Personal Record for Hopeless Wanderer
Krusard 5th, 14th year R Tolarc VI
Aboard the Tymora’s Cruise.
Now that the war is over and Prospicere established, I have fulfilled my promises to return to the Kungenmark. Our mission was two-fold: To return the entity known as the Machair (She who is known as Raphael) to her home and to return the sword Solenvrende to the King of the Kungenmark.
We gathered at Malebranche gate to begin our quest. The party consisted of:
Free-trader Captain Quadira: She is the captain of Tymora’s Cruise, a two-sail ballinger repurposed for scouting missions.
She who is known as Raphael: The entity that is the Machair of Stars.
Xaphic: The Rolanian Elf. For years he has been cursed to bear a magic sword of one type or another. With this quest we hope to remove his long burdens.
Dame Myriele Candinesia DuGrogen: Knight of Sigh and Defender of the Faith. There is something mystical about her, perhaps she has elven blood.
Ogare: recently revived leader of the Green Army. His essence has been encased in a suit of plate armor.
Starlin & Marten: two members of the Green Army and Ogare’s honor guard.
It took us nearly six weeks to crossed the Terrordark Sea and reach the Kungenmark. Since we desired to not draw attention to ourselves, we quietly docked at the ruins of the deserted elven port-temple. Oddly, one of the king’s men was waiting for us. He was Fjord Wargbane, an old ally of Xaphic who was there during the Machair’s awakening. He had been informed by the the giant Pandam that we would be landing.
At first it was difficult to talk with the barbarian but eventually we were informed that a curse had befallen the land in the form of another dragon:Marridt Drak, the Nightmare Dragon.
Marridt Drak had claimed the wilderness between the Machair and the villages of Man. He had infested men with nightmares so that many nights they did not sleep. The last few years had been cold and dark with little good fortune. Disasters hadn’t befallen the barbarians but neither had anything worked out well. In this sleepless malaise the people of the Kungenmark lived out their days.
We left Tymora’s Cruise and proceeded through the elven ruins. We came across Pandam and his two young wards lounging amid the temple grounds. The conversation was headache inducing. Xaphic kept on walking and tried to ignore them; a wise course. Pandam asked for a unspecific favor and then gave Quadira a Big Fish. She accepted this gift to the horror of myself and Xaphic.
At this point we decided that we needed to go directly to the Machair of Stars and avoid the forests. We returned to Tymora’s Cruise and sailed three days around Imperious Horn to the Machair.
Upon arriving, Quadira and Wargbane posed as pyrates wishing to negotiate with Bylor Drak. The wolves of the Machair escorted them to the White Dragon. They found her altered, listless like the men of the realm. Quadira offered Bylor Drak Pandam’s Big Fish. This startled the dragon and she vehemently rejected it. But from this incident it was learned that she was guarding a prisoner. A powerful prisoner. She allowed Quadira and Wargbane to visit this prisoner who turned out to be an Avatar of Amelak. He and Bylor Drak were captured by the Nightmare Dragon and so too was the Machair of Stars. He asked to be freed.
With this knowledge we left Bylor Drak’s lair and sailed south to the end of the Machair where we prepared for She who is Raphael to mystically take back the land. When she stepped upon the Machair she could feel Marridt Drak’s dominance and he could sense her. We had only a few minutes to prepare for his arrival. He bolted out of the dark clouds breathing shadows. Starlin & Marten were killed instantly and their life-force was used to create wraiths that attack us. The shadows clawed at our bodies and mind. And then the dragon was upon us with claw and fang. It was made of shadow and no normal weapon could damage it. But Ogare and She who is called Raphael are not normal. Navigator could also damage the creature. But we were not able to overcome the fierceness of the dragon and fell, injured and dying.
Dame Myriele used her faith to ward her blades and the weapon of Wargbane. Together they dispatched the wraiths and then she revived Ogare and She who is called Raphael. During this time Xaphic drew the Sunsword and set upon the Nightmare Dragon. The Sunsword was the dragon’s bane. Shadows fell away from the creature as it went from destroying us to fighting to survive. Xaphic jumped upon the creature’s back and plunged the sword into its back. The two rolled together as the dragon flailed about trying to claw and bite the elusive elf. The rest of the party then set upon the creature. However the creature was able to disengage and fly up to breath shadow again. We were densely packed and the dragon above us so this attack would have been devastating. However, Wargbane leapt up and severed the dragon’s head from its body before it could unleash its devastation.
Dame Myriele revived me at this point and we had only a few minutes to recuperate when Bylor Drak swooped down amid us. We turned to prepare against the ice breath we knew was coming but instead she told us to return to her lair. When we arrived, she informed us that she was leaving to find a new territory. Bugbears were packing up her treasures and hauling it away on mammoths. Bylor Drak would not be returning. The wolves were tied to the Machair so they would be staying, serving a new master.
Bylor Drak then surprise us by presenting two infant dragons: one grey and one black and silver like the Machair. One would stay upon the Machair but the grey dragon would go to the elves of the White Tower.
This left us with the dilemma of the prisoner. After some debate and listening to his pleas, we decided it best to keep him contained and left him in his jail of ice.
Xaphic and the Machair then summoned King Lief Thorinsen to return Solenvrende to him, after a bit of uncomfortable testing. The king made Worgsbane a thane in thanks for his service. Our missions were thus completed.
We have contained chaos. We have repelled evil. We have returned things back to their proper order while gaining a better understanding of our world. Now we sail back to home to go our separate ways.
Demonsque 58, 14th year R Tolarc VI
I have returned Dave to his room so he can heal and have officially taken up my duties as Seneschal of Prospicere. I am now writing from the southern most point of a new country, a reborn kingdom. I have left behind my old comrades: People from different backgrounds and with different beliefs and different lives from me. And yet I think of them as friends. I do not know what the future holds: more adventures? A long life of domestic duties? I do not know if I will ever travel with these comrads again~~Looking across my room, I see my traveling kit: My old log books, My well-worn pack, and new raptor-leather boots freshly acquired. It would not be right to let those resources go to waste ~