The Long Road of Power

Odyssey - Finbar Page One

Mark not my skribbels with kritikill eye. I am no full, yet righting was not my best subject in the Golushkin edukashon I recieved. But I right these words lest I forget.
We are on a trale. Me and a groop of humans and wun nome with a big weezil.
They pretend to kare about justiss much more than the hunting parties of the dwarves, but they deliver deth just as kwick.
We sloo many wolvs, wargs and deadly horrid dog-thing I saw before we fell.
Fell, yes, but risen. By a lord of Deth Nights. Kasimir – Lord of The Golden Hand. He is our new master, for with the rizing, we now owe him much and are on his kwest with his pursor in toe.
We saved a which and I was kommishined by our paladin to despach the offender. His hed came of as easily as any human hed.
We are repairing rodes, but we are also reparing harts as we make our way through this derelikt land. Nuff sed by Finbar for now.

An ill fated caravan - Part 3
Fort and the woods.

One patch job and four days later the caravan arrived at the Fort, a small rest and gathering village with walls extending arround the full village to keep the predators at bay, both animal and human.
Varic had a few days earlier created, by mixing tako bell mushrooms with kraken petals he unintentionally created a hallucinogenic  moonshine. Unsurprisingly this sold exceedingly well. Catheshal worked the merchants within the village for an increased yield of gold and better prices for the herbs bought to sell to the next city. Much to Master Gavi’s chargon she also convinced a number of the men to buy scented soap and razer sheets. Something along the lines of ‘bloody women, emasculating, and unnatural could be heard following him around the rest if the day. Harkon was restless, it was time to answer his calling so he sought out the Leader of the village and inquired about any judgements requiring his gods attention. He was informed that this far in the wilderness they took care of their own, but there was a reward for any information about three missing caravans in the Spot the next town along the road just outside the forests. Finbar Garess a man ready  and willing to sample the worlds many gifts. So as any self respecting dwarf would, his first port off call was the Open Croft tavern to simple the world in a good sturdy tankard. The Einstök berry ale was too sweet for a discerning palate such as his, what he wouldn’t give for some Cheerful Delver Stout, it’s rich earthy flavours, the slight bitter undertone. Wistfully ordered another pint. Taur uin Taur purchased a half loaf and honey, carefully laying these out for any passing forest fay just past the treeline. The weasel not ten minutes later thoroughly enjoyed this offering.
A day was spent within the Fort for rest and necessary repairs needed to the travel worn caravans. The next morning the caravan moved onwards toward the end of its journey.

An ill fated caravan - Part 2
A Waggon Boys Sights & the new fur coat

A mighty crash sounded the 1st set-back of the journey so far, Belidar knew that sound, it’d been why he’d been hired by Master (gramps) Gavi after all. He concentrated on the echo, must have been a flaw in the steel bearings, the wood’d been sound for sure. Crunch, he flinched, man there went the wheel pins that was messy, not an easy fix anymore. He herd Gramps yell for him, time to earn his keep.
He’d heard that bigfello with the Hugesword whispering with the others, Wolves apparently, nothing unusual in the woods, just keep a big fire burning. Everyone knew that, maby these foreigners didn’t. Gavi would soon set them right, he always did, he’d seen everything.

The howls were closer now, and that screaming, what was that, hopefully I’d go away soon.

(A few hours later…)

Wolves attacking a caravan, that was new and scary, it’d never happened before. That bigfello with the Hugesword clove the first on that came at him clean in two. He looked so casual too, like chopping potatos for Cook Mira casual, it was frightening. Another seven of the beasts showed up then all teeth and slobber, another scream too, then they came. Huge beyond comparison all muscle and snarls.
As tall as a man and wide as cart oxen. He froze at the sight unable to move and paralysed by fear at the endless hunger in those eyes. The madness. The Pain. He was shocked into action then, the Graceful Lady started cursing, such a foul mouth. Master Gavi would have him over his knee for even a few of thoes dreadful words. He hoped he wouldn’t smack her, she gave him sweets once. The smaller beasts were dispatched with a merciless efficiency untill only the big monsters still remaind. The Little Person, a Gnome I think Guard Teddy had called it, was frozen stiff like he had been. The big fluffy weasel had pulled him to safty tho, so that was good. The New Guard had started glowing! Firing bolts of light against the beast, it really didn’t like that and stated towards him. A good thing too as Teddy had been frozen like the cursing lady trying to protect her!
With one last strike from….. it fell and just in time too I reckon.

An ill fated caravan - Part 1
A Merchants thoughts

The first six weeks of travel had been a tiring treck through the thin air of the high passes. Towering mountain roads gave some truly surreal views of endless precipices and some spectacular sunsets to be seen as the bird above the land. Then the fun really began rain, sleet and mud glorious mud from the moment they entered the forest and that was three weeks ago now.
Master Nethon was in a good mood, despite the complaints of his aging bones, this was were he belonged a full caravan and some interesting company. Interesting, was that the right word for the current lot he’d taken on? He wasn’t sure. Take the softly spoken Finbar Garess for example, with enough Dwarven mannerisms he’d instinctively taken to speaking to the man in the tongue without thinking. Knock off two feet and a more bloody dwarven dwarf you wouldn’t find.

Gnomes he’d learned over the years were all strange creatures but he’d come to belive there were limits to their number of individual oddities one could possess, yet here was Taur uin Taur another freak with enough oddities to set him apart from his own bizarre kind.
Catheshal, if that bloody woman tried to take his robe one more time… well there’d be stong words needed indeed, one was never too old to be put over one’s knee. Furthermore a true man of the road was ment to look rough around the edges, proud of his hard days of labours, certainly not like thoes dandies in their perfumed parlours. Yet again that bloody woman, you’d think it was Good-day festival with the some of the crew! Yes they’d have words before too long.

Harkon Pegason finally someone relatively normal, if you could ever consider a Paladin normal all those bloody vows and turns out, a ruddy Barrister to boot. All those questions, did I have a licence for the carriage of lethal equipment, was the sige equipment stored within Cardinal Standard, Abadar preserve us what’d I do to deserve all this. Still not a bad man to have on your side.

Finally there was more to that herbalist than met the eye what was his name Varik, the way he handles that knife of his sends chills down the old spine, no doubt about it. Need of keep a closer eye on him a reckon.


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