A Life Full of Adventure

Continued from the Journal of Tor'endirathelevellon to His Lady Ariel, Queen of the Elves of the Wood Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang but a whimper. It is because you have seen first-hand the ravages of chaos and beastmen that I feel confident telling you what I witnessed in the basement that night. The beasts of the wood a fell and foul creatures, indeed, but the pure, palpable evil of these human cultists make beastment seem perfectly natural. As we stared into the macabre ritual taking place, I could feel part of my spirit, my very essence, sucked out of me to fuel rite. Trying my hardest to ignore the chill of evil, I shot as rapidly as possible toward the one-eyed Gregor in a vain attempt to forestall future events. Two arrows struck the man and hardly seemed to slow him from his chaotic murmurings. Blood erupted from my arrows' wounds, but it was not the red blood we expect from humans. It was a sickly dark colo...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Dinner included the two meat choices, goose or venison. Having previously indicated I would eat the venison, I had to think of an excuse to instead have the goose. My brain was not cooperating, and the excuse was a bit forced, but the servers seemed to accept my change of heart without malice. The lord of the manor was surprised at my change of heart, but there were other things to hold his attention instead. We met the librarian, called Otto, who offered the library's services to us at our convenience. The lord was also very agreeable to our use of the library, and it was at this point that we noticed he was not behaving according to the character we had come to expect of him. Lord Aschaffenberg was said to be a proper and serious man, and this had been our experience with him thus far. However, at the dinner he was lacking in propriety and making disparaging racial japes. It was clear that the "goose is good" message meant that the venison...

Continued from the Journal of Tor'endirathelevellon to His Lady Ariel, Queen of the Elves of the Wood Part 1 Part 2 We continued our exploration into the forge. The fire had died, and the place was completely unused since the dwarf had been injured. Hidden in a corner was an elaborate carrying case which looked to have been forced open. Inside was the imprint of the injured dwarf's warhammer. We were unable to ascertain whether Sister Sonja forced the case open to retrieve the hammer at the dwarf's request or if the case was forced open by others upon the grounds who had been looking for it. After the forge, we looked around the garden shed. It was here that I found an herbal patch with disturbing vegetation. One root I found is used for easing symptoms of the Black Plague. Another is  used to clot blood. But a third root is a soporific poison used to dull the senses of those who ingest it. The root causes some dizziness and drowsiness as well. The smell of the...

[Note: There are spoilers below. Beware if you think you may play this adventure in the future.] Inside the gates we were met by armed guards and escorts. These humans seemed to have no trouble believing the story that we were just hired porters, regardless of the carnage we just left outside the lodge’s gate. Apparently humans believe all elves and dwarves are capable of such talented displays of battle. They are wise in this one regard. The man Vern Hendrick led us to the lord of the manor, Rickard Aschaffenberg. He was a jovial, welcoming human, large as a bear, and wearing an ermine robe that one would think he caught for himself.  The lord led us on a tour of the house and offered to let us have the rest of the night off from our job as porters in order to recover from the battle outside the gate. In reality, he wished us to spend this extra time getting to know the staff and investigating them unobtrusively. He invited us to dinner later that night, at which time we...

From the Journal of Tor'endirathelevellon to His Lady Ariel, Queen of the Elves of the Wood My Lady, I wish to write to you of the beginning of my adventures amongst the humans. It may be difficult to understand, but I know you will pass no judgment in the fact that my first companion in these strange lands is of the dwarven race. He was a boatman who brought me into the city of Ubersreik and a talkative one at that. He talked of the river and the city we were going to and of how we should team up and leave the drudgery of piloting boats behind to find fortune and adventure. He showed no hostility and made no references to the War of Vengeance that I could discern with my rudimentary knowledge of the human language. It will come to pass that his friendship offering of his was mutually beneficial to our very survival. This dwarf, who is called Stedd Grimwald, brought me the very next day to a listing of work opportunities posted in the center of town. I have not fully maste...

Torendir*  is a wood elf Waywatcher from Athel Loren.  He was sent out into the Empire by the wood elf queen to better get to know the humans and the human civilization. The underlying purpose for this quest is to gain a better understanding of this prolific race that battles constantly against the forces of Chaos. There may come a time in the future when such knowledge, and any alliances made during this time, could be extremely useful. He   has spent most of his life to this point patrolling the periphery of the forest. His days are spent tracking intruders, and then warning them off (or killing them) with his bow. He is also a keen observer of the world around him. What he's not particularly good at is social interaction, with only a basic knowledge of Reikspiel. His communication with others in the forest is made up of very few words which accent the hand gestures used for communication of tactical information. Age:  67   Weight:  115   Heigh...