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well, took me a while to write up something worthy of being read (and to be comparable in awesomeness to vellarain's report (which inspires me) and the others on the AA thread)
there goes the first chapters of my odyssey through calradia, a true Sword of Damocles novel! (be humble revan.)
Chronicles of Lady Myara, Antarian survivor of Legate Marius bloody campaign:
Day 1: Long journey, sorrowful as well, for me, and for all my soldiers, survivors of whatever was left of our homeland, after the long lasting war that claimed everything we called life, we found ourselves stranded in this strange land called Calradia, in a region the locals called “Lower Khergit steppes”, next to a large fortified city called Narra, It seems war is also plaguing this land, what other use a people would have for such tall walls? Our party has named me leader, considering how I turned that last battle from another bloodshed, to a silver of hope, escape, exile, so here it begins, my journey, and that of 40 other hardened soldiers of the once-great Antarian Empire. Our first step, is to travel to this Narra, and find out about what goes on in this strange land.
Day 2: We reached Narra, so I gave all soldiers a leave, in order to each one to seek their own solace of the hardships we endured, and also in order to find our next steps into rebuilding the old empire, and returning, hoping to avenge my homeland, and all others touched by the scourge of the Imperial Legion.
Most of my men head over to the Tavern, of course, for men, mead, ale, and some food are the quickest way to forget sadness, I myself head over there, but to inquire as how this land offers opportunities, dangers, rewards and punishments, a simple man whose name escapes my memory tells me the kingdoms are at a long bloody war, no side ever gaining sway over another, and that no peace agreement lasts long, and they are usually means for the kings to regather their armies to launch themselves at the bloody conflict once more, and those same kings are seeking mercenary companies, both native and foreign, in order to gain the much needed upper hand. According to that man, after a tip of around 30 gold coins (thankfully antarian gold serves in this region as good as their own currency) the Kingdom of Swadia in the north is the best opportunity since their king is known to flaunt their great wealth at their great capital of Praven, so its Praven our next destination.
Day 5: We travel northward towards Praven, my lieutenant affirms that the troops are concerned about food, And so I remember that we lost most of our supplies in the escape from the legions, so we planned to stop at a nearby village of Saren which belonged to a entirely different nation, one that called itself Kingdom of Rhodoks, but the scout sent reported that the village was plagued by bandits that forced the already poor villagers to give up any kind of supplies they could produce, despite the fact that the village was close to a mighty castle. I decide I wouldn’t stand up for such villainy, and order my troops to overtake the outlaws, and free the villagers. I hoped, as foolish as it may sound, I wouldn’t ever need to shoot that crossbow again…
Day 6: The villagers were thankful that we freed them from the bandits, supplied us with the food we needed so much, and some of their younger offered to join us, I figured that we’d need more people in order to feel safer.
Day 8 : Praven at last, Mighty town indeed, great walls, twice as mighty as Narra’s , it appeared at every joint and corner that it was the capital of this Swadian kingdom, as usual, we headed first for the tavern, which I met a very unusual madam as one of the patrons, she called herself Matheld, and was, to much chagrin of some men of this land, a soldier, and according to her own tale, born in the land of the Nords, and after seeing two of her sons killed in battles, decided herself to join a mercenary company, which coincidentally or not, I led, so I hired that woman to join me on our travels.
Headed to the castle in hopes of meeting the Monarch of this kingdom, one named Harlaus, but according to his men on the gates, he was in campaign against his enemies, and only a certain Lord Grainwad was present in the castle at the moment, who was in turn quick to offer me and my men (after a quite embarrassing meeting) a contract as a mercenary in service of the kingdom of Swadia, it appears that the lords of this land have more authority than in my old land, this would be interesting at least. Since Grainwad’s offer was exactly what I intended to seek with the King, I promptly accepted, and there I was. Lady Myara of the antarian empire, once a made a high lady of the emperor’s lineage, now found myself leader of a mercenary group, operating in a land we didn’t knew much about, working for a king I had yet to meet.
Day 9: Our first assignment! it appears that the news of this land travels quickly, as couriers bearing the news of my newly firmed contract run to the four corners of the swadian kingdom, and I was informed that currently the Kingdom of Swadia fought a war in two fronts, against the kingdom of Rhodoks, who apparently are rebels who separated themselves from swadian rule years ago, and the invading Kingdom of Nords, men from the seas of the north, bent on conquering and slaying whomever stands on their path, “Invaders”, this description chilled me to the spine, since It reminded the fate of my own people, so I asked Lord Grainwad for an assignment around that region, he told me that caravans were being raided in a constant basis by the Nordic lords, seeking the riches and taking away many men, both prisoners and dead, Grainwad tasked me to the town of Dhirim, where I could find out more about those very same raids. After a quick stop at the local blacksmith for a better quality quiver of crossbow bolts, we started our travel towards Dhirim, a journey that would take several days.
Day 11: Half way through our journey, we stopped to camp for the night, I was awakened by a very dark nightmare, one involving the fate of my homeland, and more disturbingly, my family.
Day 12: We met a Swadian caravan on the way to Dhirim, since we shared the same destination, I agreed to help escort the merchant to his destiny, in exchange for some gold, I got to get used to these jobs, being a mercenary isn’t much like what I had planned, but the situation dictates the needs, or so the sages say.
there goes the first chapters of my odyssey through calradia, a true Sword of Damocles novel! (be humble revan.)
Chronicles of Lady Myara, Antarian survivor of Legate Marius bloody campaign:
Day 1: Long journey, sorrowful as well, for me, and for all my soldiers, survivors of whatever was left of our homeland, after the long lasting war that claimed everything we called life, we found ourselves stranded in this strange land called Calradia, in a region the locals called “Lower Khergit steppes”, next to a large fortified city called Narra, It seems war is also plaguing this land, what other use a people would have for such tall walls? Our party has named me leader, considering how I turned that last battle from another bloodshed, to a silver of hope, escape, exile, so here it begins, my journey, and that of 40 other hardened soldiers of the once-great Antarian Empire. Our first step, is to travel to this Narra, and find out about what goes on in this strange land.
Day 2: We reached Narra, so I gave all soldiers a leave, in order to each one to seek their own solace of the hardships we endured, and also in order to find our next steps into rebuilding the old empire, and returning, hoping to avenge my homeland, and all others touched by the scourge of the Imperial Legion.
Most of my men head over to the Tavern, of course, for men, mead, ale, and some food are the quickest way to forget sadness, I myself head over there, but to inquire as how this land offers opportunities, dangers, rewards and punishments, a simple man whose name escapes my memory tells me the kingdoms are at a long bloody war, no side ever gaining sway over another, and that no peace agreement lasts long, and they are usually means for the kings to regather their armies to launch themselves at the bloody conflict once more, and those same kings are seeking mercenary companies, both native and foreign, in order to gain the much needed upper hand. According to that man, after a tip of around 30 gold coins (thankfully antarian gold serves in this region as good as their own currency) the Kingdom of Swadia in the north is the best opportunity since their king is known to flaunt their great wealth at their great capital of Praven, so its Praven our next destination.
Day 5: We travel northward towards Praven, my lieutenant affirms that the troops are concerned about food, And so I remember that we lost most of our supplies in the escape from the legions, so we planned to stop at a nearby village of Saren which belonged to a entirely different nation, one that called itself Kingdom of Rhodoks, but the scout sent reported that the village was plagued by bandits that forced the already poor villagers to give up any kind of supplies they could produce, despite the fact that the village was close to a mighty castle. I decide I wouldn’t stand up for such villainy, and order my troops to overtake the outlaws, and free the villagers. I hoped, as foolish as it may sound, I wouldn’t ever need to shoot that crossbow again…
Day 6: The villagers were thankful that we freed them from the bandits, supplied us with the food we needed so much, and some of their younger offered to join us, I figured that we’d need more people in order to feel safer.
Day 8 : Praven at last, Mighty town indeed, great walls, twice as mighty as Narra’s , it appeared at every joint and corner that it was the capital of this Swadian kingdom, as usual, we headed first for the tavern, which I met a very unusual madam as one of the patrons, she called herself Matheld, and was, to much chagrin of some men of this land, a soldier, and according to her own tale, born in the land of the Nords, and after seeing two of her sons killed in battles, decided herself to join a mercenary company, which coincidentally or not, I led, so I hired that woman to join me on our travels.
Headed to the castle in hopes of meeting the Monarch of this kingdom, one named Harlaus, but according to his men on the gates, he was in campaign against his enemies, and only a certain Lord Grainwad was present in the castle at the moment, who was in turn quick to offer me and my men (after a quite embarrassing meeting) a contract as a mercenary in service of the kingdom of Swadia, it appears that the lords of this land have more authority than in my old land, this would be interesting at least. Since Grainwad’s offer was exactly what I intended to seek with the King, I promptly accepted, and there I was. Lady Myara of the antarian empire, once a made a high lady of the emperor’s lineage, now found myself leader of a mercenary group, operating in a land we didn’t knew much about, working for a king I had yet to meet.
Day 9: Our first assignment! it appears that the news of this land travels quickly, as couriers bearing the news of my newly firmed contract run to the four corners of the swadian kingdom, and I was informed that currently the Kingdom of Swadia fought a war in two fronts, against the kingdom of Rhodoks, who apparently are rebels who separated themselves from swadian rule years ago, and the invading Kingdom of Nords, men from the seas of the north, bent on conquering and slaying whomever stands on their path, “Invaders”, this description chilled me to the spine, since It reminded the fate of my own people, so I asked Lord Grainwad for an assignment around that region, he told me that caravans were being raided in a constant basis by the Nordic lords, seeking the riches and taking away many men, both prisoners and dead, Grainwad tasked me to the town of Dhirim, where I could find out more about those very same raids. After a quick stop at the local blacksmith for a better quality quiver of crossbow bolts, we started our travel towards Dhirim, a journey that would take several days.
Day 11: Half way through our journey, we stopped to camp for the night, I was awakened by a very dark nightmare, one involving the fate of my homeland, and more disturbingly, my family.
Day 12: We met a Swadian caravan on the way to Dhirim, since we shared the same destination, I agreed to help escort the merchant to his destiny, in exchange for some gold, I got to get used to these jobs, being a mercenary isn’t much like what I had planned, but the situation dictates the needs, or so the sages say.
