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PostPosted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 6:56 pm 
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 10:17 pm 
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28th of Evening Star (December), 1224 After Breaking

Dearest Uncle,

I hope this letter finds you well. I write to you now facing a brief cessation of my workday. I know you have always encouraged me to work hard and you have expressed hope that I would advance through the ranks and be assigned a position of great influence among the Council as you have, but I am at my wits end, and, perhaps if I am honest to myself, I must ask “what is the point?” I could toil for years and never would I see the safety of our homeland seen.

Better, then, to drink and nap…

I hope this does not change your mind about my character and you still look forward to our eventual reunion. Maybe it would be best to explain to you all I have seen as of late, and allow your mind to see the answers I have failed to grasp.

The party I have found myself among arrived in Makandah, the capital of South Osatia, a few weeks ago. The city itself is a marvel; sprawling for miles in every direction and teeming with life that hides behind the safety of their great walls. I do not write this lightly, but the people do seem strangely comforted by their walls as during the entire time I and the party spent in the city you could hardly find evidence of any turmoil or worry about the impending threat from the North. The Nobles held their parties, one of which we all attended, the merchants sold their wears, several of whom soon learned to not besmirch the name and merchandise of Firebrand or face the consequences, the common person went about their lives and the poor struggled – all the same you would see in any other city.

But this wasn’t like any other city. This is the capitol of a nation at siege. On our travels we had found evidence of the North’s warring; merchants arrived to travel the roads, mercenary companies in the North’s employ heading off to do the only things they know to poor villages, and other signs of trouble brewing. However in the city it was as if there was no concern. When we reached the city the nearest band of Northern brigands was only a week by road to the north, yet the city remain unconcerned.

At first I believed this to be a sign of the South’s strength; that they had no reason to fear because their vast and powerful armies were on the march and all would be settled soon. Alas, I have to come the truth of the matter and must sadly inform you that putting so much faith our diplomats to bring the South into a military alliance with Thay isn’t worth the trouble. This nation has vast reserves of resources and a diverse selection of races to aid them in a struggle, but lack the necessary will to pull the land together effectively. The roads are not patrolled and defended, there is no standing army or militia – only a small policing force to handle crime, each town we visited is effectively poor while the capitol overflows with wealth. The only point of light in the land of intense darkness is its library.

But do not take this as an endorsement. While a large selection of the books and collected works held here are viewable to the public, they have a vast hidden library full of collections deemed “dangerous” that are hidden away. Our party had to earn the right to see this collection by effectively saving the entire city. One of the cults in this town had broken the taboo and opened a rift to another plane, allowing a race of howlers into our world. While normally this would be handled easily enough, these cats had the additional problem of self-reproduction, allowing 1 to become 2 with a single bite to a living being.

I must admit, the cats were less of a threat to us than the Otyugh that lived in the sewers. Life-Leech breed. And I can’t stress this enough, the city put them in the sewer on purpose. They claimed it was too keep the city clean, which seemed to work, but they failed to realize that eventually the Otyugh infestation would grow out of control. We had to fight many of those things, which unfortunately killed me and a friend.

Yes, you read that correctly, I was killed. When Ottian fell, I tried to save him. But in the process I was felled. My comrades convinced the Baron to resurrect me, and I am now well, but there were some…complications from the experience. Chief among them being that Boccob failed to protect me despite the years of devotion I have placed in him. I suspect you and I shall have words on the matter when next we see each other, but for now know that I am well.

The agony of death however allowed us to see the forbidden materials. Before I relate what I found there, I will also make it clear now that the Baron we were in service to rewarded us all well. Most of us were awarded estates and businesses to pay for their care, of which I have declared my estate to be an official Thay Embassy. I have no desire to return to this city, impressive as it is, but in the chance that I or others from our lands do we will have a well-cared for place to stay. The person I have placed in charge of the place is trusted.

The others all got estates as well, with the exception of the she-Orc, Olga, who turned it down in exchange for a large ship. That is where I am writing to you from now and I hope it explains the bad handwriting.

Anyway, as for what I found in the library. It was the oddest thing. Among these books that spoke of spells to summon rocks from the sky and turn water into lava, I found books about this supposed artifact as well as the First Emperor. First, the Emperor had to have been at least

[the next paragraph is unintelligible and appears to have been damaged by water or tea]

Well, that explains all the facts I have learned in the city. Our Party has changed much since we came here, with the Halfling and the Automotron staying behind while we picked up a Sorcerer-Paladin and a strange elven wizard as companions for the next leg of the journey. We are now on Olga’s ship, the “Honey Badger” and heading towards where we believe the first piece of the artifact could be found. I truly hope this isn’t all for not, but regardless of the capture of the completed artifact I would strongly encourage the Council to see alliances elsewhere. South Osatia would be more of a liability than an ally. If I can find the artifact we may be able to stand alone, but until then we need allies who are strong on more than just paper.

Since leaving the city by sea, within a few days our ship has been attacked by pirates, seen several Southern forts attacked and sacked, and found a fleet badly mangled just outside their most valuable and important “Straits of Louis Uf’ooked.” We were forced to aid in their own rescue.

I will send this letter to you as soon as I can. Until we next meet, with all my thoughts and prayers for our family and country,

Lord Anabus Firebrand III

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Anabus stood up suddenly, his hand stanching the paper from his desk as the cup of steaming tea slowly spread its contents across the rough wooden desk. He glanced over at Kyur’gan; the beast was built like a mountain and despite all of Anabus’s attempts to make it less so he was still just as smart as one. Kyur’gan just stood there, a tray held between his ham-fists with a kettle and cups arrayed around, while a dumb smile slowly spread across his face and his eyes closed in amusment.

The Wizard from Thay wanted to roar, wanted to scream at the beast for his incompetence, but alas he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead all Anabus could do was think about the journey they had been on together. How so much had changed over the last few months. He thought back to the sewer, their most recent adventure, and recalled how he had gave Kyur’gan the simple order of killing anything that came out of that portal while he searched for a way to shut it down, and actually trusted the man to do it. He had never meet a Winterborn he could trust before…

Sighing in exasperation, Anabus found himself starting to laugh while the two of them cleaned up the mess and tried to salvage the paper and tea.

 Post subject: Re: D&D game
PostPosted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 5:50 pm 

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*Olga's summary/diary entries of the 'Red Aloe Point' series of misadventures are complete, and written cleverly into her diary...unfortunately, her handwriting is so horrific, it will take a Linguistics check of at least 35 to decipher it!*

((gotta get off my lazy butt and TYPE her stuff into the computer...I so need a magical notebook paper pad, that I just say the command word and it teleports into a word file for me...))

 Post subject: Catching Up entries, Olga style (part 1)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 1:53 am 

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((found scribbled in the back of Kyur'gans Elf Boobie book, written in an incredibly shaky, sloppy style, combining words in Common, Orcish and even a few symbols that Gnoll's use to show ownership))

**if a magical form of translation were to be used, one would find that this is, in fact, a few pages from Olga's diary!**
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{some bizarred numbering system, which makes sense only to Orcs} 1?

Dear diary, today we'z came across a fleet of semi-organized ships, all sailing the various flags of South Osatia and her allies, dat were blockading our passage outta the waters of South Osatia to the Great Endrina Ocean. Luckily, the captain of our noble ship, which I haz renamed to the "Honey Badger" in honor of all the heroic badgers who have fallen in service to my cute little' adopted clan sister Hingi, is a smartz fella, and he recognizeded that these ships were friendliez. We shared da information that we had gained during our trip from Makandah city, along wit' the sightings of baddie flagged piratical shipz and razed cities. The blockading shipz were gratefulz for our informationz, and dey let us sail thru safely, cautioning us about not sailing to the southerly side of day river, and dey also gave us some flags to use to identify ourselves as friendly to South Osatian forces. (Course, Olga not gonna take down our proud flag of our mascot, Diggles! No way, de Honey Badger is a proud ship!)
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{more bizarre numbers} 2?

Mental note, diary. Kyur'gan still not foundeded his sea legs yet. Will try to distract him with some fresh caught, Orc style sushi made from deze huge catfish we catching in de river!

{more odd numbers) 2.5?
...okay, dat the most vomit Olga has ever seen come out of one humanoid. Kyur'gan not allowed to eat anymore of Olga's fine cooking, if he gonna just throw up all over her!
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{more insane numbers} 3?

Whew ! It wuz a buzy day! Olga feel like, totally heroical and stuff! We cameded across the aftermath of a ship to ship battle, and dere wuz a South Osatian flagged vessel slowly sinking beneath da waves: de crew were in danger of both drownering, and being eatenz by a HUGE herd?....pack?...swarm? Yeah, swarm word sound good, a swarm of sharkz! Olga's companions sprangeded to action, using a combination of magical spells and fine ranged combat skillz to save almost all of dem endangered sailorz! Dere surviving first mate wuz so gratefulz, he gave us his sunken ships flag as a momento!
..oh yez, and gotta remember, dat new guy, Belros, he owe Olga a new longboat...or a footrub...nah, stick with he owe her a longboat, Olga still want to relish her first human given footrub, for when she finally Anabus into givingz her one... :)
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{man, these numbers still make no sense!} 4?

Dear diary, todayz we shud arrive at de mysterious Aloe Point, da place dat a bunch of de clues dat Anabus and Ai'wendil decipherededed said we'd find something dat stoopid cult of da Black Dragon we fought againzt in Makandah wanted. Gotta figure, if dem stoopidz cultists wanted it, den we might be able to use it to help us in our efforts to murder off all dem slavers in Seryon! meanz....stop...dat mad king of North Osatia...yeah.
...Nextz stop, Red Aloe Point!

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{more of those ridiculous Orcish numbering system entries} 5?

Dear diary, today we arriveded at Red Aloe Point, and journeyed inland, following the river dat cuts across the peninsula, towards where we think whatever it was dem stoopid cultists wanted, should be located. diz place is so pretty! Olga could almost imagine living around here, someday.
{a few more odd numbers} 5.5?

Ooh diary! we rested for the night, after a VERY long day of overland searching. Initially, Olga wuz quite angry, because during the night, when she was busy offering Anabus a nice back massage, Kyur'gan interupted her attempts to put da moves on dat cute man, but when Olga found out why Kyur'gan woke everyone up, she wasn't mad no morez! ORCS, good, full blooded,'d...handsome...ORCS! Two of dem, and they were willing to share information about the area with us. It's just like you always said mama, pure blooded orc men are the best, nicest folks there is! Olga may have tried to flirt wit' dem, but she not want to make Anabus jelous, because you never know when he might fling a fireball in his jelousness! ... well...maybe he wouldn't have been jelous...Olga still have hard time reading dat man.
...side note, diary. Kyur'gan did gud job on watch tonights. Now, Olga not interested in his big, silly, stoopid, muscular...okay, Olga a LITTLE interested, but Olga not one of dem human, or elfie girl floozies! She Anabus's lady...even if he not know itz!
...of course, if something horrible happen to Anabus again, and he not come back from da deadz like last time, then maybe Olga give Kyur'gan a chance...but not tillz Anabus deaded again!
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{Orcish numbering system continues, but much more sloppily written, shakily?} 6?

Dragon, mama. A real dragon. In da flesh. Or, in the scales? It was so BIG! And...scary. Olga not been scared like dat in foreverz, not since she was a little girl, and her former owner decided she was old enough to do more than just hunt, and clean...Olga was shaking in her boots! The giant flying monster showed up, just after we encountered a herd of Bison, being herded by some Worg riding goblins. We used out master of magical powerz and brilliant fighting abilities to hold our own against the superior numbers of gobbers and dere worgs, and then the dragon appeared out of the sky, like a living embodiment of a nightmare come to life! Olga was amazed that the beast didn't destroy us all right then and there, but it seemed it was more interested in some of the bison we had slain, than in us! After it feasted on a few of the bison, the dragon departed, and we slipped away to make camp in the swampy, wooded area a bit further inland. Olga feeling so shaken, she doesn't even want to try to take advantage of Anabus while he slept! She just...cuddled up next to her wolf sister, Lyi'anna, for comfort.
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{man, this numbering system never gets better!} 7?

Well diary, I'm writing this journal entry once again, from inside of one of Anabus' magical igloo's...that is sitting in leech infested water, underneath the ruins of a keep we found deep in the jungles of Red Aloe Point. Yes, I wrote LEECH INFESTED WATERS. At first, I thought the tribe of trolls that we discovered in the ruins were the worst thing possible, especially with a few of them showing strange abnormalities, like...two or more heads! The rotten stench of that troll flesh, as it was torn asunder by our parties combat prowess, or the might of our magic, was almost enough to make me gag. But then...then we began exploring the ruins of this keep, looking for any clues that might indicate this was the location those cultists had been writing about. But then, we discovered that the waters in the caves below this keep, were filled with leeches. Leeches the size of your fist! Olga must admit, she was a bit panicked when her companions discovered the leeches in the water...and she may have...overreacted with the whole 'Levitating herself out of the water' and then refusing to come back down from the ceiling, but....LEECHES! It was all I could do to not flee completely...just the thought of again having my body covered by those parasitic blood sucking horrors, like when I was first fleeing from the masters friends after my escape from the 'ranch' and had to hide out in the stagnant waters near to bogs...I...I just can't take that kind of experience again! It was almost a relief, when we discovered the lair of a very large...well...abomination?...that appeared to be a mutation of some sort of draconic beast...but with as many heads, as an octopus has tentacles! Luckily, my companions were able to quickly react and find the beasts weaknesses, and even though it displayed some very strange abilities...we quickly were able to slay it. Afterwards, Anabus, Ai'wendil and Belros were able to explain to me that the creature was a Hydra. And it seemed that the trolls we had slain earlier, had actually been eating the flesh of either the Hydra we slew, or perhaps others of its brood? Either way, after disposing of the monstrosity, and keeping a wary eye for more swarms of those....horrible...leeches...we gathered a respectable amount of treasure scattered around in the well as discovering the remains of another dragon! Its bones were long stripped of flesh, and the amount of decomposition of the bones indicated it had been dead for years, but still I was filled with dread, just knowing that these caves had once served as a home to such a powerful creature.
- - well, must rest now. The days efforts were exhausting, and I once again find myself having difficulty sleeping...just knowing that outside of this magical igloo, even more of those horrid leeches are just WAITING to latch onto our skin and drain our blood. Ick. Perhaps if I cuddle with someone tonight, I'll distract my mind from thinking about it too much? Of course, you know I want to pick Anabus...but he's cranky from wandering around in the mucky water all afternoon...sigh...I guess...I'll just share a bedroll with Sonlar, the holy warrior do gooder. He doesn't hog the blankets.
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 Post subject: (final diary entry about the Red Aloe Point / dragon battles
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{man, this numbering system never gets better!}
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{even more bizarred numbering!} 8?

We slew a dragon.

Yes diary, you read that correctly. We slew a dragon. A Great Wyrm. A beast of legend and dread.

I'm still not sure if we were very lucky, or if the legends greatly exaggerate the powers of a dragon, or if it was a mixture of both. But somehow, we turned almost a ton of angry flying, acid breathing, darkness summoning dragon, into a pile of meat to be butchered.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself, by just writing that down. I'm leaving out the fact that, the evening before batting the great wyrm, as we were settling in to attempt to rest in one of Anabus' magically summoned cabins, Belros and I had snuck upstairs to gather some of the treasure we'd discovered in the ruins previously...and we spotted the dragon lurking about. We had returned to our allies, and advised them, and then we all fell into a nervous rest, attempting to regather our magical and physical energies for the likely battle to come. When the next day arrived, we split ourselves into what we believed was a clever tactical force, with a few of us coming at where we believed the dragon would be waiting from several directions at once.

...the dragon was waiting for us, perched atop one of the ruined towers, making our flanking attempts a wasted effort.

Luckily, this dragon, much like how they speak of them in the legends of old, seemed to enjoy speaking. Was it to attempt to cow us with its strength? Was it because it arrogantly didn't fear anything as small as we were? Actually, afterwards, when Anabus explained to us what the dragon had actually said (it spoke in its own Draconic tongue, a language I have no ear for), it turned out that, seeing as we had defeated both the trolls and the hydra that resided in the ruins, the dragon actually was wary of how powerful we actually were. And it turns out that this dragon was just as greedy as a Makandah merchant trying to pry a copper piece out of a corpse's grasp. And perhaps, against a weaker willed, or less witty opponent, it would have easily cowed us into doing its will. But against Anabus...mmm...Anabus...he of clever tongue and handsome visage...the drake had no chance. So soon, after finding it was being beaten in the battle of words, it chose to engage us in battle, vomiting a wave of acid across many of the party!

This was when the cunning of my companions paid off. Working from the knowledge gained by years of reading the written word, my allies had previously estimated that a dragon with black scales would likely have a breath weapon of acid, Ai'wendil had cast protective magic on us all, that would prevent most of the might of the wyrm's breath from harming us. Seeing that its primary attack had caused almost no damage to my friends...only managing to destroy some of its own treasure...the drake, enraged that its attack was so easily shrugged off, moved from its perch atop the tower towards a different part of the ruins...and was struck by a cleverly fired Ray of Dizziness cast by Belros! Finding itself severely slowed by this initial magical attack, it was soon fleeing from our might, as it first managed to narrowly avoid damage from Lighting called down by Ai'wendil, then dodging the embarrassing grappling by my specialized Penetrating Hentai Tentacles...but as it somewhat clumsily flew away much slower than it thought it would, it was quickly struck by first Anabus' with a Fireball, than by Belros with a Lightning bolt, then by my own tweaked Iceblast! Just as it started to seem we'd take this mighty beast suddenly summoned up a HUGE area of utter darkness!

...several moments then passed, as our party attempted to flush the beast out of the artificial darkness with several spells, and then even a few ruthless mocking insults, all of which failed to entice the wyrm to return to the fray...although it did summon forth another area of magical darkness to continue to hide from our asault. It was then that Kyur'gan, showing some true ruthless cunning, decided to dash down into the ruins and drag the draconic skeletal remains, which we had determined to be the living drakes mother, out into the daylight, to attempt to draw the beast back into battle by threatening to defile his mother's bones! I was...quite impressed by this clever plan thought up by the usually 'dim witted' Kyur'gan...perhaps his simple mindedness is a rather sly disguise...and I rushed down into the caverns below the ruins to assist him in carrying the skeleton outside.

...of course, as life often does, when you look away for a moment, you miss the most exciting things...for when Kyur'gan and I were down below, we missed the dragon returning, our allies battling it with both spell and in Lyi'anna's case, claws and fang, and they'd manage to slay the beast! Kyur'gan and I both shared a rather embarrassed grin, then rushed to make sure our allies weren't too badly hurt, and to praise their prowess! If my allies are mighty enough to slay a dragon, who knows what we can accomplish!
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{more entries, still using the odd numbering style} 8.1?

An update on our dragon slaying exploits: it takes a LOT of work to butcher a dragons corpse! Hacking thru the scales, making sure to not rupture the acid glands...carefully preserving the tendons for later useage...WHEW! Olga hasn't worked up this much of an honest sweat, since that time she entered that demi-humans only jello wrestling competition back when she was still just traveling with Marcus! While I butchered up the drakes carcass over the course of several days, my companions searched the surrounding area for the slain beasts laire, and after locating it, carefully searched it and gathered up its hoarde, to add to the treasures we'd found in the ruins and caverns. To say we were ankle deep in riches, is an understatement! Surely with this much more wealth in our hands, we should be able to purchase information along our journey to make our quest much more likely to succeed!

...and diary, I know I keep telling myself that I'm here because I am honor bound to finish the task my dear half-brother Mittenz started, but I continue to find myself caring more and more about these companions of mine. I would almost say I consider them my own 'walking tribe'...well, at least Lyi'anna, Anabus, Sonlar and Kyur'gan...I'm still not sure about this Belros fellow, who seems too busy trying to look pretty...and that Ai' know what they say about druids...never trust someone who'd rather hug a tree, than a willing orc lady...

Soon, we shall depart these ruins, and return to the 'Honey Badger.' I hold out strong hopes that while we explored and battled ashore, our crew came to no harm. It's a strange situation, to feel...responsible...for the safety of an entire ship and its crew. Damn that nobleman's gift! Certainly, it has eased the difficulties of our party's travels, but Olga never wanted these kinds of responsibilities!
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(this ends the LONG WINDED diary entries of Olga's, summing up the Red Aloe Point sessions! Next up, the summaries of our latest encounters against the Wvyern's and the submarine style reaver pirate guys!)

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Written by the hand of Belros Hawkwind, last of the Hawkwind line …

By Kord’s sword, what an eventful trip so far! Each day brings with it more adventure, more challenges to our might and to our morals.

After our glorious battle and victory against a magnificent specimen of draco ater, we loaded our hard-won rewards onto the ship and sailed north and east, around the tip of the peninsula. Soon, once again our adventuring band was called on to prove its mettle against a group of ship-borne cultists and wyvern-riders! We won the clash handily, notwithstanding some interference by the Seryonite (Seryoni? Seryonan? I can never remember ...) navy. Unfortunately, our ship was badly damaged during the battle. After some discussion, we decided to make port somewhat further south than originally planned, so as to avoid the worst of the slaver lot that run rampant across the lands of Seryon.

After landing in some backwater town of ill repute whose name escapes me, the repair of Olga’s ship (named the Honey Badger, for some reason as yet to be explained) was negotiated with the local half-orc harbormaster and half-ogre shipwright. Anubus and Ai’wendil wished for everyone to be better versed in the bizarre customs of this land, so they proceeded to the library for some research on the matter. Returning several hours later, they discussed their findings with us, arming us with a better understanding of how things are done here.

The repairs to the ship are scheduled to take nearly three weeks, so after taking care of some financial matters with the advice of the harbormaster, we arranged for rooms at the “nicer” inn in town for the duration. Once settled in, we then headed to the market to see if we could find anything interesting or useful. The market was rather uneventful, although I did manage to purchase one or two useful items. I am glad that I did not spend all my funds, however, as I would have need of them later in the evening ...

After such a challenging journey, our group (sans Anubus, who preferred to remain in the relative luxury of the inn) had built up a powerful thirst, and was only too happy to make their way down to the dockside and one of the drinking establishments there. As we rounded the corner to the Blue Oyster, however, we encountered a circle of bar patrons ringing and wagering on two drunken, knife-wielding men. The fight ended almost as soon as we arrived, with one man left bleeding in the street. Sonlar, bless his heart, lay hands upon the bleeding man. Instead of thanking Sonlar, the man got to his feet and started stammering some mess about a “life debt”. It seems that Sonlar, in his innocent goodness, may have acquired a follower … whether he wants one or not!

Once in the Blue Oyster, we commenced drinking in earnest. Olga, to my pleasant surprise, declared that it was time for a drinking competition! I can’t say that I’d ever heard of the game “Drink Smash” before, but I will say that it was enjoyed by all - with the exception of the barmaid who was serving us. Lily (the barmaid) obviously did NOT want to be where she was. She was chained and bore the marks of beatings old and new. My eye stole to her time and time again as we drained tankard after tankard of the local swill.

By the end of the night, I knew that I couldn’t leave her in the situation that she was in. So, after the game wound down to a close and our group was headed back to our inn, I held back for a moment and asked the barkeep how deeply in debt Lily was. Eight hundred pieces of gold! How many times must have she tried to escape, only to have her freedom denied time and time again? A true free spirit, this Lily.

I arranged to have her debt paid, and lodging secured for her at our inn for a week’s time. I may not yet command enough of Kord's might to free all these people, but I must do what I can! Every strike against the chains of slavery, no matter how small, weakens them.

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