Song of the Ages

There's too many paramilitary groups in this border nation

Alright, Yaavys, lets talk about The Lighthand. I really hope the our good steward can see how installing an extra-national, private army in The Hold weakens Sutherland’s sovereignty. I understand how more soldiers on the front is a temporary necessity, but I’m worried about the long term ramifications. What will be the nature of the agreement between Sutherland and the Lighthand when the current threat recedes? And, more importantly, what can we do to make sure the outcomes are beneficial to Sutherland, to Fort Dax, and to the Black Foxes?

See, Yaavys, I think that the Black Foxes, in order to show our support of the official government of Sutherland, should accept titles. This will strengthen the perception of Sutherland as a proper nation, with a robust organization and the authority to grant titles. Rather than simply the army between the civilized south and the barbaric north. It will also set a precedent for how Sutherland deals with unaligned groups occupying military fortifications. It allows Sutherland to demand the The Lighthand either become loyal to Sutherland or make their stay temporary. It looks much better for the interior security of this country to be maintained by “Countess Willow and her Black Foxes, the Knights of Sutherland” than by “The Black Foxes Mercenary Company”.

Other than the titles being recorded and some symbolic estates being awarded, nothing needs to change. The Black Foxes are already protecting the people by hunting rocs, vampires, and giants. We have dealt with cultists and bandits that threatened the people of Sutherland. We are already establishing an environment of industry, security, and trade that will benefit Sutherland for many years to come. We come to the defense of Sutherland when required, just as we did the recent assault on the Hold. We will only be more effective in all of these areas with the official enforcement of the Steward and the Grand Marshal.

I really am worried that The Lighthand will use Sutherland as vehicle to expand their power to the detriment of the people of Sutherland.

Not like they're saying

So, I admit, this next part was pretty strange for me. You know how the Hold’s defenses buckled and for a while the northmen took the place, right? Well, we were part of the forces that marched up there to retake it. Granted, we had a little something extra in mind we hoped to do while we were there, but overall I found myself marching with a large group of troops intent on taking a border keep.

Sound familiar? Yeah, I thought it would. The last time I was doing such a thing, it ended with such a slaughter, nearly ending me along with it too. Granted, when we went back there, it wasn’t so bad since it was a small group that time and we weren’t retaking the place, just killing what had taken up residence. But this time? It was eerily similar to the last time I marched with an army. Had me on edge the entire time, I tell you.

Now, most of the troops were going to be used like troops are- marched together until they die or kill. They would assault the walls of the Hold, but let’s be honest here. That place was meant to withstand any attacks like that, so what good was this going to do? It was practically throwing lives away. So why did they decide on that plan?

Turns out the generals had a plan and the dying soldiers were to provide a distraction for a small team to sneak into town and kill the invaders’ leader. Guess who they picked for that small team. No, go on and guess. Don’t give me that look, just humor me. Why yes! How did you know?! The Black Foxes had the honor of slipping in during a pitched battle and killing whatever passed for a leader in there. I think I’ve already heard a ballad or two being composed about it already, and let me tell you, none of them were like the real thing at all.

First, there was very little resistance getting in. We didn’t gut watchmen and hide bodies, we just slunk inside the fortress and then slipped up onto the main keep’s roof without having to slit any throats, bind any foes or gag any guardsmen.

Second, I hear people talking about us raining down on that giant and his guard like death, but believe me, it was nothing like that. None of it was impressive, since most of us ended up falling into the middle of his war council. They probably were more confused than intimidated. We certainly weren’t making a good showing at first, which is probably why they didn’t run or call for more guards.

Now, I will give those song-writers props on the giant himself. They got that pretty spot on. Except for the axe part, he didn’t have one of those, just two large shields he kept hitting us with. But he was certainly a sight to behold. A towering behemoth of steel, smoke and rage, I like that description and it fits. Or it did fit until all the fighting died down. Nothing is really towering after having its head cut off. Guess we’ve become quite adept at dealing with behemoths.

Once that was done, we paraded his head around the fortress, scaring off most northmen that we came across. From what I hear, the battle on the walls really turned in Sutherland’s favor once news got out that their general had fallen, but we didn’t really stick around to see. You see, we had another reason for being there and we hoped to be done with it by the time our troops retook the crumbling fortress. What was that reason, you ask? Well, buy me another round and I’ll tell you, but let me give you a hint, it involved the crypts and a lost, holy relic.

Yeah, you want to hear that part of the story, don’t you? So about that round of drink…

The Worst Adventure Of Fulgen's Life

Fulgen smashed his mug down hard on the counter, shattering it. “You don’ unnershtann’, Bree!” he bellowed. Then he fell off his barstool, mostly on purpose.

“Shorry! I’ll fix it, jusht…” He rolled over and started picking up shattered pieces of the mug off the floor, ignoring the cuts in his fingers. “Ish too outlannish! It breaksh the audienshushh shushpenshunn of dishbelief! Ish one thin’ to shay, ‘oi, yesh, we killed a draggnnn’ ‘coz when people hear that they shay ’shure, a fire-breathin’ draggnnnn’, I can believe that, but prolly werenn’t ash big ash he shaysh.’”

Fulgen crawled back up onto the bar and scraped all the shap pieces of his mug together in a pile. “But thish thin’, tooootally diffren’. You tell them you hash a jaunt off the globe, three trialsh, an’ a chat with a god, nnnobody believesh it. Ish just a fairy tale. Thish ish the worst adventure of my whole life! My whole life, Bree!”

Fulgen spread his fingers and put both his hands on either side of the pile of shattered ceramics. He closed his eyes, and hummed a tune that sounded almost like a lullaby. He stopped after a few notes, frowned, then started over and hummed all four bars of it. The mug stood up in an instant and was in one piece again. “An’ nobody up there even tellsh me why the ghosts ish followin’ me ’round… I really wanna know… Might make a good shtory…”

Things officially got weird

So we plugged the books into the machine, and got transported to Elysium. Fought an angel. I died. Wyllo offered to take my place, luckily it was a test and I was brought back to life. Met the Red Flame, and made her uncrazy…

Yeah… it’s been a long day

Message Encoded in the Book of the Dead

I imagine the dwarves will not be happy that you corrupted one of their sacred texts. Then again, if it is made constant, as the machine I have built intended, they will have never known it was corrupted to begin with. This is where you will hide the last knowledge, the location of the lock itself, where I have buried Eadwig’s dark heart, his corrupted Spark of Creation. I have built a great vault, sealed with three keys, buried beneath the City of the Dead, Samar’s city on the Plains of Chaos.

Secret Text in the Book of the Dead


A second story written on the back of a "friendship bracelet"

Once upon a time there was a young girl, a nun named Sellah. She had a talent for telling fortunes, and could use magic to purify poisons and diseases.
When plague struck her city Sellah worked hard to help people who suffered from it. During that plague the duke feared for his life, and ordered the temple send their best healer to his household. Sellah was instructed to use her power on the duke and his heir twice each day, though they were perfectly hale, leaving her no power to help anyone.
Each day Sellah begged the duke to let her return to the city to fight the plague, and each day Sellah was refused. After fifteen days of begging, Sellah ceased and said nothing. That night the duke said to her, “shall you ask to leave me again? I grow tired of this.” Sellah bowed, and said nothing.
The next day Sellah put on the clothes of an old woman, and approached the inner gate of the duke’s manor. She told them that she was a witch who had evaded the guards and brought a dire portent for him and his heir. The duke listened, and had her sit with him at dinner. There, Sellah cast the duke’s fortune and read it to him. “Unless you release the healer you keep in your walls, you will die of the plague.” The duke laughed, and ordered Sellah hanged. Only when she breathed her last did he realize her disguise. He was furious that his healer had escaped him in death, and in anger he had her temple looted of relics and burned.
The next day the citizens revolted. The duke fled with his heir, and within a week they succumbed to the plague and died.
The ashes of Sellah were gathered and a new shrine to her was built on the ruins of the duke’s manor. No city, town, or village within seven miles has ever suffered a plague of disease, worm, or pest.


Dear Journal of Lewdness,

Today I took back the painting that brought so much joy into my life. The nude photo of that nasty goblin is mine, at least for a second. Every crevasse of her body is engraved in my memory. Now I am haunted forever and must share this with the world. Nudity for everyone! You get a print and you get a print. Everyone gets a print!

We stole a sacred relic

I can’t believe we actually managed it, but we did. The Black Foxes managed to steal the Dwarven Book of the Dead.
Wyllo, Fulgin, and Belfran tricked some of the archivists to give them a tour of the Archives, so they could scope the place out and figure out what we would need to do in order to break in, while Mosi and myself scouted out the sewers to find a way in, seeing as the Vaults are in the high society parts of town.
Made some easy money while we were down there, taking a job from the guards to fight a spider that was living down there. I didn’t even get a hit on it, Mosi just crushed it with two swings of his hammer before I could even blink.
Between the two of us, we found a good route to take, and even discovered that we could enter the Archives directly through the uh… lavatory.
The heist itself went off without a hitch. We got in, fought some stuff, took the book and got out again.
I feel really bad, taking this sacred object from the Dwarves… but it can’t be helped. We need this book. If it survives the machine I’ll mail it back to them.

Still Alive

We did it. I think. No one is dead, at least.

I’m reminded of how much I don’t like my elven roots. During our mission to extract the final book, we had to do some recon that required me to disguise myself. I took up the form of a high elf woman, and personified the worst of what I view elven traits to be.

We didn’t get anything out of that, save for a layout of the mines, but it did help us get the book out.

Also, clockwork dragons are cool. But yes, we did it.


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