Orks and Kraken

August 1st

The date is June 9th.

From the Journal of John Calder

An exciting day in which nothing went the way it was supposed to… We were recruited by a wanderer named Isaac to fetch some supplies from a nearby abandoned warehouse; myself, Norah and three other warriors were up to the task, and after some cajoling we managed to drag our recruiter along with us. I considered his presence to be good insurance that he wasn’t sending us into a trap or a hopeless fight… but unfortunately bringing him along spelled the end of our mission. Along the way we were waylaid by a few orcs. Most of my companions proved woefully inadequate in a fight; I was forced to abandon my fight against the creatures several times to rouse fallen allies. The girl, Norah, however turned out to have some ability with magic, and some real fight in her! I knew it was a good idea to keep her around. At any rate, Isaac fell in battle, and I was unable to revive him. No one could repair that wound. Our recruiter having fallen, we returned to town unsuccessful.

The battle did give me a chance to collect a few of the fallen enemies hearts for use in a ritual sacrifice later. I admit my willingness to go on the mission in the first place was because it looked like a ready chance to dedicate the deaths of some foul creatures to Huatl; the weapons cache was said to be inhabited by some evil crow beasts. No moral quandary there!

From the Journal of Norah Harrowmont

Hello book !!!

I find myself in a cheerful mood despite what happened to us…. But I’ll get to that in a moment.

We received some training from the mercenaries, it was minimal, but I think I learned something all the same. I’m glad there was some training I could get behind, too, as I honestly don’t think I could have lifted that long sword.

Issac approached us, somewhat hesitantly about finding some cave and some artifacts. Honestly, he was offering everyone an offensive amount of money for a job that actually got him killed. That’s right book, I saw someone die today, and I’m not sure how I feel. I had to use some of my gifts to survive, but I now know I am woefully unprepared for actual combat. Isasac died, our new friend Rocket almost died, and John is apparently a raving lunatic when he fights. We’re gonna have to work on that… Orcs are seriously terrifying. Seriously. I think we’re a tad in over our heads.

I heard from my mother that a trade ship I invested in is coming to port. I’m hoping to convince my new friends to join me in checking up on it. I’d rather delay our trek with the army as long as possible, but I think they really need us, and I did say I would help so I will!

Some people may say I’m not very smart but I’m loyal and I think that counts for something!

July 18th

The date is June 7th.

From the Journal of John Calder

Arrived in Tela to find myself immediately recruited by the town watch for some pro-bono investigation work. Since I have found that towns and cities are much more receptive to the actions of preachers if the preacher has demonstrated some value in aiding the community I was pleased to help in any way I could. I had hoped that whatever errand we were sent on might give me a chance to aid and interact with potential converts, but unfortunately most of our dealings were with soldiers and mercenaries. These men and women are rarely receptive to what Huatl can offer; they tend to die fighting or drinking far before they’d ever reach their old age. Hopefully after the errand is done I can find my way to some sort of retirement home to speak with those that are usually interested in what I have to offer. Although this strategy only compounds the problem that my most willing followers are the ones who are not long for this world, and thus my subscriber base has trouble sustaining its numbers.

I encountered another two travellers who I teamed up with to solve this minor problem. One claimed to be a performer, which I immediately saw as a valuable ally. People like to sing and carouse, and happy people are receptive people. Unfortunately his first performance was… less than inspired. The other companion was a young woman who, although charming, is not the wisest individual I have encountered. I almost feel that if I don’t keep her around she’ll be dead within the week.

From the Journal of Norah Harrowmont

I figured I might as well take a book along for writing – if not for me, then for gran-gran and the family at home. It might be nice to have a written recording of events somewhere! What if something exciting happens? No one will know unless I write it down somewhere!

Today, after a long day of traveling, I met up with some other people who had all come on down to the same bordering town. Most people seemed interested in the fighting – I just wanted to see what I could see! Somehow, I ended up tagging along with two seemingly nice gentlemen. The commander here in town asked us (and honestly I’m not sure why us) to find out who’s been plying his military with drugs! Not even useful drugs! Just drugs that make you amazing once, then useless a second time.

It took a whole heck of a lot of searching and pulling away at rumours to get any real information. I learned today that mercenaries aren’t always smelly and violent. That’s what I get for letting rumors get the better of me!

Both of my new friends are a little bit strange. I think one of them may have been a minstrel, but I’m not entirely sure he’s all that good. The other one seems to be a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He’s a worshipper of a god I’m not familiar with and seems to mean well. They both seem to mean well. I do hope we can be friends. I’ve never really had proper friends before. At least not the kind I’d be able to travel with and have adventures.

I believe we start out training with Melissa tomorrow. I hope that goes well. I don’t think I’ll make a very good fighter, but maybe the training will bring me closer to the mercenaries and soldiers – and then maybe I can get some information out of them!

It’s brilliant!

From the Journal of Vitas

Whoa there. Haven’t had too much time to think or read lately, too busy meeting people, travelling
Arrived in Tela yesterday. Busy night, actually. Remember?
I was expecting to find a tavern or similar to perform at. Didn’t find anything; I guess the town has been more-or-less converted to a military camp for the orcs when they come. I tried to perform, but I let myself distracted. Remember what that feels like? Remember why that happened as well. You had just met two other travellers – one slightly foolish but good looking lady, the other a holy man of some old religion. I guess everyone in Tela works so we survive, and because we didn’t seem to have much in the way of fighting skill, we were put together. Trying to find the source of this Black Frost. Didn’t sound like anything I’d used before.
I let myself get distracted out there, I think. I have a lot of my mind since I heard the news from the old manor. Can’t let that distract me. These people, these soldiers – they need hope.
I like these new friends. I feel like we don’t need to talk much to get things done. Surprised at their composition, though. The girl – Norah – seems foolish as a child, but her age and her attire seem to speak otherwise. Though, like a child in her simplicity there brews occasional moments of genius. The other one, John – obsessed with Huattol, seems like a business man. Oh, if he had met the spirits I have in my youth!
Oh – Need to go now. Report to the commander.


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