Tag: fantasy

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 →

There is a small line formed and, as I near, I see a bill posted on the exterior that reads: Adventurers Wanted—fair pay to clean up Buknar Valley—no experience required. Those in line look to be a mix of mercenaries and soldiers—no doubt fresh from the field—hunters, vagrants, rogues, and beggars. This could be interesting. I edge closer to get… Read more →

Nodkis has rebuilt fairly well in the last year. The city walls did not really sustain much damage in the attack, nor did the stoutly-built, stone buildings of the north side of town. I enter through the northwestern gate that passes first the grand guild houses for the Farmer’s, Forester’s, and Miner’s guilds—Nodkis’s reason for being. Just beyond, the outer… Read more →

The last tome I am able to read through from Val Maxis’s library is The Combat Mage. It covers casting in close quarters, when being attacked by an armed foe, while bound, while mounted, when grappling, and all other manner of altercations. There is a chapter on the intricacies surrounding counter magic and why it is so difficult. What I… Read more →

I haven’t seen Val Maxis the entire time, though my owl has spotted him on occasion. So much for getting ahead of the report and controlling the message in my favor. Still, I have been valuable to the army so I think I can smooth it out. I may have to suck up my pride for a few weeks, but… Read more →