How to be a Champion

After spending countless hours in Acadmae, being present for talos’ s ritual and helping fellow students and teachers, I still find my self exuberated. The interest that fellador has on yalos is most impressive, and I finally have a chance to prove myself to woman I find most most beautiful.

The tornament is where I search for my chance to finally prove myself, if this was a magical tornament I for sure wouldve won. To my knowledge i knew nothing of the tornament rules, only to find out that is was a fencing competition…..to which I was more than happy to try. To my luck I have been doing some research as to how the rapier is made used and perfected. I only became interested because of my musical companion’s choice of weapon. When we all arived we were introduced to an older fellow whom came to my surprise to be a noble of sorts, i didn’t care to much for it but Gnarcunt and Dseff to an interest in him and tried to spark a conversation, although it looked short cut amd dismissed. So on to the ladder we went.

In the start Gnarcunt completely out mastered a noble student, Dseff was brought down my the agile movements of another student, and i found myself at ease with this blade as I danced around my opponent with great ease.

The strangest group I've ever met...
Oosil -

After getting the news that my old home of Qeynos was in disarray I took it as my time to return after such a long time. It took me quite a long time to find my way back into the city and back into this noble circle. I haven’t talked to many of these families for such a long time that I do not recognise any of the heirs. Despite this fact my heritage and what was left behind of my family name was enough to get me invited to the important events and some invitations to meet the queen.

Queen Ileosa Bayle had some work that needed to be done throughout the city and thought it would make sense for me to meet some of the old houses in order to gain information on what could be done. Due to how slow news travels I wasn’t updated that the city had started to recover, however slowly, just a little bit. I was also invite to attend and old annual fencing tournament. The queen asked to to attend so that I could gather more information about the city and meet this “Team of adventurers” that she hoped I would help.

During the Tourney I was able to get caught up in full on the events of the city and the tales of these “Heroes.” However I wasn’t entirely convinced. However despite my prior judgements they proved to be worth while, while they made it very far in the tourney, with Pheaden even winning outright. Afterwards when they met up later with the Queen to assist the city again, I went with them to lend my aid.

Our task was simple. Capture the murderer of the king. We had her whereabouts informed to us, so we made our way to her location. Despite the best efforts of the guards there was quite a large mob gathered outside of the accused’s house. These adventurers spilt no blood and worked their way in with out much of a struggle, something I was keen on. This group managed to impress me a few more times. One, When they were able to detect her on the roof, out of site. Two, when Talos reacted quickly and made it to her with great speed for a construct of such size. Three, when Dseff was able to command the women with ease. and lastly when Gnarcunt cleverly made her invisible for easy transport back too the keep.

These adventurers have proven themselves to me, and showed that they are defiantly worth the effort to work with. Now all we need to know is what is most pressing for the sake of the city and what else can be done to help.


What a week I’ve had! Such festivities and adventure! Between the drinking of ales and singing of songs, not to mention intrigue, plots, and threats to my very freedom.
I spent the time I had to myself drinking and singing as I usually do. Spent a very memorable evening with my good friend Everett. He even found a lady friend by the end of the night. I also invited my new friend Dseff on a night of merry making, but he did not seem in the best of spirits. We still had an excellent night as I showed him around the greatest places around Quenos to get a good beer.

I also am working on a new song, to commemorate some of our adventures together.

(To the tune of Kickapoo by Tenacious D)

It wasn’t so long ago,
In a town with waters blue.
There was and epic adventure party,
Heroic through and through.
Although there was a half elf,
who had no clue what to do.

His name was fucking Phaden, and he refused to be on time,
We all were gonna kill him,
And then he got in line.
He entered a fencing tournament and all the planets did alighn!

jammin on the lute

With his golden biceps flexing,
He stepped onto he floor.
Defeated his last opponent,
And he gave a mighty roar!
It he who won the tourney,
Beat the students and the best.
And if you try to fuck with him,
He’ll put you to rest…

A Grand Showing
and a golden one at that!

After nine days of tending to the physically a mentally battered, I left the temple of Nife to seek out companion and friend Gnarcunt. He had extended an invitation my way to drink and break words over hearty meal previous to the temporary disbanding of our party. The cheerful company was much appreciated, but I fear that he did not feel the same… I had naught but saddening tales of the sick and dying to offer. Being ever the optimist, Gnarcunt offered reassurance that my tales were not sending him into a state similar to that of those I had been tending to.

Ganrcunt and I joined with others after they were finished their exploits and we traveled to the Acadamae to make attempt at discerning the nature of Talos’ past. After a rattling vision, Talos revealed to us strange sights; equally as strange as his glowing eyes while experiencing them. Although I found his revelations quite fascinating, none of these glimpses into the past offered any insight as to how he fits into the signs I had been shown. There was a mention of five adventurers battling a dragon… but alas, they were visions of the past, not the beholding of future events.

From the institute of learning, we returned to Zalara’s and took rest until the coming day. With the new light came new opportunity, one for me to try my hand at a different style of combat! We headed to VanCarlo’s abode where he held a fencing tournament. There were many nobles about, but none were of interest to me, except for one that is. An older individual, a man which held a great magical presence but did not display it willingly. Gnarcunt broke words with man, but he held little interest in him or our party. Our paths will intersect again, I know this for certain.

As for the tournament itself, Gnarucnt, Phaeden, and I showed great promise fighting our way to the final tiers of the event. Sadly, I was eliminated by a student of similar skill who took advantage of every weakness I had left exposed. T’was a good fight, and his victory well deserved. I have concluded that precisely poking and prodding at an opponent’s weak areas is not for me; I shall stick to bringing foes to justice with hammer guided to purpose by my God himself. There is no need to examine a foe for weak points when you can smash through their strongest ones with divine purpose!

Ganrcunt was performing well throughout the event, then his luck took a turn for the worse. He was swiftly, and quite grandly might I add, brought down by his final opponent. I offered him a blessing to help secure his position in the final, but he had refused. He wished to prove himself to truly earn that final battle. The gesture was quite honorable, for a thief that is. And then there was Phaeden, in all his golden glory. I would often use the word glory loosely with this half-elf, but in this situation, he has earned its full merit. His skill with a fine blade is remarkable for one who takes to spells before sword. I was impressed, I must admit; he did win the entire tournament.

Soon after partaking in the tournament, we were set upon path to capture the one who slayed the King. As I predicted, we were joined by none other than the man I set eyes upon at the event of swordplay. He is Oosil, an elder diplomatic druid. He stands as a rough stone finely polished under years of flowing stream. As an acolyte of nature, he is well versed in the ways of the woods and its magical properties. His ties with the monarchy, the city, and the law in general came as a surprise. Nonetheless, he was a welcomed addition to the task at hand.

Working as team, we located the suspected female fleeing her apartment as we arrived. We then broke out in quick pursuit, and I praise gentle Nife, for we were favored this day. With a simple command, the will of my God cast out and into the girl’s thoughts, willing her to return to us. I anticipated somewhat of challenge in apprehending her from there, but Oosil was quick to display his magical prowess as he charmed the girl to help ease the capture. We then set out to return the girl unharmed, but feared the guards may have not been of like mind. Then, the clever Gnarcunt who was never to be caught as the fool turned the girl invisible to bypass the resistance we would have surely encountered. Quick thinking, friend; some confrontations are more welcomed than others.

Our party is making a name for itself in this town quickly enough. Perhaps we shall see it expanded beyond these walls? Glory is not what I seek, but if recognition can help sway favor to those in need, then I shall take it.

I now stand in front of the Queen and ask myself: where will our adventures lead to next? There is talk of Barbarian uprising. If the revolt grows too large, it may bring yet more to this town. We shall see what can be done about it.

Tomfoolery at its Finest
Short and Sweet

Set on the task of acquiring information instead of heads foe once, we made our way to grouping of permanently docked ships. Inside these ships were various services available that appeal to the primal nature of an individual; risk, reward, satisfaction, and a temporary escape from one’s harsh realities. As appealing as these indulgences were, we managed to stay true to our course and seek out the individual who would provide us with the information we needed.

The man was pleasant, but rough around the edges. If simple exchange of words turned for the worse, I was more than prepared to hammer out rough edges into smooth ones. After an epic introduction by none other then Gnarcunt the master plucker of lute, we managed to secure position in the man’s forces. From there we ascertained the information required about the man behind the schemes to purchase the city in these times of turmoil. I believe that no one should have unjust advantage over the weak.

With such information, the Queen and her associated guarding forces should be set at ease if any schemes were to be set in motion. I was also greatly entertained by the games Knivesies that were held. It was something unfamiliar to me or my people, but maybe, just maybe, one day I shall partake in a match.

I now head to the church of my deity to see if I can be of any assistance in the tumultuous times. Perhaps I will be led further astray into another adventure? Time will tell.

Battle at the Butchers
Impressive restraint

We had been charged by the queen to settle rioting and serve under her jurisdiction. We left to head out to a nearby barracks. On our way there we met up with a minstrel of sorts who seemed to be familiar with the dwarf and the golden elf. He joined with our small crusade and we made it off to the barracks. Here we were met by a female commander and a large table of maps. Curious I looked to the maps to see what sort of things had been planned out. I then noticed that the commander proceeded to shake the hands of my comrades and the minstrel so out of some apparent social standard I followed suit.

She asked if we could bring back a deserter who had caused a small rebellion with other guards. She gave us a location and sent us on our way. The next day we made our way to a butcher shop, fitting place for a potentially violent raid. My allies gave me the job of watching the front door to ensure nobody escapes. So I entered in and was not welcomed at all by two fit looking men. I had not even been aggressive or wielded my weapon but they attempted to intimidate me and force me out. I however am no deserter to my allies unlike these pathetic meat bags.

One thing led to another and we ended up in a fight, though by some act of ill fate I was unable to cut them down as easily as I felt I should. Though much to my surprise and happiness the golden elf showed up and came into the fray. At this point my fortunes changed and we easily overwhelmed them. We beat them into submission and tied them up and proceeded further in the building were we met up with the dwarf and the minstrel. It turns out they had bested two more of these scoundrels and I was impressed with their skills.

We headed upstairs were we had heard rushed footsteps. We found the one we were looking for and he had barricaded himself in a room, crossbow at the ready and escape route already planned out. It was clear he needed to be subdued as quickly as possible, so I rushed in and tackled him down. Others were soon with me and we had him. He began fussing about being held and treated unfairly, but he was a dishonorable man and I would not trust his words. We eventually got him to start talking and then he uttered vulgarities about the queen our employer. At this I had no choice but to beat him into unconsciousness. This sort of thing is not tolerated at all, and it seems the dwarf agreed with me.

The plan now is to bring him and the other deserters back to the barracks. And I am pleased to note that they are all alive.

The Queen Commands It
Treachery and unpleasantries


After speaking with the Queen, our party set out to be briefed on our newly acquired task of quelling the riots. We arrived at our destination not long after departing the castle and were reunited with our fleetly companion Gnarcunt. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a fair, heavily armored, human woman who spoke highly of us. This was quite surprising! Somehow, the golden elf has manged disassociate himself with his overly proactive and slightly perverted nature. Then there is good Gnarcunt’s, that half-elf has a criminal record! Ah well, what can ye do.

Anyhow, we were given the responsibility of upholding the law, as the guards would. With this new power, we are to find guards who have deserted their posts and bring them in to be punishment and questioning, possibly not in that order. The fair lady briefed us on our responsibilities and showed us the location of where the most notable deserter was taking refuge. We formulated a plan agreed to set it in motion after a rest. We set out the following day feeling invigorated as well as experienced, learning from our mistakes in previous encounters.

We arrived at a meat market where hungry commoners lined up to received food for their families. We agreed to split the party and assault the location from both fronts without attempt of simple conversation beforehand. In a bloody battle with many injuries, Gnarcunt and I managed to pacify all the thugs that were running the operation in our end of the shoppe. As a party, we then traveled up the stairs thinking we had the man we were looking for with no option of escape. We were correct, but he had barricaded himself in a room, rendering access to him difficult, or so he thought. With a great leap, the impressively nimble Talos climned the barricade and tackled the blasted Verrick to the ground. After beating the man into submission, we return to out post with traitor in hand.


Battle plans and tactics are things highly valued by my people, but I find I do not share their keen sense of coordination during tumultuous battles. I often seek to hit the first creature that wished to oppress our movement, disregarding proper strategy. I think I can attribute this to my growing frustration with the lack of clarity on which direction I should travel in. I have found the troubled adventurers as needed, yet no further signs have been presented to me! For now, I shall revisit my meditation practices and re-synch myself with ebb and flow of battle, achieving serenity once more. I must move beyond my hereditary stubbornness if were are to maintain success in future battles.

Moreover, I am a tender of wounds. I can blame my actions on the reality that I would rather not be placed in the role of lawful mercenary. Alas, if it is what must done to have my path revealed to me, so be it.

The Iron Journal
Who among you is worthy?

I found myself in a city. There was rioting in the streets, and building were on fire. However none of this concerned me at all. I merely wanted to locate a person worthy of adventuring with which to share in an adventure. A city writhed in chaos seemed an appropriate place to search. I even offered a gold reward to anyone who could match me, however one by one they fell at my feet. A circle began to form around me as more and more challengers approached, then finally in the sea of petty humans a stout dwarf and a gold skinned half elf came to the fray. However before they accepted my challenge several of the humans attacked and the dwarf and golden elf fought at my side.
They fought well, and we easily brushed aside these meager whelps. Though one was left alive for some reason, and I was asked to take him with us. I obliged because I wanted to join with them for the half elf had bled fighting at my side.

I followed them through the frantic streets to a small home. We entered and it seemed to be old and abandoned, I did not understand why we came here. They also seemed perplexed and without answers so I didn’t bother asking. I threw our new prisoner on the coach and took post at a window looking for any signs of danger or trouble coming our way.

Shortly after one of their bags began glowing and an apparition of a female appeared. She spoke of a burial and that they had done some good work in recovering her head and that she would offer them help in the future. This further solidified my thoughts about their worthiness as companions.

The dwarf then attempted to treat the prisoner, who soon after came to. The prisoner then attempted to attack me. I would have taken his head, but my new comrades felt strongly that I should not. So I stayed my axe and allowed the creature to live. They asked him some questions and allowed him to leave. If he ever compromises us, no army can withhold my vengeful wrath.

The next day we stumbled across a drunken guard, he seemed aggressive at first, but was then kind. He passed out, likely from drunkenness and we holed him up in a room at the tavern he was kicked out of. We proceeded down to the graveyard and buried the head of the apparition, and she appeared once more over her grave. She spoke, though I was not paying her any attention at the time. I was more focused on my new companions. They seemed to be interested in further adventures, which pleased me well.
We left the graveyard and headed to a richer part of town, we found ourselves in a smith shop. I have such memories of these places, the countless repairs I have had done over time. The dwarf got new armor which was very efficient looking armor, and the golden elf suggested I get a better axe. He was assured that my axe was more than enough axe to quell incoming forces and rend flesh from bone.

We entered an academic institution. I have never had much use for these, though the golden elf felt as though they could find answers, and I thought perhaps I could unlock a clue to my past. We ended up speaking with an old colleague of the elf. I inquired about his knowledge of magic of my nature. He seemed to know something and offered to take a look at me. Given my lack of leads I took him up on this offer. We went to his study and he had many elaborate tools lying about. I sat on a chair and he began tinkering with the back of my head. Then three events flashed into my brain.

First I found myself in a large cave, there were giant cogs above and around me, and dark hooded figure was approaching. Perhaps he is my creator, perhaps he is the same hooded figure that appears in my first memory. Secondly I found myself in a large plains. I was surrounded by the corpses of slaughtered gnolls while wearing the pelt of a great albino gnoll. The vision was of me walking through a town littered with the corpses of diseased people. Some were crying out in agony and not quite dead yet, but there was no glimmer of hope for them. The memories ceased and I found myself back in the presence of the dwarf, the golden elf and the old man. I have finally obtained a solid lead about my past.

And at last we were headed towards the castle. A mighty building which seemed built to withstand siege guarded by many and swarmed with the common weaklings seeking refuge and safety. I don’t blame them with the chaos in the streets and no way to defend themselves, still pitiful though. We got in and I was forced to remove my armaments, at first I was reluctant, but my companions assured me that it was okay. Besides I could easily crush a guard in the castle and take their weapons if the situation called for it.

We waited for an audience, I was used to waiting. The golden elf was being very chatty, I chose not to listen. As our party was called up, there appeared to be a discrepancy as to why we were there, I myself did not even know. I thought that I was going to get some action, but the matter was quickly resolved. Those guards can live another day.

The queen was a young woman, she seemed to be in questionable health. Though we presented an amulet to her in a strange ritual involving a pillow and a lackey. She offered us gold in exchange for this amulet and I had no problem accepting the generous payment. She also complained of the continued rioting, to which I knew I would be able to put an end to. If a show of force would not work, surely staining the city with the blood of the rioters would. So I offered my services and she eagerly accepted. And a large claymore wielding warrior offered to guide us to the problem areas. This was most ideal, not only did she seem an able bodied warrior which appealed to me. The golden elf also showed some interest in her and watching the rejection was amusing for some reason.

The Sable Captain
Gather 'round the fire and enjoy a thrilling tale of love and adventure.

Not so long ago, a powerful woman lead The Sable Company. Upon a golden griffin named Garibaldi she flew. With her flowing hair billowing behind her as she lead The Sable company against scum of Quenos. One day as she made her rounds, she happened upon a wonderful Bard with a ridiculous name, and she could tell that he could truly shape the world with his music and fell very much in love with the Bard. She paused to listen to the rest of his performance on the street and cheered with the rest of the crowd. The Captain couldn’t help but notice how torn and used the Bard’s clothes were, and how worn his instrument was. She thought to her self that she could save him from the gutters, rescue him from the prison of the streets and raise him high. So one of the Sable Company was tasked to follow him to find where the Bard lay his head, to call upon him later that day.

As The Sable Captain approached the Bard’s humble quarters she felt very nervous, she sensed something wasn’t quite right, but passed it off as butterflies of the heart. However, The Captain’s young lieutenant had followed her unknowingly.

The Bard and the Captain were talking deep into the night, and very fond of each other, both lamenting their lot in life and wish they could go away together, as Garibaldi the griffon as being stroked along his neck by the Bard. The lieutenant listening under the window was feeling quite protective of his Captain, but secretly wished her to be gone, so he could take command.

Suddenly goblin assassins burst into the room from both doors and the Bard, the Captain, and the lieutenant launched themselves the their feet and drew their weapons for battle. As much as the lieutenant wanted command, he could not stand idle, so he knocked an arrow and took aim at an assassin wielding a short sword.

As the Captain’s sword flashed from her scabbard, she lopped the head off of one of her attackers, and the Bard skewered a goblin threw the eye with his rapier. Garibaldi slashed his talons as he pounced upon the goblin that the young lieutenant had just took aim.

Even over the noise of combat, the Bard could hear the “Twang” and the “Hiss” as the lieutenant’s arrow found its home in Garibaldi’s heart.

Stricken with grief The Captain rushed to her dying friend and steed. In the midst of confusion and sorrow, a goblin throwing knife slid into the soft hollow of her throat. The lieutenant jumped into the room only to be immediately thrown back into the wall, getting knocked out cold. The Bard emitted such a note, laced with the most powerful magic and emotion. it knocked everyone out cold with thunder. When the lieutenant awoke he saw the Bard crying over his love, The Captain. The lieutenant’s older sister. He then swore he would have his vengeance upon the Bard, because it was all his fault. An arrow chased after the Bard as he leaped out of the window, missing its mark. The Bard however, had just suffered the greatest wound he could ever be dealt.

So as I left the fishery and The Sable company flew overhead, I knew I could not meet The new Captain, brother of my late love, or I would surely meet my doom to the might of the Company. I made my excuses and sought refuge in the only safe place left, the Palace, where I am well known. The queen welcomed me and begged his assistance to save help the city, which I accepted on the condition that she reunite me with my companions and square my feud with The Captain.

Unravelling Mysteries.
A new companion.

The sound of magical explosion echoed through the night, Gnarcunt flees in terror, and the city is under siege by goblins while the people who call this city simultaneously revolt. Looting, pillaging, aggressive mobs, and even makeshift gladiator battles! Oh, what en evening we had.

Speaking to those gladiator battles, the elf and I met a most impressive magical construct. A fully sentient being who calls himself Talos; what a sight he is to witness! Talos immediately proved himself to be worthy of our company as he wields his sizable axe with great purpose: that of brutal dismemberment. The next day, through some inquiries at the institution of learning, Talos has managed to extract some memories of his past. Perhaps his destiny will tie into mine? Only time will tell.

As for Zallara, we returned to her abode with the intentions of deciphering her mysterious ways further complected by her unfortunate and untimely demise. Upon our return, she appeared to us as a spiritual being and revealed her true purpose. As deception is never pleasing, Geadren was brought to justice for the pain he caused to all of us. This truth, combined with her kind and haunted words, made for a most interesting experience that will resonate within my spirit for many moons. As a party, we agreed to give the girl a proper burial out of respect. In return for our kindness, we were granted the privilege of staying in the deceased’s home with terms for occasional spiritual guidance as we need it. I predict this will be most useful. Although, I hope the girl does not suffer being bound to the mortal planes. If it is just, we will find a means to break the bond and put her to peace for all days to come.

The new day has brought another challenge offered to us by none other than the queen of the city herself. We are to end the revolt. If a diplomatic approach is not successful, I fear that this may bring about much unnecessary death. Luckily, the half-elves I call my companions are quite charismatic folk. If the commoners do turn to violence, my new armor will turn away the blows as Talos does what he does best.

All I can I wish for is to see the direction of where I must be revealed to me in clearer light. I am sure this will come to be as the days pass.

- Dseff


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