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Ranger Corporal Torik. Serenity mission after action report.
Bounty bait and ambushes.

To: Ranger Command att: Echer’naught Regional Command.
Date: 27th Day of Harvest moon.

After action report, for deployed mission ranging from 10th day harvest moon to the 25th same month.
By: Corporal Torik Kusuta, Grey Ranger and affiliated with the White Silver Wolves.

Coming down back south, from the Dwarven Clanhome Stonefinger after its Liberation. I had hoped for some leave, but was by orders from the ranger regional command of Echer’naught, sent to Echer’naught to support a high profile mission.

Mission Personnel:
Brevet Captain Macha Panta. Commander of Camp Wolfhaven. Brinchie.
Lieutenant Celebor. Former regional commander. Alakar.
Sergeant Ash. Master of Magics. Eldakar.
Corporal Lob. Alchemist. Goblin.
And myself
Corporal Torik. Goblin.

Research support by
Corporal Elak. Lorewarden. Dwarf.

We were briefed by Greys, no name and I feel that describing his appearance will just be censored anyways. Who told of the problems of the road between Echer’naught and Serenity.
Where many attacks have happened, a high number of rangers have died to these ambushes. At least according to Corporal Elak research.
We were to travel this road south, try and discover the source of these assaults and destroy what ever factions ability to keep these attack up. And discover there affiliation if possible.

By the mission giver, we were given writs of purchase to use to gear up for the mission. The high profile people of this group are really awesome, providing me with most of the writs. And I got to upgrade some of my gear, to magical enchanted gear. Which does make me more confident on these missions. I tend to be sent on these rather important missions, anything that can keep me alive, is appreciated.

Research into the mission and the personal selected, turned up that Macha Panta and Ash has some rather large bounties on them. 5000 on Macha and Ash up to a massive amount of 6000 gold. I suggested we disguised ourselves to be bounty hunters, turning in the bodies of the two. For the bounties. Using magic or acting, for them to appear dead. That idea wasn’t really taken seriously by the others. Unfortunately.

We traveled out south towards Farwatch and Serenity the 17th day Harvest moon. A couple of days in our travel we came across a obscene scene. Murdered rangers hanging from trees. Apparently several of the other members of the group, recognized most of them. Not knowing them myself, I suggest reading the other ranger reports.
As we were working to take down the bodies and bury the remains, we were attacked. The assault started with magical fiery blasts targeting most of us, followed up by a invisible creature. It charged Ash relatively directly, actually forcing Ash to concentrate for a moment. As I have been fortunate enough, to be on several missions with him, that was the first time, I have seen him be forced to pay full attention to what is happening around him. But he and the others relatively quickly took the assailant out, it seemed to be a flametouched Brinchie, but unsupported.

We finished our business with the bodies of the rangers. And we continued our travel south.
Between Farwatch and Serenity we were once again attacked. This time by a heavily armed Builder, and some builder sniper. Both using some seriously advanced arcmancy equipment. Lt. Celebor went into a shooting match with the enemy elf, before he turned on the Builder, making his armor explode in a massive outburst of arcmancy energy. I hope that the builders will never think of making that type of energy, into weapons I shudder with the thought of exploding devices used as ammunition on siege engines, not to bombard walls, but to bombard towns and cities during long sieges. Or even more frightful, devices set to blow up in population centers or similar tactics. The fear that will spread.

Safely entering Serenity, we found the base of operations of our foe. This time we had the upper hand, being the ones assaulting the well defended locale.
The heavy hitters doing what they do best, slaughtering there way through the enemies, and even thou they used advanced arcmancy spliced with necromancy, we prevailed.
We discovered a treasure trove of paperwork, with intelligence on various organisations. And about 25.000 gold.

Now we are preparing to escort these materials back to Echer’naught, where the intelligence can be analyzed and the gold can be spent on the various war efforts.

Corporal Torik.

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Serenity Operation
Gray Lanterns

Celebor

I hoped that when I stepped down from Regional Command at Echer’Naught, I’d be done with reports. But, a personal favor to one of the grays, and here I am. If the cast of characters on the mission was any indicator, this was more than just rounding up the usuals.

Lieutenant Celebor, former Regional Commander
Brevet Captain Macha Panta, commander of Camp Wolfhaven
Sergeant Ash, Grandmaster of the “The academy of Yomenie Curu” of Echer’Naught
and
Corporal Torik
Lob

The later two not large players, but solid reputation as support cast on high profile missions. All we needed was High Paladin Murvoth, Captain Fyrforg, or Wolfhaven himself to make this another end of the world.

Harvest Moon 10th, 3126

We met, strange enough, at the Local HQ in Echer’Naught. I swore I’d never come back. Yet, there I was. Though, I like what they’ve done with decor. Changing of the guard.

Our handler was Gray. No names. Or not that I remember. The plan, such as it was, head to Serenity and eliminate a snake nest. Broad, unspecific. I like.

Harvest Moons 10th-20th, 3126

We gathered supplies, and Captain Panta ordered a straight run south through Farwatch. Sensible. Predictable.

Harvest Moons 21st, 3126

We departed in the morning, heading through the southern gate. Ride was nice enough. For a while, at least.

Our first indication of problems was a section of trees decorated with corpses. Per standing orders, we stopped to investigate. Many were Rangers, so I made the proper obligations (RFC Sscark Dregordian , Ranger Muller). We had just managed to get them down, well Ash’s spirits when we came under attack. Some Fallen Brinchie. Ash claimed it was a Flamedancer. I concur. Faced a few during the War. Fight was intense, but not too difficult.

Harvest Moons 22nd, 3126

Moving on, we reached the Farwatch Waystation and stopped. I elected to camp outside. The rest, most, enjoy the Inn’s hospitality.

Harvest moons 23rd, 3126

We reached Farwatch and stopped briefly for lunch and supplies. then moved on. South of the city, we encounter a wounded alakar, Ranger Avella, and we were ambushed…again. Getting tiresome.

This time, Builder mercs. This route should be named murder road. Seriously. I took some fire, but managed a clean shot on the shooter, through the eye, and caught the big target’s arcfire generator. They make such pretty explosions.

Harvest Moons 25th, 3126

Serenity. I hate this city. I hate cities, but this is one of the worst. Our specialists followed our information and eventually located the compound where our targets were operating. Primarily, I provided overwatch, security while our hounds tracked the site.

Once there, however, we went to work. We managed to do the ambushing this time. Heavy hitters punching through their defenses while I picked off the big boys. Necro-arcmancy. Deniers. Nasty stuff, combining all the worst of Necromancy and Arcmancy.

This fight was tough, though with Ash on the team, I don’t believe we ever had much to worry about. I suspect that he approaches battle like I approach paperwork. Halfheartedly and with a distinct lack of effort.

Final fight was with some Red Plates. Mercs? Not my mission. We cleared them out.

Our specialists searched the area. They uncovered intel on various organizations and 25K+ in gold. Targets down, intel recovered, and funds retrieved. And, we didn’t lose anyone.

Mission successful and accomplished.

Lt. Celebor

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White Silver Wolves Report Four
Xaos in Paradise

Captain Juliet Brander,
Silver Paladin of the Temple at Echer’Naught

White Stagg, 1st, 3126

Sir,

As ordered, I assumed command of the newly formed 5th Company of the White Silver Wolves on the 24th of Harvest Moons, 3126. I had arrived only a few days prior to find much of the Company already encamped nearby. Sergeant Major Hassolf, my senior NCO, had performed admirably in my absence.

The boats from Tirene unloaded mid day on the 23rd of Harvest Moons, 3126 disgorging the tired, but triumphant men of First, Second, Third, and Fourth Companies. It was an unusual mix of men and women, elves, dwarves, goblinesh, brinchie, and even a dregordian or three. The veterans joined the fresh fish east of the city, along the beach. SGM Hassolf had already had the newer recruits loading the Galaen Royal Ship Glory with supplies and gear for the trip.

By the 13th of between the 23rd and 24th, the 5th Company was re-equipped, organized, and mobilized. Loading 250 men onto a ship in the dark is a far more challenging task than appears. However, by first tide, the GRS Glory slipped her moorings and, escorted by two swift War Caravels Windsward and Callomine, setting sail for the port of Paradise.

The trip took six days of relatively rough seas. In truth, being from Olara, anything short of a placid lake seems rough. Still, other than our escorts chased off a few potential raiders, the trip was uneventful.

When we arrived in the Port of Paradise, the scene was a nightmare. Three dozens ships, galleons, carracks, and ballingers clogged the harbor, so close many were trapped by the press. Longboats and pinnaces weaved between, running supplies and crew between the ships, but the docks were empty, every slip vacant. In the distance, the city appeared under siege.

Throngs crowded the docks, piers, slips, and lined the harbor. Any boat foolish enough to attempt docking was swamped by the desperate crowds. By our arrival, few made the attempt. Captain Vandebere of the GRS Glory informed me that even the smugglers refused to dock in Paradise anymore.

We remained at anchor, just inside the press of ships, waiting for command to negotiating our disembarking in the city. For their part, the Wolves did well enough, though their impatience was obvious. I spent my hours reading reports, planning and revising operational plans for when we DID land. In the end, circumstances dictated our actions, and it was a scramble.

Early on the 33rd of Harvest Moons, before dawn, one of the Wolves, PFC L’Merr, a brinchie, first noted the increased flames around the city. In moment, the ships at harbor were ablaze as incoming fire tore through the ships at anchor. Captain Vandebere ordered longboats over, as he made preparations to pull the Glory out of range of the artillery from the shore.

The 5th Company scrambled to the boats, too many falling into the sea in the confusion. Thankfully, a dozen or more launches made it clear and began to wend a treacherous path through the burning and sinking vessels in the harbor. I, along with the command staff, boarded the Captain’s pinnace and joined our small flotilla of longboats as they rowed to shore.

Our approach was a scene from nightmare. Burning ships hissing into the the waves, men hurling themselves into the brackish sea to avoid the flames. Overhead, orbs of roaring fire crashing down, kicking up spouts of water and churning the harbor. We lost three boats before sighting the docks. The rest were scattered and broken up. My Wolves made landfall across a quarter mile of docks, in ones and twos.

The pinnace was forced farther east by incoming fire. We managed to run aground on a sandy patch of beach on the north side of the city, just shy of the Livegiver’s delta. There, my command staff established a forward base. South of us, the docks were in flames and we heard fights raging up and down the harbor. Throughout the morning, Wolves reached us in small groups, most badly wounded or burned. Our medical tent was kept busy treating out own wounded, and the civilians that managed to escape the chaos.

From what we could glean from our own men and locals who escaped the fighting, Xaos agents had been terrorizing the refugees around the city for weeks. Only in the last few days had the horrific sandstorms reached the city. By now, the entire region was engulfed, The ragged scrap of cloth that served as my command tent filled with about an inch of sand an hour.

It took hours to pull all our forces together off the beach. It was mid-morn by the time the 5th was ready to mobilize. Most squads came in too chewed up for combat effectiveness. One squad returned, more or less intact.

Under command of Sergeant Dario Del Vibora, a Nazatiran, the rest of the squad included:
Cpl Zathras, goblin mage, a well known and respected warrior
RFC L’Merr, another solid scout and warrior
Rhovelius Dimerian, an elven archer
Ogre, an…ogre warrior

Due to their success, and the solid reputation of a number of their unit, I tasked them with scouting the killing field that was the southern markets. Surprisingly, they took a turn to gather intelligence before going into the field. Impressive.

Just before noon, their squad reached the market. On sight reports and after action reports confirm the markets were a kill zone. Xaos cultists dressed as Paradise warriors attacked. In the confusion it was next to impossible to tell friend from foe. Worse, Xaos Reapers as they are called tore through the Wolves from elevation across the quad.

The Wolves never even got a clean shot on the enemy shooters and their advance arcfire. Dimerian, the squad archer was equally outdistanced. Something we must address in the future.

1st Squad (Sgt Del Vibora), 1st Platoon, 5th Company (Captain Brander) entered the market on the south east end. They barely entered the main square before getting bottled up and pinned down under heavy fire.

It took time, but we managed to assemble a hasty assault force and sent them up a parallel side streets. We lost several, but they pulled forces while 1st Squad controlled the field. I note special commendation for Sgt Del Vibora. His use of powers saved several lives, civilians and allied warriors.

It took hours, but our squads managed to move through the city, securing key sites. We collected allies on the way, Paradise city guard, mercenaries, and even a few less savory allies. It would seem that the NIghtguard and even Tempest forces all oppose Xaos’ incursion into our lands.

We reached the central city by evening. It seemed that most of the Xaos forces inside the city were scouts, saboteurs and spies. We believe their main mission was to sow discord, bottle opposition and sabotage the gates allowing the larger forces from the north easy entry into the city. In that, they failed.

However, the forces north of the city had already reached the gates. Xaos forces, backed by siege engines from A’Tora rained death, tearing through Paradise’s ancient walls. While the Wolves healed and re-supplied, I conferences with the Prince, and other local leaders. Though outnumbered, we had the support of the city defenses.

Despite some outspoken resistance, we decided to fully integrate our forces. The Prince commanded the walls, archers, crossbowmen, and siege engines. I took the foot. Other commanders were placed in key positions.

My wolves plugged the central northern gate, stemming the flood of Xaos forces while our engines set for counterbattery fire. The battle raged all evening, into the night.

We managed to push them out of the city, onto the sands to the north, when about the 13th hour, there was an intense pulse of energy far to the north…It felt as if the world shifted. And in that moment, Xaos forces withered…their summoned armies shattered, their strength broke.

In the same moment, it seemed the A’Tora forces turned on their Xaos allies. After that, it was little more than a clean up operation.

With the battle over, I met with other commanders on the field. Prince Hesham amin Jomil, Emir of A’Tora, while not surrendering, stood down with his forces. He claimed Xaos held his city, and his people. With Xaos power broken, he could now liberate A’Tora and take back the sands.

Prince Esteban amin Firenzo, Lord of Paradise commiserated with his plight, but his concern was for his city, his people. However, he offered us hospitality and protection in the city.

The 5th Company has been given excellent quarters in the city. We will remain until given further orders. For now, the city, and the Company are safe.

Captain Brander

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Liberation of Stonefinger, Report 3
Torik Kusuta

To: Ranger command, Stonefinger command, white silver wolf command and all the other commands, seems to be involved in this confusing war of the north, all against all.
Date: 17th day of Raining Leaves, 3126

By: Corporal Torik of the rangers and the white silver wolves.

Okay, once again I a one armed not that physical imposing Goblin have been sent right into the middle of a warzone. Sent to the Dwarven Clanhome Stonefinger, far to the north. Between the border of the remains of Camon and Shaya’nor. Been besieged for the most of the year, and apparently there biggest concern, was the lack of ale.

I was grouped with White silver wolves and rangers, Murvoth, Chumley, Ogre, Lob, Rhovelius and led by Captain Rorauk Fyrforg. We were briefed by a young dwarf, that the enemy southern siege force of darkness, was breaking off. We were to reconnoitre the situation and ascertain there intent.

We were led through the clanhome, down under the Gorgons. As we came out into the foothills of the mountain range, we were met with a reddish darkness, the moons having merged in the sky.
Making good speed, we came upon the small fort, where the young dwarf had come from. As we approached the gate, we found a lot of dead dwarven bodies outside its gates. And before we could react, we were ambushed by enemies on the walls. Crossbow bolts and arrows raining down on us. Thankfully we weathered the assault, I hid under one of the dwarven bodies.

As my goblinesh brothers, flew, teleported and climbed into the fort to engage the enemy, Lob blew up one of the towers. Captain Fyrforg taking on a role of leadership, leading us from the wall. Rhovelius picked out defenders on the walls, shooting one at a time.
At the time, I was not really sure what enemies we were facing, but the dead dwarven bodies, was raised as Greater Zombies. I was thankfully fast enough, to get away from the body I had used as cover, and ran for Lob on the outskirts of the fort. And as the zombies were shambling after me, they were gathering in a group, that made it possible for Lob, to cast one of his explosive bottles, that blasted the dwarves into a new death. Ogre threw one of the evil dwarves from the top of the tower, falling to his death. I could use one of the zombies to stabilize the crossbow, and shoot a couple of the shaya’kar enemies on the wall.
Even being able to trick a few of them, so they didn’t fully use the cover of the walls.

As we were about to take control of the fort, suddenly light and angels were all around us. Slaying the remains of the enemies. I understand from Chumley, that it was some leader of a massive army. That wasn’t particular respectful, thinking that he saved us.
With the deaths of dwergs, shaya’kar, vampires and some other monsters. That was clearly killed by Chumley, Murvoth, Lob and Ogre. I do not think that his help was that needed.
But I saw his armies march across the fields, that had been the camp of the armies of darkness, not a half a day before.

Was quite a impressive sight, I can’t remember who told me, but apparently the army was the First Host of The Southern Blades.
I am not much in the big scheme of things. But I have experienced the return of Vainar in the grey lands. I have seen the wonders of Ash, Murvoth and Chumley. And they are just a handful of the immensely powerful heroes on the side of good. I have seen dwarves ride massive lizard beasts, all armed with plate and white silver weapons. I have seen elven cavalry company, where each of them could be legendary heroes in there own right.

I do not understand why command, don’t just simply gather the armies of everybody, and rid shaya’nor and Kal-A-Nar of the evil that they contain. Sieges would be over in hours, with ash and this southern blade dude and quite possible a lot of other priests, summon every angel in existence. Hundreds if not thousands of heavy armoured white silver armed dwarves singing there way into the midst of enemy strongholds. Cavalry forces crushing everything underfoot.

I have seen these legendary heroes be outnumbered 10 to one, and not even breaking a sweat smashing the enemies of good.

But that is just the thoughts of a little goblin, who is better with a book and misdirection, than straight up fighting. So I would prefer if I could be reassigned to somekind of research branch of our organisation, or if you keep on making me fight these battles, actually equip and train me to fight these battles. So at the very least I don’t get in the way of the true warriors of our organization.

But to finish of the report. Investigation of our enemies, showed they had packed to move out, and had rations for 14 days. They seemed to just had been waiting for us, probably not me, but there was some important characters in our party. I guess Captain Fyrforg, would have made a great prisoner for them.

As I write this, I remember that the young dwarf, was shocked and concerned as we approached the fort. Almost running ahead of us. Maybe he need to be debriefed by a mind reading adept. I have a inkling, that the dwarf might had been sent to us, forced to report the movement of the dark armies, to keep his family and comrades safe. As there is a good chance the enemy, had retaken the fort and prepared the ambush, well in advance. Keeping the dwarves alive long enough, to pressure a young impressionable dwarf, into making mistakes.
Just something to consider.

Signed 19th day of Raining Leaves
Torik Kusuta

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The liberation of Long... Stone... Spear or Finger?
Dwarven cities are tough......

So… Me, Chumley, received some orders to help kill some bad people who were stoping the little Dwarves from getting their ale. This seemed very worthy to me, Chumley! Ale being somewhat dear to my heart. Anyhoo, a young (no beard) Dwarf brought us in to meet with a more important Dwarf. The beardless Dwarf was going to lead us through secret Dwarf tunnels to the area where we could attack enemies that were holding that Dwarven city that sounds like every other Dwarven city (or was it an outpost blocking access to that city?)

With me came my old friendsds Lob and Rorauk and Murvoth. Beardless Dwarf boy, Ogre (an Ogre). and one of the elfy types. I think one of the tougher ones as I don’t think magic was used and he wasn’t a total jackass (Cept Ash, that guy is COOL!). Anyhooo, after going through the tunnels we found that the sun and moon had merged into a red sun (or red moon, or something bad magicy!) OH, did I mention Ogre only wore a loincloth and a cloak? He was a bit small, perhaps the cold? Though once the fight started he seemed trained to absorb punishment. I’ll have to learn that fighting style as the enemy archers seemed to ignore my copious amounts of armor.

So we, of course, got ambushed as we approached the outpost. We took cover, fighting ensued, many enemies died. The only real thing of note was some non tall elf dirtbag, silver knife leader? Blade? I mean, how cliche! I think he commanded flying things and I suppose he was good enough to chase some other people off after we did all the work. He refused to shake me, Chumley’s hand! Very rude. Fortunately me, Chumley, is not one to hold a grudge.

Then came lots of reporting in and boring paperwork which I “forgot” to do :)

Now to learn how to not wear armor and survive being shot and stabbed!

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Liberation of Stonefinger, Report 2

Date: 17th of Raining Leaves, 3126
Attn: Colonel Wolfhaven.
From: Rhovelius Dimerian

It is late on the 17th as I write. Stonefinger has finally been liberated from the oppression of Darkness. I can not say that the liberation brings me much levity, however. Still, it is a victory of some sort.

It took me a while to get to Stonefinger. I was at the defense of Bearheart with Colonel Wolfhaven. We marched North from our victory. They couldn’t provide an extensive support force, but with a few sly figures, however, we could get some rangers through the picket lines and into the place. I’ll admit that, despite my skills, I think we go through on dumb luck. It was a long trudge from Tirene.

I spent a few days getting into the routine of the clan homes. It was a grim sight. Rations were low. Men were low. A years siege on the place drained her reserves. By the time of the 16th, the Dwarves were out of Ale and drinking well water. That alone probably broke their spirits.

I was assigned to a mixed White Silver Wolves / Ranger unit under the command of Captain Rorauk Fyrforg. A Dwarf of means it seems — his plate armor was kept and he was loaded with white silver gear. Likewise on his team was Sgt Murvoth — a towering orc with gleaming white silver plate. If memory served he was the champion of The Church of The Silver Unicorn. Another high-profile figure.

Other members included Lob, a goblin wearing the marks of the Rangers and Shay’von leather. He had various pockets on his uniform and a bandolier of potions across his chest. I went out on a limb to call him an Alchemist.

Chumley was a behemoth Ogre of about 15 ft, wearing “Ogre Plate”. It’s really two sets of Plate Mail strapped to his body. Fitting considering how damn big he is. He was also equipped with white silver Ogre swords and siege mauls. The only thing I had to identify him as a ranger was the human sized cloak attached to the full helm he wore.

Torik was another goblin who was missing an arm. Green skinned but had a higher level of intelligence to him than most Goblinesh I’ve encountered. Also he seemed to like shuffling a deck of cards if we stood around long enough.

Last was an Ogre named…Ogre. No armor, aside from a white silver helmet and white silver cod piece. A ranger cloak doffed his shoulders. I’ve seen Ogres before but let me tell you, watching one wade around in a loin cloth with a glowing cod piece is a disturbing sight.

We were guided by a young Dwarf whose name I did not capture. Truthfully, the only reason I could speculate to his age was because he lacked a beard. Also, he seemed a bit naive and scatter brained. Still, this was our guide. Better than nothing.

It took us 3 hours to hike up this passage. As we neared the top the ground started to change color, falling into a blood-red hue. I didn’t like it. Moments after we saw the red, we appeared to the surface where, at the 13th hour, we saw two of the moons “merge” to create a blood moon. Absolutely fantastic.

Blood moon, and now we’re off to handle some Darkness. Or, at the very least, scout them. Our mission was to act as a Forward Operating Team and collect intelligence on rumors. Seems there is talk of enemy movement but we have no eyes on them.

As we started down the well hidden path, smoke touched our noses. The young guide began to sprint forward but an Ogre grabbed him. Good for the youth too for the scene was tragic.

The small output was decimated. Bodies covered the outside of structure, though there were no tracks to suggest enemy movement and no blood to pool around the bodies, despite being recently killed. I could only suspect Vampires. Something was amiss, but I couldn’t figure it out. Before I had the opportunity to investigate, the trap was sprung, bolts and arrows flying down around us. I took a hard bolt to the chest, two others missing as I fled to cover at the base of the wall.

Lob pulled up next to me and tossed me a potion. I’d seen enough of em to know it was healing. Before I had the chance to down it, he tossed another up and over the wall. I heard the potion crack open with a rush of air, and then the sizzle. The smell of acrid corrosion filled my nostrils. On the mark about that alchemist bit I think.

While I downed my healing potion, one of the corpses rose and began to take a few swipes at Lob. Likewise, I suddenly noticed a very large wall of darkness just inches from my back. Stuck between zombies and a pitch wall of ebony, I picked the undead and fired. My arrow slipped through its eye socket and dropped the thing. Lob fired off another bomb of sorts. As I rounded the corner I saw Torik. Behind him the smoldering bodies of the zombies lay around him. Fine work from Lob.

From the new vantage point I fired again, clipping a Shayakar crossbowman through the throat. Torik rolled prone and began to chamber a crossbow bolt into his newly acquired weapon. Likewise he fired one off, shouting out to the enemy to draw their focus. I swept wide and fired another arrow, felling my third victim for the evening.

About this time the lights were turned on and Angels descended from the heavens. I didn’t get to meet the pompous man, but I was told his name was Captain Laramonte (I think that was it. Truthfully I didn’t care enough to pay attention). He was the commander of the First Host of The Southern Blades. Apparently he “liberated” us. Hell if I know. It just seems like he showed up at the end and took the credit.

Either way with the fighting over, I began to take stock of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the sounds. Torik and I slipped over to the edge of the cliff and peered down. What was once reported to host the Army of Darkness now had the forces of The First Host marching through it, the remnants of battle lighting the way. Seems Stonefinger is finally free of the oppression.

Before we left, however, I decided to inspect the encampment for intel. Nothing of a physical sense was found but I did notice something unsettling. This group was heavily equipped and ready to defend this place hard. Likewise they had all of their gear stowed and ready to march at a moments notice. For being just an overwatch post, something didn’t sit right.

You don’t defend a place like this and have your troops ready to roll. Either they knew we were coming or there is more to this than meets the eye. In either case, with nothing to go on but speculation, I relent from my searches and we return to the clan homes.

17th of Raining Leaves, 3126

It was morning by the time we got back, and the head of this clan home greeted us. Already supplies had started to come in (one of which was Ale, much to the delight of the denizens here). While we were debriefed on the arrival of allies, a messenger delivered to us our new orders. In 2 days times we march, joining the Wolves and the First Host to head to Lanier, the last bastion of Darkness in this terrible war.

At least I’ll have two days to kick back some (figuratively speaking of course). It’s a long march to Lanier and given my experiences in the war, I’ve no desire to make my last few days unenjoyable. Besides, I could use a few contacts in the North. Connections can make or break a man.

In either case, I suspect I’ll see you in a few days Colonel. Happy hunting.

Respectfully,

Rhovelius Dimerian

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Liberation of Stonefinger
Overlook

To My Master: Captay Fyrforg
This Day, the 17th of Raining Leaves, 3126

Master,

Yesterday, at mid-day on the 16th of Raining Leaves, there came to our offices a young, beardless lad of some score years. He was serving as a messenger, running missives from our most north-easterly outpost, settled on the cliffs overlooking the Camon-Northern Gather border.

As you doubtless know, we have been pressed hard and our outposts have mostly been lost. This one has changed hands a dozen times over the last year. Still, it was, and is, our most valuable vantage point to observe troop movements in the low lands to the north.

Bisham, as the lad was called, reported large scale troop movements to the east had appeared two days prior, on the 15th of Raining Leaves. Though from the distance, even with enhanced sight, no banners could be seen, but it appeared an army was approaching. In the valley, Darkness stirred, their hordes moving into battle lines. But, not for an assault upon us, thank Dranak no.

Per order, the young lad ran right here to report to Clan Chief and High Druid of Dranak Keznak Stonefinger, and to you, master. As you know, but I record here for posterity. The lad, as I said, arrived yesterday around mid-day. There, you were summoned by Clan Chief Stonefinger to hear the boy. Once you were armed with knowledge, the Clan Chief dispatched you and a band of White Silver Wolves, some new to our company, others long known to us.

It seemed that the dwarves were hard pressed. The Clanhome had just recently run out of ALE! The months long siege had killed many, and their forces were stretched thin holding the gates. The Clan Chief could hardly weaken his own Clanhome to see to the wants of the lowlanders, despite his personal feelings. And so, per our arrangement, we, the White Silver Wolves, were dispatched.

Master, a note on your companions.

Sergeant Murvoth is known to our company. You and he are well acquainted. He now serves as the First Silver Paladin of the Silver Unicorn.

Corporal Chumley, a large ogre, is also known to us. He has served with the Wolves before.

Corporal Torik, a one armed goblin, recently promoted, comes to us from other companies in the south.

Rhovelius Dimerian, an alakar archer, served with the Great Wolf in defense of the Olaran Clanhomes.

Lob, another goblin, and an alchemist, is a recent addition.

Lastly, Ogre, the ogre named Ogre. Curious creature that.

These were your companions, that and the lad. They were to accompany you to the outpost to determine the truth of the troop movements in the valley.

You all departed late in the eve on the 16th of Raining Leaves, 3126, yesterday. Due to the size of your companions, you took the underground road as long as possible, before emerging and taking the sky road from there.

It concerns me, but you and the team reported seeing a dark, blood red moon that even, during the 13th hour. This is the second of such moons. the first on the 16th of Dancing Clouds this year. I have scoured out tomes, and such moons portent ill tidings. We should all be cautious.

However, you arrived at the outpost some time in the morning of the 17th, this day. There, you spied the corpses of our brave defenders littering the ground outside the gates? No sooner did you arrive, then a storm of arrows rained upon you. Darkness, once again, held the fort.

The battle was pitched. This I know. For an august and stalwart champion such as yourself to fall, even if momentarily to such villainous forces. I can scarcely comprehend the threat. Your companions served well. Though, Sergeant Murvoth vanished during the battle, summoned by his Lady Celesia after delivering a fatal blow to many of the corrupted followers.

At the fever pitch of battle, reinforcements arrived. From the sky, surrounded by Angels, a Captain Laramont, of the 1st Host of the Southern Blades. He smote the last few vestiges of resistance, or scattered the craven.

You, by this time were down. So, he addressed Corporal Chumley, Sergeant Murvoth also absent the field. His demeanor was formal, and haughty. I know, my master, should you have been standing, his tone would have been more respectful. Ah, but such are the vagaries of war.

We were bade to treat with him in his command tent below. And then he was gone. You rose to find you men bleeding, but unbowed. Corporal Torik and Rhovelius Dimerian ventured to the cliff face to confirm the Captain’s words. Low and behold, Darkness was in full retreat and the Southern Blades 1st Host camped at our gates.

Your men cleared the field, while Rhovelius Dimerian discovered evidence that the entire team of Darkness had bags packed, ready to move. Each member had 2 weeks rations. As if…they were already prepared to march?

And then, you returned. Hiking most of the day to return. Bisham preceded you. To warn of the attack. By the time you arrived, our gates were open for the first time since the beginning of the siege. Supplies flooded in as allies in the Rangers accompanying the Blades provided for our needs. Little enough, but Colonel Wolfhaven has sent word that a larger supply caravan has been dispatched.

Greater news, master. Ironspear has also been liberated, a week before our own rescue! Already our kin flood our halls as we rejoice in life, mourn our dead, and sharpen our axes for the next battle.

There are other details and considerations waiting for you upon your desk. However, I know that you are enjoying your success, and rightly so. Drink well, master. For, our orders, from the Great Wolf himself command that both 1st company from Stonefnger, and 2nd from Ironspear prepare to march with the 1st Host of the Blades.

We march to Lanier, the last stronghold of Darkness in Camon. At last, we shall have justice for our dead!

Volgor Inksbeared, LoreMaster of the Wolves

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New Bride
Blackwing

Raven Dreams

I flew alone in the white winter night
Cold winds and ice deep within my weary fright
In the night my mind in the darkest of dark
Death was close, close to my lonely heart
The tomb at the ready
Even falling apart
Some would say this is fine art
Or better yet Art at his finest…

Wrapped in winters black roped plaque
All I wanted was to lie down and rest
In peace and upon a widows breast
For then we could know each other
Pains shared, blood expressed
Oh Cassandra
You are an angel divine
Winters mist and love sublime

Umbrellas to shield us from our earthly fears
Of natures whims and weather so ghastly grim
I turn my head, staring into the past
Your breasts of life make me gaze on back
When I was the raven
Flying noble and high

Now all I see are empty dark skies

Vaso

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Curious Encounter at Fylg
Blackwing

All but a Dream

Fleeting these sands of time,
Shards of unmade memories fond.
Visions of futures intertwined,
Ripples fade into the vast beyond.

Verbal passions heard only in sleep,
Flaming iris, no spoken goodnight.
False hope stopped afore I weep,
Piercing sword, Raven lost in flight.

Emotions Rivers a depth too high,
be forgotten not under amnesia,
Capturing Ma’ats feather from skies,
Tears taste like pyramids; synesthesia

Golden plume fallen from black bird,
Clear Quartz protection of his journey.
Quasicrystal love in unspoken word….
Atum- Burns pages from our story.

Ramirez

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Long Recon Rangers: Report Three 3126
Across the World

Lord Mayor, Colonel Baron Wolfhaven, Alexander

Commander of the Legio Heroes

Ranger Regional Headquarters, Echer’Naught, Olara

Eighteenth Day of Harvest Moons, Year 3126 Under the Light

At long last they are home, and our world will never be the same. My hope of locating the Tempest base of operations, however, successful, leaves me in an even more tenuous position. As villainous as Tempest may be, they CAN be turned away from madness. Nell, Anaxelum, even Samira have all forsaken Z’zt and stand with the Rangers against the Tempest. Is there a day when I must call the Tempest allies against a greater threat?

Already I have been forced to make a truce of convenience with the Prelacy, those accursed zealots. Will the day come when I must march under the Azure Lightning banner for the sake of my home?!

Even as the ink dries upon this report, I hold the orders that I have held in reserve for five years. The day I hoped would never arrive, has now come. It is time for the Legios Heroes to arrive. My Legion of Heroes.

For the sake of all, we must put aside our difference, however terrible that may seem. Our ancestors stood against the Dragon, Life with Darkness and Flame. Now, we must stand, Builder, Ranger, Shaya’Nor or Kal. My Archanon forgive me for what I must do.

Shaintar must not fall. Even if all must be sacrificed to save her.

Raining Leaves 25th, 3126

The Long Recon Ranger Team crashed into the deep Dregordian jungle just north of the Hastor fork in the midst of a pitched battle between forces of Tempest and jungle warriors. Most of the team made the trip, though Erik the Sorcere, Elrick the Priest, and RFC Jarvus Beerson never exited the Vortex. About the the Storm Legion was lost as well.

However, when the LRT landed they found themselves surrounded and cut off. They were very nearly recaptured when something crashed through the battlefield, dashing Rangers and Storm Legion alike. Though I have heard descriptions, I have never witness the fury and terror of a Thunder Lizard personally. From the team’s description, they are rightly to be feared.

By luck or providence, the Recon Team managed to scramble away in the confusion of battle, only to be captured by enraged, Kayakor wielding dregordian natives. I know not what might have happened had not a Korindian monk not stepped forward, calming the dregordian warriors.

The Korindian introduced himself as Tarish, and inquired how they happened to exit a Tempest Vortex in the midst of battle. The Ranger managed to explain their presence, despite the bizarre circumstances. That being, of course, the raging battle not 50 meters away. Still, Tarish believed their explanation and escorted the Long Recon Rangers away from the fight.

They traveled, escorted by dregordians, for an hour before coming to a small, swamp village on the edge of the Illiana’s Blood River, just west of the Hastor fork. Here they met the aged before Elder Ssvakasss, who welcomed them to Hriss, holding of House na Torasssi (“of the Eastern Marsh”). He listened to their tale, and once satisfied that they were not foes, welcomed them and allowed them to eat, bathe, and rest.

Though drenched in a common autumn downpour, the Rangers found the place a peaceful Dregordian village nestled in the wetlands, hugging the base of mighty trees connected by floating wooden and reed platforms. At the heart of the village, a large stone ziggurat. In the middle of the village is the Pillar of Twelve carved from a sacred Akassar tree.

They rested the day, and joined the dregordian’s during their evening meal. The only clothing available was local craft, and they had no weapons. Ssslikk, pleased to be home, requested a spear, before joining the others. The Long Recon Rangers told the story of their adventures. Once done, the Elder agreed to make arrangements for the Rangers to travel by river to Ssora, the Capital.

In the morning, the Rangers met a fisher and trader named Sskar na Torasssi who provided a boat to carry the Rangers, and Tarish by river to Sssora.

Raining Leaves 27th, 3126

Very early in the morning, the Long Recon Rangers arrived in Ssora. Sskar informed them that he would be in the city for five days. After which, they were more than welcome to join him for his trip to Ssatay. Now in the Capital, the first task, find food, clothing, and lodging. Asking around, they were directed to a dockside bar where humans were known to work. When the arrived, they discovered the guard at the door was an Olaran, Maximilian.

Max, agreed to help the Long Recon Team find lodging, if they would agree to take them with him when they returned east. A deal struck, Max hired himself as their guide. Drew, having some idea that her “betrothed” Trokash might have dealings with the city, asked Max to take to the merchant’s quarter. There, after a day of searching, Drew managed to locate a shop specializing in “Wares from the Eternal Desert” operated by a Galean merchant with a vaguely Malakaran accent.

Drew introduced herself as Trokash’s “Betrothed” and while the others enjoyed the pillows, water, and imported dates, the propriety met privately with Drew. Somehow, he managed to confirm her story, and offered to provide assistance.

And, by assistance, we mean a bank of suites in the best inn in the city, resupply of their armor and weapons, plus rations and food. From paupers to princes in hours, the team relocated to the inn and enjoyed a few days of luxury courtesy of Trokash’s benevolence.

I can easily imagine what manner of “contacts” these men were, but at the time, the Long Recon Rangers were not in a position to argue.

Raining Leaves 30th, 3126

Three days later, a Counselor approached the Team at the hotel. He extended an invitation from the Consul, Inzarra na Dristak to attend her in the Great Council Chambers. Donning their new finery, the Long Recon Team followed the Counselor to the Consul’s private chambers. There, she spoke at length with the Rangers. They, in turn, were forthcoming about their mission.

It was after this meeting that a Farspeaker for the Consul contacted me and relayed the information I enclosed in my previous report dated Thirtieth Day of Raining Leaves. Consul Unzarra na Dristak was enchanted by the Long Recon Team and thanked me on behalf of Dregordia for the Ranger’s efforts to combat forces like Tempest.

I believe that I will send an enjoy to the Dregordians. Perhaps they would be willing now to entertain more “official” diplomatic relations? Perhaps I will send a team.

After the meeting, the Long Recon Team asked only that the Consul might provide faster travel to Ssatay. She readily agreed and, taking just long enough to gather weapons, the Long Recon Rangers boarded a boat bound for the coast.

Raining Leaves 31st, 3126

At mid-day, the Long Recon Team arrived at the river docks of Ssatay. Though we have no “official” presence in Dregordia, we have long been permitted to have Rangers within country to serve as diplomats and guides for our forces. Garlass is a young Dregordian trained in Kythros and stationed in Ssatay for just such occasions. Though young and excitable, Garlass has served well.

Garlass led the Rangers to the outpost established near the sea port. There, they left the rest of the team to resupply and reequip while Garlass and Sgt Ironfinder headed to meet the captain of their ship.

Captain Roberts of the Sea Ranger was already in the region after depositing the Alpha Team in Granite Port. So, he was more than welcome to pick up another team and bring them along on his way home. This was the first time the Long Recon Team had seen Captain Roberts since their last mission to Paradise last year.

Agreements made, the team was to depart with the morning tides. So, the Rangers spent the night in Ssatay. RFC Ssslikk went home! A rare treat for most active duty Rangers. The rest, spent time in the outpost or enjoying the sights of the city.

Raining Leaves 32nd, 3126

Before dawn, the Sea Rangers slipped from the docks, turned west, then south headed to turn around Dregordia. However, a mid-day, the crow’s nest spotted a dark spot on the horizon. By late afternoon, a Kal Raider was bearing down on the Sea Ranger. Captain Roberts tried to lose the Kal in the growing dusk and fog around Nazatir, but the Kal seemed to sense the ship.

So, after a brief discussion with Sgt Ironfinder, the Sea Ranger turned to attack. The Kal were faster. The raider struck the Sea Ranger amidships and boarders swarmed the side.

The Rangers plugged the breach, but Acolytes onboard summoned a massive Reaver in the middle of the Sea Ranger. While the sailors frantically worked to separate the ships, the Rangers held the line, battling for survival. Corporal Zathras released spell after spell only to be countered by the Acolytes onboard.

However, there was a plan. Working together, Tarish enhanced the Rangers, and Ssslikk through caution to the wind, grabbing up the Demon and hurling it overboard into the sea. At that moment, Zathras unleashed hell, and the shipboard ballista shattered the Raider’s mast. The last Kal shouted, but before he could sacrifice his life to cripple the ship, Max smashed him into the sea.

And with that, the Sea Ranger limped away, smoldering, damaged, but serviceable.

Harvest Moons 6th, 3126

It took weeks, but the Sea Ranger reached Anasia and offloaded the Rangers. Though there is no official outpost, the Rangers were given food, lodging and mounts. In the morning, they began the final leg of their journey.

Harvest Moons 8th, 3126

The Rangers reached E’Dreigh and slept beneath the lights of the ancient Elven city.

Harvest Moons 11th, 3126

By evening, the Rangers ride into Greenvale staying at the local outpost.

Harvest Moons 14th, 3126

Late in the evening, the Long Recon Team rode into Farwatch, staying in the Ermengild Manor, hosted by the Rangers of Farwatch.

Harvest Moons 16th, 3126

Two days later, the Team reached the Goblinesh Waystation. The last stop before Echer’Naught. There, they were hosted by Corporal Rildrirr and his men. Leaving in the morning, the Rangers made the last final bit home.

Harvest Moons 18th, 3126

Late in the afternoon, the Recon Rangers rode through the southern gate of Echer’Naught. As soon as I heard of their approach, I donned my Dress uniform and rushed to meet that at the office. Sergeant Minor Longtail and Malcom met me at the office.

It is always a shock to see the team upon their return from assignment. The rigors of the road leaves marks, a weariness beyond the days. Despite the trek taking months.

Once seated, the Team provided a full debrief which took hours. They highlighted the nature and location of enemy factions, recounted the languages, foods, and weapons seen. They spent long hours explaining in vivid detail the Tempest city, the defenses, the forces, and organization.

Drew returned the stone, but we now know that these…Telemai or whatever they are called are far more powerful that we ever considered. And, they may be the key to travel outside our Realm or Garden.

They also confirmed that Tempest Cyclones can produce Vortexes which allow the Tempest travel across Shaintar and indeed without. In fact, using the team’s memory of the night sky, and Adept reconstruction we have confirmed that the Tempest Isle exists somewhere hundreds of miles south of Shaintar, but shares the same sky. Yet, Leonide confirmed that the Tempest comes from elsewhere.

It seems that the “local” Vortex the Tempest uses to move to and from the isle can only reach Vortexes summoned by Cyclones within Shaintar itself. Travel outside Shaintar must be achieved via the much large and more powerful Vortex atop the central mountain of the Tempest Isel. However, the Tempest Storm is insanely powerful, permanent, and can only be accessed by those already slaves to Tempest.

Worse, the revelation of potentially more dangerous faction now seeking to invade… Our only true saving grace is that all of these factions hate each other worse than they do us. Perhaps if we can play them against each other? Still, we have no reliable way of reaching these forces.

Even the Tempest who seem to possess the most successful portation magics are prone to error. They cannot accurately aim without first summoning a Tempest Cyclone. Even then, they can lose time, months even in the travel. And forces. Nearly half those that entered the portal from the Tempest Isle vanished, ours and theirs.

Could that be due to the disruption of Tarish and the Dregordians? Can simple disruption of the Cyclones adversely affect their ability to move across Shaintar? Do Cyclones create the Vortex or are the Cyclones a means of gathering enough Tempest power to accurately target the entry and exit points????

Despite all we know, we still have too many questions. However, The Long Recon Ranger Team managed to travel to the local Tempest base of operations, at least one of, and return using their own Vortexes. This proves it CAN be done.

Now, I must summon the Legios Heroes, unlock the secret of the stone, find a way to accurately and safely move forces outside of Shaintar, and assemble a force large enough to meet the Storm Legion in open field while backed by the power of a Turned Scion or Offspring…

May Archanon protect us all.

Your most obedient servant,

Lord Mayor Wolfhaven, Colonel

Ranger Regional Headquarters, Echer’Naught, Olara

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