Session One - The Awakening of the Spirit
Calistril 18 -
Today I leave Mendev and what remains of my family for Restov, to seek out a new home for our noble name. It is said that the Swordlords to the East are breaking into the wilds, in order to expand their territories. If fate be with me, then I will ride the tip of that spear and clear away the darkness. The name Gherig will be restored to glory by my actions. Iomedae has seen fit to bring this news to me and on morning of my ninteenth nameday, I will enter into the path of my fate.
Calistril 22 -
I arrived at Restov this day and have met with the Swordlords. In two days time they will convene all contenders for the wilds and assign the orders. This city feels as if it lives on the cusp of civilization. Even in Egede, the rabble were more contained and descent. Here it is as if all the civilities of humanity are falling off the edge of the world. My blade is desperate for the taste of the uncivilized. I will bring order to this darkened chaos.
Calistril 24 -
Iomedae turn a blind eye to the motley rabble that is met today! If these men and women be the future lords of this land, then this land may fall faster than the decline of Cheliax. I met one man of noble stock today, name of Char Barron. He rode a steed like he was born to it and had the air of command. He felt a man of my blood and background. I will keep my eye on him as I believe he could serve my cause well.
The Swordlords bestowed upon each company a Charter, tasking us with the duty of patrolling and exploring a tract of land. The horse lord and I should have no problem of this, but we find ourselves in league with a few footmen and this one chemist with not but a pair of plodding mules. I believe that these contracted men can accomplish the task ahead of us, but I must find the patience to accept them. If my fate is at hand, then these challenges will teach me of the ways of a lord. We leave for the wilds in but a few of days, may the sword of Iomedae blaze our trail.
Calistril 30 -
We arrived today at Oleg’s Trading Post and I find it to be an desperate refuge in a land of desperation. This former outpost remains as nothing but a shambled keep with defenses in complete disrepair. My one glimmer of hope was dashed when the catapults we spied on the walls turned out to be little more than rotted timbers. Worse still, not one amongst us has any skill with the repair of siege weapons.
Oleg, a hunched troll of a man, spoke not but a word to us as he tended to the repairs on his buildings. The accommodations here are akin to a form of torture, but it is said that a man must live low in order to rule upon high. No matter how many times I repeat this cause to myself, I still shudder at the though of sleeping here. My distaste for sleep may be a blessing from Iomedae, however, as Oleg’s burlish wife, Svetlana spoke to us of a likely bandit raid on the morrow. It is fortune already that the dregs of this forsaken Greenbelt come to me. It saves me the trouble of riding them down, myself.
Pharast 1 -
Today, we made our first cut into the ravenous wilds here in the Greenbelt. I clan calling themselves the Thorn River Bandits have been plaguing the goodly trading post and we have torn them asunder! Their wicked ways did not go unpunished, and save for a few that fled to spread the word of our arrival, and one sole surviving prisoner, we have rid the land of this cruel pack of dogs. My blade has tasted blood and it shall continue its swath through the underbrush until this land is safe for civilized man! The might of Gherig returns to the light!
Pharast 2 (Dawn) -
This night I awoke in a cold sweat. The dawn is yet hours away and I am as clear of mind as the full day. A dream as real as life has stirred me from my slumber and now, I fear, the meaning of my life is not what I foresaw upon my departure from Mendev. A great and beautiful spirit has presented itself to me, blinding me with her glorious power. Even now, as I wake, my eyes are pierced by her face. She warned me that the sins of my blood were strong and easily corrupted by power. She bade me follow her word or die by her sword. I have spoken her name in vain, in this chronicle, even. I have followed her falsely but as in life, she is compassionate and has seen fit to give me a second chance.
Look to your Sword, she said to me as she faded from my view, It will guide your hand. I have inspected it and I see her meaning. There is a dark vein running through the pristine steel. It is a mark that will not polish away. She has shown to me the blood of my ancestors, the blood that I must purify. I am blessed by her benevolence and will live my life on her path.
I see now the threats of Char had true weight. He has been sent to me as a compass, to help me find my way out of the wicked past. Temptation will be all around me in this horrid place, but I must find a way to clear the land and my soul, in accord.