Category: The Wordbearer Chronicles

After word spreads that we are here on official business, the Tullikins offer us some of their produce and the use of the great, stone hearth in the common hall. Even though we should be pursuing the goblins, Vong has a wonderful time preparing a humble pot pie and warm mashed fruit over skillet bread. It’s a little bland but… Read more →

The farmville is nearby; this corn field being the first of many we cross as we make our way to it. The group is on high alert for the goblins to return, but we do not spot them again. Though my owl had been dozing before, I will it to provide aerial coverage so that I am not subject to… Read more →

The camp is torn down and the party is, at last, ready. We turn northwest into the bottom corner of our sector. Though we have left the easy terrain of the road, the tall grasses and occasional grove or outcropping of shrubbery does little to hinder our passage. There are babbling brooks and a balmy breeze through the leafy trees… Read more →

The morning comes too soon for my liking, but I rise and begin my morning routine. Vong is still asleep and Voella’Tien is standing a little away from the camp watching the mists swirl across the fields. My movements snap Rakatha awake with an obviously learned speed, further cementing that he was not only a pit fighter, but a slave… Read more →

As I ponder disposing of Rakatha, Vong kneels down to care for the tired man. A hearty helping of the spiced chicken and rice dish Vong cooked, as well as his own canteen of water. There is a nearby stream so washing the blood and sweat off will be the next course of action, most likely. Voella’Tien remains in the… Read more →

We return to the road and the afternoon is uneventful. The extended rest leaves my feet still sore but improved. The cooked meal has my belly pleasantly full. As the sun begins to drop and dusk settles in, we find a campsite that is near to the road so Rakatha and Gala can find us. I direct my owl to… Read more →

Voella’Tien has been quiet his whole time and nothing about that changes when Vong addresses the group. Rakatha seems to be preoccupied looking burly again so can’t be bothered with thinking. While going to investigate the rumor will only add fuel to the fire of Vong’s demotion from squad leader, I appear to be the only voice of reason available.… Read more →

At eight in the morning I am sitting, once again, on the fence a mere hundred steps from the Adventurer’s Corps. Had I not been bleary from the night before, I might have even been pleased when Vong appears right on time. Voella’Tien is the next to show, and Rakatha lumbers up about fifteen minutes late. All in all, not… Read more →

There is no time to begin to fully regret signing on to the Adventurer’s Corps because the Field Master signals for attention. There are five groups assembled but two of them appear already acquainted. The Field Master points to a map of the region that is up on the wall. It is divided into quadrants and further broken up into… Read more →

Monday morning I return to the Adventurer’s Corps. A small queue is out front again. I see two that might be interesting: a shifty gnome, a human ranger. I walk in carrying all I own, ready to begin the patrol as soon as orders are handed out. In the back, the new groups are being assembled as members filter in.… Read more →