Campaign of the Month: June 2018

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

Black Lantern Report 1
Elm Grove Listening Post

On the morning of Festival Moons 16th, Beta team was ambushed by a significant number of arc-fire wielding bandits whose description matches the bandits Thomas worked with during his “Leave”. Without the healer and heavy hitter, the team was eventually overwhelmed by arcfire. Malerie was flanking the enemy when a blast struck Alfred, Sir Lugard, and Gwyn. Malerie stayed only long enough to confirm Alfred’s death, smoking and cooked body in his armor, before cutting her way free and returning to Echer’Naught by the 19th. He wounds are consistent with her story. All attempts to reach Alfred via Telepathy have failed. All other means of tracking or confirming his status also failed.
Investigation teams on site within days recovered the torched remains of three bodies, the arms and armor consistent with Sir Lugard, Gwyn, and Alfred, including his trademark White Silver Boar Spear.
Last Call for the team was held on Festival Moons 20th with funeral rites on the morning of the 21st.

The Last Will and Testament of Evoran Que'kasaars
Died, 2nd Festival Moons, 3125

This document stands as the Last Will and Testament for Evoran Que’kasaars. It is with this document I deliver to my family my last gifts and words.I name Samira Ravenwood Executor of this document, for my trust in her is supreme. Should she not be available for whatever reason, then I leave the task to my protégé’, Malcolm, for my trust in him is also unwavering.

My Dearest Family,

If you are reading this then I have, regrettably, perished in my duties. For placing that burden upon you, I am so sorry. It has made life harder, and that was never my intention. Truthfully, I never saw a point in these things until I lost my immortality. It was then I saw the beauty and horror of the mortal life.

I have been blessed for I have loved like no Eldakar ever could. I have been cursed for I have felt loss like no Eldakar could ever understand. Know that my curse is lifted and I am at peace. I am home.

In my passing, however, there are things that need to be addressed. Tasks that I have failed to complete in life. Ironic that my list is more of events, and things to offer as opposed to material possessions. One would think with my lavish taste I would have a lot more to give than I do.

To Sarin I leave my fine robes. I always had a spare remain in Echer’Naught. I leave these to you my friend. I know you will wear them well. Should they need tailoring, I request funds be used so it will fit him.

To Dakota I leave my Shay’von Armor. It has served me well in my endeavors. Hopefully it can serve you just as well. You are young. I hope this gift permits you the chance to experience happy moments in life. If this needs tailoring to her, I request funds be put aside to permit this as required.

To Thorgrim — Alas, I have nothing of a material to give to you my friend. Instead, you will find enclosed with this the papers that will allow Muriel to officially become a Ranger of Echer’Naught. They merely need a signature. She has been loyal to you and you to us. I only see it fit that she be taken care of.

To Eris Moonsilver I leave my Filing System — I request that a patent be filed. Since I am unable to be listed as the benefactor of any financial gain in death, I would like it to be filed in the name of Eris Moonsilver. She is to be the recipient of these funds with one caveat: So long as the Library stands and is successful, the funds will go to keeping it functioning. Should it fail, the funds are hers to do with as she sees fit. Malcolm should be able to file the necessary paperwork for this. Eris, I am sorry I did not find him, but I still hold to the truth that we will.

To Malcolm I bestow The Library — This was my dream passed to me from my Master, Olgore. I pass it down to my protégé, Malcolm. He has learned my filing system and I feel he would be the best at seeing to its affairs. I would request Malcolm file the necessary paperwork to create an order to be stationed at the Library. The purpose of The Library is to share knowledge and make it accessible for all, especially for The Rangers. The name of the order is to be The Order of The Open Book.

Attached also, my dear Malcolm, is the necessary paperwork for your promotion to full Ranger. You have served us admirably and no one can take that from you. With this I also gift to you a letter of recommendation. This letter of recommendation is for the position that I have now vacated, the Stewart and Scribe of Echer’Naught. I have taught you all that I can. I hope it is enough.

To Samira I leave my Whitesilver Rapier. It has never slain in my service with the Rangers, however, it is the closest thing I have to Hawksclaw as he used a similar weapon. With that being said I pass it on to you. I hope to start a tradition in his honor — passing this to the next leader. So take this rapier in honor of Hawksclaw, and as a symbol of my blessing. I think you will do well. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you most. My last request of you is to make sure my family back in Landra’Feya know of my life and deeds. I leave the method up to you.

Finally, to my love, Lady Treesinger — I leave to you, my most precious gift: My Everwood Staff. It is apart of me, bound to me. I give it to you so that I shall be with you always, even in death. Farewell, my Lady. Until our paths cross once more. I love you.

Thank you all, so much, for being my family. My time with you has been some of the most joyous experiences I could ever hope for. I am only sorry that it was as brief as it was. So I can only offer one final piece of advice that I have learned in my very brief stint with mortality.

Be stalwart like the Dwaves. Wise like the Eldakar. Swift like the Brinchie. Honorable like the Goblinesh. And passionate like the humans.

I love you all.

Farewell, my dear family.

Evoran Que’kasaars

Campaign Report 70
Into the Underworld: Death of Evoran and Ben

Kura’Kai Report-Part Three.

23rd day of Festival Moons, Year 3125

This is my report

I would ask the Sergeant if my dates are correct. He is no longer able to answer questions.

We came out of the fiery pit like avenging demons from the Abyss. Our deliverance, as the Priests who visit our Gather like to say, was NOT at hand.

Thank the Ancestors, the battle I have awaited has found me.

Before us were arrayed three armies. Flame, Darkness, and Tempest. Matched set. I have underestimated these Southlanders, Rangers and Olaran both. The Northern Gathers have no absolute claim on courage…or sacrifice.

Commander Kelles, true warrior, commanded his men to form a shield wall and push the Childer and Undead hordes into the teeth of the Tempest Legion. It was a good plan. Not good enough.

Our healer, Priest Drainar was able to revive the Sergeant, but Brother Toma was done for, though we didn’t know it then.

Sergeant, Corporal, me, Wyvern, Steile, Drainar, Danica and Dakota joined with members of the Great Wolf’s army, the White Silver Wolves led by the Red warrior Volstagg.

Commander Kelles gave us the duty to hold the left, plug the holes and wait for an opening in the Tempest lines. Assuming we ever go there. We didn’t.

It was maybe an hour after the 13th on the 2nd of Festival Moons when we joined the battle. Words are poor substitutes for experience. I cannot TELL you what happened. You simply cannot understand. You read these words and THINK you know, but you do not.

Can you know the terror of the man beside you as he watches his life’s blood pool at his feet? Have you felt the cold touch of Darkness as the corpse of your best friend begins to tear out your still beating heart? What about the intense heat of Flame as a Thaumaturgist burns your unit to cinders…?


Then what can I tell you here.

We fought. Like Lions we fought. Our lines pushed them back, slipping and sliding over the guts of our friends. And then we were throw back, forces back across the ground we spend a dozen lives to gain.

Back and force, churning the earth to a bloody froth, out legs stained to our crotch in the intestines of our brothers. Olarans fell, Ranger fought. My arms grew heavy.

It was maybe 200 yards to the Tempest lines. We never made is closer than half that. Olaran bodies carpeted the ground, but in the end, we ran out of men, and time.

Tempest Arclances cut bloody swathes through Flame and Darkness until only they, and we remained. Our numbers dwindled to a couple dozen, the Ranger forces battered and nearly broken.

Dawn brought death and Kelles gave the command, “Die with Honor.”

We would have too. Were it not for the Sergeant. Most of my kin think of Mage types as weak, relying on Magic because they lack the strength to lift a blade. I have learned otherwise.

Kelles gathered his men and made an orderly retreat, the Rangers held the rear. Sergeant walked alone into the valley of death and faced the Tempest forces alone. Such power.

At first, the ground rippled with eldritch purple energy, blasts, beams, and…what…I can’t say. Then, the Sergeant’s body began to dissolve, becoming more energy than flesh. Purple lighting rippled through him like waves of a storm…

By the end, I couldn’t see him, just light, flashes, and death.

One man defeated an army our entire force could not. It was a good death. His name will be long remembered. In the end, nothing remained but blasted wastelands.

We pulled back to a grove of trees created by the Druids. Commander Kelles had established a secondary relief location. Wise man. It was here, after being released from duty by Stiele. Oh, Sergeant dead, and the Corporal unconscious. I think she was doing something magicky with the Tempest Mage.

Released, I found Brother Toma’s body. Thought I’d saved him. Seems, I lack the strength of the Sergeant… I could save nobody. Even if I’d stayed behind, what good would it have done? I have always been the strong one, the tough one. That day, I was as useless as a corpse. No, I’d seen plenty of more useful corpses that day.

In my home, it is traditional when a brother falls to take a piece of his soul with you, and leave a piece of yours behind. So, I took his mask of blue and white and left mine of black and iron. It felt…right placing it on my face. Only later did I understand that the mask was not all I had taken.

I was given permission to burn the body. I would have done the same for the Sergeant, if there was a body left to burn. I remained with my brother until the rest of his spirit rose into the sky to join the ancestors. Then, I found a healer to bind my wounds. I would not let them waste their magic, or herbs on me. I was not worthy.

Then, I sought out Dakota. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Soot staining her pale face, eyes burning, even in spite of the disease wracking her body, she failed to retreat a single step. Something the druidess did to her had her glowing with power, life. I could not resist her. She, though, could clearly resist me.

It was not a no. But definitely not yes. Defeated, I retired to pray to my ancestors for strength and guidance. Sleep was long in coming. Before I passed out, I gathered the white dust from the mountains and made the oath. I failed to protect my Gather, and so I was unworthy of my life. I am now one of the dead walking, a ghost among the living, not alive, not dead. Waiting for the time when I can reclaim my honor and join my ancestors.

I was awakened mid afternoon by Dakota. She’d reconsidered. I’ll not say what happened. That is between us.

Strange. Among my people Marriage is unusual. We tend to breed for strength and passion, not contract. But here I am thinking only of being with her again, forever? And I don’t figure she thinks twice about me. Don’t know if I’m growing soft, or wise…

All of this happened on the 2nd of Festival Moons. Abyss, I suppose most of that last battle did. That afternoon, the Corporal, awake now, called us to a meeting. There, she informed us that the Olarans needed us to leave. Dakota still scared the elves and despite everything we had done…I may never understand these Southlanders.

Treesinger was there. She and the Corporal went off. Corporal came back with the Sergeants staff. I guess we’ll leave it to the Olarans to recover everything else from the fallen. We geared up and headed north. Wyvern’s home was having trouble and we had to deal with that before heading to the place called Echer’Naught.

Seems like the city is home to these people. Me, I’ve never been. But the longing look in their eyes when they speak of it makes me want to go.

Before we head out, I hear the Corporal asking around for a Far Speaker. Dunno what that means, but I know that I can help. Don’t ask how. Turns out, that mask has more than a piece of Toma’s soul. I think it may have the whole damn thing. Sure enough, I reach out and, WHAM, I’m hearing voices. Well, one voice.

Woman. Elf, I should say. Says her name is Lady Moonsilver. What kind of name…? Anyway, Toma knows her, trusts her. So, I relay what Corporal says to me to Toma, he tells this Moon lady and back again. I guess its faster than messengers, but leaves me with a damn headache. Can’t do that too much. Anyway, turns out I’m the new Far Speaker. Whatever the hell that is. Oh, and the Sergeant got off one final message before dying. Bastard filed a bleeding report!!!!

Damn, Sergeant. Hell of a thing. One hell of a thing.

Three days hard walk. Not bad, all things considered. Danica stayed behind with the Olarans and Steile returned to the forest with his kind. We did pick up the Red Warrior, Volstagg. Wyvern was hot to trot. Kept pushing to move faster. Seems he missed his home as well.

Anyway, 5th of Festival Moons we arrived. Right at first, something was off. Wyvern had left mercs to guard the place. Nobody was moving. Front gate wide open. I smelled a trap.

We moved in, cautious like. Corporal on edge. Half of us were still hurting bad from the battles. We get inside the courtyard…and nothing. Like nobody home. So, we spread out, I hold the center. First Dakota, then Volstagg, then Drainar shout out. Bodies.


The place was a tomb. But no sign of battle, no burning, no broken arrows or discarded gear. Almost like everyone just keeled over and died. Spooky…

Wyvern lost it, took off inside the keep screaming for his maid, what was her name…Fella…no Feena. Maybe.

Anyway, Corporal shouts for me, so I follow. Inside, the same. Just more dead mercs and no sign of struggle. Then, we hear movement in a cupboard along the wall. Wyven throws open the door while Corporal covers him and I watch the room.

Feena, curled in a ball. She leaps into Wyvern’s arms, terrified. I’m just lowering my weapon when Wyvern screams, the little witch’s knife in his side. He drops. Corporal does her in.

That’s when I feel it…in my mind. Like a pressure. Not like Moon lady’s touch, which felt kinda nice. Gentle caress. Almost tender. No, this was like an dagger behind my eyes. Brother Toma was having non of it. Don’t know what he did, don’t barking care.

About then the Corporal shot me. I figured MAYBE she didn’t mean it, but when she nocked another arrow, I had to take her down. Was trying to be gentle…then Drainar comes in and starts shooting everybody. Corporal goes down. I think I may have done it. Maybe not. I was seeing red.

This was a bad place. Had to get out. Me and the dwarf traded blows. I nearly had him when Volstagg stepped in. Pushed us apart and started screaming. Ok, so maybe I over-reacted. Then HE bashed me upside the head!!!!

That’s it. They are all dead. And I woulda done it too.

But she was there. Tear running down her cheeks. Cut through the red haze like a chuktar through armor…

I’ll die before I see her tears again. Someone started shouting about adepts and mind control. Brother Toma told me we were in danger. Someone, Leaora, maybe Dakota. I don’t know. Someone said to run. Drainar and Volstagg grabbed the Corporal and Wyvern and followed the others out the door.

Toma said I had to fight or we were all dead. He said he could protect me…for a while. Also, said the bastard was upstairs. Dunno how he knew, but he was right.

I charged. Never saw him, but Toma could. Kept shouting directions. Kinda like a spotter. I trashed the place good. Dunno if I hit him or not. Toma said he was gone. Dead? Maybe, dunno. But, we were safe.

Outside again, we looked like hell. Wyvern was taken to his room. Corporal came around. I was on guard. Dunno much but I DO know that the next morning something changed in Dakota.

Later, the Corporal said that she was healed from the plague and now she was magic??? Elves are odd. But, beautiful. Never thought Dakota could be MORE so, but she is.

Damn I got it bad.

Volstagg gets us fed and Drainar keeps us alive. We salvage what we can and deal with the bodies. Wyvern comes around on the 10th. I was outside when that happened. We had left his maid’s body in state. Figured he’d need to see it.

He was on his way there when something broke him. When the Corporal saw it, she ordered an immediate retreat. We grabbed all we could carry and ran. Said it was a flag.

Obsessed with Wagons. Terrified of illness and flags. Strange band. But warriors. Damn good warriors.

So, we headed east and south. We travel days, weeks. Then, on the 23rd of Festival Moons, just after dawn, we crest a rise and there lies the city of Echer’Naught. Big, though not as big as say, Rhion. Still. BIG. Walls, flags, the works.

We enter the north gate and head straight for the Ranger Headquarters. There, the rest of us sit outside while the Corporal goes in to talk with the boss. I was real tired at this point. I know cause I swear I saw a goat wearing a green cloak leading a group of Rangers around the courtyard.

Anyway. Got a good look at my new home. One corner a massive tower reaching into the sky, two large barracks and a castle all sitting atop a hill. Decent defenses. Corporal comes out a bit later, tells us last call for Sergeant in two days. We are getting a new commander, someone named Whitestone, former comrade, and that she was denied command. What kind of bull…


Still, we were given leave. Three weeks. Guess I need to find a bed, a bath, and a bar.

After everything I am left with doubts. Strange for me. Doubt is the death of a warrior, but as I am already dead… We think of these Southlanders as weak, with their talking and their politics. But I know better now. I know that they talk not because they are weak, but because they do not SEEK war. Yet, if war is called for, their strength, bound by love and honor, is more terrifying than anything I have witnessed. Perhaps, it is time I too gained some of this Southland “weakness”…

Also, how do you ask an elf to marry?

I should sign this

Campaign Report 69
Into the Underworld: Part 2

Kura’Kai Report-Part Two.

Still, 1st day of Festival Moons, Year 3125

This is my report

We entered the tunnels and caves beneath the rocks. I led because I could see…and smell the enemy. My band, brave as they are, were simply not cut for this kind of work.

Mines. Been in places like this before. Back home, there was a goblin run operation south of my Gather. Way south. 2-3 days.

I was protecting a convoy for my Mak Torkash, picking up ingots and things for forging. Learned real quick that mines are no place for anyone. Place was crawling with rats the size of dogs, and worse.

The more things change, no? Lost half my band back then. Figured I’d lose more here.

This place was nothing but Darkness, and I’m not talking about the lack of light.

When we first stepped inside, the silence, well, dull roar, was almost deafening compared with the raging storm outside. Corporal’s got more chutzpah than even I gave her credit for. She would make a worthy enemy.

Wall of wind and water behind us, and dank, reeking mines ahead… Ancestors I love my jog.

Brother Toma lit his blade like a torch. Something to do with the Church of Light or his mind powers. Dunno. Magic is strange.

Didn’t bother me nun, till I heard them. Sounded almost like silk ripping over rocks, but faint like. A whisper. Then I saw the shadows, long spindly ones, moving against the light. One nicked the Sergeant, the other Brother Toma.

Dakota was behind me. Close. I could smell he scent of flowers, and decay. Flipped her to get at them. Shadow spiders. I killed one. Bard Leora did good with the Chuktar. Now I can kill anything.

Shadespider is what Danica yelled. So that’s what they were. More came, people got bit. Dakota too. Tough girl. Sad to think she will die soon. A waste.

We killed a couple, but they seemed attracted to the light. So, Sergeant said douse the blade. Well, Wyvern tossed his cloak to cover Brother Toma’s sword. The Brother looked a bit peeved, but he killed the light.

I didn’t mind. I can see in the dark. Better even than the elves. So, I saw what came next.

Can’t say that being in the dark was any better for us, but seems those Shadespiders need a least a little light. So, we defeated one enemy by making ourselves vulnerable to another. Fair trade? S’pose so. Not my call.

Next came the Arachnaurs. Two of them. One toward Dakota, the other on our right from another tunnel. Steile, I think his name is, he ran into the flamed thing. Don’t know who was more surprised. The strutting elf has moves, but he’s a depressed sort. Gets flustered easily. Not a warrior, but something else. He punches good enough.

I leapt Dakota again, got webbed, broke free and killed my spider. Stiele played around a bit, not real serious. Guess he’s not easily impressed, but he eventually got the job done.

Our soldiers mostly got stuck. I think Bard Leaora and the Corporal worked to get them unstuck in the darkness. Honestly, don’t know. I know we came out with fewer than when we went in, so, some of them may still be there.

So, we went deeper in the mines. Left first. I lead. Next tunnel, more spiders.

Me and the Sergeant got webbed. Bad. The others were cut off. I broke free and charged, cut down one of the spiders. Behind me, the Sergeant started talking to a horse? No, unicorn.

Never seen a unicorn. Some say they ain’t even real. Saw an ass with a horn glued to his head that the shyster claimed was a genuine thing. It wasn’t, though donkey doesn’t taste half bad.

Nor does shyster…

Whatever he said worked. Cause I could see. Not just the red blood of my enemies. I could see proper. Arachnaur’s are ugly brutes, I can tell you that. All of them we fought, women. Odd, no?

So, the others, behind the webs, start cutting through. Sergeant gets free, so does Brother Toma and Steile and the rest. Corporal and Bard Leaora stay well back. Helping the soldiers or hiding, don’t know, don’t care.

Onward to another cavern. This one is bigger. Left or right. Left smells bigger and wetter, right seems darker, closer in. Sergeant says right, so I go right.

Me and Danica get ahead, come into another chamber. Guess what’? More Arachnaurs. Almost like they live down here.

Behind us, the rest of the band got ambushed by waves of skeletons. I didn’t see the battle. Well, not till the end. They did well enough. Steile dropped one or two. The Sergeant did as well. Wyven didn’t die. The healer stayed busy, I hear keeping us all alive.

Eventually, the Sergeant collapsed the tunnel they was coming from. Not sure if I would have, but what was done was done. We killed out three bugs. Well, I killed two, Danica her one.

Regroup and re-think. Our bard figured the best way was left, but that was blocked, so we went right again, back past our spiders and then left. Tunnel looped around again and we entered a large cavern.

The mine proper. Tracks, carts, lamps, the works.

I also heard and smelled water. Brackish vile stuff, but water it was.

And bridges.

With lights came Shadespiders. Sergeant said push, so I pushed.

I made it across the rickety bridge, one of two, over the chasm. Sergeant and Danica with me and Brother Toma made the leap. We were met by crossbow bolt and Dwergs. Oh, and they dropped our bridge.

Never faced a Dwerg before but they are tough as reported. Steile leaped the chasm. Seems now that he can see proper, he has a bit more spirit. I suppose Sergeant’s spell missed him. Or, he wasn’t worthy. Dunno. Magic is odd.

I take on my handful, Brother Toma, the Sergeant, Danica, and Steile join in the fun. Drainer, the healer, runs around to cross the other bridge. Not smart.


Down it went with a surprised looking dwarf. And sploosh. Dwarves can’t swim. Oh well, there goes a perfectly good healer.

Dwergs maybe ugly as sin, but they hit hard as an anvil. And them crossbowmen were no joke. In no time, Sergeant goes down. Brother Tome tries to cover him, and then he goes down. Seemed almost like he off’d himself. Magic maybe? Odd stuff.

So, me, Danica and Steile have the Dwergs all over us. The Corporal is covering us. Not sure what Wyvern and Leaora are up to. Maybe they and Dakota are fishing the dwarf out of the drink? I hear a lot of shouting.

Course, then a lucky hit and I’m seeing red. Missed the next bit. Just know I cleared out the Dwergs just in time to hear some bloke laughing from the shadows ahead. I couldn’t see em, but I could smell the Corruption. Then, the rumble started.

It sounded almost like thunder, but this thunder came with smoke, fire and lots of rocks. We were trapped on this side of the river with the whole bloody place coming down about our heads. It was a neat little trap, I can’t lie.

I mastered myself in enough time to see Danica screaming. The Sergeant and Brother Toma were down. No WAY they were getting across that chasm. Steile made the leap. No hero there. Danica would have died with me, so I scooped them up and hurled them. That’s when the rocks came down…

Dunno what happened next. Swore I saw a Unicorn. Probably just hit on the head by a rock. Next thing I know, I’m standing on the far side, head just spinning.

Danica’s screaming, the dwarf is coughing up black water. Wyvern is dying. What in the Abyss was going on.

Leoara starts screaming about a rope, so she and Danica throw out a line and we all grab on. I scoop up the Sergeant and Brother Toma. I nearly dropped them the ground shook so bad. We had to hurry, pieces of stone the size of a Mak Torkash’s hut were crashing down all around.

I could at least see. Most couldn’t. Not sure who was luckier. So, I held on and ran trusting the Elf to lead us free.

Out through the tunnels passed the piles of dry bone, out passed the webs, out of the caves into the exterior mine. It too was coming down. Like the whole world was exploding around us.

We ran, slipped and clawed over a carpet of bodies, men, horses, corpses and worse. All the while the walls around us tumbled like a child’s toy knocked over by a prat.

Finally, through the smoke and dust, we could see the exit. I dropped the rope and sprinted. So did everyone else. Coughing, covered in soot and blood we staggered drunkenly out of the rocks to fine a wall of men…with their backs turned.

No more than a hundred Olarans stood shields locked facing outward. Beyond them, a scene of nightmare. Flame creatures and undead tore at each other, and the Olarans in a grande, bloody free-for-all. The Commander, Lord Kelles, nor horse or helm stood grimly surveying the field.

He seemed surprised out our appearance. I was just about to drop the two when a horn sounded in the distance. Coming over the ridge that we had camped on just last night, another army appeared.

Small, but very well drilled, above them rose a standard, a Lightning bolt on a Midnight field…


It is a good day to die.

… to be continued …

Campaign Report 68
Into the Underworld: Part 1

Kura’Kai Report-Part One.
1st day of Festival Moons, Year 3125

This is my report

Now with horses we find ruins that are run down even for ruins. This is where I will sit for weeks. At least these Free Riders know their business. Sergeant says we arrived on the 31st of Eternal Sun. So, I guess we did.

The Corporal had me guard a pile of rocks on the south side. There were three of them. One was big with moss. One was mid-sized and kinda brown. The smallest was actually pretty. Some crystals and such. I figure they might have been a wall once. All they could stop now would be an anemic ratzin with one leg. Orders are orders.

Hey, and that strutting elf showed up a couple days later. Turns out he got lost in the mists and managed to save our elf escorts. I’m still not sure if they are there to protect us, or keep us prisoner. Anyway, now we have more elves. Yay!

We spent three days piling rocks for walls. Hey, my little rock garden grew into a wall…or at least a pile of rocks resembling a wall. As long as I didn’t lean too hard, they usually stayed stacked.

Then, on the 1st of Thunder Hawk we got more horsemen. Wolfhaven Free Riders. There sure are a lot of these guys our here. I thought we were in elven lands? And, I don’t think this fort was ever designed for this many horses and warriors. A bit crowded.

Things were pretty boring after that. I watched my rocks. Horses stamped and farted. Rangers paced and pouted.

Then the real warriors arrived. Late on the 3rd the Corporal Ravenwood sounded the alert. We all scrambled up the rocks to see a sight which brought a tear to my eye. Down below, snaking across the valley was a perfectly ranked column of warriors in tight formations. Pikes, billhooks, swords and, oh wait, were those combat engineers?!


The Olaran commander is a Lord named Kelles. Fully decked in plate, astride an Olaran warhorse. A Knights Knight. He also had a human giant as his second. Topping in at seven and a half feet, the man was more of a bear. Maybe he WAS a bear in armor. I never did see his face.

Sergeant had us form up to greet our new Lord. We looked a little thin with only eight ragged Rangers, but I was proud that every Ranger stood proudly. The Riders were not bad either.

So, with the Olarans in charge…we had NOTHING to do. Literally, we were relieved of duty. The drunk got a job peeling potatoes for the Olarans and the singing elf acted as the Sergeant’s aide at officers meetings. Even though he’s not technically an officer.

As for the others. The Corporal rested. The Drainar healed. The not so quiet man, I don’t know. Danica stayed with Dakota who lay in her tent and slowly died. As for me, I hunted down the singing elf and got her to help me buy Whitesilver enhancement for my Chucktar. The drunk got his pig sticker enhanced as well.

She may sing to horses, but damn that little elf drives a bargain.

So, I made the rounds, trained, ate, and spent time with the Olarans. I like these folk. Strong, straightforward and militaristic. Sad, Sergeant banned us from leaving the hilltop fort, so I never visited the camp.

Oh, but the Olaran Combat Engineers were top notch. Within the week, our little pile of rocks was a bone fide fort. Impressive.

We waited for about a week. Then on the 8th, or so the Sergeant says, the elves arrived. Stuck up bunch of tree lovers. Also, the Sergeant has a girlfriend. At least I think. A druid no less. She didn’t seem to be part of the other bunch. Soon as she arrived, she went off to visit Dakota.

Which is surprising given that I thought all elves were afraid of the sick one. Hmmm. Curious. And, the orders were if our elves spoke with any other elves, death. So, who is the Sergeant’s woman? Dunno. But she has balls.

Yeh, also, the night the elves arrived, it started freaking raining…and rained…and rained…and rained. I saw men nearly drown standing up. I’ve never been so soaked in my life, even in the wash.

Nothing moved for two days.

Then, the sun pops out and the heat was like an oven. We dried quick, but everything shrank. Rangers running around in neck scarves where cloaks should have been. Woulda been funny if my crotch didn’t itch so bad.

So, the 11th, or so the Sergeant says, the rain stopped and Lord Kelles got the column moving. We were selected for the Van. And I thought all Olarans hated us? Guess the Sergeant knows how to kiss ass well.

Up and out by three. We linked up with the elves and the Olaran Wardens. And if you thought regular Olarans hated us, these blighters HATED us. And they were in charge. Hilarious.

We marched 5 days north reaching the battle site on the 17th. Or, at least the Sergeant says we did. Funny, no sign of battle. In fact, it looked exactly like it had when we first arrived…what a month ago?

So, we secured the site with the Olaran column arriving over the night. By the following day, the 18th, we were camped on a ridge, the same ridge that we had lost the Olarans before.

This is where everything went sideways. Turns out, the BEST day for the ritual was like, two days before. Due to the rain, we missed our opportunity. The next available date, two weeks. That’s right. We had to camp on Darknesses door for two weeks. Kelles was pissed. The Sergeant wasn’t real happy either.

The Rangers got the inglorious duty of prepping and preparing the ritual site. I just followed the drunk around while everyone else shoved sticks into the ground. Well, except for the Sergeant who was overcome with constipation. He spent the whole day straining.

Then we waited. Rangers spent our time at the ritual site, while everyone else patrolled the rocky outcropping. That and got themselves captured/killed. I don’t know how many overall, but by the night of the 33rd, our Riders had lost 15 men out of 60.

Worse part, we never even saw the enemy. Damn Darkness.

Ok, so couple days before the 33rd, the Druids, minus the Sergeants bedmate, all gathered and started pouring water on the ground and singing and whatnot. Stuff magicky types do.

We were on high alert, triple guards and all. Kelles figured that the most likely target would be the ritual or the druids. Without them, the spell remained and we couldn’t see squat.

So, for two days I watch a bunch of druids pleasure themselves. Then, the night of truth. Kelles formed his army, expecting an attack and the druids began to chant.

After a bit, I even got a headache, but you could cut the tension with a knife. I gripped by Chucktar, sniffing the air for any sign of trouble. Around me, the Rangers tensed.

The chanting reached its climax and then…NOTHING.

Jack and shite.

Are you joking? All this for that? Well, the spell worked, so they say. We M finally see the rocks the Sergeant had blasted.

More than 500 men had marched to this spot to enjoy the Sergeants landscaping. I figured Kelles would have us all executed then and there. Strange thing though, the Sergeant was called to meet him.

It was brief. Then, we were ordered to lead the march into the rocks.

I could feel my blood up. It didn’t take a genius to realize we were walking into an ambush. Greatest day ever.

And that druid lady, the one who beds the Sergeant, she actually led the attack. She has bigger balls than he does. Guess he’s into that?

So, we march in and immediately, I smell the blood and death. The passage was winding and narrow. A perfect kill zone.

We make it ALL the way to the mine site in a natural rocky amphitheater before the trap was sprung. Course, we all knew it was coming, but still. Impressive.

All at once, we were hit with Darkness and the world around us dimmed. Then, the ground shifted and moved as corpses rose to kill us. I could smell death, blood, and rot along with leather, steel, and oil.

From above, Troglanesh rained arrows down on our heads. From the ground, undead rose to grab our legs. From the walls, dark spirits wailed and grasped. It was as if entering the Abyss itself!!!!

The first Wraith which reached for me felt the cold touch of my White Steel Chucktar. Its death wail was like the singing in my very soul. Nothing can now stand before ME!

Behind him to the right, the drunk, no Wyvern charged, his eyes wild. And to my left, Brother Toma, his grim mask upon his face, his saber gleaming blue. As battle brothers, we tipped the bloody spear.

I had wondered if the Sergeant was more than bluster, and so he is. Purple energy ripped around him, smashing our foes likes kindling. Her arrows screeching past our ears, the Corporal was the bringing of annihilation.

Danica and Dakota fought well. Of the Strutting elf, what can I say. He should think about finding a sword.

My greatest surprise came from the she-elf druid. Should I ever walk again among my own people, I must warn them that the southern tree-lovers are not the weaklings we have come to imagine them to be. No, Lady Treesinger is the bringer of death, destroyer of all. Towering trees, snapping vines and thorns as sharp as a blade, and long as a spear sprouted from every rock and crevice. I could hear the anguished cries from the Trogalnesh as they were torn apart by her children.

All the while, Bard Nazi’s voice rang clear and strong, singing a song to light a fire in my soul!

We charged, our Wolfhaven Free Riders around us, we charged.

Down into the valley of undeath, we charged.

Around us, the Druidess wove a tunnel of vines, supported by living columns, trees, elm and oak.

We charged.

Wyvern slashed and cut, though himself bleeding and ragged.

We charged.

Brother Toma split our minds with his voice, calling the Commander’s will to our ears. Find the enemy. Root him from the very earth.

We charged.

Sergeant raised his hands in a torrent of edritch fire as the scaffolding and platforms of the enemies mines were shattered along with dozens of the enemy soldiers.

We charged.

Rising above our heads on a column of wind, her eyes flashing like lighting, the Corporal called down a tornado upon our very heads, whipping the debris into a devastating wall of blood and pain, the Druidess’ trees bowed and groaned, but not even THIS could best her magics.

And then she called forth living creatures from the very ROCKS! Golems to smash and crush.


Into the very heart of the enemy’s lair, down the rabbit hole into the underworld.

Together, as a band.

We. Charged.

…to be continued…

Campaign Report 67
Battle in the mist

Kura’Kai Report
30th day of Eternal Sun, Year 3125

This is my report

I have had the greatest day of my life! Had I known Rangers had such battles I might have joined years ago.

Strange, my companions found little fun in our glorious battle. Southlanders. I will never understand these people.

The battle began almost as I was concluding my previous report. As I put away my parchment I noted a sudden darkening of the skies. Sundown was at least half a turn of the glass away, so this was odd. More strange yet, mist began to coil about my legs.

We were under ATTACK!

My band seemed slow to respond. They were still talking about rocks. By the ancestors. I was considering shouting a warning when I found myself standing in a cloud. At least, I assume that is what it would be like. I am an orc. I don’t fly.

Maybe I’ll ask the winged elf. Come to think, where is he. I have not seen him around. Strange.

As I stood in the mist, enjoying the feeling, I began to smell the cold, rotten stench of death and corruption. We were definitely under attack.

My soul soared!

Gripping my chucktar, I planted my feet and waited for the strike that herald the bloodletting. Around me, I began to hear muffled sounds of combat as creatures of undeath engaged my band. I am ashamed to say that I felt a pang of jealousy hearing their screams. How fortunate to be the first struck.

Fortune smiled, I was quickly engaged by Trogolodyte by its putrid scent of sweat, corruption and boiled leather with a hint of cold, coppery metallic accents. It was a familiar stench.

Almost the instant I detected its presence, I felt the air caress my cheek as his axe blade nearly separated my head from my shoulders. Death had never been so close! Finally, some entertainment.

I unleashed my battle cry “KURA’KAI!”, and counter attacked. Maybe it is the southlands themselves, with their weak people, and lush, bountiful fields. The Troglanesh here seem somehow…weaker and more pathetic than those of my own lands. It was felled by a single blow.

Disappointing, but I had my first kill of the day. Actually, first of the month, I think. Well, at least many weeks.
Around me, I smelled blood, fear, sweat and undead. I think my allies were bleeding, sweating, and fearing. Can undead sweat? I shall ask the Sergeant. He is full of useless knowledge.

I stray. Nearby, I could make out the sound of the Sergeant and the not so quiet man engaged in battle. The Sergeant is easy to find. He makes the most feminine sounds in battle. That, and his constant muttering arcane gibberish. The not so quiet man is harder. He doesn’t say much. But, we have only two human males, and one smells like a winery.

No booze, no drunk.

So, my foe in pieces at my feet, I leaped to the Sergeant and swung wildly at the foes around us. I only ever faced a Wraith once before, but I was blessed by our shaman then. Apparently you need magic to kill Wraiths…and Specters.

That is something I must fix.

Though I could not see the others, I do recall the scent of flowers. Not sure about that one.

While I vainly battled the Wraith, the not so quiet one to grazed by the creature and decided to take a nap. We had been walking a long time, though I’m not sure that the middle of battle is the best time for a sleep. Anyway, he slept very soundly.

I felt so sorry for him. He missed the entire battle and claimed no kills for himself. Maybe, I could round up some undead so that he could get in practice?

At some point, Danica arrived. I know because she smells of woman and steel. I like it. She was battling too. I think that she and the Sergeant switched dance partners. Or maybe the Specter was too much for the Mage? Either way, I could hear, even over the clash of weapons that the thing had caught her up in its deathly grasp.
Once saw an Orc get sucked down to a husk by one of them things. Horrible way to go. Bout this time, the Sergeant lost his courage, again, and ordered us to flee with tails tucked.

Truly sad.

Not so quiet man was on the ground, but the Sergeant was groping vainly to find him. Danica’s pleasant bouquet was close. Only way to get away from of those things is by force, so I took a running leap and followed my nose.

Danica is surprisingly hard for a human woman. Stout. Heavy. I like that.

We hit the ground, but I could smell the blood and stress. Nothing doing, orders were to flee like frightened children, so I snatched her up and took off after the Corporal.

Now there is a scent if I’ve ever smelled one. She’s got that elf woman thing…sweet, floral with a hit of…earth? But the corporal also smells of boiled leather, wood and sinew from the bow, oil from the armor and ozone, like the air right before a rain.

Never smelled nothing like it in all my years.

Good thing though, hell of easy to find. It’s a wonder she isn’t hunted down all the time. Too easy to mark.

We make it out of the mist and I was happy to see that the battle wasn’t over!

To my left, the drunk was crying about a little arrow through his chest. Idiot. Further on, the Corporal was playing with a couple Shayakar. Looked like fun.

Nearby, Dakota stood with wild eyes. I’ve seen those eyes, right before some blood-mad orc decides to take on an entire Maelstrom slave column himself. But, at least she’s got some spirit. Odd though, none of the Darkness beasts showed much interest in her.

Probably cause she wreaks of corruption and death. Maybe there is something to this sickness? What a waste. I’m not into the elf thing, too easily broken. But…I dunno. Crazy can be fun.

Knew this orc shaman once. She hailed from a gather a few days south. Anyway, crazy orc tried to bed anything that slowed down long enough. And she wasn’t bad to look at. Trouble is, she stabbed every poor sod that rolled her. Got so bad, about half the gather sported wounds from her blade. Became something of a bad of honor for the gather. Women folk didn’t care too much for it, tho.

Anyway, she got older and it got harder for her to lure victims to her bedroll. After that, she just stabbed whoever she could get the drop on. It paid to keep a watchful eye out when trading with that lot, let me tell you. Old biddy was fast.

Dakota kinda reminds me of her somewhat. It’d be fun to go for a roll, but I should probably keep my armor on. To be safe, you know?

Oh, yeh. The battle. So, that all was going on off to the left. Ahead of me, where the horses were the Olarans had formed a shield wall and were being pressed by some more of Shayakar fellows. Behind them, the singing elf was singing to the horses, oh and the one ass. Muriel, not any of the Olarans.

Well, also that little dwarf was there. Turns out he can speak, but only when casting spells. He’s a healer and mage. I always figured you had to be one or the other. Turns out not. Though, seeing how much time it takes to master that stuff, who would want to try and do more? Dunno.

But, he’s pretty tough for a midget. I guess.

And, off to my right was the most beautiful sight my eyes have beheld. And entire army of Darkness marching down on us. Bone golems, trogs, and them black robed necromancers. Things were just getting good.

I thought about meeting them head on, get a real challenge, but remembered our orders were to run away. So, I dropped Danica and headed over to help the Corporal. I hated to ruin her fun, but she was taking too long with the Shayakar. If that army got there, no one would be leaving and the Sergeant would be pissed.
So, I gutted one.

Dakota blasted the other. She has that whatdya call it…Arcfire. What them Builder types use. Crazy little elf. Cute, full of fire, and fearless. Maybe I am a little into elves?

Well, the Corporal was free and the Sergeant staggered out of the mist lugging the still napping not so quiet man. Boy he can sleep.

We were having a moment, enjoying the evening air when one of them black robed necromancers cut down the Sergeant. Well, now I had him and the not so quiet human down. Ugh.

So, I snatched them up and jogged over to the horses. The Olarans were making a good show of it. As was the dwarf. The singing elf kept singing. Strange woman.

I dropped off the two bodies and turned to see Dakota running at the enemy army. Curse it, she’d gone blood mad. No reasoning with’em when their like that.

So, I jogged after her to bring her back. Sergeant said we all had to flee. Since she was touched in the head, I figured she’d not follow orders. Speaking of, the Sergeant was bleeding pretty bad from his eyes and ears. I think that last bolt might have done some head damage. I’ll have to keep an eye on him.

I knew this troll once, had a rock fall on his head while building a wall. Healers couldn’t find nothing wrong. Said he had a slight headache, but nothing doing. So, he rests a day and then goes back to work. I swear, a week later, he just keeled over. Dead.

Head wounds are like that.

Anyway, the Corporal and Danica laid down some cover fire as the drunk staggered to the ass and everyone else, save the Olarans, got to the horses.

As I ran, I noted the crazed little elf was fiddling with her arcfire thing… I wondered what that was about until she charged the Necro and set it off. I THINK she was trying to blow herself up, and take him with her. A plan I would definitely approve, but the cursed thing just popped and fizzled.

Kind a tickled, really. Didn’t do much to the necro, but it did send her flying back to me. Saved me a few steps. So, I tucked her under my arm and head back. Danica put an arrow or two down range, but didn’t do a whole lot.

The necromancer tried to drop me, but I guess he’s never faced an orc before. Pissant little spells don’t do an abyss of a lot. C’ept maybe piss us off.

Well, I got back and everyone was on their mounts or dancing around with their horses. With all the singing and dancing, maybe southlands have some kind of ritual they have to perform? We don’t really use horse much, but when we do we just get on, and get back off once we reach where we are headed.

These southlands have to wine and dine their mounts before they’ll do as their told. I really think that everything down here, people, trogs, and horses are all soft. Makes killing easier, though.

So, now we’re all mounted, save for the Olarans. Do I envy them. Such a glorious battle and a death worthy of a warrior. But no, I had to ride this flamed horse away while they hogged all the glory.

They got roasted behind us. Spooked about half the horses. The rest of us had to carry out those of us thrown. Made riding a pain. Horses struggled with all the weight.

But, we got out. The team, at least, not the Olarans. Most of my companions were banged up bad, save for me, Dakota, and the weird singing elf.

Ya know, come to it. I didn’t see either the flying elf nor the strutting elf. I know the flying one has been gone a minute, but I swear that strutting leaf ear was there right before the mists. So many flamed elves, hard to keep track.

We rode till the horses died, then we stopped. Some of the Rangers field stripped the horses. Honestly, I figured these soft southlanders would be too squeamish for that rot. But no. Color me impressed.

We made camp just after dawn and got some rest and healing. I stayed on watch mostly. Me and the singing elf. Seems she’s the only one who knows where to go.

Oh, and not so quiet man finally woke up. Seemed pretty well rested, though a little sad he missed all the fun. So, we marched and camped and whatnot.

That night, though, we were all enjoying some horsemeat or sleep as was our wont. The singing elf said something was coming, so Danica went out. Couldn’t see nothing, so the Sergeant, the singing elf, and Danica went out there while the rest of us got ready for battle.

Twice in two days! Was not to be.

Turns out it was some horsemen looking for us. Some free riders or some such. Anyway, they brought mounts, food and medicine. Course, nothing seems to help Dakota. She’s already got one foot in the grave.

After they talked, we broke camp and headed south and east. Seems there’s a fort there. An army is assembling so we can go back and attack an empty bunch of rocks. To my mind, that’s a bit of overkill, but these southlanders are a cautious lot.

So, that’s about it. I think once the army arrives I’ll see if that singing elf can help me scrounge up something to magic my blade. Was kinda sad not being able to hit the Wraith.

Other than that. I expect to have more guard duty and more sitting around waiting. Though, I am worried about Dakota. Maybe I should see if she’d like a roll? Before she goes.

About the band.

Sergeant has the power, but seems confused in battle. I was right about him being the academic type. Probably be better served behind a desk. That necromancer fellow didn’t hesitate none. I might see if he wants to train a bit. Nothing helps your focus like a chucktar flying at your face.

Corporal’s a tough one. Maybe the toughest elf I’ve ever seen. Abyss of a shot too. Not sure about he magic stuff, though. Reminds me of them storms a few years back. That was bad mojo.

Not so quiet human. What can I say. He’s got the magic. I’ve seen it. He’s got the skill. Something is holding him back. Seems almost afraid to unleash himself. One of these days he is gonna get himself or a friend killed if he can’t get over whatever thing has hold of him. Too much control. I’ve seen it before. Sad waste too. He could be a mighty warrior.

Danica. Good, solid warrior. For a human female.

Dakota. Lovely in a crazy way. Not long for this world. Sad waste. Funny, she’s got too much fire. Trying so hard to be mad that she can’t focus on any one thing long enough to make a difference. If she just had some control… Funny, isn’t it. Not so quiet man has too much control and not enough fire. Dakota the opposite. Wonder if there might be a way to rectify that… I should ask the Sergeant.

The drunk is a fool and not much more.

The dwarf made a good showing of himself. Half decent healer.

I don’t know what to say about that crazy singing elf, though. She has a thing about horses. But, maybe she can help me get better gear.

Strutting elf ran off before battle. Not much to say there. Always struck me as a poser.

That’s pretty much it. Been not two days since my last entry. Seems longer.

Pretty sure I should sign here somewhere.

Ashley (Howard) Leuenberger Wedding Report
Non-game Report

Howard R. Brandon III, Gamemaster
July 1st, 2016

The day began like any Friday, work. Though, this day with the promise of an early release. My goal was to depart in plenty of time to arrive at the wedding site with time to spare. As these things go, a series of unfortunate plumbing events pushed my departure date well into the Red Zone.

Nevertheless, I persevered and was out with just enough time to make the wedding. Though, i had to pause to fetch my nav system from the other car. As it turned out, the errand was entirely pointless. Ashley Street or the Ashley Conference center does not, in point of fact, exist!

Sitting in the parking lot with a fussy Evie in back, I desperately searched my phone for information as the clock ticked ominously onward. As luck would have it, Ricky was enroute a few minutes before and, knowing more about the general area, he and I were able to guess a heading.

So, using my phone for navigation and maintaining contact with Ricky, I made my way uncertainly to the wedding. The timer on the trip said I would arrive by 5:58 PM. Hardly the buffer I had been hoping to have.

The route was an interesting one. Everything seemed normal until my phone abruptly signaled a right hand turn onto a road I had never traveled. I supposed that it to reach a place that did not exist, one must travel unfamiliar roads? So, I hung a hard right and very quickly regretted my decision.

Within 5 minutes I found myself driving through a parking lot, then loading docks, then a gravel road. I finally chose to turn around in the first lot I found when, low and behold, a lot appeared. The wedding at last, what fortuitous luck. And a Ricky.

Technically, I made it through the door at 6PM, so I was not late. Ricky, Evie and I found Jimmy, JJ and a lovely young woman Rebekah who it turned out was there with JJ. Actually, Jonas aside, JJ was the only one of us who came with a companion. Unless you count Evie. And, added bonus, Rebekah might consider joining our game!

So, we all sat, Evie playing as the wedding began. Andrew looked smart in his uniform, Ashley a vision in her dress. I’ll admit I had difficulty hearing the sermon, mostly due to a bug, but what I heard was lovely. I would rate this ceremony highly among the many I have witnessed. It was a joyous occasion.

And then, the after party, I mean reception. Jonas, Anna, and Tina arrived. They, sadly, were stuck on I-20 which has become something of a dead man’s land over the past few years. I don’t understand why, but that highway is HELL.

All together at least, sans Xavier, we enjoyed a wonderful evening. The music started a tad too loud, but after nearly blowing out their system once or twice, the noise was lowered to a respectable level. And Jimmy manned the bar! What?!

Note: If I ever have a formal party, Jimmy shall tend bar.

The only dark spot was that the Diet cokes took about an hour to arrive. But once they did… And Evie enjoyed running amok. I can only wonder what the guests thought of me out walking my bug despite how cute she happens to be.

The music was good. Dinner was excellent. Ashley’s first dance… I was reminded of my own wedding. She looked so happy.

My favorite moment of the evening was just after the dinner buffet was served. The line was understandably huge and so our little party elected to wait it out, enjoying the good music and excellent company. While sitting, I noted the happy couple were sitting alone at the head of the party while their guests slowly made past the buffet table.

So, I assembled the Rangers and approached the Head Table. I cannot be certain, but I do believe the groom looked…worried as we approached en mass.

Having experienced my own wedding, I know what a hectic rush it can all be. I remember the vows, the dance, and a few other key moments, but the rest is a hungry, tired blur of faces, conversations, and confusion. So, I hoped that in that moment, while the masses were distracted by food, we could have a brief meeting with our Corporal.

I hope that when Ashley looks back on this day that our short, but heartfelt private celebration will be one of her fondest memories.


Then, all that remained was the cake cutting, delicious by the way, and the end of a perfect evening. Due to having a guest waiting alone at my house, and Evie getting fussy and tired, I was forced to leave. Shaking the groom’s hand, and hugging the bride I made me exit.

With one last order to the assembled, “Ranger’s Dismissed,” I loaded a very sleepy bug into the truck and departed.

To Ashley and Andrew,

Congratulations! I could not be more happy for you both. May you have have happiness, health, and joy in your new life together. But never forget, no matter where you go from here, what new adventures you embark upon, you will always have a home, family, and friends here.

With hope and love,

Howard Brandon

Campaign Report 66
Finding Darkness

Kura’Kai Report
28th day of Eternal Sun, Year 3125

This is my report.

We left the drunk’s (Wyvern) gather (Estate) in the morning. Sergeant said it was Red Wolf 32nd. I guess he is right. The Olarans followed us. I do not think Helt likes our band, but he is a soldier. I respect him. The female (Kira) is not too bad to look at. Not as good as Dakota, but good.

It takes four days. I walk beside my horse mostly. The Olarans don’t ride, which is best. My band are all horse people. It is not natural.

Red Wolf 33rd…Eternal Sun 1st…Eternal Sun 2nd…Eternal Sun 3rd.

We arrive at the place the Olarans killed Darkness creatures and burned a wagon on Eternal Sun 3rd. It was empty. Seems a lot of trouble for an empty wagon. I haven’t killed anything in weeks.

I stand guard. Again. While there, the drunk (Wyvern) and the quite man (Toma) think about robbing an old farmer and his son, but the Olaran Captain (Helt) knows the old man. So, I don’t get to kill anyone. Again.

After that, we travel for a bit, camp, get up and travel again.

On the 4th (Eternal Sun) our forward scouts, Danica and the Corporal (Samira) spot another wagon in the middle of the road. I am considering going into the wagon making business. These southlands are obsessed with wagons!

My team rode back and for discussing the wagon for a while and considered how best to approach. I missed most of the talk because I was bored, hungry, and tired of staring at a wagon.

Finally, Sergeant (Que’kasaars) sent me and the drunk (Wyvern) forward to open the wagon. As we approached, I noticed that it had a lock under the latch. I was about to tell the drunk, but he kept jabbering on about stuff.

I try to be…polite. These southlanders are very weak and get offended easily. So, I wait. And wait.

Soon, the party behind us starts yelling. Then quite man, who is now not so quite, rides up and throws the latch.

Its locked.

I would have told him, but the drunk was still talking.

I think they both may have taken blows to the head.

So, now I tell them its locked.

We get shot at. Well, I get shot at. The not so quite man and the drunk get hit bad. I smell blood.


Figures start charging us and an Ogre dressed in Full Albrecht Plate, a Tower shield of Dwarven design, and an enchanted Dwarven style warhammer TELEPORTS in front of the riders behind me. They were surprise.

I planned on killing the little people first, then taking down the Ogre.

The drunk holds his own mostly. The not so quite man’s horse takes off. As do most of the others.

I think only me, the drunk, Danica on an ass, and the Sergeant remained. We were surrounded and really outnumbered. It was going to be a good fight!
Then the Sergeant gets scared and tells us to run away.

So, I kill two of the little people and tell the drunk to follow. I am surprised that he does. Sergeant uses magic to teleport Danica and the ass out. The Olarans stay behind to fight.

Maybe I should join them?

It takes all day to find Dakota. She got lost. Cute as she is (for a leaf ear), I don’t know if she’s worth much in battle. Wish I could see her fight.

So, we camp and lick wounds. I stand guard. Think I smell something, but see nothing. Maybe I am getting jumpy like these pale skins?

Then we march again, this time more on foot. I like marching better than riding. I said that. Never mind.

Arrive at new camp…Sergeant says the 5th of Eternal Sun. I guess so.

We wait for reinforcements. And wait. I stand guard, maintain gear, and try to meditate.

The drunk can’t fight for squat and is pretty much useless, but he can cook. I’ll recommend we make him camp cook. Better with a spoon than a sword.

On the 11th, Dakota wakes up sick. Everyone starts freaking out. They say she is going to die. Maybe these pale skins die when they get sick? I’ve heard that elves are easily broken. I don’t know, but she does smell…odd.

Now, none of the other elves will get near her. Strange. In gather, we take care of our sick. I will never understand elves. Danica stays with Dakota who seems depressed. How do you cheer an elf, I wonder? Maybe she wants to talk to a tree? I see some nearby. I’ll ask the Sergeant if I can go get one.

On the 12th, more elves show up.One proud peacock. He is from the forest. Walks around like he’s a Mak Tokash or something. The other one is cute. She’s a bard. I guess she sings because she has a harp. Great, now I’ve to a singing elf, a strutting elf, a screaming elf, and a sick elf the other elves won’t even talk with anymore.

I spend time now with the dwarf. At least he’s quite. Maybe he can’t talk?! Hmm… I’ll stab him later and see if he shouts.

Big boss elf had four other elves, but they ran away as soon as they heard Dakota was sick.

So, we wait. I think the elves of this land want us to leave because one of us is sick. Apparently elves REALLY can’t handle being sick. Knew a goblin once who’s nose fell off. Still the best tracker I ever knew.


So we wait two days until the 14th when MORE elves show up but they stay far away. Instead, they send a human man to talk with not so quite man. He is now in charge? I don’t know. They talk. Afterwards Sergeant tells me to kill any of our elves who try and leave the camp, or try and talk with other elves not part of our camp.

I am told to kill us a lot. I don’t mind, but these elves are strange. The Olarans seem to think it is all funny. Olaran humor I guess. I don’t understand them well either, but at least they like good things: battle, weapons, and ale.

Then the elves start making banners. We have to show other elves that Dakota is sick. Fine. Whatever. At least we are now moving…

Of course, we are marching right back up the road we came down. I think we are lost. Stupid.

…and we arrive right back where we were attacked by the Ogre and the other people. Yay. It is the 19th of Eternal Sun according to the Sergeant.

I sit down.

We make camp.

We split into search parties. I stay back and guard camp. I meditate. I wait.

Strutting elf finds wagon tracks. I was not surprised. Elves. Wagons. Sickness. Oh, and horses. This band is very messed up.

I think the tracks were found on the 23rd, but honest I wasn’t paying attention.

We break camp and start tracking wagon tracks. There are three. Sergeant says that the enemy used magic to make MORE wagons. As if they didn’t have enough already. Seriously, I am going into business making wagons.

Maybe the Dwarf can help. Dwarves makes things right?

The middle track ends in a field. Just ends. No wagon. Great.

We head south. I don’t know the day. This set of tracks ends near the forest. More elves. Great.

So we trudge north and find the last set of tracks end in a rocky outcrop. I sit. My feet are sore, I am hungry, and this is NOT what I joined the Rangers to do.

The Sergeant looks like he is going to cry and Dakota really does look sick. Maybe elves really are weak?

Anyway, it is the 28th because the Sergeant (Que’kasaars) said so. So that was what…23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…

Six days we marched all over the abyss and back following magic wagon tracks in the ground. This band is…insane.

Not so quite man and the Sergeant (Que’kasaars) head off and have a private talk. I wait. The others stand around confused, except Danica and Dakota who. They look worried. Maybe because Dakota is sick?

I don’t know.

Sergeant (Que’kasaars) and not so quite man come back. Sergeant looks REALLY excited! Finally some action!

Then he shoots a rock with a spell. Nothing happens. Everyone starts to look pleased.

Then he blasts another rock with another spell. Everyone is REALLY excited.

I think my entire band have completely lost their minds. Could everyone be sick? Well, the dwarf seems the same. Always does.

So, I am finish this while they all discuss nothing happening to rocks.

I should sign this.

Thomas Zulcrum Report 1
Personal Leave

Report Personal Time
Lt. Celebor,
It goes without saying that I have successfully completed my training to become Ark fire trained. However the time has left me a little weary of those who I do not know and I wish to start my post back with srgt. Evoren as soon as possible. The details of how I was trained goes as follows. I went south and found nothing. So I headed to another lead that winded me up into the valenwood forest where I was trained everything went without insedent.

Thomas Zulcrum

Campaign Report 65
Wolfhaven Dishonored

Kura’Kai Report
32nd day of Red Wolf, Year 3125

I have been instructed to write a reports.

This is my report.

Even in my home gather, the legend of the “Bear Killer”s was well known. They were all followers of the Great Wolf, the slayer of gods, leader of the armies of the Southern KIngdoms. I knew I wanted to fight alongside these great warriors.

It took many weeks to arrive in Olara, but finding the Rangers was not difficult. Many in Olara spoke of the Rangers on trial for murdering Olaran citizens in cold blood. The “Bear Killers” I admire warriors who let no one, friend of foe, to stand in their way.

[Planting Moons 30th]
I arrived in Olara [capital city] late afternoon. On my way to the Ranger Outpost I encountered a battle in the streets. Two Ranger females were engaged in glorious combat with two Olaran males. One Ranger was viciously slain by a good stab through abdomen. The other Ranger, now outnumbered was certain to die gloriously.

As I was to join the Rangers, I decided to intervene. I hoped she would forgive my denying her an honorable death. The two Olarans die well.

After which, I noted that the dead Ranger was alive, though she was soon to join the ancestors. I suggested we depart. It seemed wise as I was already heading to the outpost. I carried the wounded Ranger.

We arrived at the outpost to find an Eldakar, an Alakar, and a Dwarf interrogating a drunk human. The Alakar was upset by my handling of the body. She instructed me to “cradle” the wounded woman like a baby. Noting the Corporal cloak clasp, I complied.

Leaving behind the drunk, the elf and the dwarf, the Corporal led me out back to a small shrine of Light. There I found a human male and an Aevakar, both bearing the symbol of the Church of Light and the trappings of the Rangers. Following orders, I lay the dying woman on the altar and allowed the Priest to do his work.

To my surprise, the pigeon saved the girl. Despite obvious relief at her being alive, the Corporal seemed very angry. I reconsidered my decision to save her life. Given leave, I returned to the main HQ to find the commander of the “Bear Killers”.

The Sergeant was the Eldakar. A mage, from his robes and staff. He was starring down other female Ranger I saved. the dwarf and the drunk hung back. I have difficulty understanding human behavior, but it seemed that they might soon come to blows.

Sadly, not.

I provided my papers to the Sergeant. He asked a few questions. Then, I joined the Rangers.

Shortly, the Corporal returned with the not dead girl. She and the other woman stood at attention while the Sergeant screamed at them. I understood little. It had something to do with a Longtail and disobeying orders. The Corporal eventually stood between and ordered the two women to their room.

After which, the Sergeant instructed me to prevent anyone from the “Bear Killers” from leaving the outpost. I was not allowed to kill. Only severely maim.

[Planting Moons 31st]
The following morning, we all gathered in the common room. The drunk cooks. Danica, the female Ranger not killed was issued a verbal warning for not maiming her partner. The resurrected Ranger was given a written reprimand for directly disobeying orders. And dying.

I was confused. Why was the criminal not simply killed? Understanding these Rangers was going to be more difficult than I imagined.

My hopes of glorious bloodshed dead, I ate and waited for orders. I waited weeks hoping that one of the team would attempt to leave. Perhaps the undead girl. I was to be disappointed.

[Red Wolf 4th]
One morning weeks later local Olarans came for the girl. I considered preventing them from taking her, per orders. However, having already killed two Olarans I felt sure they might take more slaughter badly. Olarans are known to get emotional. Also, the drunk was arrested for starting a row in the kitchen, and then nearly burning the outpost down.

He was arrested by the Rangers. I offered to take care of him, but they refused. I returned to my guard post. At first, this posting seemed good. Two kills on the first day. Now I am reconsidering.

When the Sergeant discovered two of his team had been arrested on the same day, he was put out. I was summoned to give testimony about the attack on the two Rangers weeks ago. All I could say was that the Rangers were losing a fight and I stepped in to prevent both women being slain. I never saw how the fight began.

Luckily, this disqualified me from visiting the girl in jail. Instead, the Sergeant, who cannot speak Olaran (how idiotic) took the Corporal, Danica (the female Ranger), and the Priest.

Here is what I know: A) the Olarans believe that the two female Rangers defied orders and went in search of some man named Velkalar, B) during this investigation, they are accused of slander against the crown and inciting violence, C) this group seems terrified of Velkalar.

The Sergeant was able to get the girl released, but it took two weeks. Odd, he did not seem happy about rescuing her. Every time I think I understand, I do not. The Priest saved the girl, but the Sergeant was mad. The Rangers free the girl, again the Sergeant was mad. Maybe he is just an angry elf?

[Red Wolf 16th]
It was another few weeks before the Olarans released the girl. The Sergeant waited until the girl returned before getting the drunk out of jail. Once again, we were all called together. This time, almost everyone yelled. Velkalar. Longtail. Wolfhaven.

This unit does more yelling than fighting. They also think they are to blame for dishonoring the Wolf…or Velkalar is? These people make very little sense.

The winged elf shouted at the mage elf and threatened to quit. The Corporal tried to calm them and was shouted at by the Sergeant. The human from the Church tried to be calming. The drunk and the dwarf said nothing. It was tiring and boring.

The Priest did quit. I was not sad to see him go. He seemed…prideful.

But, the rest of the team decided to leave the city which was good. Maybe we will finally see battle? We left that afternoon and headed south. We traveled many days by horse. I do not like horses.

[Red Wolf 31st]
We finally arrived at a dump on the edge of Olaran lands. If living with this unit was bad, travelling was worse. The angry, awkward silences.

Our new home belongs to the drunk which might explain sad condition. We found a group of Olaran soldiers sent to help us. They did not seem pleased. The Sergeant did not seem pleased that the Olarans called us “Bear Killers,” though I do not know why. I was not pleased to be there.

The Rangers bathed. I waited. We gathered again. This time, no yelling.

Here is what I know: A) this group of Olarans, commanded by Captain Helt, ambushed a Shaya’Nor wagon train heading south toward elven lands, B) my new team had, with Olaran help, destroyed some Shaya’Nor supply base north of us, C) there are local stories of haunted trees (stupid).

[Red Wolf 32nd]
We left early in the morning headed to place where the wagon was ambushed by the Olarans. From there, we would head south to meet a friend of the drunk’s Alakar houskeeper; some elf monk? Honestly, it will likely involve more riding and probably yelling.

Sergeant Eldakar: He seems smart, but angry. Always yelling, then feeling sad. I think he should drink more. I have not seen him in battle. Hopefully he is better in combat than in meetings.

Corporal Alakar: She seems competent. I have heard that her bow is death. Mostly she follows the Sergeant and tries to make people feel better about being yelled at.

Corporal Aevakar, Priest: Arrogant, but with good magic. He carried a bow, but seemed more of the healer type. Gone now.

Ranger Human male, Church person: Quiet. I do not know if just stupid, or nothing important to say. At least he does not yell. Hopefully he fights better.

Ranger Dwarf: Silent.

Ranger Human female, soldier: Danica can fight. But, she failed to prevent the girl from leaving. Maybe not smart enough, or simply unable to do what she must.

Ranger Girl: Brash, weak fighter. She taught me a “fist bump.” This is some form of bonding. Perhaps I will partner with her?

Drunk: Idiot.


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