((Notes scrawled by Fliuch Flamespear))
Day I, the town bordering Galt:
Arriving in Riverton was uneventful, and all the people I saw were either busy or hurrying, save for those in a shady, tented area. It more or less served as a big public inn run by the council of the place. The rates were low, though much higher than the quality of comfort that the dirt floors and lack of drink afforded.
I entertained for a few hours and made several new friends who helped me to cover my stay. One new acquaintance turned out to be a mercenary for hire, and offered to help me in my travels deeper into Galt, for a small daily fee. She’s dressed in heavier armour and is skilled in combat (and VERY tall). More importantly, she has a good heart, always speaking her will when she feels something is amiss or amoral, though she otherwise keeps to herself. Her name is Arsenau, and I’m pleased to be working with her!
A man overheard us discussing the details of our arrangement, and claimed that he needed help. We listened to his story, and he turned out to be a merchant prince (It isn’t the same as traditional royalty, but a symbol of high status and skill in trading) named Asir Zek Romad! He recounted to us that his goods had been stolen by an army of highwaymen (he was very drunk, and may have been exaggerating), and that he would hire any who would help to track his belongings and bring back a token and a ledger.
Three more travelers and several hell knights (euch!) approached, each interested in Asir’s story. We discussed it, and the hell knights informed us that there wasn’t an army. Though I was hesitant to help a slaver, we negotiated such that Arsenau and I would work with the three others. We wouldn’t be killing anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, and we wouldn’t be imprisoning anyone for the man’s trade.
One of the three who joined is a man named Rufus, a follower of Milani! I think that he only at first intended to make sure the hell knights wouldn’t harm the man, but he agreed to help us for a portion of the pay and the chance to help the people who used the roads for travel. He’s somewhat older, but very handsome, in a dashing, self-assured way. :)
Another of the three is a woman named Elizerra. She’s Varisian, like me, but from a region further southeast. She seems more interested in the pay that the moral side of it, but she doesn’t come across as bad, and she’s a strong fighter. She casts spells as well!
The last working accomplice joined in interest of being certain we’d finish the job for the merchant. Her name is Liriel, but I don’t know much more about her! She doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t wear any armour or use any weapons. She fights with her fists,
We agreed to set out quickly, our destination down the river a ways on a raft. We eventually came to a fork in the road, which was lined with three dozen people, at least! The leader, a spellcaster of a sort, demanded that we drop our belongings and swim for our lives. It was terrifying, to say the least. I pretended that it wasn’t (which was tricky through all the shaking), and that Arsenau was a powerful warlord, who could easily fight that many people.
They didn’t buy it.
Though, Liriel and Elizerra saw through what was apparently an illusion, and revealed that only a handful of the highwaymen were real! We did battle with them, and Rufus was grievously injured. We managed victory without losing anyone, though one of the bandits fell in the river and didn’t survive, and the caster who was leading them fled
We revived one of the highwaymen and convinced him to lead us to his camp. On our path we happened upon a fey-descended woman, who was mutilating a hare. She seemed utterly mad and dangerous (as many fey may be, forgive my saying so), and gradually conveyed that she was hunting a pixie, intending to capture her. She decided that we would help, and left a pile of possessions for us. The entire encounter was inexplicable and unsettling, which may well be the usual when dealing with real fey.
We continued with our bandit friend to the camp, where we were ambushed by a tiger! It leapt from the bushes and, mad with hunger, attacked us with everything it had. We fought the tiger until it collapsed, and helped it back into its cage. I’m surprised Arsenau could stand after its savaging; she was totally covered in her own blood.
After messily looting the goods at the camp, we rested before continuing. We took shifts to watch for any trouble. I’m writing this entry between watching the dark. It makes me wish I could see like an elf.
[end of entry one]