Picking up where I left off, Wyvern Rock turned out to be… Enlightening. And enrichening. Hell, we even found some interesting weapons, and traps. Fuzzy definitely deserves the extra 10% share after what happened… And while I know Vyl and I are about the only people in this realm that can read these journals, I will still not put on paper what happened there to protect the pride of all involved.
The Dwarf, Mondar, managed to almost catch up with us, but ran afoul of a lone assassin. Near as we could tell after the assassin entered our camp and died, is that the Dwarf was ambushed, had his horse shot out from under him, and succumbed to the poison the Assassins are using. We found him near to death, but Nyth’s ever-useful (and occasionally over-taxed) healing powers brought him back.
I’ll… Get back to you on whether that’s a good thing or not, and don’t ya chew me out for not trustin’ my companions dear! You know what’s in my head, and you know I’m right in bein’ cautious!
By Mask! Er… Sylvannis! You know what? All the gods! Besides, I’m the one writing this, and it’s MY hand that is getting sore, so would you stop arguing with me so I can get back to the journal?
At any rate, we decided at this point to split up. We knew the assassins were looking for a group of six, so some disguises were put into play and Fuzzy, Lucy, Crys, and Nith took the long road, heading back to the road through the plains, while Mondar and I cut straight through to the next town that was our destination.
I forgot to mention, we were not travelling across the plains as the Plainsfolk had given us tokens showing our right to travel off the road, something none of the assassins had.
Mondar and I had a relatively easy trip, he upon the Asssassin’s pony after his own steed was shot from beneath him, until we reached a logical camping place. Turns out it was already occupied by four riders with shaggy ponies, quite remarkably like the one our own Mondar was now astride. The battle began, but was short lived. It lasted long enough for an assassin to stoned, for myself to dismount and get stabbed in the back, and then a rain of plainsfolk arrows ended further resistance. Corpses were looted, we all ate together, and then the plainsfolk went one way and we took our two new ponies the other.
We had no more trouble, reaching Jirunstown quickly and setting up in the most expensive (and secure!) inn. We had no uses for the fancy riding saddles the Assassins used, so had a stable boy sell them for 10% of the profit. From there, we paid up for three days at the inn, and waited.
The rest of the party came in on the third day, got some supplies, and met up with us. On the fourth, Nyth went to temple of Mishalkal where she left a sample of the poison the assassins are using on us. We ended up staying another day to get the antidote, but apparently pushed our luck a little too far.
On the fifth day, I was called to the town keep before Lady Jirun. Our Dwarf had gone and got himself in bit of trouble, and I will not go repeat his actions here. He instead wound up in the Gaol. Jirun explained what happened, and gave us warning, as a fellow thief about the assassins and fake writs, and sent us on our way.
Our next goal was to be Liad’s mage tower and school. None of us could imagine a safer location, though it did take some convincing before everyone agreed. This trip was longer, but completely uneventful. The road we traveled was heavily guarded, even the campsites. The night we spent on the road, the camp was guarded by a Warforged, a strange sight to behold. A soul bound to a mechanical suit of armour.
As a way to rebuild the supplies our stay would deplenish, I took Fuzzy out for hunting lesson. Her boots mean I did not have to worry about her city-breeding preventing her from walking quietly. I successfully brought down a wild sheep, which was shared among all who passed through the camp that night. We did not keep a watch in the night, so we were a little surprised at the additional tent that cropped up in the night, or more specifically, of the now very familiar pony and saddle that were outside it.
After some discussion, we checked our snares, found nothing, and returned to the road. Again, we had a largely trouble-free journey, finally arriving at Liad’s Mage School. It turns out they have a guest center, specifically to handle visitors for the school, so we were able to get lodgings for the night. Crys remembered that Danny was a student here, and when asked, the man at the front desk let us know that he was getting along excellently in his studies. He even offered us the chance to eat with the students, and we jumped at the opportunity.
We washed up, and then went to dinner. I wasn’t sure I would be able to find Danny easily in the crowd, but it turned out I did not need to. The boy has grown! It was great to see him again, and we all exchanged greetings and stories through out dinner. We even ran into Liad again, who invited us to his library after dinner.
The library was an amazing place, even Vylwinalli was impressed by the number of books. We all made ourselves comfortable as Liad relayed news of our home. The assassins and mercenaries have attempted to put it to siege, to strike at our families, and I am shaking with frustration and rage as I write these words. My only solace is that they are failing miserably. Between the Pages and Thieve’s guilds, the extremely competent Town Guard, and the Imperial Guard Regiment under the command of Lord General Dar’s own Captain Reggie, there is little the town has to fear.
Still, some threats are getting through. Sarah, my neice, managed to dent her best skillet, so I have sent word to commission the Dwarves who made my Punch Dagger of Roarx to make her a pair of skillets or pans (at her discretion) at least as awesome, from my personal accounts in Olympia.
Only the best for my family.
Dryffa is doing well, and it sounds like Pip has found a way to draw the town’s attention from the killers about them. This is a service I could never thank him enough for…
As the rest of the party wandered to bed after our briefing, I remained behind, asking Liad for maps of the forest around Dunbar. These forests are going to be the most dangerous part of our journey, but thanks to the maps that Liad was able to provide for our viewing, I am confident I have planned out the safest route through. especially now that the Scrying spell they were using to track us has been confused.
I can do no more tonight, so with this good news and hopeful tidings, I will finish this journal.
We still live. We have faced down demons, thieves, monsters, and a Goddess. The gods as my witness, we will thrive through this job, and we will return to our home and our loved ones once again.
~Mugshot WolfFang Dragontooth, the Guild Leader of the Olympian Thieves, Ranger of the Order of the Arches