Adventurers Log - 3rd March 2015

Adventurers Log 3rd March 2015 - written by Forrest


The shovel dug through the ground at the base of the gnarled tree at great speed, propelled by the barbarian Halguard's gigantic muscles. Aramil toiled in the dirt beside him, shoveling dirt out with his bare hands. They were focused on the task, neither wanted to be here when the Guiac's came back.

Vulcarne stood to the side, seemingly at ease, but with his elvish senses focused on the edges of the clearing in case of danger. He kept watch on more than just the forest though, but also on Tarn who had seemingly disengaged from the scene temporarily. He did that now and again, either gazing deeply into his latest acquisition, a book that seemingly defied normal sight with a shadowed effect, or by gazing deeply into the sky, muttering to himself.

A muffled "Clink" sounded as the shovel unearthed a buried object.

Halguard threw the shovel to the side as he and Aramil reached in to grab the object that the shovel had disturbed. They placed it on the ground, Vulcarne stepping closer to get a better look. Quickly they unraveled the object, a cloak, encompassing a dirt caked stick of about a foot in length, an unfortunate water sodden book, a tarnished silver ring and a gritty dagger.

Halguard reached in and grabbed the dagger, he brushed it off quickly on his bear skin rug exposing the bright shine of the underlying worked metal. "This is durenese steel, of the best workmanship!"

Aramil focused on the cloak, brushing the dirt off to expose a light green shaded cloak with a insignia consisting of a tree inlaid with a bow and arrow "It's a border ranger cloak, a cloak from my people! These cloaks are never gifted lightly, they must be earnt by years of service. This is no guiac trove, they must have taken the map off the bodies of my comrades! I am glad we were here to make use of this rather then the evil scum. The contents must be important for us to bury the trove, perhaps magical. As Tarn is focused elsewhere, let me see if I can detect such!"

Aramil's eyes unfocused as he communed quietly with his god, within a couple of seconds his eyes flared green for a moment, then they darted around the equipment. Within seconds the green glow in his eyes faded and he let out a sigh.

"There is magic here my friends. The cloak to begin with, the carved stick as well, as is the book. The ring and dagger appears of good quality. We may be able to see more of the stick and the book one we clean it"

The Story So Far...

In the northern land of Sommerlund, it has for centuries been customary for parents to send their most gifted children to the monastry of Kai on their 10th birthday. There they are taught the skills, martial, mental and faith of there noble ancestors. One day when you finally master the disciplines of the Kai, you will return to your homes equipped in mind,body and faith to defend yourself and your kin against the constant threat of war from the Darklords of the west.
In olden times, during the Age of the Black Moon, the Darklords waged war on Sommerlund. The conflict was a long and bitter trial of strength that ended in victory for the Sommlending at the great battle of Maakengorge.
King Ulnar I (himself a gifted Kai Master), aided by allies of Durenor, broke the Darklord armies at pass of Moytura and forced them back into the bottomless abyss of Maakengorge. Vashna, mightiest of the Darklords was slain upon Ulnars sword, called 'Sommerswerd' - the Sword of the Sun. Since that age, the Darklords have vowed vengeance upon Sommerlund and the House of Ulnar.

Today is the eve of the feast day of Fermarn - the first day of Spring. It is an old tradition of the Kai to gather at their monastery in the foothills of the Durncrag mountains on Fehmarn, in order to reaffirm their fealty to the God Kai (lesser gods exists) and to the Sommlending House of Ulnar. Many Kai Journeyman and envoys have travelled far to return in time for tomorrow's celebrations which mark the beginning of a new year in Sommerlund.

You are a Kai cadet approx 18 years of age. This is eighth year you have taken part in the Fehmarn ceremony. The past few days have been an exciting time for you and your brother cadets. The journeymen have recounting their tales of battles won and quests fulfilled in distant lands, and everyone is filled with a sense of joy and hopeful anticipation that the New Year will bring continued peace and prosperity to your beloved homeland.