Session 20231005 Against the Tear Eaters
General Summary
Bertrum's Journal
Dear Journal,
In the ceaseless cycle of time, our days in the farming village waned, and with the morrow's sun, we embarked on an equestrian odyssey towards the northern king's encampment. A venture into unknown realms, astride steeds of noble bearing, yet horseback proved a ponderous task for a soul of modest stature and scant equine experience, such as my own. The regal beast, a towering colossus, hardly seemed a suitable mount for a soul of diminutive statue, and as I clung to my perch, my presence became, alas, a burden upon our party's rapid travel.
Upon our arrival, we discovered the negotiations to be a spectacle, an assembly around a roaring fire pit, where voices and ideas could converge as one. An ambassadorial stage, open to all who sought discourse.
In opening, I, Bertrum, proffered an eloquent appeal, a call for alliance wherein the tenants of our offers and entreaties were laid bare in sweeping strokes of rhetoric. My mastery over the nuances of small manners lent insight into the hearts of those gathered, a skill invaluable in navigating the treacherous waters of diplomacy.
Among the assembly, esteemed figures with diverse desires emerged, each a "Thane" with aspirations to be addressed:
Thorarin, his aim the pursuit of glory and death.
Gnupa, yearning for revenge against Tarrack, a city-state allied with the Empire.
Authketill, harbouring dreams of annihilation for the Tear Eaters.
A Pale Lady, standing as a guardian of tradition, harbouring a desire to vanquish the Tear Eaters.
Notably, Gnupa's appetite for vengeance against one of our allies, an ambition I could not endorse. Yet, I wove my words to fulfil the remaining aspirations, to accommodate their desires. The Pale Lady, her presence substantial, stood as an imposing figure, a linchpin for her cadre. Employing the art of "Know the Soul's Price," I ascertained the cost of her allegiance, unveiling a pact forged through collective bloodshed against the Tear Eaters. Thus, I proposed a union of arms, our party and their warband, marching side by side to clash with the Tear Eaters, solidifying our alliance. I implored the king to ratify this accord, sealing our union with crimson bonds of honour.
Yet, whispers rippled through the gathering, casting shadows of doubt. Rumours painted our actions as sinister, a malign influence manipulating the king's sovereignty, endangering our very purpose. To quell the tide of speculation, I chose to direct the spotlight upon my own endeavours, unveiling my craftsmanship and artistry. A testament to my dedication, I crafted a flawless saddle, tailored to my unique stature, a display of skill and expertise. Upon the morrow, we rode in search of the Tear Eaters, an opportunity to prove our valour and earnest intentions. Our warband, numbering in the hundreds, descended upon the frozen plains. As battle erupted, we found ourselves outnumbered, a vast horde of Tear Eaters descending upon us. Human raiders, undead, greater abominations, and a cunning sorcerer were our adversaries. Nightshade, a veritable tempest of destruction, carved through the chaos, reducing the enemies to naught but fallen foes. I, Bertrum, summoned forth the chilling visage of "Terrifying Apparition of Glory," a protection and an instrument of dread, my bullhorn serving to compel a group of raiders to surrender and flee. Simultaneously, I espied the malevolent sorcerer, beckoning my steed toward him, Mufasa beside me, a bulwark of protection. The maelstrom of battle raged around us, yet in that pivotal moment, I bore down upon the sorcerer, delivering a mighty stroke. Alas, the tide of battle favoured us, yet the spell woven by the sorcerer, an inky shroud, enshrouded Nightshade in its grasp, lingering, unrelenting. With resolute determination, Nightshade dispatched the sorcerer, but the sinister fog clung to her form. Devotion and concern spurred me, as I lent my sorcerous wisdom to dispel the vile miasma enveloping Nightshade. Together, we sought victory in the battle, triumphing in the end, yet bearing wounds and scars of our struggle.
In the aftermath of conflict, compassion and care prevailed as I, Bertrum, tended to the wounded. Amidst the fray, Nightshade discovered an amulet, cradling an embedded hearthstone, an artifact of potential promise. We knew not its purpose, but it was a treasure that would prove its worth in time. With our alliance thus sealed in the crucible of conflict, our future lay before us. Nightshade, her nature ever enigmatic and stealthy, longed to delve deeper into the enigma of the Tear Eaters and to uncover the manse to which the newfound hearthstone belonged, a venture fraught with peril yet ripe with potential. As an aside, Spring's First Kill, our faithful messenger, carried a missive to Chanta, tasked with conveying my wishes to my guide, requesting his wife, the merchant, to oversee my business affairs during my absence, her capable hands ensuring the well-being of my enterprises. Your, Bertrum B
Gnupa, yearning for revenge against Tarrack, a city-state allied with the Empire.
Authketill, harbouring dreams of annihilation for the Tear Eaters.
A Pale Lady, standing as a guardian of tradition, harbouring a desire to vanquish the Tear Eaters.
Notably, Gnupa's appetite for vengeance against one of our allies, an ambition I could not endorse. Yet, I wove my words to fulfil the remaining aspirations, to accommodate their desires. The Pale Lady, her presence substantial, stood as an imposing figure, a linchpin for her cadre. Employing the art of "Know the Soul's Price," I ascertained the cost of her allegiance, unveiling a pact forged through collective bloodshed against the Tear Eaters. Thus, I proposed a union of arms, our party and their warband, marching side by side to clash with the Tear Eaters, solidifying our alliance. I implored the king to ratify this accord, sealing our union with crimson bonds of honour.
Yet, whispers rippled through the gathering, casting shadows of doubt. Rumours painted our actions as sinister, a malign influence manipulating the king's sovereignty, endangering our very purpose. To quell the tide of speculation, I chose to direct the spotlight upon my own endeavours, unveiling my craftsmanship and artistry. A testament to my dedication, I crafted a flawless saddle, tailored to my unique stature, a display of skill and expertise. Upon the morrow, we rode in search of the Tear Eaters, an opportunity to prove our valour and earnest intentions. Our warband, numbering in the hundreds, descended upon the frozen plains. As battle erupted, we found ourselves outnumbered, a vast horde of Tear Eaters descending upon us. Human raiders, undead, greater abominations, and a cunning sorcerer were our adversaries. Nightshade, a veritable tempest of destruction, carved through the chaos, reducing the enemies to naught but fallen foes. I, Bertrum, summoned forth the chilling visage of "Terrifying Apparition of Glory," a protection and an instrument of dread, my bullhorn serving to compel a group of raiders to surrender and flee. Simultaneously, I espied the malevolent sorcerer, beckoning my steed toward him, Mufasa beside me, a bulwark of protection. The maelstrom of battle raged around us, yet in that pivotal moment, I bore down upon the sorcerer, delivering a mighty stroke. Alas, the tide of battle favoured us, yet the spell woven by the sorcerer, an inky shroud, enshrouded Nightshade in its grasp, lingering, unrelenting. With resolute determination, Nightshade dispatched the sorcerer, but the sinister fog clung to her form. Devotion and concern spurred me, as I lent my sorcerous wisdom to dispel the vile miasma enveloping Nightshade. Together, we sought victory in the battle, triumphing in the end, yet bearing wounds and scars of our struggle.
In the aftermath of conflict, compassion and care prevailed as I, Bertrum, tended to the wounded. Amidst the fray, Nightshade discovered an amulet, cradling an embedded hearthstone, an artifact of potential promise. We knew not its purpose, but it was a treasure that would prove its worth in time. With our alliance thus sealed in the crucible of conflict, our future lay before us. Nightshade, her nature ever enigmatic and stealthy, longed to delve deeper into the enigma of the Tear Eaters and to uncover the manse to which the newfound hearthstone belonged, a venture fraught with peril yet ripe with potential. As an aside, Spring's First Kill, our faithful messenger, carried a missive to Chanta, tasked with conveying my wishes to my guide, requesting his wife, the merchant, to oversee my business affairs during my absence, her capable hands ensuring the well-being of my enterprises. Your, Bertrum B
Report Date
05 Oct 2023
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