The party ventured out of their tavern to find the port of Plathering extinguished of yesterday’s flames, and massacred. People were floating face down in the water, their chest cut opened. They’re sure it was a pirate attack. They then went to get a quest from the blacksmith, to kill a mighty bear that had been hunting his wife’s herd. They were side tracked along the way and fell into the Cave of Clairvoyance, which in the old legends is said to tell those of their true destinies, or not. No one truly knows. They were attacked by a manner of beasts in the cave, skeletons and giant spiders, before they made it to a fountain, where they were lulled into a sleep.
Upon waking up they set out to find this bear and kill it. It seemed as though it had been only a small bear, but after murdering it they found it was a baby. It was then that a Mother Dire Bear crashed through the trees straight toward them. After a long, hard fought battle, they vanquished the bear and returned with it’s head to the blacksmith. He generously paid them in armor and that was the end of their long, long day.
Serdon: I must admit today was very interesting. I did not realize the elf we were traveling with was so religious. She woke at dawn to chant in the morning light as the sun rose. Her chanted prayers reminded me of my mother’s chanting at the eve of the day. It seems so long ago, and I suppose it was.
But that was not the the only thing that happened in the early morning hours. We came upon the blacksmith of Platherings, who’s wife is a cattle-herd. Bears had been ravaging her herd and he’d set a great reward on the head of the beasts who’d caused such discourse. He promised us aid and equipment, should we complete this task for him. Solgud and Cyrawn I’m sure are set to use those boons to go after the cursed Sea Demon. He’d taken items of great importance to them.
Before we’d headed off to hunt bears, I went to the well in the town to get some water. But instead—the most surprising part of my day—I found myself under the water of the well in a cave of glowing pools. So similar were its walls to that of an old legend that it had to be the Cave of Clairvoyance. It’s legend is an old sea-shanty I learned on my home shores. But who would have thought it real? The fount, just like the legends, is filled with Umbra’s blood. The liquid night showed me marvelous things… Above all, happiness. But it forshadowed great doom on the lands. If I can help stop it, well. Then it promises my dreams made reality.
For the rest of the day I found myself dazed by my vision, pondering what I could possibly do to aid the world, and what peril it was in. Unfortunate, that, considering one should be well aware when trying to find bears. Pagan nearly died fighting a dire bear. I could have been more help. It was Cyrawn that startled me into awareness. She has a great amount of magic, it seems. And I wonder if it does not relate to her faith? But I was still dazed by her for a few turns before being aware enough to aid Pagan with fighting the Dire Bear.
Cryrawn: 21st of the Second Month of Umbra, Year 510. My body, being rested and well kept, wakes at its normal time. Just as the sky is turning from black to grey and blue, I wake. I dress, make myself up, and then find a clear area outside of our inn. Pagan is still sleeping under the counter when I pass by. I find a good spot standing atop the feeding bale of the pen of horses. As dawn begins, I too begin my ritual song. Having been deprived the last day, my world fills with peace and glory as my god of dawn comes to me. I feel like it has been a century rather than a day. Our day continues as the others wake. Breakfast is quick, and then we head out for the blacksmith, as the bar manager tells us he is willing to get us armor for a small favor. The favor is a simple elimination of a problem bear. Simple enough. While discovering this, Solgud and I connect in the fact that our gods are ancient ones of the sun— maybe they are the same, but by different names. How joyous. He has had his pendant taken, as have I, so we pledge to go after the pirates and to find both of our things (as well as that dagger!).
So, we speak to the blacksmith and are drawn away by a song— I worry of a siren— coming from the town’s well. The others, except for Solgud, fall into the well. I tie my rope to it and then us two leftovers go after them. We end up in a cave of glowing water. In there, I recover a flask of glowing water, black spider blood, and starry water from a pool that seems to reveal a prophecy of doom. It compels me to aid the world. It compels me to save them. But why? No one else has contributed to my god. I don’t understand. And yet, I must.
Continuing, we escape the cave and begin searching for the bear. It ends up being a giant creature, maybe of dire origin. We dispatch it at the risk of Pagan’s life, but with my god’s power and my morning’s prayer, I manage to keep him living. Also with such power, I assist in the fight with a bolt of dark energy. The others seem surprised, but have not asked me yet. We return to the town with the bear’s head and I am gifted several sets of armor to give out.
Solgud: So I had the same dream last night, the one I always seem to have, I am in darkness but I am surrounded by fire and every night that I have the dream the fire gets closer and hotter, but anyways today I was awakened this morning by the shock of realizing my Sunlight Amulet has been stolen by those savage pirates who also stole Cywran’s religious amulet and to top it all off they murdered everyone on the dock while searching for us I am not one for revenge, but these slavers will pay. After we left the docks we went in search of the local blacksmith whom we heard had a bear problem, after we managed to find him and sort out proper payment when we found ourselves investigating a strange well there were undead and spiders as well as a trapped chest waiting for us but we finally found what drew part of our party into the well; I was obliged to stare at it I couldn’t look away, I walked up to it with no control over my body and I fell asleep. I had a vision from a darkness but what that darkness is, I don’t know. I awoke with my group and we left the cave system to go hunt down this bear and we got more than we bargained for, this was a dire bear and we only found this out after Pagan killed the cub, the man almost died and not being equipped to fight this beast I waited up in a tree for an opportunity but before I could find one the bear was incapacitated and I then plunged my sword into it’s skull we then went back to the smithy and received our reward.
Pagan:I woke up confused today. there was this singing early in the morning. I checked and saw it was that elf chick with the funny accent singing away. kinda’ weird, i thought. We ended up being dragged into this blacksmith’s errand to kill a naughty bear, but before we even hit the road, this well starts singing to us. Looking back, there was too much singing today. Down in the well, there was this skeleton puppet and a few spiders that started to mess with us. I killed ’em quickly, but blew up a box they were defending.
The weirdest part of the cave was this second well in the same cavern. I saw myself but… older? Gives me some ideas, but i had a nice nap after that. We finally leave the cave and start hunting the bear. I tracked it quickly, but it left a good kill out in the open, rotting. what a waste.
The bear is surprisingly small, i look for its mother, and see it’s alone. I kill it swiftly. When i go up to skin it, i find my eyes weren’t sharp enough and it DID have a mom! It damn near killed me twice! It took a lot of arrows, and went down tough. after it died, i skinned it and it’s cub, taking their heads as well. The grace with death and the weird dream weren’t the highlight of the day. The highlight was learning that the funny elf chick is a magician! she patched me up some and kept me from croaking, but damn, was that shadow beam a surprise.
Anehta:Waking up with a hangover was not planned. In the same way, waking to hear Cyrawn singing was also not planned. As if she didn’t confuse me enough before, the elf continues to bewilder me endlessly. I’ve made a pact with Pagan, one that I fully intend to keep. A girl can’t get around with just a pocket full of dust. Nevertheless, watching him steal off of the blacksmith was quite the show. After getting pulled into the singing well and losing whatever treasure was there, I saw my future. The magic well was beautiful and the vision it gave me left it’s mark. Maybe I’ll make my parents proud after all. Maybe this won’t be just some stupid trip that will get me killed.
After a nap and quick trek back to the surface, I finally understood WHY they take Pagan along. He’s an amazing survivalist, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared for his life a few times. I’ve seen Solgud and Cyrawn bonding, and my heart truly goes to him for whatever he’s lost. Though, haven’t we all lost something very important to us?
Serdon seemed distant today, and this left me with an uneventful day of trying to characterize him. Staying quite and evaluating my surroundings has always proved well for me, as it did today. Not getting eaten by a bear triple my size seems to show that. And while I may not have a full grasp on Magic, or the true lethality of the elf’s powers or even the length of Pagan’s survival instincts, I’m learning more about them than they know. And I fully intend to keep learning.