Sometimes, I hate being right.
Sure enough, as the night passed in its journey until the sun would return in the sky, and as my meditative rest was nearing an end, we were besieged by an assault. Shu was taken out by an arrow, but we were able to rescue him and keep him well later.
A man with a large hammer came forward and was striking the manacles, finally freeing our prisoner. There was some hesitation and as I stood and woke my comrades, Shellcorman came and ran the man through with his longsword, killing him and eliminating the chance for interrogation. Our prisoner acted as though he was happy and fine with the man's death. We asked him for directions to the house, but as always, he pleaded mostly ignorance.
Our timeline grows short. This rain is likely to slow us down on our journey and we must head forth. We only have supplies long enough to reach New Creek tomorrow.
~ Arnox
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Journey to Clearport
For the past seven years, I have studied at the Arc. A master of the sword, I have always been told my knowledge of the arcane has been lacking. To my villages' wishes, I have been studying, but often, the Arc seems to interrupt these studies with such mundane tasks as taking supplies to another nearby town.
Horton and I were both assigned the caravan duty (if one wagon can be called a caravan!) since we are both Agents of the Arc. Our other friends--Shu, Ais, and Shellcarman--were placed with us as guards. Bart looked over the supplies and Khale was our guide, on his own horse.
In normal Arc fashion, we were told little to nothing and told to be on our way. I am surprised we were even told where we were going. But I guess they deemed that important enough.
On the road out on the first day, we encountered a man in the woods that demanded 200 gp for taxes in passing through. He attacked us with no less than 6 myrrhcats! I attempted to find him in the woods with my dancing lights, but he was hiding behind a tree and could not be seen from the cart. Horton managed to subdue him, with the wrong end of a crossbow, while Shell managed to calm one of the cats enough to befriend it, which, befriend is a weak word.
Ais was a slashing maniac and managed to kill several of the cats by himself. His dual swords went to expert work. I must have a chance to spar with him.
One cat did attack Bart and I managed to cast Melf's Acid Arrow into the creature. I had been working on the spell and was thrilled to see it successfully cast, despite my teacher's assertions that I was not experienced enough to try it yet!
We could not find out much from the prisoner. I even forget his name, since he seemed to barely remember that, though he acted that the one that he had come from was a cruel taskmaster he was glad to be free from. We tied him to the wagon wheel and Shu manacled him.
Well, we are camped for tonight, finally. We are taking watches to be careful of ambushes, since our newfound friend is bound to have more friends.
~ Arnox
Horton and I were both assigned the caravan duty (if one wagon can be called a caravan!) since we are both Agents of the Arc. Our other friends--Shu, Ais, and Shellcarman--were placed with us as guards. Bart looked over the supplies and Khale was our guide, on his own horse.
In normal Arc fashion, we were told little to nothing and told to be on our way. I am surprised we were even told where we were going. But I guess they deemed that important enough.
On the road out on the first day, we encountered a man in the woods that demanded 200 gp for taxes in passing through. He attacked us with no less than 6 myrrhcats! I attempted to find him in the woods with my dancing lights, but he was hiding behind a tree and could not be seen from the cart. Horton managed to subdue him, with the wrong end of a crossbow, while Shell managed to calm one of the cats enough to befriend it, which, befriend is a weak word.
Ais was a slashing maniac and managed to kill several of the cats by himself. His dual swords went to expert work. I must have a chance to spar with him.
One cat did attack Bart and I managed to cast Melf's Acid Arrow into the creature. I had been working on the spell and was thrilled to see it successfully cast, despite my teacher's assertions that I was not experienced enough to try it yet!
We could not find out much from the prisoner. I even forget his name, since he seemed to barely remember that, though he acted that the one that he had come from was a cruel taskmaster he was glad to be free from. We tied him to the wagon wheel and Shu manacled him.
Well, we are camped for tonight, finally. We are taking watches to be careful of ambushes, since our newfound friend is bound to have more friends.
~ Arnox
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