ATTN: Col A. Wolfhaven
Echer’Naught Regional HQ
I hope the Light is guiding you my Friend, because with all that is happening in Farwatch, I fear the Light of Archanon, is coming quickly under siege. What follows are accounts of two of the Rangers of Farwatch, Nessius, and Soryn.
Journal Entry of Ranger Nytefyre
We opened the door and the walls exploded. Some kind of darkness creature stepped out and we had a really hard time dealing with him. He turned out to be some kind of shadow illusion. It was a spell called a phantasm. After we searched the rest of the place, we found one more trap. When we came out we found that they had taken 5 of the carts leaving us only two.
After getting horses and taking these back to the HQ, we opened the crates. They were filled with dark iron forged blades. hundreds of weapons forged of the toxic metal.
The guards told us where they were staying, so we headed over there in the morning. The buildings were not in the Dredges, which means that who ever had the smugglers stay there had the juice to push the merchant militia down. If this was in the Dredges no one would care but in this part of town it was significant.
We found the building from last night on fire so we obviously missed some evidence in our search and they wanted to make sure we didn’t find it. We were attacked when we went into the building by a rabble. After we beat them down we brought the leader home for questioning.
We started out gathering supplies and working on various things. Marek finally decided to train me in the arts of Arcmancy in exchange for more actively helping him to find a citadel to return his family. Getting a citadel is good for three reasons. We will keep it out of the hands of builders who will use it to evil, I will get to shoot builders in the face and there should be arctech for me/us to get in the name of the rangers.
Nessus got in a fight with bandits during patrol and the cat found a series of caravans were heading east toward Kator. She managed to fight off the attack and damage the cart enough to stop it. The priests of Camon were moving crysarium out of town in armored carts. We are going to take the cart and investigate. we know which way they were headed so maybe we can see. I am fairly sure that someone in this city is giving crysarium, from below to the prelacy. That’s some serious treason and I really hope it turns out to be cuntflap. Wolfbait is calling Thaleon back to the front for a push into the north. I don’t know if we are going with but that would be interesting anyway.
Journal of Nessius, Ranger of Farwatch
Location: Easttown, late at night, outside a non-descript house.
Derek and I looked back towards the flame and shadow surrounding the now empty doorframe. Mrrel was still recovering from her unintended flight across the alley.
Soren was already reading his weapons as I lept to my feet and readied my bow. The creature reacted first and charged partway across the alley, only to unleash a huge wave of only what can be called darkness.
It took a moment to shake off the darkness, but a feeling of weariness and decay stayed with me. I tried to shake it off and unleashed an arrow at the creature’s head. I watched as my arrow flew true and struck the creature in the head with an explosion of white silver. The creature roared and rocked back, but something struck me as odd. I couldn’t figure out what as a blast from Soren’s handcasters exploded against the creature. The beast reacted again, and still, something felt wrong.
Mrrel leapt to her feet, shouted “Not real!!!” and ran into the building. I was just lining up a second shot when Derek ran up to the creature, took a huge swing and swung completely through the beast.
I shook my head again, and then I could see my arrow lodged in the wall behind where the creature still appeared. Soren’s shots had taken out a good chuck of the wall opposite my arrow. Derek and Soren put their heads together for a second, and as one announced “illusion” or it so it seemed. As I thought more about it, the creature dissolved into nothingness. As it faded away we heard a voice echo throughout the alley, “You know, you are really starting to annoy me”. (Hey Brett, I can’t remember if SkellyHead talked, but if so, was it the same voice?)
We joined Mrrel in searching inside. As I walked in, she bounded towards a hole in the back wall. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and yelled “Trap!” It looked as if several people had bunked here, but suddenly left in a hurry. There were the marks of hasty packing and moving everywhere. Mrrel and I saw a dark shape disappear through the hole. I ran outside and watched the darkness rise from the ground and fly, fading to the south, moving much too quickly to track.
We searched the rest of the house, and it looked actually as if it were turned into a combination bunkhouse, warehouse and laboratory. In fact the hole in the wall was right near the laboratory section of the building. After finding nothing else of import, we went back outside to check on the guards we had left under the wagon. It turns out that while we were dealing with the trapped door & subsequent illusion, somebody had removed most of the wagons. Only two were left, including the one where we had stashed the unconscious guards, who were also still there. Derek & Soren took off to find horses to take the remaining wagons back to HQ, until we determined what to do with the poison. We placed the three guards to be interrogated further in the back of a wagon. Whilst Mrrel stood watch, I jumped back into a wagon to see if I could find out anything else. I was very hesitant to open one of the coffin shaped boxes after what happened inside the house, so I left them alone. They were really heavy regardless.
I jumped down, touched Mrrel on the shoulder and just about received a face full of claws for my trouble. Must remember not to startle Brinchie in the future. It could be hazardous to my health. Derek and Soren showed up shortly thereafter with 4 horses. Several of them shied away and became very agitated when I walked over to help. Apparently I’ve become rather infamous amongst horsekind. Great. I decided to walk back to HQ. About ½ way back, I was passed by the two wagons, with the horses bucking and making horrible noises as they recognized me. Grr….
Derek and Soren went off to interrogate the 3 guards since Soren spoke Malakaran and only one spoke any Galean. Mrrel and I went out into the courtyard with Darren to inspect the large boxes. We were just explaining to him about the traps and how were unsure exactly how to open them, when he produced a slim dagger and proceeded to pry the top off. Darien seemed to faint and fell back off the wagon and I felt a wave of sickness overtake me as it was revealed that the container was filled with back iron weapons. Well, that ended my involvement in the containers and wagons and horses, and screw everything, I headed off practice some archery for a while since that always seemed to help.
It turns out the 3 guards worked for Harkvale as well. We really need to meet that guy. Only one of the three guards had met Harkvale, the other two only stayed at a house around the corner from the warehouse/laboratory/bunkhouse we visited earlier. Also, Randall had met Harkvale at an unnamed tavern in the Dredges.
We decided to get a bit of rack time, as we were all yawning by now, and interesting things keep happening at night around here, unfortunately for the humans.
Several good hours of nothingness later, and we were gearing up to head out. Soren was called out to the gate by the merchant who was trying to procure more Crysarium for his handcasters. I never did find out the details of that conversation, but the merchant seemed to be satisfied with Soren’s responses.
As we neared the warehouse we visited early, we noticed that it was on fire, and very specifically, the laboratory area was on fire. And it wasn’t appearing to be spreading. And why the hell was it so quiet? The fire should be drawing a crowd at the very least. Good questions, and now we have to add them to the list.
I decided to stand watch out in the alley whilst the other three took a looksee inside the house. Derek kicked the door in, with weapons drawn, just in case. Nothing happened. It seemed dark inside. They disappeared inside, and for a bit, nothing happened.
I was minding my own business, contemplating my navel apparently when I noticed at the last moment, a sap heading towards my head. Quickly ducking, I yelled out “Ambush!!!!” towards the house, and prepared to defend myself.
The poor bastard who swung the sap at me was having a bad time of it. I almost wanted to give him directions but he might hurt some poor villager. He smacked the sap against the side of the building and it fell out of his hand. He then went to draw his sword and it went flying through the air as if thrown by the gods. I felt really badly for him, so I quickly swung my bow around my back and drew my short sword. Sadly, I almost dropped my sword because I was laughing, but I managed to keep control. Then, I stabbed him to put him out of his misery and was turning to face his friend when Mrrel appeared next to me and solved that particular problem for us. Shouts of reinforcements reached our ears seconds before 2 more men rounded the corners in front of Mrrel and I. 2 More showed up at the other end of the alley, and 2 archers appeared above us on the adjoining buildings. I blinked and Mrrel reappeared at the end of the alley in front of our two reinforcements. She yelled “RUN!” at them, and one took one look at the snarling, smoking furball with claws and swords sticking out, dropped his sword and ran screaming down the alley, back the way he came. The other just smiled and gave Mrrel a “bring it” gesture.
I let Mrrel have her bit of fun, while I took aim on the closest ranged threat from above. I slowly breathed to the count of 3 and let fly. My arrow literally disappeared into the man’s eye socket. He didn’t even have a chance to nock an arrow. Oh well. Soren and Derek exploded from the house next. Soren aimed at the other archer with his pair of handcasters, and two loud explosions later, the ranged threat was no more. Mrrel and her dance partner were batting at each other like little girls so I took aim again as they separated to try to regain an advantage and I released my arrow. I got him in the right eye this time as my arrow removed his head and pinned it against the wall. Not too bad. I turned back just to see Soren explode one and Derek beat down the last.
Two women were found inside, tied up and beaten, abused, and other things that should NEVER be done to womenfolk.
They did not seem to be very comfortable around anyone but Mrrel, so she took them back to HQ. We healed the last survivor and tied him up. Derek, Soren and I searched around the house, and indeed the rest of the block. It seemed like the entire area was turned into barracks for at least 30 men, but all were emptied in a hurry. We always seem to be a step behind.