Finding themselves hustled out of the Inn
they were staying at in Fewham by the landlord: Proper John (Vogir and Rudha-an
had apparently already left.), Orestes, Dokan and Indigo made their way to Lord
Rician’s manor house and demanded entry.
The visibly present town guards shadowed
them but didn’t approach.
A small Gnomess: Zavia also joined the party
as she was being hustled out of town as well. In fact all the adventures and
mercenaries recently invited into Fewham to help save the Lady Sybille from the
Black cloaks, were being ‘asked’ to move on.
After the aged servant’s initial refusal,
Dokan and Indigo were begrudgingly allowed in to ‘discuss’ their complaints.
Lord Rician was rude and dismissive and,
after asking the two adventurers to leave, called his guards. Despite Indigo’s
pleas for calm, Dokan drew his sword and attacked Lord Rician. Although no
match for Dokan, Lord Rician was able to defend himself for the few moments it
took for two of his guards to arrive.
Indigo then decided to nip matters in the
bud and, in a blinding whirl of action, killed both the guards and the aged
clerk.
Indigo’s brutal flurry had the desired
effect though, and Lord Rician immediately surrendered. He paid Dokan double what he’d
originally offered the party to save his ‘daughter’.
Leaving the next day, in their own sweet
time, the gnomess Zavia decided to join them, although they hadn’t the faintest
idea what to do or where to go.
During the journey to the next major
crossroads, Dokan spied a raven apparently following them.
He shot it with his crossbow and,
confirming his suspicions, it disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Making camp at nightfall, Zavia noticed
smoke in the distance. Climbing up a tree, she realized that it was another
camp nearby.
The stealthy monk: Indigo went to
investigate while the other three of them prepared to defend their camp. Zavia
proved herself adept with useful illusions.
Indigo noticed a group of orcs creep past
him but carried on to their camp. Once there he discovered two young orcs on
guard. He stepped out, unarmed and offering peace but, unprovoked, the two orcs
still attacked. It was only due to his generosity that they lived beyond that
moment.
The other group of orcs moved through the
trees to the Party’s camp. There, after a short, shouted conversation, they
discovered Orestes was one of them. An orc.
After a brief negotiation, the orcs offered
to share some of their food in exchange for the mutual defence of a shared
camp.
In the morning, the leader of the young
orcs took out a piece of parchment, tore it and passed half of it to Orestes.
Magically both halves repaired themselves and Orestes was able to read the
entire message. It was in Orcish but the phrasing was odd, wrong. It was far
too slick. Too savvy.
Despite being asked not to, Orestes showed
it to his teammates…
CALLING ALL ORCS!
Are you sick of living in fear?
Fear of the Dragon?
Fear of the armies of Man?
The time is upon us brother.
The time to reunite the sundered tribes.
The time to reforge the great hordes of our
forefathers.
Come find us in the heart of Fasel wood.
Help us reclaim what is ours.
In the name of Gruumsh, help reclaim what
should be yours!
Do not share this information with men,
elves or dwarves.
Do not confide with any that would see us
oppressed.
The band of youthful orcs left in
the direction of a nearby wood and the party continued on to the crossroads.
On the way Dokan noticed the raven again. ‘Was
it the same one’ he wondered and he shot it with a crossbow bolt, just to be
sure.
Again it disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Arriving at the crossroads about a day
later, they found a large wooden signpost. Its arms pointing in five different
directions.
1) Fewham: Back the way they came.
2) Winterhaven: Back towards where a lot of
them had originally started.
3) Stonefang: The land of the dwarves.
4) Gon Dulat: The largest city within weeks
of traveling and….
5) Khajag: Apparently a recent but wealthy
settlement.
It's here the raven reappeared in the
treetops and it swooped down to perch atop the crossroads sign.
Although raising his crossbow again, Dokan
didn’t fire and the nervous looking raven finally spoke…
‘Ad-veenturoors! Youu Arr all CAW-dialy
enviited to tha proviince of Khajag to aiid tha Blue prince with a triiviial
but preesing mat-ter. Thaare’s gold to be made. Aaaaand plenttee of it!’
With two possibilities and unsure what to
do, the Party made camp.
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