The Rangers were expected to patrol lowtown and the area outside of the city proper to make sure the rationing rules were kept to standards. We issued out patrols and hoped for the best.

The situation seemed well under control. However, as word spread that the supply was to be rationed off, the people of Echer’Naught began to crowd around the wells in droves. It was at this time things began to show the severity of this situation. Within these crowds existed on a handful of citizens who were under the influence of Firestorm. For how long, we will never know.

Just to note and touch base on how strong these deranged and raving lunatics are — they were somehow able to best poor Fekla. She is well and did not entertain any discernible injuries, but they still had the ability to do so.

In either case, Thorgram, Samira, and Fekla were assigned to the Market in low town to guard the well there. Thorgram told me it only took six of them to cause the chaos they did — bodies everywhere and buildings set ablaze. They lost 2 members of the town watch. I hear one of them fought with a tenacity and strength that few ever get to see. So I commend the Watch for that.

3 other spots were hit in similar attacks and I lost about half of the rangers that had been assigned. Low Town was in flames but I thank the divines for miracles — Rain began to fall on this town. I later learned it was Nell’s doing and she summoned the rain to help fend off the fires so they did not consume the city.

All of that madness started on the 16th of The Eternal Sun.

None of the Firestorm addicts survived the encounter, and we lost about an eight of low town to the fire. The Rangers worked well into the next day making sure the fire was as contained as it could be.

On the 18th of The Eternal Sun we had a few wells that had been damaged or destroyed and lots of people without homes. Lt. Hawksclaw ordered our excess food be given out to the citizens to help with the rations and any extra canvas we had was to be turned into forms of shelter for those who needed and for stations of respite from the sweltering heat.

I also received an autopsy report from one of the addicts who had inexplicably died. It seems the drug has a tendency to cause internal bleeding. The doctors told me this would come from either long time users who someone who had an extreme dose. I would learn later that day from Miss Longtail that the drugs are magically enhanced so it would seem short term users had the affects of being long term users.

It was also later that day that we found Ranger Kyran Tam murdered only a few allies away from our Headquarters. I remember when she joined. She was only 18. Her body had on a single bloody bandanna. Two members of the Town Watch had found her and beckoned me to her. I sent them to fetch Hawksclaw who joined me on the scene. It was at this time we ordered that no Ranger was to ever go alone — the buddy system was to be utilized in strict order.

On the 19th of Eternal Sun, Longtail returned from an errand I had asked her to undertake and she brought with her a dozen Brinchie. I asked her to bring them to me so that we could utilize them as runners. They are known to be exceptionally quick and the faster we could relay messages across the city the faster we could respond. I have made a note in the coffers section to compensate them accordingly under the title of “Outside Contracting — Runners”.

The situation only continued to decline as on the 22nd of Eternal Sun the citizens, whom seemed fueled by the addicts, attacked the Sacred Grove. Treesinger was able to, with the help of the druids, a few melee forces who used very interesting gear, and 2 stone golems, defend the trees. No fires were started thankfully. She informed me the citizens of Echer’Naught thought them to be hoarding extra supplies.

I know Treesinger well enough that she was doing everything in her power. I understood her stance on protecting the Sacred Trees — If they had to kill they would. I completely supported her stance on the matter. She offered to send the Druids out to heal the injured and wounded but I made it a point to bring the patients to the Grove rather than weaken its defenders should another assault occur.

Another Ranger, Ranger Larken, was found dead just before dawn on the 23rd of The Eternal Sun by Samira and Thorgram. He had been hanged and a knife was driven into his chest to hold a note. My two Rangers took the body to Lt. Hawksclaw who summoned me to make sure it was not magical. As he read it, the exhausted Lieutenant grew even more grim and jumped into action. I do not know, even now, what exactly was on that note. I do know, however, that it had an impact on the events to come.

Because of the heat and the lockdown on the Wells, we were effectively pulling double shifts. It made any real rest a fleeting thought, even though that the attacks had stopped. In fact, we had not experienced anything until the 29th of The Eternal Sun.

I was called around noon by a Brinchie Runner who informed me that Baker Street was in flames. This was close to our base of operations, which meant things were suddenly escalating again. I called the Rangers inside to me, all six of them, before rushing out to investigate. A full scale riot had finally happened: The Citizens of Echer’Naught had been pushed over the breaking point.

I sent 2 rangers and the Brinchie to fetch riders and horses. With the few people I had with me there was no way we could even hope to stand and fight against the mob. Hawksclaw arrived on scene with the few Rangers he could find and began to form a line. We were joined by Sgt. Vasser and his Town Watch of whom formed a Shield Wall Line. Next Vallandrian arrived with the Church of Light. These Paladins likewise formed a Shield Wall, now marked two men deep. Vallandrian took charge and we were directed to look away from him.

I do not know exactly what he did as I adverted and covered my eyes. I could, however, feel it. After the flash of holy power he issued only a single command: Advance. Then, in unison, Town Watch and the Church of Light began to advance forth towards the mob. Their shields struck hard, striking down man in a safe way. The Rangers carried the rear, securing any whom the two lines stepped over.

Off in the distance I could see a few people running — people whom should be beaten and exhausted running faster than they should. It was at this time that the mounted units arrived and I gave the order for them to run down the addicts that were in the crowd. Brinchie and Calvary alike road in and made short work of them.

All in all we were able to contain the riot to a minimum, but they selected the worse place to sack. The citizens carelessness cost us half the food supply. Though, once again, Nell came through and it rained. By night the Riot was completely disbanded and the fires put out.

On the 30th of The Eternal Sun I was summoned to Lt. Hawksclaws off late in the afternoon. On his desk sat a letter bearing the official seal of The Lord Mayor. It was as I expected to come: Marshall Law. I had warned Hawksclaw that we would, unfortunately, have to fight the citizens of this place. The Riot made that clear. They were murderous. With Marshall Law declared, it was going to happen again.

It was passed down to the Rangers who had not passed out from heat stroke or fatigue that any person found outside of their homes from Sunset to Sunrise were to be considered enemies of the state and to be incarcerated if possible. If not possible they were to be killed.

To keep with our charter and serve the people as best as we could we once again lowered our rations. We were now down to the minimum that we could function off of. I expect grumpy Rangers and, unfortunately, some to have their decision making process impaired. Lack of sleep and stimulation are going to take their told if they have not already.

Still — Two rangers have been murdered under my first command as messages to us and we now have a town that could boil over again any moment.

The next few days seem to go over as well as expected. From the 31st to the 34th of Eternal Sun we have a few skirmishes and minor situations. Most of the people seem to deal with the Marshall Law, understanding the why behind it, even if they absolutely loathed it. I can only be thankful for the upstanding people here for making our lives that much easier. Not that it made much of a difference in the grand scheme of things, but any little bit helped.

On the 1st of Thunder Hawk we had a meeting with Hawksclaw. Before I made my way to this meeting I was crossed with a personal representative of the Lord Mayor. It seems he has heard through the grape vine that I am interested in working close with him. He is interested in establishing this partnership but to do so it requires a favor. Echer’Naught is the Lord Mayors crown jewel — it is what keeps him in power. He suspects that the good Lieutenant does not understand its importance. He would like us to beckon resources and reinforcements from neighboring outpost to help bolster its defenses and ease some of the logistical strain on its supplies.

This was the break I had been hoping for. A relationship like this with The Lord Mayor will make certain things here in the city much easier for the Rangers. It will be a mutual benefit, for sure, with both of us leveraging and using once another for the influence it has. The Lord Mayor will be seen as strong with an influence over the Rangers (which, while not true, is certainly a perception to be seen. And in politics perception can be a true reality). For the Rangers it means we can cut through a lot of the bureaucracy and red tape that limits things with us. I just had to convince Hawksclaw to do it.

At the meeting my heart sank. Alfred and Sarah had been taken captive by the bandit lord of the south. He demanded an immediate audience with Hawksclaw or he would kill them both. Likewise we had a group of Rangers from Sun’s Crossing who reported that the city and Ranger Outpost had been obliterated by the Kalinar army. They were on the march. Only a handful of them made it out alive at the cost of their commanders life to get us this message. The Army was on the move, heading straight to us.

Thorgram, who has been the foreman of the Wolfhaven Estates and in charge of keeping it tended, reported that the Barony was at risk of being taken over. It was a straight path from where the Kalinar army was matching and if we lost it we will probably lose the city as well.

Hawksclaw had three choices, none of which were easy. Protect the Barony. Protect Sarah and Alfred, or Protect the city.

I informed Hawksclaw of my conversation with the Mayor’s representative earlier that morning. I told him what was requested and I told him my perspective on it. We are a regional command. If the city that the Regional Headquarters resides at falls, the moral drop across the region could be devastating.

Apparently I was convincing enough as Hawksclaw decided to create an army and bolster our forces here in the City of Echer’Naught. At my suggestion he decided to sack the Barony — pull what can be removed. Anything that can not is to be burned to the ground to prevent the enemy from acquiring resources.

We have acquired a powerful friend in Echer’Naught. A great thing. But at what cost? We have most assuredly condemned Alfred and Sarah. I know the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. That does not, however, make this any less bitter to swallow.

I’ve lost too many Rangers under my command already. How many more will I lose? I can only hope that the answer to my question is this: “Less than I expect.”

As a note to the report I do apologize for its quality. The lack of sleep has taken its toll on me. I’ve been awake for far too long. In truth I am not sure how I managed to pen this. Still, I shall adhere to my logs and document what I can.

Here is to victory. May it come swiftly in our favor.


Sergeant Evoran Que’kasaars
Echer’Naught Ranger Commander (Acting).

Campaign Report 43

To: Regional Command
Attention: Lt. Hawksclaw
From: Ranger Headquarters of Echer’Naught

This report begins on the 5th of Red Wolf — The day in which we were summoned into Regional Command by Eris at behest of Lt. Hawksclaw (who was officially declared as of the 1st of Red Wolf, until further notice, acting Regional Commander to be made permanent if Col. Baron Wolfhave is unable to be recovered). The good Lieutenant seemed more stressed and pressed than I had ever seen him and it was with a grave tone we were introduced to our next adventure.

Reports had increased from the Wild Land region that bandits had been striking at villages and cities at random. One of the more common things were gathering hostages and offering ransoms to return them. That and simple plundering. With the Rangers stretched thin, it fell on our shoulders to endure the burden and handle the mess. Nothing we could not handle, obviously.

It was at this meeting that I met Master Trokash. He later revealed himself to be a “trader of goods and services of all varieties”. And very adept at it he is. Along with us we would have the Ogress Fekla, and Master Von Deidrich as well as Trokash. The severity of the issue demanded we depart that night. I admit that, with the stress that one could visibly see in the Lieutenant, I wanted to brighten his spirits and offer him a taste of the bitter thing called Hope. So, I made it a point to purchase a fine bottle of Elven Wine and personally deliver it. It’s for our celebration for when things finally settle down and we actually have time to enjoy ourselves. Not at Rangers, but as brothers. I hope that day comes sooner than later.

I will make note that Master Trokash, in our departure, transmogrified himself into a raven and took flight. The aura of his magic was more of an Amber color. I shall have to make it a point to pursue what, exactly, are the origins of his powers or, at the least, identify his particular form of magic.

On the 10th of Red Wolf we arrived in Kator. Master Trokash and I divided ourselves, I asking the common folk while he went with the more…unique persons (unique being the polite term). He was able to identify the region of the bandits with his searching in a more fined tune effort than I. He learned that they were to the southwest in the foothills.

We departed Kator and continued to make our way unfettered towards these foothills. Our travels were a bit slow so we were forced to make camp on the night of the 10th.

We woke on the 11th and Master Trokash took it upon himself to create breakfast. I say create because the concoction, though inventive, was, to say the least, exceptionally unappealing. Fekla seemed to enjoy it though. Which, in hindsight, should say a lot about the meal. Over breakfast (if you want to call it that) we devised a strategy to help get us close to the bandits.

Trokash was to masquerade as a Merchant (which, as it were, wasn’t really a lie) that was on the market to sell some very particular things to very particular people. I was his Quartermaster, Rildrirr his Captain of the Guard, Thorgram the Porter, and Samira and Rysak as guards. Von Deidrich, I think, was to be a guard as well though, to be honest, he seemed to more so loiter around. He has a knack for disappearing and re-appearing without warning. He reminds me of Longtail in that regard.

With the help of Trokash’s familiar and Sarin, we were able to locate a village as our next destination, though Sarin had to stay far from the people as his very presence seemed to cause them great discomfort. All in all we made excellent time and arrived in the town by Noon.

It was at this time that Trokash revealed his gift of the tongue and his cleverness. The man not only got a lead, but had us openly spend coin in excess to bait the bandits. It seemed he suspected they were either watching or had someone in the village who would tip them off.

We set off for our recommended destination and, as night came, we set up a camp and continued to play the part of the wealthy merchant caravan. We even set up a bonfire. Still, despite the obvious “Here we are, come rob us” sign, the night went without complaint.

On the 12th of Red Wolf, Thorgram took stock of the wagon to verify the supplies and, at the end of it all, asked me to follow behind him. I am exceptionally glad I did for I found a note neatly tucked under one of the boxes that was written in a sloppy hand. “We see you” was all it said. Master Trokash, as it were, was delighted but had us press on.

We found a small hamlet at this point and “set up shop” as it were. The village was very sketchy, so much so that at night the barred their doors, but it seemed Trokash was able to generate a profit with these people. Be it in trade or in sells directly.

On the 13th we depart from this Hamlet, Trokash having once again assisted in finding the right information to lead us where we need to go. I can see now why he was brought in for this mission. On this morning, however, another note was found saying “Rangers go home”. It seems we had been had as during the night they managed to go through our belongings and discovered our identities.

Not discouraged, Trokash pressed us on to the Bandit Camp. Here, with the use of a unique brand, he was able to get an audience with the bandit leader. I know not what was discussed but he got us exceptionally close. Then we sprung the trap.

The battle was over as quickly as it began, with the enemy having only a single survivor who was left go to warn the other bandits about the abilities of our unit, let alone other rangers. He seemed legitimately terrified and was given a message that the surrounding area belonged to Red Store.

A few things of note occurred on this attack to the bandits One, Samira’s bow flew true and strong, felling a mage from a long distance. Secondly, in a miracle that is unto itself, Fekla found something using her eyes. It was a small lockbox that, clearly, had to have been taken from some other raid of sorts.

When we opened it a terrible wave of absolute, unbridled rage swept over me and began to eat at my mind to consume and motivate me. To help conbat the sensation used a powerful burst of magic. This box, it seemed, contained a drug called Fire Storm which is apparently a concoction that will generate blind madness. With the bandits in the south thoroughly subdued, and a message to the lone survivor to deliver his other compatriots done, we began to leave.

Our return was on the 22nd of Red Wolf where we had the day to unpack our things and settle in and on the 23rd of Red Wolf that we learned that an increasing number of Fire Storm addicts had been rampaging in the South and West. It was becoming a regional issue quickly.

I think I have an idea of what might be next on our to do list….

With Regards,

Corporal Evoran Que’kasaars
Stewart of Echer’Naught

Campaign Report 42
Misplacing the Colonel

It is the 7th of the Planting Moons and we are preparing for our assault. Our enemy has us beat in terms of technology while we clearly outnumber them. Unfortunately their technology can slay dozens within seconds. The situation, at best, is grim. Still, we have no choice — we must stop the tempest portal.

The plan is simple: Assault with three waves.

Wave one will be lead by Thorgram has been given command of the first wave. Rysak Ironblood will charge with him and Samira will command the archers for support. They are to crash against the enemy forces and then retreat tactfully away. While they strike, Longtail and her unit will infiltrate the back of the base and try and wreck a little chaos inside before they too will retreat.

Wave two will consist of Sarin and myself. We are to lead the second assault with 20% less of those than who retreated. We are to continue to cause damage and keep the enemy focused in our direction. After we crash we too are to withdraw.

Wave three will be lead by Lt. Hawksclaw himself and, like the first two waves, will crash and then withdraw.

This is to keep focus off of Colonel Wolfhaven who plans to sneak into the base and, somehow, collapse the portal. Most of us do not like this as it likely will trap the Colonel in the Tempest realm or kill him. Neither are acceptable. But, unfortunately, we do not have a say in the matter and we have our orders.

Samira had taken a forward position with the archers and, because of this, noticed the enemy was coming to greet us. She quickly summoned for Lt. Hawksclaw and we rallied and prepared for what was surely an impossible battle. What we saw on the scene only confirmed our fears.

The enemy had filed out into three units, each with about forty men bedecked in full legion armor. Likewise each unit had two storm mages as support. With such precision they lined up, struck up a shield wall, and began a slow, impending march towards our location. The unison in which they moved had to have taken years to perfect and my keen eyes noticed not a flaw in it. They moved and worked as one. We were not as precise but we were determined and steadfast in our resolve.

And thus it began. The first wave charged ahead while the archers let their arrows fly true. Unfortunately the torrents of wind swept aside the arrows (likely from the Storm Mages) and tumbled needlessly to the ground without any use. The enemy retaliated by unleashing a rain of Archfire back towards the ranged unit. The ground troops ran hard and struck fast — only to bounce off of that impenetrable shield wall. They redoubled their efforts to break the line but were met with heavy amounts of Archfire cannons. The slaughter had begun… but still they retreated as they were told.

I left Sarin to lead as I needed to focus all my efforts into the charge. I reached deep into the fonts of magical essence that flows my veins and channeled it forth. I managed to break the enemy line and we wedged right through them and halted their advance. Unfortunately they responded aptly and surrounded us. We were now in a fight for our lives.

At this time Lt. Hawksclaw joined the fray and brought down our third wave. This, combined with me once again tapping into what was left of my magical resources permitted us to fall back in a tactful and smart manner.

As wave 3 retreated we caught glimpse of a cyclone forming: the worst possible thing for the enemy to obtain as this summoned lighting creatures from the Tempest plane as well as other abominations we were certainly not equipped to handle. Then, without warning, a large flash o white light smashed into the fort and the cyclone that was forming begins to retract. I can only assume, based on my past experiences, that this was Wolfhaven himself though I have no proof of the matter.

As the white light began to dissipate we began to see a shimmering wave rushing towards us. Things caught in its wake began to disappear. We road hard to escape it and it almost extended beyond the city (where the forces had retired to). Had we waited any longer there would not have been any haven for us… I dread to think what would have happened to us otherwise. It nearly claimed Hawksclaw. Half of his horse was snatched away in a blaring flash and he was thrown forth, barely able to escape.

I turned back towards the enemies fort, reaching out with my magical sense to try and find Wolfhaven, hoping that he had somehow beaten the odds. I gained the knowledge that the Tempest did not have him but, unfortunately, another realm did.

On the 8th of The Planting Moons we found that the townsfolk had returned and weather conditions had returned to normal. I went out with a scouting party to find evidence of the battle but nothing remained. Samira, whose keen eyes see all it seems, was the one who found it — the half torn cloak that belonged to Colonel Wolfhaven. It smelled of sulfer… which lead to only one possible conclusion: He had been pulled into one of the lower planes. Which one, however, we could not tell.

The immediate plan was to find a way to return him to us as quickly as possible. There was not telling who or what had gotten hold of him. The only thing is we would have to find and work with a summoner who specialized in Darkness and Flame — The very thing I had joined the Rangers to destroy. I was certainly not keen on the idea and I do not think I could have worked with them. Still, what choice did we have? How could we just let him remain in whatever horrible realm as the mercy to those diabolical forces? We set off for Echer’Naught….

We arrived on the 14th of The Planting Moons. A plan had been settled on: Perhaps Eris could contact Colonel Wolfhaven and we might find what realm he was in and thus, with the right preparation, we could bring him back.

On the 15th of Planing Moons Hawksclaw was given official capacity work operate the Regional Command Post in a temporary fashion until further notice.

I made it a point to take Samira, during our first free moments, to the Autumn Spring. I figured the poor girl could use a chance to indulge in a more civilized surrounding. It was here that I found Lt. Celebor. My impression of him…well I will keep to myself. I trust him, and he has earn his rank certainly. Beyond that I know nothing off him well enough to form a precise opinion on him.

I informed him that the Colonel had been…misplaced as it were and was residing, temporarily, in another realm of unknown location. He made a few comments before it dawned on him Lt. Hawksclaw was in charge. With a laugh he excused himself. I can only suspect he went and harassed Hawksclaw a little.

On the 16th of The Planting Moons I received a message to attend a gathering at the church on the 13th hour. This, it seems, was to be our first step in locating Wolfhaven. I, along with Sarin and Hawksclaw, attended. We were instructed to come up with a precise question. The question was " What is the name of the realm in which Colonel Baron Alexander Wolfhaven is currently located in"

I do not think we could have been more precise. And perhaps our precision had something to do with our answer (I do not speculate beyond that as these are forces I do not fully understand). Still, we got our answer. Colonel Wolfhaven was in Narkin Dar. And he is not alone.

For those of you who do not know, Narkin Dar is, essentially, adjacent to Hell itself. You could say it is like the Ante-Chamber to Hell. And it is here that we had misplaced Colonel Wolfhaven.

This place is speculated to be the possible birthplace of the Brinchie and it is wherre Chil-der are (think of them, simply, as demons to keep this simple). It is also known as The Hard Lands. Reports indicate people have gone their and returned. So that is, of course, a positive sign.

On the 17th of The Planting Moons Hawksclaw goes to ask Eris if she will do the Planar Contact. I had no doubt in my mind that she would do so for she, like the rest of us, want Wolfhaven back safe and sound. I was not keen on the idea of Hawksclaw being so close to Eris when she went through this process as I did not know what ill effects my become her and would prefer her not to get distracted should things go south with him. Her gift is being a Mentalist. Hawksclaw, though mighty, does not carry the mental fortitude as Eris. Eris believed she could do the task and was glad to do so. However she required time and it would not be until the 33rd of Planting Moons that she could do it.

Over the next few days we began to operate as smoothly as we could with the sudden shift in leadership. Longtail, who so nonchalantly revealed to me, is pregnant and due any day now, was in direct command of our outpost while Lt. Hawksclaw began to fill his regional duties. At one point a meeting was called to discuss training over the summer and what we would focus on. Then, without warning, Hawksclaw and Longtail put us through a test. We were to go up to the second floor and back down through the servants passages. I do not know what occurred during this test as it seems my mind does not desire to remember those ten minutes or so. I plan to make it a personal point to try and find those memories tucked deep within my mind… I do not like missing aspects of my life. It perturbs me.

On the 32nd of Planting Moons I received a personal message from one of my nameless benefactors. He was deciding to call in his favor. It was simple enough — cut through some red tape and allow an Ambassador from the elven lands to enter Echer’Naught unscathed and without disturbance. I was not keen on the idea as it did not give me further details than that, but I had given my word and was honor bound to complete it. It was to occur on the 33rd in the evening so as to be discreet.

I informed Hawksclaw of my personal errand and, with a flustered look upon his visage, he passed me a sack of coins and said go and purchase Longtail something nice. She was in the process of delivery. I found a rather exquisite short sword that might do her well and dropped it off, neatly wrapped, as a gift from the Rangers.

On the night of the 33rd of Planting Moons I went to the elven gate as asked and waited. Sure enough a carriage came towards the doors, pulled by a series of White Elven Horses. Gorgeous creatures whose poise and grace were unparalleled. The mounts the humans use are barbaric, though I must admit exceptional in their task. Though, despite my admiration of them, they will never be Elven Mares. To further indicate this was my mark was the Ironwood Carriage that was so heavily warded with magic that I need not even put forth an effort to sense it. It took only a few moments to get them inside and, like that, my debt was paid.

I made it a point to return to Hawksclaw in Wolfhaven Manor while the 13th hour approached. We were told to only think of Wolfhaven’s name as Eris performed her task (we did not want to distract her). Then, as the hour struck we felt the pressure in our heads. This time, though, it was unpleasant and discomforting.

I do not know what Lt. Hawksclaw saw but, by the expression on his worn features, I could tell it was certainly unpleasant. He told us only one thing. “Prepare. Something bad is on the way…”

I learned the next day that Longtail had had 2 boys and a single girl.

The 1st of Red Wolf was stifling hot and the town seemed as if on mute — that someone had taken it’s voice away. While I appreciated the quiet so that I could focus, it began to get a tad unnerving. As I worked I began to notice the daylight slipping away at an uncharacteristically early hour so I slipped outside to see if the weather had suddenly changed and I was greeted with an omen that chills me too the core.

The sun dimmed and vanished. Then a comet just as bright as the sun, streaked across the sky. Just as it vanished the sun returned and bestowed upon us its life once more…

Had I allowed something terrible into the city? Was it all a ploy? The hand writing and the filigree all fit an elven missive, but have I been tricked? I will need to talk to Streetrunner (since Longtail is out of commission for now) and see if he might be able to unearth anything about who I allowed into the city. Divines save my soul if I single-handedly allowed some terrible evil into our city…

Corporal Evoran Que’Kassars
Stewart of Echer’Naught

Campaign Report 41
Tempest Legionnaires

Colonel Baron Wolfhaven, Alexander
Commander of the Legio Heroes

Seventh Day of Planting Moons, Year 3124 Under the Light

It has been said that upon the eve of battle, one lives a lifetime and generally his own. Having stood upon the precipice of war so often before I have come to see the wisdom in the adage. My thoughts turn to my life and especially the events of the past few years.

I would never have considered in a thousand lifetimes that just two shorts years after my exile from home and heritage my title and lands would be restored, that I would command a Region for the Ranger Corps…or that I would found a women who both excites and vexes in equal measure.

It has been a good life…even if it soon may end.

This is no moribund defeatism, but a realistic assessment of our situation. Even should I manage to close the portal, there is every possibility that I will ultimately perish in the event or, perhaps worse, be carried away to whatever foreign realms these men, if they could be called so, call home.

What I find most curious is not that I have what one might consider regret about tonight’s action, but for what I feel that regret.

My life, I have no concern for its loss, something that I could not have said but a few months ago. At any point in my life, I would gladly have died for my country and cause, I am Olaran. And yet, I never understood how heavily the loss of my land and title had weighed upon my soul. I truly never had a fear of death, but I feared to die before restoring honor to my family, even if that goal seemed unreachable.

Until now.

With my house restored I know that I may die with the knowledge that I did not fail my father’s house.
Yet, I have no heir, so should I die, my house will continue with Alfred, Aradove and Rah’Sahn, but the blood of my veins will end with me.

And that is my only regret. It is hard to face them, even now.

I know they will have harsh words for me. It is their right. They are my vassals and my family. I owe them the honor of hearing those words even if I cannot allow them to sway me.

I do not want to die. I want to live. I want to have a son of my own one day. I want to teach Aradove’s children to ride horses. I want to stand with Rah’Sahn on the day he weds. I want to find the courage to tell Elyanna how I feel.

However, I will not allow any more of my men die for my hubris. I should have known having seen these villains before. Perhaps I was flush with our recent victories or perhaps I am fatigued from days in the saddle. Whatever the truth, our failure to ambush the Tempest Legionnaires is solely with me and it is upon my shoulders to atone.

From what has been reported, Lt. Hawksclaw departed in the morning on the 26th of Golden Eagle and made their way south and east. The closer they rode to the Howling River the greater the storms became. Soon enough they understood that our worst fears had been realized, the Tempest has returned.

On the 33rd of Golden Eagle under a storm thrashed sky, Hawksclaw’s scouting party came up on a village under siege. From a ridgeline a distance away they spied lighting striking the town in intervals too regular to be natural.

Under my orders, the Lt dismounted and moved forward in skirmish formation to scout the town. They met no resistance as they approached, but found no living thing moving outside or within the outskirts of the town. Penetrating further, following Evoran’s keen senses, they were led to the center of the vill which was, at that moment, overrun by strange warriors in heavy, arcfire armor. In their midst stood a standard bearer holding aloft a sigil of a lightning bolt on a midnight field, a Tempest mage robed in voluminous indigo robes and the commander of the unit clad in the finest Arcfire tech.

Hawksclaw wisely chose to avoid confrontation even as the Tempest Legionnaires rounded up innocents to be hauled off as slaves. In retrospect, I should have taken his cue, but my animosity toward the Tempest clouded my judgement.

My men helplessly watched as the Legionnaires marched away with their prisoners. After they were gone, the Rangers scouted the town and found the dead in many houses and in many streets. It would seem the raiders killed all who they could not capture. They did discover, on the advice of Thorgram that someone, likely children, had fled into the fields but they had not time to make a more thorough search.

With the rains growing worse, my Rangers were forced to abandon the search so as to not lose the Legion’s tracks. Following the invaders, they travelled further east in worsening conditions until they found the enemy base.

In a valley clearly marked by our maps was a hill that did not exist. Atop the hill stood an ancient weathered fort which appeared to have been constructed overnight. Worse, it seemed that the strange reality warping effect I observed during the war with the Tempest was emanating from this fort, or a portal within and was altering the very fabric of our world.

That night, the 33rd, Evoran marked the point at which the change from our world to theirs became notable. And then my Rangers camped that evening. In the morning, when they arose, they discovered to their great sorrow that the warping effect was expanding.

I was on patrol in the Elven woods of Landra’Feya with a fist of my Wolfhaven Free Company. We were sweeping the forests in search of the Deniers of Death. Though we found none, we did round up a good number of common criminals who we turned over to local Elven authorities. That night, Eris Moonsilver informed me that Hawksclaw had uncovered a Tempest base on our side of the veil.

Immediately, I ended my own mission, turning over all our prisoners and ordering my men to make a forced ride to Hawkslcaw immediately.

It is little known but a trained rider can cover up to 100 miles per day, assuming remounts and good roads. We covered slightly better.

Before we departed, I ordered Eris Moonsilver to contact Sergeant Minor Longtail and order her to raise a company and march to Hawksclaw’s position. She quickly mobilized the Echer’Naught militia under my authority and marshalled all available Rangers and Wolfhaven Free Company.

She departed Echer’Naught about the same I had turned in that direction with:

500 Echer’Naught Militia
50 Rangers
40 Wolfhaven Riders

When added to Hawkslcaw’s seven Rangers and my 40 Wolfhaven Free Company brought our forces to just around 600. Under normal circumstances 600 Rangers would be more than enough to deal with most any problem. However, we would soon learn this would not be the case.

On the 3rd of Planting Moons, as her column marched to support Hawksclaw, Longtail encounted unexpected allies. Eris Moonsilver had contacted the Shaman of the Stone Tower Gather and informed them of our situation. In response, the Mak Tokash himself, Grimbore, set out immediately with his personal Guard of seven behemoth ogres and managed to catch up with Longtail’s forces.

At mid-day on the following day, the 4th of Planting Moons, my column intersected that of Longtail’s and I officially assumed command. I could definitely see her relief. Odd to have such an excellent commander hate command so, or perhaps that is what makes her so good?

On the 5th of Planting Moons, together my riders, Longtail’s unit and Grimbore’s group met Lt. Hawksclaw at mid-day outside of the village he first discovered which had been quickly converted into his HQ. Our forces was spotted first by the keen eye of Samira Ravenwood. We met on the road as our army filed by in the miserable rain. I ordered Longtail to establish our camps while Hawksclaw and I returned to the HQ to strategize.

Eventually our command staff trickled in. What little they could tell me was that the Tempest forces had established their base of operations in a hill fort which sat at the epicenter of the “distortion.” They were raiding nearby villages for slaves or sacrifices, which we knew not. Hawksclaw estimated somewhere between 60-80 enemy combatants within the fort and posited that there must be a portal within. Given his limited contact with the enemy I was impressed by his intelligence report.

I concluded that we could not act without further intelligence and so I planned to send in a scouting party to recon the fort from the inside. Longtail volunteered to lead the scouting party. I was not surprised, though I loathe to send her into danger given her condition. Nevertheless, she and her husband Streetrunner resolved to make the attempt.

I ordered Hawksclaw to support her with a relief scouting party in case she might need someone to cover her retreat. Meanwhile I gathered the rest of our forces with Evoran’s able assistance, minus a small holding force, and began the long, slow, wet march east.

Longtail and Streetrunner arrived at the enemy fort during the 13th hour of Planting Moons 5th while Hawksclaw established a skirmish line, hopefully, out of sight of the fort’s defenders.

Under the cover of night, Longtail used her inestimable skills of stealth to quietly slip into the fort and relay information via Moonsiver back to Hawksclaw. Then as quietly as she arrived, Longtail slipped away never seen nor suspected by our enemies.

That was the single most successful portion of our mission.

We arrived in the wee hours of the morn, meeting Hawksclaw within a short distance, but out of sight of the enemy fort and made quick camp. Hawksclaw’s force was waiting. Without rest, we immediately convened a meeting of the commanders while our men settled in and cooked food.

Lontail reported that our estimation of number was, in fact, correct. The base held approximately 80 heavily armed Tempest Legionnaires. Worse, all four corners were protected by arcfire enhanced ballistae and within the center of the fort was a portal maintained by four storm mages. The lighting strikes we had been observing struck this portal increasing its power.

With this new intelligence, I resolved to attack the fort at the earliest opportunity using a decisive strike to break through their defenses in order to strike at the heart of the fort. Maybe we could end their arcane ritual.
As we spoke, a scout rode into camp with a report that a unit of 20 legionnaires had just exited the fort heading south. This was a golden opportunity to weaken our enemy and gain potential vital information. I ordered Hawksclaw to take 20 Wolfhaven riders, 10 Rangers and 10 of his command unit and intercept to destroy the Tempest raiding column.

It was, as we discovered a mistake.

At a few hours past dawn on the 6th of Planting Moons, Hawksclaw departed to intercept the slow moving infantry. Our Rangers easily overtook the Tempest column and set up the perfect crescent ambush where the road dropped between two wooded ridges. Hawksclaw’s plan was perfect.

In unison, the archers opened fire under Ranger Ravenwood’s command raining death upon the legion. Six fell under the first barrage alone. Then, before they could recover, the Wolfhaven Riders and the foot Rangers charged into their rear, slamming the door shut. It was perfect…

…and had not appreciable affect.

Without any hesitation, the enemy commander shouted a word and the legionnaires formed immediately into a defensive ring of shields and swords around their commander, standard and mage. Then, in prefect unison, they locked shield and stabbed. Rangers died.

Another volley of arrows. A few dead tempest, but their shield wall was now nearly impervious. Our riders bogged down, slogging to a stop as the tempest were able to thrust upwards at the exposed bellies of their mounts.

Another volley, another furious exchange of blows and more Rangers fell. The tide of battle changed.
Volley. Clash of arms and now the Rangers were on the defensive but holding on.

And then, Lt. Hawksclaw fell under the swords of the tempest. And our lines wavered.

From high on the ridge, Sergeant Minor, remaining aloof from battle watched as her forces began to falter. Experienced told her that staying any longer would be disastrous. With a heavy heart, she sounded the retreat and ordered the archers to cover the withdrawal.

As her Rangers pulled out, Longtail watched the Tempest forces completely ignore the retreating Rangers, collect the gear from their fallen and calmly turn their column back to their fort. If they were concerned about the presence of the Rangers, they showed no sign.

I was in my command tent sketching out a plan of attack to use our ogres to disabled on corner ballistae and then breach the walls of the fort. When the cry went up that our forces were returning I rode out to meet them. Just one look dashed any hope I might have.

Even with 600, we could never hope to defeat the Tempest while inside their fortress. At least, not with a direct assault. Longtail approached, her face a mask as she reported the loss and recounted the events that I have recorded here. I cannot know if her rage was at her inability to fight in her condition, or over the loss of so many good men, or if she had lost faith in my ability to command. I suppose it really doesn’t matter.

I nodded, and sent them to the camp to rest, heal and grieve. I wanted to say I was sorry, to apologize for failing my command. But, there are rules of being a commander and there are times when a brave face is worth a thousand swords.

As my men rested, ate and met with the healers, I stood on the ride atop my mount, Alfred just out of earshot refusing to leave my side. How long I stood, I cannot say by the time Hawksclaw roused me from my reverie the sky had grown warm with morning light.

While lost in my thoughts my mind wandered, thinking of my life and the many joys. My new found family, my command, my honor and lands. And, my Elyanna.

I knew what must be done, but I also knew that my commanders would not accept my decision without a fight. Hawksclaw would initiate my attack as planned, but his assault would be a ruse. With each successive wave he would bleed off 20% of his forces out of sight of the enemy. Those men would immediately withdraw making haste for the village.

When his assault reached its apex, Longtail would lead a raid over the walls to the rear of the fort. She would feint a surprise attack to hint at our attempted subterfuge. This too would be a ruse. The true dagger thrust would fall to me.

Using my, still unexplained, ability to teleport, I would port into their base and destroy the mages or any arcfire devices holding open the portal. My battle would give Longtail, Hawksclaw and the other time to clear the area of the fort. When the portal collapses I fully expect for much of this landscape to be whisked away with it.
It is morning on the 7th of Planting Moons.

Tonight, we attack. Tonight, I throw myself upon the alter of war. Tonight, no more Rangers will die if my life can be exchanged for theirs.

My those I love forgive me for what I do.

Your most obedient servant,
A. Wolfhaven, Colonel

Slayer Report 9
Ambush on the Road

Col. Baron, A. Wolfhaven

RFC. M. VonDiedrich

Golden Eagle, 22nd.

I wanted to address this to you, personally. Here is my report of our return, and my thoughts on the matter. I will be as brief as I am able.
Athrait, our party, and I left the ruined citadel nearly a week and a half ago. The first leg of the journey was quiet. We traveled by day, and set up a fortified camp each night. Having lost the two paladins, we pulled double guard duty. The whole trip, that red dwarf just sneered.

We were a day south of Harken when we were attacked. The night started quietly. I, and a Ranger Trainee took over the watch. I took a place at the rear of our wagon.
It was nearly two in the morning, and one of the Longarms saw a figure in the darkness. Luckily, this gave us a moment to prepare.
I told the other Trainee to fetch Athrait… He made it ten feet, before I herd his death gurgle, from the dark.

I strained to see into the night, as my anger swelled. From before me, a specter took shape, arms silently outstretched. I felt it coil, and try to wrest what was left of my soul from me. It drained my strength, but I was able to slash it, thus destroying it.
Each man was in a similar predicament. But, unlike me, their weapons were not Whitesilver. They had no defense. I hissed at another that was coming for me, but chose to aid one of the Longarms.
I dispatched the third, a moment later, and went around the wagon. As I did I herd the death whisper of a Shayakar.

I rounded the wagon, and found a desperate scene. Another Longarm was locked in a fourth specter’s grip, and the last Trainee was stabbing under the wagon. I freed the Longarm, and saw that the Trainee was fighting a troglodyte. He was bleeding, but still fighting. I stuck the diminutive thing, and it squealed it’s last.

That’s when I saw it.
From behind, a wraith, mounted on it’s skeletal steed, rode into the firelight. “Oh no…” I said.

It charged us and I braced in front of the others. It cleaved through my guard and into my chest. I thought the wound was mortal. It was not, fortunately, but my Nightshade was ripped from top to bottom. I fell to my knees.
From the darkness, Athrait slid next to me and covered us with his shield. His timing was impeccable, because the wraith charged again. Athrait began to pray, and I felt the healing that he invoked. Then the thing broke our small line again, cutting Athrait savagely.

I told the others to get under the wagon, because their weapons would not hurt the wraith. Athrait, managed to cut into it, and it growled in pain. Then he prayed and an angel blazed from the sky.
It looked upon the wraith with disdain.
“Finally, some relief”, I thought. But no. The ghastly rider sneered, and put it’s sword through the angel, shattering it like crystal. I herd Athrait gasp, and those under the wagon cry out. “No!” I screamed.
I looked to Athrait as it charged again, and said, “it’s been a pleasure.” I grabbed my sword in both hands, and at the last moment, lept toward the thing. For my effort, I cleaved into it, and it screeched before dying.
I landed in a bloody heap, and Athrait rushed over.

I looked to see the Longarms kneeling over the last Trainee. He was dead. Killed by the troglodyte’s poisoned knife. I slammed my fists into the dirt in rage.
Then I herd the dwarf snicker his disdain. My vision blurred with anger. I stood, and stalked toward him. I intended to carve that smile, permanently, into his face. Athrait grabbed me. “No! He is not worth it!”, he barked.
“And this is! All of them!”, I screamed!
He looked over the bodies strewn on the ground.
“Let’s kill the bastard. End it now!”, I said, trembling with anger.
For the first time, I saw Alystar look with empathy at me. “We have a job to do VonDiedrich. They’ve done theirs.”
“Fine” I said, through gritted teeth. I walked over to the Trainee’s body, and stared at the dwarf. I raised my sword and took the Trainee’s head.

From then, until dawn, we burned those poor boys bodies.
I wore their ashes and the stench like a mask of death. We all did. I have never grieved, but on that night, I did. Thankfully, that grief has been replaced with anger. Anger, I can deal with.

You know the rest of the story. We arrived, and reported to Sgt. Maj. Stormhammer.

I admit, I did have a difficult time bearing the loss of those boys. I understand that you know more about these things than I. However, I was trained to fight alone, so adjusting has been… difficult.
But, Colonel, I’ve taken the last two or three days to really sit, buckle down, and think.
I had a good talk with Miss Moonsilver, which gave me great insight into the troubles of others, including herself. She is a very dutiful woman, and I appreciated her time.
Then, yesterday, I spoke at length with the Sgt. Major. He was very candid, and helped me to find a direction for my anger. He is a good man, I think. I suppose you could say that he has helped me to regain my focus. I am appreciative for his time, and insight.

I now understand that we all have a job to do, a purpose to fill, and a calling to follow. I can accept the fates of others, and I will choose to accept mine. I do not expect to live for too long. But, with the time that I do have, I will serve.

Respectfully submitted,
RFC. M. VonD.

Campaign Report 40
Baron Alexander Wolfhaven

Colonel Baron Wolfhaven, Alexander
Commander of the Legio Heroes
Regional Command at Echer’Naught, Olara

Twenty Sixth Day of Golden Eagle, Year 3124 Under the Light

I awoke well before dawn on the 21st of Golden Eagle, my first day of resumed command of the Regional Headquarters at Echer’Naught. Lieutenant Rah-Sahn Hawksclaw has command admirably in my absence. Should it be his desire, I will support his continued progress through the ranks. He would make a superlative Captain, though, I wonder if he might not prefer to remain at his current rank.

At any rate, I rose and had a quiet meal in my own kitchen. I was surprised by Lady Elyanna who it seems rises earlier that I. She prepared a wonderful bowl of corn meal, a curious dish but one I might grow to enjoy.
Within the hour servants, staff and hirelings began to arrive to continue preparations for the night’s banquets. Ranger Ranger Sarah had the detail well in hand, per usual. And, Olgor was ably handling the administrative details which left me with little to do. I find idleness does not agree with me.

Half an hour before the appointed time, I gathered Alfred and we rode down to the Ranger outpost in town. By the time we arrived, those Rangers not currently on duty had assembled. I could hear them stirring within. Alfred preceded me and announced my arrival.

When I entered, my Rangers stood at attention and for a moment, I was again back in the War with the grim faced Hammerfalls… I wonder if I am growing melancholy.

Taking my place at the head of the room nearest the large front door, I addressed my Rangers. The brief was straightforward. I began with promotions.

First, I promoted Ranger Thorgram Ramshorn to full Ranger status.

Second, I promoted Alfred Ranger to Ranger 1st class. In addition, I have adopted Alfred into my bloodline with full hereditary titles. He is now, and forever, Alfred Wolfhaven. It has been years since I was able to surprise the boy.

Third, I promoted Evoran Que’kasaars to Corporal and appointed him Steward of the Echer’Naught HQ.
Lastly, I promoted Sergeant Longtail to Sergeant Minor, much to her displeasure. I also appointed her to the position of Quartermaster for the Echer’Naught HQ.

It seems odd now, but we have all come so far…

After a few words of, what I hope was inspiration, I went over new protocols of military bearing, dress and discipline. All of which is covered in my addendum to Lt. Hawksclaw’s General Order 3.

With business concluded, I dismissed myself and allowed my Rangers their breakfast. I left as I entered, my Rangers at perfect military attention. Yes I know that the Ranger Corps behave more like Celebor most times, but someone must hold to a higher standard. That chance starts here. With us.

After departing I too went in search of a bit to eat. I find I am more than partial to Schenkle bread and treated Alfred Wolfhaven to a bite. He has barely spoken a word since his promotion. He walks as if in a dream.

Breakfast concluded, I sent Ranger 1st Class Wolfhaven to attend to his duties while I made an inspection of the men in the field. I first joined Rangers Ramshorn and Trainee Ironblood in the Low Town District. They were on foot patrol and I observed them passing, frustration plain on Ironblood’s features.

We spoke, briefly as we walked and I explained more of the operation of the city. I know that my education was learned in the field and in hindsight some forewarning would have been a boon. We walked together only a short while before I made my leave.

After this, I patrolled all four gates and spoke with the Rangers stationed there. Each Ranger performed well. I am pleased.

Leaving the surface streets, I took to the wall and came upon newly minted Ranger Ravenwood standing watch over the North Gate. We spoke briefly about home and family. I mentioned that she might want to consider visiting the Sacred Grove should she feel homesick. I also pointed her to the Autumn Spring which seems to be a gathering place for Elvenkind in Echer’Naught.

That done, I made the long, arduous trek to the top of the Beacon Tower and looked out over the city and the lands about her. Every field, every garden, every vine burst with riotous color and natural splendor.
Echer’Naught is truly a magnificent city.

At midafternoon I retired to my own house to ensure final preparations for the evening’s banquet were moving apace. I had little to fear for Ranger Sarah had all well in hand. Voices and laughter rang down the halls as servants, groomsmen, bottlers and hired staff swarmed like ants.

I…I confess, my thoughts were drawn to the past, but this time not to the war…but to the days in my father’s hall. I recall as a boy I would run through the halls, getting into everything and trying to steal sweets from the kitchen. My mother loved formal events nearly as badly as father hated them.
The light, the music, the dancing…

They were happier times. Or perhaps not? As I sat watching the bustle, Sarah’s beaming face, Alfred working with the staff, Gendarre and his men trying to goose servant girls who giggled back…

It was almost…


But that is the past.

By evening all was in preparation and I retired to dress. Sarah is truly a wizard with needle and thread. My new dress inform fit like a glove and, despite my reservations, looked rather dashing. Dawning my sash, sword belt and gloves I made my way downstairs were my uncomfortable Ranger staff were gathering in the fore hall. Hawksclaw and Evoran seemed the only two at ease. Of course Lady Moonsilver stood beside her dashing officer like diaphanous moonlight, pale and lovely.

Evoran looked the peacock, but not a stitch out of place. He has come far from the pompous Sorcerer who arrived in a dark hour. I have grown to greatly respect the Eldakar and see a bright future for him in the Rangers.

Upon arrival, I made an immediate check of all preparations. This dinner must go without complication or much face would be lost. So focused was I on the final details that I completely missed the arrival of my houseguest, Lady Elyanna.

I was the only one.

All eyes turned toward the balcony as she glided down the stairs. Raven haired, eyes sparking like emeralds in a dress of green gossamer and silk. For a moment, all lights, even those in the heavens dimmed as she floated to the landing.

In battle I have never faltered, against demons, horrors of the night and all manner of fiends from beyond the veil. I am undaunted. But when her coy smiled touched her rosy lips I fear all thought and awareness abandoned me. I was lost, adrift on a sea with only her star to guide me.

I was…enchanted.

How long I stood like some lovestruck schoolboy, I cannot say, but Hawksclaw’s gentle cough roused me from my stupor. I am not so much a fool to know that I had been ambushed and for a heartbeat, I had thoughts to be cross with my erstwhile friends. Until of course, Elyanna slipped her arm in mine and all such notions faded like morning dew in the face of the sunlight of her smile…

We received no fewer than fifty guest, among them the Lord Mayor, the Royal Sheriff, Lord RabenClau and even the High Druidess Treesinger herself.

I remember none of it. I am told that we were a most gracious couple, Elyanna and I. Perhaps that is true. Who can say.

All I remember his her gentle laugh, the warmth of her hand in mine and a scent of flowers hanging about her like the mists at the end of the world, obscuring everything but her countenance…

Eventually, I was rescued from my plight by the most innocuous of allies. Dinner.

We all gathered at my table in the Grand Hall and I was given the honor of welcoming my guests and introducing the assembled dignitaries. Then, food was brought and the feast was had. I heard few, if any, complaints.

After dinner, in the glow of the fire and our own full bellies, I rose again to make presentations. Again I greeted my guests and spoke of my admiration for the deeds of all those assembled. I spoke of my fondness for the city and her people and most importantly my Rangers.

With that, I unveiled my newest consideration, Battle Ribbons to be awarded to the men and women who risk so much that we may live in safety.

First, the Tempest Ribbon. It is a Lightning bolt in a Triangle representing the Storm and from it, an indigo ribbon.

This I awarded to all who fought the tempest including, Hawksclaw, Wolfhaven, Longtail, and Rildrirr.
Second, I introduced the Legios Heroes which I began during the Tempest crisis and officially inducted Longtail for she stepped beyond the veil to fight our enemies.

Third, I introduced the Rising Darkness. This is a Skull embossed Cup with a black ribbon. This was awarded to all the Rangers assembled who fought to defend the Eckhart Keep.

I also inducted Alfred into the Legios Heroes for his actions that day.

Lastly, the Crimson Crusade which featured a Broken Downward sword with red ribbon. This was awarded to Hawksclaw, Rildrirr and Wolfhaven.

And with that, I was to conclude when Hawksclaw arose to speak with a look which truly worried me. I could sense that he was up to some plan, but I could not guess as to what.

I was soon to discover.

With the help of Evoran, who stood with a scroll of documents, my Rangers proceeded to hand me the bill of sale, the deed and the original Charter for my home…the Wolfhaven lands…

Never in my life has anyone cared so much…given so much as these Rangers. When I turned my horse south so many years ago I knew, I KNEW, that I had failed my family and lost lands which had been entrusted to our line for 1374 years.

And now, with trembling hands, I held that land again…

My honor has been restored…

But my brothers were not yet done. Hawksclaw had one more surprise and I could see that even the others were not expecting this…

By order of Lady Harken herself, despite my status as a Ranger, my title of Baron with all right and privileges was restored.

And in that single moment, I was made whole.

Tears stung my eyes as I hugged them tightly. Words failed. How could I speak? How could I explain that they had returned to me something so precious that even my own life paled in comparison? How could I explain that they had returned honor to my family…to the Rangers…to us all.

I was…overwhelmed.

I admit that I was forced to retire for some time simply to grasp the enormity of it all. To even believe it to be real.

But it was. I am now Baron Alexander Wolfhaven.

And I am going home.

If the earlier portion of the evening went in a blur, after that I remember less. We managed to conclude the evening, though I had dozens of requests from nobles, merchants and commanders to speak the following day. I assented to them all and managed to finally extricate myself from the throng.

Later, in the Gardens of the manor, I sat along reading and re-reading the scrolls by moonlight. It seemed a dream. I was startled by a presence and looked up to see Elyanna standing beside the cupola. I invited her to sit and we sat there, just talking until nearly dawn…

She is a remarkable woman.

On the 22nd of Golden Eagle I spent the entire day going from meeting to meeting. Everyone wished to speak with me, some to negotiate alliances, some for favors, some merely to ingratiate themselves with me. It was rather tedious, but I suppose I must expect this from now on?

We left early on the 23rd and made our way north to the Wolfhaven lands. With me came Hawksclaw, Rildrirr, Evoran, Samiar, Thorgram, Rysak, and Sarah and actually Streetrunner, Longtail’s husband. It would appear that Rildrirr had something he wished to do.

We arrived at the end of my lands (I can almost not believe saying it) in the wee hours on the 24th of Golden Eagle. There, we found a camp and druids waiting. Apparently, Rildrirr had been busy setting up a special ceremony.

In the center of a large circle was a wooden pole carved with faces and animals. He called it a Totem. He asked us all to sit and then he stood and in his brief, straightforward manner explained that in his people, this ceremony would adopt us into his tribe, make us…honor brothers.

Then, he named us each and presented a personal Totem.

I was named Silver Fang and was given a large Dire-wolf tooth on a leather thong.
Longtail was called Swift Foot and Streetrunner received her totem.
Hawksclaw was named Soaring Eagle.
Evoran was named Owl’s Eyes
There was an Orc from the Stone Tower Gather who accepted a totem for Grimbore. He was named Standing Mountain.
Alfred became Young Pup.
Sarah became Sweet Doe. Fitting.
Stormhammer was named Hearthfire.
Olgor became Aged Oak.
And Rildrirr called himself Raging Bear.

Finally, Raging Bear presented me with an ornate knife from the leg bone of a Dire Wolf and called me his Brother.

I am well and truly honored. It is not easily to win the loyalty of a Northman, but once earned, I know that you have a friend for life.

After the Ceremony as we all sat around the fire, I felt urged to tell them of my family, and the story of how we came to become the Wolfhaven. Perhaps it was Rildrirr’s words, just being on my lands again, or perhaps I felt I owed them for coming together to return my home. I know how much it cost.

I told them the story of the she-wolf who gained the respect of the greatest hunter in my family’s history. How after generations of hunting and being hunted by the wolves, we learned to live in harmony with the land. I revealed that the Wolf on our crest is that She-wolf and that her courage, her wisdom lives on in all who bear the Wolfhaven bloodline.

That night I slept in the grass of my homeland, under the stars I had as a boy. As the sun rose that morning, the 24th of Golden Eagle, I rose as well, a new man. We reached the ruins of my home that mid-day and I discovered repairs already under way. Rildrirr explained that he and Hawksclaw had been recruiting wounded veterans from the wars and given them new purpose here as farmers and laborers.

I rode with my Rangers across the lawns and stables of my childhood. I stepped through the door of my father’s house, my house for the second time since giving it up. I knelt before my father’s chair and wept tears of joy.

Then, for the very first time, I sat in my father’s chair of stone…and looked down at the faces of my Rangers, my friends and my family.

The Wolfhaven’s have returned to their lands.

We could not stay, despite my desire and made a hard ride back, not stopping until afternoon on the 25th.
Reports from the south had been coming in of Bandits and rogue armies. I ordered Hawksclaw to prep his men and prepare to leave on the following morning of the 26th of Golden Eagle. After which, I returned home to find Elyanna waiting for me. We dined that evening, just the two of us.

I stood above the Southern Gate at dawn and watched as Lt. Hawksclaw led his troupe south. He was joined by Evoran, Sarin, Thorgram, Samira and Ryask. Longtail is now officially on light duty due to her medical condition.
Alfred and I are heading west into Landra’Feya. I hope that we might provide some assistance to the elves there. We will be leading the Wolfhaven Free Company. We depart tomorrow morning.

I have dispatched Sir Lugard with a group of Rangers to investigate another report of Bandits to the south and west in the direction of Greenvale. They will leave later today.

By the 30th I will be in the Elven lands and will continue operations there until I am satisfied that these Deniers of Death are eliminated.

Your most obedient servant,

Baron A. Wolfhaven, Colonel
Regional Command at Echer’Naught, Olara


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