[Ralis] Brother Nye's Recordings, April 1321

[Lev Lafayette]

Nota Bene: Next session 7pm, Thursday March 26 at Rodney's in Richmond


Being the recordings of Brother Nye, sometime in April 1321 in the Year
of Our Lord, somewhere in Nor'western Ralis.

After our great successes on midsummer's night, as noted in my journal,
we joined the native fae of the Arrente in their festivities, which
lasted for a number of days. On the eve of the third night however we
were attacked by a great number of Frengistans; Iberians it turned out.
Whilst Larquis managed to evade them for a great period of time,
eventually he was captured whilst attempting to rescue us.

We were roughly bundled into the back of a caravan, that used Diprotdons
to move the vehicle. Stripped of our possessions and drugged so our
magicks were weaken'd we were taken westwards for many days in the heat.
During this journey we were introduced to the captain of this group, one
Manuel Jose Isobel dos Porto who inform'd us that the natives had been
taken to the Iberian town of La Finistera to be sold into slavery, "as
was fitting of their race", but we, good Frengistans, would be returned
to our homes in Borne once as sufficient "administration fee" for our
safe passage had been paid. Derek, unfortunately, was evidently mistaken
as a child of the natives and was taken away in the other group as well.

Days turn'd into weeks and weeks into months and still we journeyed
across the desolate landscape. We overheard some of the Iberians talking
and learned of their hatred of the Zeelanders, who must also have
established settlements in the Western Colonies. Then, as we all thought
hope had been lost, there were cries of battle outside our caravan. 

It was not that we had been rescued, but rather the caravan attacked by
a large number of natives. They were not taken kindly to us, but nor did
they put us to the spear, as they could see that we too were victims of
the Iberians. Providing us with water and granting us some equipment,
they allowed us on our way. Manuel, evidently, escaped with all our
equipment by camel. We can only presume that he headed towards La
Finistera.

After some days we were attacked by a group of Iberians we who evidently
had escaped the battle and sought easy pickings from our bones; they
underestimated our power and determination, and we made short work of
them. Taking their equipment, but leaving them their underclothes and
some water - as they left us - we made our way nor'west, as the stars
could tell us.

Several days later we encountered a beautiful lake environment* were a
number of native fae children were at play. I approached them cautiously
with the hope of establishing contact and I had my Tongues prayer at the
ready; but I noticed a formation of giant duck-like birds coming towards
us at a great rate, although their wings did not permit flight.

The battle was long and dangerous; the ducks were dangerous, standing
over two yards high and with sharp long beaks. Eventually we bested
them, but before we could congratulate ourselves, a dragon - yes a
dragon - black as night itself, was spotted rising from the waters.

We sort refuge with haste and the devil's lizard landed upon the shore.
Ignoring us, it took to eating the giant carnivorous ducks. Concern was
raised, obviously, on what it would do after it finished with its first
course.

Fortunately, this discovery did not need to be made. Strange vibrations
filled the air which moved our very bodies and boomed in our ears. The
fae children felt and heard it as well, and grew very excited. It grew
louder and stronger and after a while the dragon decided to take flight
away from the distressing sounds. Standing atop of the nearby hills were
a number of adult fae whirling pieces of wood on rope above their heads.

We were taken in by these kindly folk, who called themselves the Mardu,
or more specifically, the Mardu-los, which they distinguished with the
Mardu-ten, another grouping which they did not have much friendship
with. 

An elder shaman, Mane-foun, thanked our our brave actions in protecting
their young, they informed us that there were actually two black dragons
in the lake. To the west was a range of mountains, where "The Old Ones"
had their temple, now housed by the Mardu-ten, and ruled by an ancient
blue dragon, Diabu Odamatan. He warned us that the city of the Iberians,
to the north-west, La Finistera, was ruled by a red dragon, and that
over the mountains to the west, the Zeelanders had a town ruled called
Neu Arnhem, ruled by a green dragon. 

It was only them he told us that his daughter, Kiki-foun, had been
captured by the Mardu-ten.



* http://rpgreview.net/files/disappointment.jpg