Played on March 5th, 2012
March 1st, 21 Years After the Departure (Atd)
And so we set out with the caravans, back to our woods. The journey
back was mostly uneventful, except for Forestview where we had to go through
the little town. As we were known there but did not want to draw too much
attention, Boulder made John and Belham drive the horses, while we stayed
It turned out nearly no-one was interested in our little troupe, except
for one person, who John neatly brushed off with a made up story about
us being some kind of merchants. A kid tried to follow us for a time and
get a peek inside the wagons, but I managed to divert his attention by
throwin a coin out of Tharens purse at him.
March 2nd, 21 Years After the Departure (Atd)
In the evening we arrived at the entrance to our hidden camp. We could not
very well take the wagons inside the woods as they would leave a gigantic
trail to be followed to our base. Boulder therefore decided we would leave
the wagons here. Unfortunately Vaaluryan had already gone ahead to the camp,
and he was the best at making sure we did not leave tracks; so Boulder asked
us to carry as much weight on foot as we could to the camp. I tried my best
but in the end it was Galtar that did a lot of the heavylifting.
It took us two more trips to unload all of the wagons to the camp,
and in the meantime Vaaluryan managed to hide the wagons a little ways into
the forest, covered by as much bush as could be found.
Then we held a small feast to celebrate our first victory as a team!
Boulder even managed to tell a rousing tale of victory, which managed
to ease the pain of the losses of Jack, Bill and Mary. Afterwards Vaaluryan
started playing the flute, and I felt the urge to sing a victory song, which
helped to lift the spirits as well. And so we went to bed after a long
March 21st, 21 Years After the Departure (Atd)
The next three weeks were spent building and using all the materials
that we obtained during the raid. I managed to help out here and there
but I have never been that good with ore and fire, and most of the
attention was to the new smithy that we needed Galtar to man.
Instead I tried to ease the goddess, by building my own altar in a secluded
spot in the forest near the base. I tried to mimic my own little spot in the
forest near the camp, but make it more encompassing. I was surprised to
find Tharen there to help me on a lot of days. He is good with his hands
and his contributions definitely helped shape my place. The end result was
so soothing and comforting that I nearly did not want to go away again. But
in the end the knowledge that lots of people were still living in mines and
camps not unlike my own did make me resolve to help them in whatever way I can.
I am sure that they will then also see the way of the goddess.
Which reminds me, I also had an interesting conversation about the goddess
with the elf in charge of our camp, Kalamael, and Vaaluryan, about their
beliefs. Apparently every elf at one time was a believer, but they tell me
that some have lost their faith after the 21 years after the departure.
However Vaal also apparently believes that I am the only one alive still in
contact with the goddess; that is certainly a crazy thought, or at least it
must be. I refuse to believe this, it cannot be true -- surely I cannot be
the last remaining true believer? Then again, what does that mean? I can see
that Vaal himself is convinced of his beliefs, but he claims to have lost
all contact.... I tried to shrug it off but secretly I worry. I need to
know more; I hope that we find more followers at the other camp.
For that is where we were now headed, back through Forestview onwards
to Choskan. The journey itself was uneventful and we managed to make it
there pretty quickly.
March 26st, 21 Years After the Departure (Atd)
Near Choskan Boulder suddenly decided that we needed some explanation
for the really obvious weapons that everyone was carrying. While I did
agree with him, I wondered why he thought of that only now -- after all if
we had encountered a Greyskin patrol, we would have needed such a story
already. But anyway, after some discussion, Tharen suggested that we could
be a troupe of merrymakers. This was met with universal appeal and everyone
assumed a new role which often included said weapons. I am looking forward
to the show where Vaal will attempt to shoot at an apple atop Tharens head!
With that cover agreed upon, we entered the city. It was a hodgepodge of
stone houses, built at peculiar angles. The streets were rather empty, not
even that many Greyskin patrols to be seen -- but to be sure we went the
other way if we spotted them. But then for me it was a real sight, to
see so many houses at once and so many people living in relative freedom.
It was hard to imagine life as it once was.
We made our way to the first inn we spotted, the Verz Inn. There Boulder
negotiated with the innkeeper and we landed a spot. That evening we even
put up a performance of some kind, although my voice was not as good as
it needed to be due to the rigors of travel. Galtar made up for it in
rowdiness, although the crowd did not seem to be in the mood very much.
Meanwhile Soniah was gathering information from the people assembled.
She learned that the city is governed by Seigneur Malenam, and that the
mining facility we were looking for was a one hour walk starting from the
opposite part of the town. The Greyskins use the mining facility as a
prison base, while still allowing the natives of Choskan jobs to help
mine as well. The Greyskin from the note, Rolin, was in charge of the
facility. There seemd to be someone called Orisa Itetia as well, and
a Dane Aodi Lightquartz, but I am not sure about their roles in it all
-- other than that they are high ranked humans that defer to the
Finally, after his singing, Galtar also learned that the mine was made
by humans, not dwarves; it was created long before the departure and Choskans
main export was based off it. The mine is worked in two shifts.
With that we called it a night and headed to bed.