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Tevaga's Note.

The ride back was solemn. The air itself seeemd to hang low and heavy. The clowds themselves seemed to weep as a light misty rain joined us upon the journey back to Oleg’s. Dareron lay dead, his body held together by bandage and cloth, least his remains themselves be taken by the ground. Tevaga, the more stoic and, some what, less emotional of them all, felt the loss as much as any of her comrades. Yet her traning kept her from mourning openly.

Back at the outpost, the child was reunited with its parents. Sadly, Some acid etched words accompined them as Seldon let it be known the price paid for the childs life. Hearing the deed, they could do nothing less then name thier son after the fallen rider. In the days that pass, the mood of the outpost seemed lessened. Everyone wasn’t themselves, no matter how much Svetlana tried to bring joy to everyone.

One night, Tevaga couldn’t help but write back to the Sword Lords who sent them and ask a request.

“Dear Lords

We’ve been dealt a sad blow. One of our comrades has fallen. Proud Daeron fell to the hands of choas defending the life of a small child. Sadly, even though he died defending what be believed, his death has been heavy on our minds, and that, dear Lords, is why I’ve taken this time to write.

I believe we’ll need the aid of a strong character to join us on our expedition, for it has been indead tough. We’ve explored much of the area surrounding the outpost, and have come across many creatures and beings. Some, as the damned spriggs, and other more, honourable creatures as well.

I do bequeth thee dear Lords, to send us someone, if any are willing, to come and join us here in the wilds, and to aid us in exploring and when the time comes, possible bringing some Order to these lands.

Yours

Inquisitor Tevaga Redmane "

After sending the letter did Tevaga finaly allow some emotion to surface. Taking time away from the others, she disappeared into the woods surrounding the outpost. After a few hours, she returned, the staunch, slightly feral gleam in her eyes returned. Unbenowsnt to the others, she retunred with a new tattoo, as tribute to the Fallen Rider.

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Spriggan ze Death: Epilogue to Daeron's Legacy

After a vicious fight with Spriggans over the life of a not, yet month old baby, the party lost a member very dear to each of them. Daeron Glenvalinnor, one of the party’s strongest members, and his trusty steed, Primus died fending off the Spriggan threat and managed to save the life of this this little one. After breaking a deal made with fey, Zarzuket managed to grease the child and almost everyone made it out in one piece. The only other thing taken from this Spriggan hold was a large egg—unsure of what this egg contains, the party travels North, back to Oleg’s with the remains of Daeron—unfortunately, the words of comfort attempted by the blind Druid, Cyrus were nothing to ease the pain as the party leaves him in the woods and travels back to the Trading Post.

Travel back to the trading post was uneventful and bittersweet when they arrived with the child. They told his parents the price that was paid in blood for the life of their little one. Hearing this, the parents decided to name their child Daeron, after the elf that was slain defending it. The father, a young merchant promised that he would tell Bards the story of Daeron’s fall, and that it would be heard far and wide throughout these lands. This being little comfort to Seldon, he managed a half-hearted smile, and Beren and Tevega sent the travelers on their way.

Discussion was had over where to bury the body, and Tavik and Seldon had trouble deciding whether to bury Daeron in the Stolen Lands where he died or to travel back to the farm Seldon and he lived prior to the charter. After much deliberation, they decided that the best place was probably here, in the Stolen Lands. A grave marker was put up, and Oleg fashioned a coffin from oak, and the harness and saddle that Daeron used for riding. It truly looked like a coffin fit for a cavalier.

Tevega, seeing the dismay of her fellow party members, wrote a letter to the Swordlords of Restov and explained their current situation and their progress thus far. Two weeks later, a reply came, saying that there was someone that wished to join their ranks after hearing of their loss. Someone that was familiar to them—only an acquaintance, really, but was still in training while they were in the military. His name, Montgomery Aberdene Abernathy Orlovsky III.

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Daeron's Legacy

Found in the journal of Tavik, the Nameless Monk:

“Today is a dark day for our cadre. Daeron, one of the strongest among us, and my friend, has fallen. But it is a day that will shine on in our memory. The pain, like flooding waters, will subside. Then we will recall the real outcome of that battle with smiles. A child was reunited with his mother.

I know Daeron and he would have asked for no greater thing should his life end in battle. To save an innocent from an evil fate is truly the pinnacle of all heroism. In the end, all we can do is give you a name, my friend. Let the angels know that Daeron the Valourous comes to their gate."

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Horse With No Name
Fair Trade

Written by the hand of Seldon the Druid on the day of his brother’s death

Today is the worst day of my life.

I’m riding through the desert of my soul upon a horse with no name. My brother is dead. My twin is dead. We have been through so much together. Our childhood…. our service to our country… We have fought in countless battles, side by side.

Cypress calls it balance. A fair trade. An old soldier dies, a small child lives.

Nonsense. First of all, my brother Daeron was far from the end of his life. He was destined to acheive much, in this new, wild land we find ourselves in. He had great plans for this place…

Those foul beasts that took the child are an abomination. I don’t care that they are fey- they all deserve to be hunted down and destroyed. When that strange monster-beast eviscerated Daeron’s horse, and then moments later shredded my brother’s armor in order to disembowel him, I blacked out.

I don’t remember what happened in the next moments. All I know is that when I regained my senses, my quiver was empty and there was an unnecessary number of missles protruding from the killer’s form.

Fair trade? Bullshit. My brother will have vengeance. More so than what has already transpired.

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Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.

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