2009 17 Jun

After the Battle

Author: admin Categories: Mac's Log

Stupid fools!  Thats what I have gone and teamed up with.  A bunch of thick head half-wits!  I gave them plenty of warning to get hidden, but did they listen…no!  Instead the scouting party that the invading army sent saw them scramble into their hiding places totally blowing any kind of ambush advantage we might of had! I am glad that there was only 15 or so soldiers to contend with otherwise we never would have survived.  And that is just what we did…survive.

They had sent a small force hoping to take us out.  Why would they not?.  We are nothing but a small rag tag bunch. And they were a small invading army.  To bad we had to spoil their fun. I had the pleasure of taking out one of the commanders.  Always nice to watch my bolt land in someone’s head and see them go down.  Over all I was surprised with the group. Even Steve and Mongo took out a few soliders before they ran and hid in the barn.  Here we are, a hastily formed defense and we were able to over come a group 3 times our size.  We even got a prisoner.  This should be fun.  I love asking questions…and removing fingers when I don’t like what I hear.


IMBECILES!  They decided to let the prisoner live! Morons!  The poor sap, Steve by name (what is it with the strange names, Steve must be common name around here or something), he will not be of much use to us and he cannot go back to his troupes.  I was surprised with how often he asked not to sent back to his troupes as if he wanted to be sent back.  I wasn’t buying it.  If he was going to die, I was going to do it.  And if he was trying to trick us into sending him back to rat us out to his commanders, well I too heard that story as a child, you can not fool me that easy.  Of course our captive is missing a few fingers so the interrogation was not a total loss.

Being a common foot solider I did not expect him to have a lot of information, but he did surprise me a little.  Defiantly gave us a real view on what we are up against.  There are now 40 some odd soldiers left to contend with camping about 20 minutes north of Dwivendale. Plus 20 or so archers.  Still had 4 commanders left and a Mage.  A Mage!!  There was something that we were not expecting.  Camped about 25 miles to the north east was other force in an other small farming village.  Their main force was at the port town of Dockndale were there is some where in the neighborhood of 400 soldiers.  We learned of how many centuries there are and how often they change.

All this information was very interesting and good to know but after a while I was getting board with the interrogation.  I grabbed Mongo and Steve and had them help me search the fallen soldiers for anything useful.  A few gold coins, several short swords which we ended up putting with the farm tools on the trenches, some armor (which Mongo and Steve took some of as Dave didn’t see fit to give his ONLY two warriors any) and magical long sword.  By this time the others had emerged from the barn and had started helping as well.  Ike took the long sword with out much challenge from anyone else.

Looking around it was discover that there were alley ways between some of the houses that could easily be used by the enemy.  It was decided that they needed to be blocked off.  There was some heated discussion as to how to go about it as time was not exactly on our side.  Bodies, I finally suggested.  Funny none of them thought of that before.  There were plenty laying around and what else were we going to do with them. Besides even the hardest of soldiers can break when faced with a pile of his fallen comrades.

As the others gathered the bodies I decided it was time to bring the fight to the camp at least a little.  Taking a few well chosen supplies with me I snuck out to there encampment.  Raid had taught me how to make fire bombs as a distraction.  I have decided this was just the time to create such a distraction.  And maybe take a few of their supplies out with it.

2009 16 Jun

Mac’s Log

Author: admin Categories: Mac's Log

Because Mac seems to be the only one among us to be keeping any kind of record, I have asked her to share her log with you all. Of course she simply smiled and flung the well worn book in my direction. “When you can translate it you can share it” she replied and laughed. It seemed that the whole thing was not only written in Elvish but also in code. Translation was not easy. But because I was there for most of what occurred I was able to convert most of it into common for everyone to enjoy. I have, of course, begun with the adventures we shared leaving all other entries alone. I really do enjoy living. -Glaedr

Day 25

It has been almost a month since I left home the small village. 25 days or more of nothing happening. I have through various small villages, picked numerous pockets-to only get by of course- and feasted on rabbits and other small game that I caught on the road. Not exactly what I had hoped for when I had set out on my own. But I know that one undertaking that will give me the satisfaction that I have been looking for will come in time. There is yet another small town just about an hours walk from my camp. If nothing else I can get see if I can pilfer a few more coins to aid in my journey.


Well it seems as though I have at last found something to do. This small farming village is to be the next foot hold for an invading army. And of course the Mayor, Dave by name, is not in favor of his people quartering soldiers or sharing their food-not that I can blame him. A few others have happened upon this settlement and have agreed to help out Dave. (What kind of name is Dave?) There is Ike a Tiefling Warlord-A human Paladin named Vinny Para (I would not want to be there when Vinny runs into a rust monster), Mongo and Steve- the best the village has to offer in way of help (great), Glaedr a <Please note I have taken out what she has to say about me. Lets just says its not nice-Glaedr> Dragonborn Fighter, and a Goblin Ranger who’s name I never learned. This should be interesting.


The scouting trip went well, not that the goblin was much help. Wannabe. Ike had organized a small envoy to see just what the army wanted. I had to chuckle a little at that. It is an ARMY, what did you THINK they want? But one must play by the rules I guess-Stupid politics. I turns out they wanted to take up residents in town. Just another stop in probably a long train of towns. I informed our small band of what I had seen. 86 soldiers, 4 commanders, half dozen or so tents, supplies, maps. The normal. The odds were with us, a small rag tag group 7 in total up against 86 soldiers. Impossible odds, my favorite kind. I was not willing to dine with Sehanie just yet. < If you are wondering Sehanie is the Goddess Mac worships-G> We had till sun up to prepare ourselves. Plenty of time. Glaedr had the idea to dig trenches to help guide the soldiers were we wanted them. Farm implements were added to keep the soldiers from walking over them. Ike’s contribution was two fire pits creating a wall on both sides of an invading army. I helped for a time but being out in the open with an army coming soon was making me fidgety. I took up position on top of one of the houses, with a chimney as cover. Which is were I sit and wait and write. The army has started to stir. Huh, sun up, I figured they would not give us that long, its only been about 2 hours. I give them another half an hour before there here. I hope we are ready.