Towers of Deregonia

Cerinn's Letter

Dear Fitzgerald,
It has been quite awhile since we’ve last seen each other brother, I hope you are doing well. I am enjoying my time working here although at the moment I am doing traffic duty. There was an incident on the bridge here and we’ve had to reroute the traffic towards the ferry dock. People aren’t too happy bout it but everyone has been very cooperative and we’ve had no problems in our duties. Being with my current platoon I’ve actually fit in pretty well and I don’t feel quite so alienated as I was before I joined the order.

There is this guy named Gerald (a guardsman) whom I have been taking quite a liking to, but don’t tell Ma about this or she’ll start asking me when I’ll be bringing him home with me as a fiance. I met him on the first day when I went to the riding field to work with Felicity; she is doing fine so you know. Gerald has an amazing chestnut stallion that even you would be envious of despite your general dislike for horses, his family breeds horses that even our prince rides. His name is Remus and he and Felicity got on famously, galloping around chasing one another. But I digress, Gerald and I got to talking as Remus and Felicity romped and he is so easy to talk to and we spend time sparing and riding. Sorry, you probably are rolling your eyes at my maiden drivel. What man needs to read the prattling of his love struck sister?

Anyways Fritz, you tell Grandpa that I say “Hello” and that I wish him well. Have to admit that I am jealous a little that you get to work with Grandpa and Da in the capital but I have never been good at the politics and the whole being proper thing. Don’t let those slippery politicians get away with the crap they pull, fight the good fight brother.

Love,
Cerinn

P.S: Felicity too of course.

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Bram's Adventures: 05

Continued from Bram’s Adventures: 04.

Bram kept riding for most of the day. The arrows protruding from his flesh wouldn’t stop hurting. When the adrenaline stopped flowing, he found himself in agony. It ended up to be a very warm day. Perhaps stealing water would have been a better idea than the meat buns, which only seemed to dry his pallet. Eventually, Bram lost consciousness in the midday heat.

He woke up wet, the right side of his body submerged in a shallow stream, his left foot still in it’s hold of the saddle. The stolen horse had managed to find it way to water. The first thing Bram saw as he opened his eyes was the horse drinking at the stream. Amazingly, his face was still surfaced due to a sandbar in the stream.

Coming to his feet, Bram took a drink, himself. At that moment, a piercing pain reminded him that he had been shot. He took an eye around him and into the sky, but he couldn’t determine what direction he had come from in the slightest. He sat on a rock, tugging at the arrow in his leg, and the wound hurt even more. After a short rest, he struggled back on the mount, and continued down stream. The grassland grew even thicker. As more brush appeared around him, a treeline appeared on the horizon.

As he continued closer and closer to the trees, he could begin to make out movement and various sounds. When he became close enough to distinguish, he saw that loggers had set up a camp where the stream and a river intersect. Having nowhere else to go at the time, Bram found it in his best interest at the moment to ask for help from the axe men.

“Who goes there?” shouted a burly man wielding an axe.

“Just a traveler in need of assistance,” Bram replied, calmly.

“Assistance of what sort?”

“I’ve been shot! I’m in pain!” This time, his response wasn’t as calm.

The logger, now noticing arrows sticking out of Bram, called for medical assistance. They removed the arrows and bandaged him up, advising him to keep it easy for a few days. In exchange for his stolen horse, Bram was able to get a ride back to town after only a few days. He traveled on their boat with a shipment of harvested wood.

Continues on Bram’s Adventures: 06.

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Bram’s Adventures: 04

Continued from Bram’s Adventures: 03.

Bram awoke to the sound of a rooster crowing. The sun had barely begun to rise. He found himself in a bed of moderate quality, still clothed in the garbs Ulrich gifted him. He was lying in a position suggesting that he had collapsed on the bed. Sitting up, came to realize how much his head ached with pain. After a brief moment, he deduced that he must have made it to one of the rooms in the inn. The key he removed from the half-orc was still sandwiched between his hand and the bed. He found the stolen dagger on the bed, as well, but not the wallet or any of the coins from inside it.

Bram proceeded down the stairs to see the bartender, the only body in the inn, walk out the door, most likely to relieve himself. It appeared he never saw Bram descend the candle-lit stairs. In the man’s absence, Bram went behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor. He managed to keep the bottle bottle out of sight as he passed by the barkeep on his way out.

It was still mostly dark outside. The sun was just rising over the crack of the horizon. The town was mostly dark, still. Very few of the town’s windows had begun to light. The rooster’s crow was still sounding every few minutes. Bram sat himself on a bail of hay, and considered his options for the day. He knew that he needed food, and he had to get some supplies, and money. He realized that he basically had to start a new life. Because there was no chance he was going back to the Guard or to his family.

“Kind of old for a stable boy, aren’t you?” Bram looked up to see a well-dressed man leading a horse. Bram gathered himself, and saw he was sitting outside the stable. His garbs wouldn’t suggest that he wasn’t working here.

“Yeah, well,” Bram replied, “Nothin’s better than work you love.”

“What ever ya say.” The man handed Bram the reins to his horse, and proceeded to the inn. Bram then noticed a rope on the horse’s saddle. He brought the horse into the stable, and gave it some food. Then immediately went to market. The shops were still closed and empty. Bram began string the rope underneath several of the empty stands, including the one with the meat buns. He then covered the majority of the rope with loose dirt from the market’s floor.

After most of the stands had opened, Bram waited for his opportunity. Then, he spotted a wagon. With the other end of the rope tied to a stand in the market, he tied to other end to the back of the wagon. He then mounted his stolen horse and rode up to the horses leading the wagon. Kicking one of them in the rear, the horses and wagon began moving. Bram rode to horse towards the stands. As the wagon moved, a number of the market stands began moving and collapsing, being pulled by the wagon.

In all of the confusion, Bram rode by other stands, stealing a long sword and a satchel right off of an unexpected citizen. And right before he fled the scene, he brushed a number of the meat buns into the satchel. Right as he left that booth, the booth collapsed, being the rope was tied to its base. Bram sped off on the horse. In his retreat, he took an arrow to the lower back and another to the right leg. He kept riding, off the road and into the grasslands.

Continues on Bram’s Adventures: 05.

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Meldonna's Worldly Writing 9
Meldonna says Goodbye

::Letter to the adventuring party::
Hi,
Sorry to be leaving you guys, well again really since I died and all. I want to thank you for bringing my body to Silfura so that she could bring me back to life. It was very decent of you all to do so. Since resurrection costs so much in the mats department I am now in indentured servitude to Silfura—Which is AWESOME!! I get to work with a really dragon and a silver dragon at that, what an honor. Ah! Don’t think though that I wouldn’t want to continue working with you all cause I really enjoyed my time with you all. Sorry that for a while there I was kind of a jerk, a curse is no excuse for rude behavior. I wish you all the best and please be safe (or try to be).

Love,
Meldonna Redcliffe

P.S: Annie- DON’T USE THAT WAND! It does bad things sometimes, sell it to someone or something.
Brom- Thanks for being a good leader even though you were grumpy.
Flower- I think I will miss you most, you had such pretty hair and clothes. Don’t let Silfura know I told you this, but she has absolutely terrible dress sense and her hair is always a mess.
Sliver and Franklin- Take care and don’t get killed.

P.S.S: Did anyone find my dragon-horde pouch? I’d like that back please, I liked that yellow gem in particular.

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Annie race for survival

Annie‘s story starts at a time long ago when she was nine. She had just lost her dad and her mom went missing. Soon after these events, she had to flee from her safe haven in the outcast land. With her parents not there to protect the village, they soon thought it would be better to hand Annie over to the Fields of Justice. One day, one of Annie’s close friends run into her home and tell her that she needs to run now. With out questions, they both ran to the hideout that they enjoyed when they were younger. When they got there, the girl told Annie that the village was going to hand her over, and that she would no longer be safe here. With this news, Annie had no choice but to set out and find her mom on her own. To be continued…

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Bram’s Adventures: 03

Continued from Bram’s Adventures: 02.

With his stolen dinner, Bram proceeded into the first inn he could find. The moment he walked inside, he saw the bar and decided that he really needed a drink. With no money in pocket, he certainly wasn’t going to be able to purchase one. He quickly scanned the room for someone who had exceeded their alcohol limit. He wasn’t so lucky; it was still early, after all. But Bram really needed a drink after his long day. So, without any further delay, he proceeded to the counter.

He took a seat at the bar between a man in a cloak and a half-orc. The cloaked man was quiet. He was clearly there by himself, and the only words out of his mouth were to the barkeep and strictly business. The half-orc was clearly a warrior, stripped of his armor and weapons for the evening. The lack of coverings made clear exactly what was on his person: a dagger, a wallet, and a key that was tagged with a number, most likely to room in this inn, all of the items hanging from his belt.

The half-orc finished the last gulp of his drink, slammed the mug on the counter, and shouted at the bartender, “Another ale!” His eyes met Bram for just a second, then Bram averted his vision, and the half-orc growled. “Got something to say, punk‽”

Bram paused for a second, and quickly assembled an idea, then spoke, “Wha’ no, no. Not me. I didn’t say it.”

“Say what‽”

“Oh. I’m sure it’s nothing. Just gossip, probably.” The half-orc’s face tightened in anger. Bram lowered his voice and began to gesture towards the hooded patron beside him. “This guy was just telling me about you.”

The brute stood up and caught the cloaked man glance at him. “Yeah‽ What’d he say‽”

“Something about you not being able to hold your liquor.” The half-orc’s face relaxed just slightly. “And that you’re as dumb as you are ugly. You’re a social outcast trying to fit into a world that won’t ever accept you. You’ll die alone and unaccomplished because no woman would want to touch you…”

As Bram went on, the brute moved around him and loomed over the hooded patron. “Got somethin’ to say to me‽ Huh‽”

Without moving at all, the hooded man replied, “Si’ down.”

“No! I think ya need to tell me somethin’!”

The hooded man repeated himself, “Si’ down.” Without another word, the half-orc through a punch and the still sitting cloaked man. In one fluid movement, the man dodged the attack, locked the half-orc’s arm against the counter with one arm, and drew a small blade from under his cloak with the other. The half-orc attempted to fight free, but before he could do anything about it, he took a dagger through the sternum. Bram watched the half-orc fall dead. As he raised his eyes, he saw a fist. He hit the ground feeling a lightheaded pain one can only get from being hit in the head. As he lie there on the floor, he felt dizzy and unoriented. Blood was pooling around his face. Then he heard the words, “Next time, I’ll kill you.”

After a few minutes, Bram could managed to see to dead half-orc lying on the floor beside him, along with a number of concerned bar patrons. Bram sat up. He was still lightheaded. He grabbed the items hanging off of the half-orc’s belt and stood up, falling over on the counter. He made his way to his feet, people around him asking if was okay. “Do I look okay?” His words were distorted through his swollen face. He slowly stumbled to the stairs, falling over once more. Bracing himself against the railing, he he held his key out at one of the working girls. “Take me to my room.” That is when he blacked out.

Continues on Bram’s Adventures: 04.

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Shove it!

After gettin’ lost in tha woods for gods knows how long I was found by an elf, who actually helped me out. Go figure, never thought those pompous twits were capable.
Not about to wander on my own, I opted to stick with ‘im for a while. At least until I got out of these fuckin’ rock filled mounds of dirt.
We traveled ta a structure where we spent quite some time. No bother ta me, He kept tha creatures out, I fed us. Not long later We merged with a group of adventurers. Shit happened and soon we were questin’ ta take down some baddy. They can handle themselves pretty well, although their team synergy is laughable.
Then came the undead. Cheh, horrid things. I was glad ta see them be torn ta pieces by my fellow party members. Tha fight was over before it even began, and now we sit here lookin’ at this floatin’ chick encased in a giant Pyicrystal. A powerful one at that.

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Meldonna's Worldly Writing 8

I am so very sick of the living dead things that are all around us. They are every where and they are also very grabby. We had to make our way though a city of them and then ran into Tartemis’ brother, some sort of shape shifter. Oh and to make things even better we just found out that Jah-Mon is in control of this town (well presumably he is, can’t think why he isn’t the one in control) which means that the walking dead is his doing. If I thought I could actually kill him I would try it, but after I ask him if he added any spices to the cockatrice omelet.

Guess there isn’t much for me to say today aside from the fact that the burning feeling is still persisting in my mind. Got to have that looked into soon enough. Oh—Annie appeared to have used the wand but it didn’t seem to do anything interesting to her, too bad maybe next time.

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Bram's Adventures: 02

Continued from Bram’s Adventures: 01.

From behind the corner of a building, Bram watched Ulrich come to his feet from under his wagon. The man looked confused of his passenger’s absence. With an empty stomach, Bram headed to market. Eying the vast variety of food in the market, he realized his pocket was just as empty. One particular stand was selling meat buns that smelled very fresh and delicious. Behind the table, a large man with a thick mustache was counting his earnings. In a fluid movement between fingering his coins, he grabbed a meat bun and through it to a dog that sat at his feet.

More deserving of food than that proprietor’s obese pet, Bram swiped a treat off of the table for himself. Before he raised his would-be meal more than a few inches off the table, the owner shouted, “Hey you!” Bram raised his eyes to meet the man’s. “You gonna pay for that?”

“Do I have that option?” Bram replied.

Drawing a rapier from his waist, the man said, “Not here, ya don’t.”

Realizing he couldn’t win this fight, Bram placed the meat-filled biscuit back on the stand and backed away. He watched the man and his table for several minutes. The proprietor gave him a smug face that spoke with superiority and satisfaction. Then, Bram saw his chance. A young maiden came strolling by. She was fancying the items on the neighboring table. She was being ogled by a dim-witted looking man who stood a few feet behind her. Bram approached them. In a scooping motion, Bram grabbed the lady’s rear end, and when she turned around, the first thing she saw was a love-struck buffoon with a toothy grin staring at her.

Instantly, without second thought, she raised her hand and slapped her assumed assailant. There were gasps of surprise and shouts of anger as people turned their heads. In the diversion, Bram made his move and removed a bun from the merchant’s table. He paused for half of a second, then took two more. As he was about to make his escape, his eyes met those of the large man’s dog. Bram knocked a few more buns off of the table with his elbow, and they were quickly consumed by the gluttonous animal. Bram then left with haste to look for a place to stay for the night.

Continues on Bram’s Adventures: 03.

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Day in the life of annie
annie

I am coming to think more and more that that we are all too expendable by the prince. For as of late we have been put into more and more dangers situations. I also notice that we lack some of the basics that the group needs. For what just had happen we were ill equipped for. The mad man had us throwing rocks through hops. Now being the person i am I was unable to secure the ball so i did a little defense if you know what i mean. Even so this is one of the guys we were warned about and this scares me. For if that guy was not a complete and udder moron we would have had our faces turn to stone. But i do see that we are going deeper into this land I feel that from what we have seen this will not be a easy fight or for that matter a fight we can win. The deeper we go the more i feel that we all will be lost. Pray to what ever god you like more i feel that we are about to face the gates of hell. This one is for you mom and dad Thinking i will see you soon.

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