Off the Edge

Zuri's Journal: The First Two Years (4710-4712)
or: Finally, a Place to Belong

It’s been two years since we claimed our little corner of the world. Yes, our. These men, men that at one time I wanted nothing to do with, have become my brothers, my clan. I have come to find comfort finally in this place we now call our home, Viridi, a beautiful and verdant land populated and ruled by a people that respect the wilderness and the forces behind it.

In respect for the the wilds, as well as to protect our nation from over-reaching itself or drawing too much attention to ourselves in our infancy, we have made our expansion slow. At first, we were plagued by the last remnants of the Stag Lord’s bandit network, but they were easily quelled. A period of steady growth followed, though


Azarillius Inaugural address

Inaction is the mire of the common man; Action alone moves the wheels of history.

Good afternoon my friends…citizens of our new nation…fellow leaders…

I stand before you all a humbled man. When I was nominated to this office it was by men who I stood in battle with. It was by men who have saved my hide more than a few times and I am proud to say I have returned the favor. It was by men who have my utmost respect and allegiance for as long as my body takes breaths. It was NOT by some anonymous ballot; it was NOT by force, bribery, intimidation or fear; NOR was it through a blood line of thieves and rapists who would adorn a self made crown.

Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of reflection, which every man and woman finds during the day; how long have we been striving for greatness? Not only in the time we’ve been trying to tame these stolen lands, but from the moment, as a child, we realized that the WHOLE world is at our fingertips. And that we could each impact this world and carve out our very own piece of it if we are not afraid to ACT.

Action is a struggle…it has been a lifetime struggle for us all – a never-ending fight, I say to you. And you will understand that it is a privilege to ACT! We are just now embarking on this long and arduous journey together to build a prosperous nation! I ask you, to rise and be worthy of this historical hour!

No kingdom is worth anything unless it can defend itself! Some people will tell you “Warrior” is a bad word. They’ll conjure up images of a mindless Barbarian killing for nothing more than to quench thirst for blood and battle. This is our duty to change their perception. I say, Warriors of this kingdom unite! We must never acquiesce, for it is together…together, that we prevail!!!

A conversation: Erastus 17, 4710.
Someone has the bug......

(Azarillius and Faldal in the process of helping Oleg make necessary changes to his outpost to be the new main shop in their young town)

(Azarillius) “I don’t know Faldal…I can’t get my last conversation with Clarissa out of my head. I feel terrible about how I left things with her.”

(Faldal) “She chooses her own destiny lad, nothing to be done about that. You gave a good argument, she just had a higher ideal in her own perspective. We will be fine. I can run the Magisters’ office well enough.”

(Azarillius) “Aye, that you can my friend. But I didn’t mean with regards to the duties of our Magister. I meant because of how I was rude when we parted ways. I can’t lie to you. I wanted Clarissa to come with us for more than just help with the Kingdom. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head ever since our first travels to Thistle Creek. She was such a strong, smart, and beautiful woman. She really left an impression on me. And I don’t know if the road has made my weary, but like a fine wine, she appears to have grown even more beautiful over the last 6 months since when we first saw her. I know, I know, this is the last thing I should be worrying about at this time. I just have no one else to speak of these matters with. And you are my most trusted friend.”

(Faldal) “Well, if that is what’s botherin’ ya, it changes the game. It would have been an akward sight to see you lay that on her with all of us stare’n on. You should go back there on a week trip, by yourself, and straighten it out. Tell’er what you just told me. Maybe we ’ave found something that she might appreciate. Hell, what about that charm bracelet we got at that Stag-bastards fort? It right fancy, but no too so. Bring ’er that and some of whatever else your human women like. Heh, if she had a beard, she might be a lass I would have considered.”

(Azarillius) “I feel like such a fool. You really think I should go back? Perhaps you are right; I need to make this right. That bracelet is a great idea, if the group has no issues with it, I will give it to her as a gift and morso an apology for my crass behavior. I will reimburse the group the cost of the bracelet. Weren’t you impressed how she couldn’t be bought nor could she be convinced of the greater good all for the love of this children in thistle creek?”

(Faldal) "Aye, her resolve was steadfast for sure. I am sure no one will miss the bracelet, see the till is compensated and have at it. As for your behavior during the recruitment attempt, it was a far cry better than most dwarves could have put forth! I would take care to mind her logic though. It seems to override her heart. At least now you have a named kingdom and city to prove your original intentions were not fluff and sparkle. Not to change the subject, <quaffs> but I’ve been researchin’ some items that may help you in your role as ruler. Not that you aren’t of a golden tongue, but I have knowledge of an Item that would help you put a finer point on your "delicatesse " as the high brows call it. If you are interested of course."

(Azarillius) “Thank you Faldal; women can indeed be a tricky lot. And as far as an item to help me in my role, I am always looking for ways to improve!! I truly am undeserving of a friend as loyal as you. You have my complete trust; if you say it will help me, then please just tell me what you need from me to make it happen!”

Close Call: 23 Sarenith 4710

I was afraid today for the first time in as long as I could remember. The Stag Lord…a man, well, more than a man…Standing mere feet away from me, breathing heavy, just a giant of a man with a bloodthirsty heart, ready to strike down anyone who challenged him. I had to cower in a dark corner deep within the mist created by Faldal, so that I wouldn’t have to face him one on one. I was terrified. I almost forgot what it was like to sit with my back against a wall and wonder if I would ever see anyone you loved ever again. Which inevitably lead me to ask who I even have these days that I love? Of course, my adopted family I will always love. I care very much for my compan(ions), um, well…my team…..(long pause while pondering) nay, my friends……

We have been on this journey for so long now I hadn’t realized how close we all became….How I would sacrifice my life for any of them….How I would have their back in any situation. Restinal is distant lately. He doesn’t seem himself. He seems shallow and almost entirely removed from situations. But I am happy to say I have made some very good other friends thus far. Although, I need to give credit where it is due, Restinal had a very fortuitous kill in our last battle…It may have even been what turned the tide. Thank the gods for him…thank the gods for all of my friends. Faldal’s healing kept us alive and fresh to keep persevering through the battle…Darien’s bravery to thrust himself into harms way and unmatched hand to hand skills kept us in the fight when all else seemed lost…And our new ally gave help when we needed it most. We truly were lucky in the battle with the Stag Lord.

We received another charter from the Swordlords…we are to now begin setting up a settlement to try and expand this once hostile land. Where others have failed in the past, we will succeed. It will be dangerous; and it will be anything but easy….however nothing to date has been too great of an obstacle for us to overcome together and I have all the faith in the world that it will be no different going forward!

Return to Oleg's

23 Sarenith 4710
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Darien Log

I punched a man in the face today. He probably deserved it. Then I did it again. We were off looking for this Stag Lord guy and we came across a bush full of these berries some other dude wanted. I went in to get some and was attacked by a swarm of spiders. I knew they were there in the beginning and I felt this was a good time to practice stomping vermin for practice for the Stag Lord. After several fiery stomps, I found the others lighting torches to burn them. The biggest threat were the actual thorns. I believe Faldal was the only one who didn’t come in and play, but that’s ok. I haven’t met many dwarves, but my guess was that he was afraid. He and I always find ourselves getting in spats over the Fey, I just want to hang the one that threw bark in my stew, hang him up, and beat him until candy falls out. That will be at a later date.

After the whole berry thing, I went on looking for the Stag Lord guy, finding this farm where some bandits were raping an pillaging. Everyone seemed so shocked and disgusted by the actions, but they are bandits with a very poor boss. Most bandit leaders at least go and let their men get laid legitimately through taverns and whore houses. We took at them like a pack of lions to a herd of antelope. We decimated them rather quickly. That Az guy is pretty useful. I went around the other side. I’ve noticed I’m a lot faster than normal recently, I was on the other side, beating down bandits before they were even ready. We saved this woman and her daughter who my guess was raped and pillaged. They weren’t the brightest tools in the shed, but I claimed the mother as mine. I will visit there every once in a while and she will make me dinner. There’s nothing like a home cooked meal. That gives me the halfling at Olegs’ and the one in the barn. I hope they don’t expect marriage.

So what ended up happening was we interrogated the bandits. Faldal is a man of words while I am a man of fist. We did make a good team. The man told us everything and I got to pull down his pants and mutilate his privates with a palm strike of acidy painful doom. I wanted him to suffer, but Restinal knocked him out. I don’t like Restinal too much, always ruining the plans. I guess “kill all bandits” is better than making a man who made my woman suffer, even though she wasn’t my woman until afterwards, suffer himself. We ended up bringing him back to conciousness and made him dig graves for him and his buddy. I still think it would have been better if his groin burned during that whole thing, but what can a man do?

Clerics Log: 4 Sarenith 4710
Boggarts, Tatzelwurms, and Unicorns; Oh My!

We have spent an entire month in the wilds, mapping the Stolen Lands. We have come upon many things in our travels. The Fey continue to harass us, even as I lay out nightly offerings to appease them. Darien is the least amused by them. Their initial tampering of his food has rubbed him the wrong way. He regularly states his murderous displeasure with them. I hope he is only full of air with his threats toward the Fey as I would prefer to not be forced to intervene. He is a strong warrior, but would be MAD to force my hand. We came upon the lair of a creature known as Boggart. It was evident that a clan of them was living within the ruins we found upon a marshy fork in the stream. They wanted no outright aggression, but had no wish to involve themselves with us. We will hope that our lack of invasion in their lair will bode well for future relations. We traveled on and encountered another overborne trap, left by the foul trapper whose remains we found so many weeks ago. A strange beast was within the pit that had been laid, the pit causing my comrades to fall in to the pit with the beast! They fought valiantly against the creature, but it was my own quick thinking (and poor climbing skills) that had me upon an overlooking rock and kill the beast with a mighty throw of my Dorn-dergar! Once the beast lay silent, I used Ng’s great powers of healing to flow upon my injured and fallen friends,allowing them to recover and exit the pit. Upon another area of the river, we found a Flotsam collection. Upon searching the debris, we were attacked by Tazelwurms! The beasts were aggressive for sure, but it was soon shown how Oleg was able to overpower one. The two we encountered went down quickly. I am sure that Oleg will be pleased with the trophy. As we traveled toward the end of the wood, we encountered the remains of an old rappers lodge, located in the very spot the map we found earlier in our travel had indicated. A great statue of the God Erastil, the huntsman, towered over the area, the only structure evident to survive the ravages of what ever had laid low the Trappers Hall. Further on we found an area that had been desecrated in some unnatural manner of magic. The only thing left was what seemed to be a horse, untouched by the ravaging plague. Upon closer inspection, we found the beast to be none other than a child on Ng; A unicorn! It had had it’s horn removed, but had been killed by some form of death magic. It’s own body had preserved itself, the magical nature of the unicorn protecting its body and surrounding area even in death. I knew what must be done and quickly discussed a plan of action with the rest of the group. We made a sled, and carried the unicorn back to the Trappers Lodge where we buried it at the feet of the great statue of Erastil. Almost immediately upon the end of the burial ceremony, the land itself seemed to change for the better. It was if a piece of nature itself had been placed back into a long fractured puzzle. It felt good to heal the wood so, and I am sure that Ng an his Children look well upon it. We have since returned to Oleg’s, ready to restock and move on in order to finish the mapping we were tasked to perform so many months ago. The Sword lords are pleased with our progress, but have pushed the point of taking care of the Stag Lord and his bandits once and for all. I imagine his camp cannot be too far from that of the Forrest Bandit camp we found, but there is still much unexplored region to be searched. We will be sure to resupply well, and be ready should we find the feral fiend.

Things have been strange lately...

Our journey has been a long and strange one to date. We have gained and lost friends…we have seen many a man and best fall at our wake…but I can honestly say that I feel in my heart we have always tried to do the right thing. These unexplored lands are not safe for civilized folks; what with the banditry, dangerous creatures, magical monsters, and the like. We truly are making progress and I think one day these lands will be inhabitable for the civilized beings of this realm.

Our most recent adventure saw us come upon the Elk’s Temple. We were attacked by a mystical creature who once slayed reverted to human form. We searched the Temple and took what was left of the beast back to Oleg’s.

In addition to all this, we have been the butt of many a Fey practical joke!

Back at Oleg’s, we discusses our adventure with the Druid. He advised that it was a cursed protector of the temple. He also informed us that the Fey interactions that we had was a positive because the Fey only perform tricks on those they like. I found this odd and am not quite sure I believe it.

I look forward to more searching as I hope to uncover the Stag Lord and put a knife in the heart of this areas banditry for good. We can then look to start to officially improve these lands and make them livable for our brethren.

Clerics' Log : 6 Desnus 4710

Once again we have returned with success back to Oleg’s. We found the Elk’s Temple as described by the Druid X (Name not in Wiki). There we found a beast of a creature, like a giant bear but with sentient intent to kill! We made quick work of the foul beast with only a small amount of casualty to our party. Once the creature had been dispatched, it seemed to change to a human before returning to dust. We searched the Temple and collected the beast’s remains to return to the Druid X. As we traveled through the Wood, we kept having strange occurrences. Loosened saddle straps, Thundering Squirrels and other strange events continued to plague us as we traveled. It has been revealed by Zuri (who revealed his long time suspicions) that we have been on the receiving end of pranks of the Fey kind. Once back at Oleg’s, we spoke with Druid X about finding the temple. He was pleased to know it was cleansed of the beast, whom was a cursed druid protector of the temple prior. He spoke to me of the Fey encounters that we had, and that it was a good sign, these pranks, as it seems the Fey only perform them on those they like. Even I found this strange, being a follower of Ng, and noted to myself to better understand my First World siblings in the future. Druid X also spoke of brokering a peace with the forest Fey, that it would be a benefit to us in the long run. He told us to seek him out if there was ever any assistance he could render to out party; his thanks for our efforts with the temple. Later in the evening, Anando pulled me aside. He spoke his concern over our association with Druid X, as he had committed some questionable acts in the civilized lands, causing his banishment to the Stolen Lands. I assured him that we would keep a way but open mind on the matter. It has come to pass that many of those outside my trusted party have inquired toward the influence I may or may not have with the group. It is my hope that I have garnered a lasting trust amongst us, as I only have the desire for our mutual success and prosperity within my heart. I am unsure whom will become the shepherd of this land once it has been initially tamed. There is still much time for Ng to test me, and maybe he will be able to show me a path.

Clerics' Log : 24 Gozran 4710
A new ally.

We now have a new ally in our quest of taming this land. We came up upon a large group of bandits harassing a plain clothed man, while we were in the Narlmarches woods. He was a stalwart fellow, giving not an inch to the brigands. As we rode in to lend aid, he began handing the Bandits their arses in flurry of movement! We engaged the rest of the Bandits and ultimately defeated them, capturing their leader to boot. The flurrious fellow was gravely injured during the battle, but I allowed Ng’s power to flow through me, healing him and many of our comrades. The feisty fellow calls himself Darien Ourwick, a fighting monk of the Four Winds School. He spoke of owing an honor debt for his rescue. I explained that there is no debt, but I understood about honor. He has chosen to join us in our efforts to wrest the chaos from this land. We now continue on our way to map the Woods, and maybe come across one of the reputed Gold Mines we ave heard tale of. The leader of the bandits had a Stag Lord pendant. I fear we will need to look into stopping that fiend, sooner than later. When I return to Oleg’s, my new tome should have arrived. The ancient book should help me complete my studies in magical fabrication. We are very isolated out here, and I feel that we will need the assistance of magical devices that will be difficult to find. We have been increasing out wealth steadily, and it should be invested properly in order for us to all succeed.


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