Security Council pt 4

Gyles looked at Raven and shook his head…

“no one else in the army knows of this meeting, who is here and that we exist… they think we are talking about specific strategies for the Dwarf Stronghold battle that have been pre-approved by War Council… truth be told… I don’t trust everyone on the War Council or civilian council” Gyles took a long sip of water, Sir Venus spoke up

“I don’t know if I am comfortable with secret meetings without civilian or war council oversight”

“If our allies were to get wind of this…” Nigel said “… this could blow up in our faces… though I do see cause for the council to exist”

“I think the information is important… but I am not sure who or how this should be overseen, though it should be overseen” Vulcanna added

Gyles looked around the table as a discussion of ethics broke out… eventually the Halfling turned to Raven and spoke, deftly changing the topic of discussion for the moment

“A of A needs to recall the shoes, not me… but I imagine that off the bat we will have issues, most men give worn out shoes to civilians after they get new ones… not easy to get back… if we pull back boots in those numbers we will need replacements in a hurry… not possible pre Stronghold… post stronghold if we dedicated resources to it, we could have 98% back within a month. As to the weeding them out… first I would need authority from this council… or higher… to start…’handling cultists’ in the command of our allies, that and a budget that could fund that kind of endeavor I do believe whoever does this job that it should be one united force… if the Imperials weed out their own and the trolls weed out their own and ect… one will be weaker or stronger than others and it will leave cracks to slip through… one unit that takes on the entire A of A… that makes more sense”

“Now before I speak on other security issues… does anyone have anything else to weigh in on here?”

To be continued

Security councile Raven edition pt. 1

“It’s a good Idea this security council but what are the details?” raven asked “Who knows about it? Is it all your doing? were other generals involved in its inception? Just some stuff to mull over as these things will inevitably become important in the future. As for the cult of cuthulu I see no problem with your dealings with them. It needs to be purged like a gangrenous limb. People need to be educated about the truth of it not left in the dark to be seduced by lies or blackmail. Anyone who would willingly follow the cult needs to be purged from the army as they are to dangerous to stand beside in battle or to be trusted with any other task. and by purged of course i mean killed.” He paced slowly around the chamber. he would not let inaction caused by moral debate let this plague destroy millions more lives. “Have the shoes recalled I don’t care the logistics unless it makes us lose the war. He is trying to gain worship through brand recognition. The more respect his name the more power he has. This cult is in my view the most important issue besides the actual war and should be treated as such. I for one would like to hear others opinions on this and wouldn’t mind taking the rest of the day to hear the rest of the items This astute young man has gathered for us to observe.”

on to someone else

Security Council PT 1

1st of Sunsebb – 9:09am – Senate Chamber of Rehume

Security Council Meeting

Attendance: Torrent Nigel, Queen Selwyne, Head Moredakka, Vulcanna Stone, Raven Everlast, Chief Orin, Avatar Anamachara, Avatar Aleau, Avatar Hansel, Gyles, Sir Venus.

Gyles began the meeting double checking the room was indeed secure before turning to the assembled group, he then strode to his small desk and began shuffling through pages

“Why are we here Gyles?” Anamachara huffed “I’m not even on the war council, and Sir Alana and Strahd are still missing” Gyles looked up at the Avatar and shook his head solemnly

“This is not a war council meeting Avatar… this is a Security Council meeting, very different”

“What Security Council? There’s no such thing” Sir Venus put out, again the little Halfling shook his head

“There is now, I have just formed our Security Council… congratulations on your appointments and such” Gyles said as he at last finished his task and looked to those assembled. Hansel sighed in annoyance

“Just explain why we are here please Gyles, quickly”

“Yes, yes, of course… uh… let’s see… well in my work…” he looked at Sir Venus and Raven “… which is classified… I tend to come across some information, and while it doesn’t really affect Rehume or the church as an individual it can have huge global consequences and certainly affects the A of A as a hole… and so I decided a council needed to be aware of these goings on and decide what if anything can or should be done about them… I selected the people with influence or power enough to make these decisions as well as a random representative base from the A of A who will not be in an immediate conflict of interest; I have 47 items to discuss, but I will offer a few examples and you can decide if this council is required or not, if not I will continue my work here in Rehume on disturbed, if yes… I will show this council all my findings…

Example 1 – C’thulu Cult – between the sightings of this new Void Queen – intermittent sightings and assassinations by Mr. Wesley in Don-Ton and Chistles Point and increased occult activities in almost all A of A camps we can only conclude that an active C’thulu recruitment campaign is underway… decisions need to be made about routing out these cults, finding what’s going on and also PR on limiting others who want to join… this enemy is in our city’s… in our camps and among us… it can strike from within at any time… I believe they are behind the missing 5 of Dumathion and I believe they are building up to something very large… stolen bulk items in Tukin just in the last four weeks include Candles, Incense, Sea Salts, high quality paper and chalks…”

“Wait a minute…” Selwyn interrupted “… how do you know what items were stolen from stolen from Tukin, and how do you even have this time frame?” Gyles looked a little sheepish as he stared down at his notes

“Uh…. Look I think we are getting off topic, the point I am making is all these items are ritualistic in nature, and the amount indicates many many small rituals or one very large one… I have not been able to track the thefts in Chistles Point, but we have to assume this is a larger issue, one that quickly could be a very real threat.

Now I have taken action here in Rehume as best one can… in last six weeks the city as eliminated 214 suspected cultists…”

“What?” Nigel burst out “216 people, in our city?”

“Define the word eliminated” Hansel asked… again Gyles mopped his sweaty brow

“Look… we can go on all day about whether or not it is right to go through peoples garbage, and follow them without them knowing or interrogate them… but at the end of the day I will have you know that we have less than a 3% margin of error and that we have very credible intel and have made strides to keeping underground cults from growing in our population… We need to take A of A wide precautions… I have case files on possible corrupted fey who may now be spies for HIM… or of dwarves and Dactyls who are practicing dark rituals in Imperial Camps or why 3.0741% of Honalains are suddenly gaining magic back at an huge rate and yet on Thursdays and Sundays from 1am to 3am their whereabouts cannot be accounted for… I also have theory’s… and granted these are just theory’s but they should be investigated… like In the last three months a new cobbler has arisen and managed to resupply 1/3 of A of A footware… They have aglets for laces… aglets! The true purpose for these things are sinister!”

“Isn’t that just where the laces go?” Aleau asked… Gyles huffed in disbelief at her ignorance
“ ‘where the laces go’ huh… what about the brand of shoe… the brand is called R’lyeh, ring a bell? And just who’s making them? I don’t know… I can’t find invoices, warehouses, or distributors… they just end up with the cargo between teleport circles and get distributed… isn’t that odd… or the fact that .01694% of all A of A magical transmissions are not getting through… that is way too high of a margin of error, someone is intercepting these calls… or what about the fact that since miracle day the number of A of A members that site their favorite colour as blue has risen by a shocking 62%…. 62% PEOPLE… THAT’S NOT NORMAL”

“Easy…” Nigel said in a smooth voice as Gyles began to huff and puff “Just calm down a minute their Gyles… you’ve done good, now why don’t you give us a minute to talk about this and figure out our next steps” Gyles looked at Nigel and nodded slowly, he was breathing heavy and sweaty from his exertions… but was happy that at last people would take security seriously

To Be Continued?

NEWS Update

The News – common knowledge or rumors circulated from the troops that would work their way to any leaders

35th of Ready’reat

Chistles Point Needs Police

o Mayor Matron Brina of Chistles Point would like to have a meeting with Command leader of the Dwarven Imperials, the Stones Army and Kelezandri’s Navy after the stronghold invasion. Theft and crime are on the up in Chistles Point and the Mayor feels that a unified police system would cut down on investigation errors or criminals slipping through the cracks. When asked a Bosun in Kelezandir’s Navy said this “We are fighting a war, it’s nice the Mayor wants to sit around and play house, but our fighting men are needed on the line saving lives not wandering the streets of friendly cities chasing misbehaving kids”

The Chosen 5 of Dumathion are Still Missing

o Early evidence leads us to believe that cultists, either Air or C’thulu, are behind it. A special task force of Hithilum Investigators and Dwarven Imperials has been assigned to find and recover the missing five.Princess Yolonda is said to be on the task force and had this to say “I will find the 5, and if you are behind this, you better hope to Hithilum you aren’t around when I get there!”

An Titanic Expedition left Chistles Point

o Over 100 volunteers departed from Chistles Point to find the Titan Elysium, the expedition is led by Brennus Ironclout of the Stones army. “We need the Titan now more than ever, the Great Granite will lead the way, we just have to trust him”

Is Kelezandri out of Bears?

o “No” according to Commander Tibbers, but no bears have been handed out to waiting children for the last four days… What’s Up With That? When asked Governor Varrick said this “How could we possibly run out of bears, it’s kinda what we do, now do you know what we are out of? Hard working laborers… you know what we have a lot of? Annoying little people who stir up shit, I’m thinking this problem could be solved right here and now if we just…” (our reporter left before finishing the quote)

A New Friendlier Don-Ton?

o Rehume and Don-Ton seem to have become closer allies with three new trade deals being signed in rapid succession. Don-Ton has also signed special permission to allow the church of Kelezandir to build four Shrines and a Church within the city. All this stems from what Torrent Nigel calls “a war bond” between himself and Lord Strahd von Zarrovich. The Torrent himself with the aid of Lord von Zarrovich has recently purchased a minor dock within the free city of Don-Ton. What will this relationship mean for the future? Are you comfortable with these two mega powers being so friendly?

Smith Complains Racism for Best Materials.

o Erick Benny Garrison is on record at Chistles Point arguing that the Everlast and then the dwarves get first pick when it comes to crafting with superior materials, leaving humans who want to challenge themselves and expand their skills behind. Mayor Brina of Chilstles Point comments that “in times of war we cannot take risks on new craftsmen when we have Masters available to us, resources are allocated based on skill not race”. What do you think, are the fey and dwarves leaving humans behind?

Dwaven Imperials Making Headway in the South.

o Large troop movements in the south continue to happen, the nature and location of the missions in unknown, but this appears to be the largest troop engagement since the founding of the A of A, Hrock, Dwarven Stronghold, or opening overland travel to the Fire Nation are all potentials of where we might be headed next. A of A War Council has said troop movements are classified and we should “Stop Asking”

Wizard Returns?

o Strange reports of a blue throated thrush have arisen in the Isles north of Equestira, why is this important, because some think this is the very same thrush that was Entarez’s familiar. Many believe since the loss of Entarez and Dalathan the A of A has groped blindly without magical guidance, could this be changing things? Has one of the founding A of A wizards returned to us?

TROLLs- Monsters or Really Angry Humans

o Recent social studies by the Dactyl known as Borgon Du’Loth says that trolls have feelings, thoughts and even complex emotions. “These creatures are sentient and should have the same rights and privileges of any other race within the A of A”. The elf known as Dr Ivanis Go’Durath states however that trolls were grown and created, and thus though they may have some semblance of emotions and feelings are not truly alive, “people should remember that constructs and trolls are valuable tools, but are just tools and nothing more”. What do you think?

C’thulu Cults – Are They Coming to Get Us?

o Yes, yes they are. Reports of shadowy cults have arisen in Tukin, Pelegious, Chistles Point, Don-Ton, Crymeeria and High-Port. The A of A has yet to release any information on what kind of danger these cults pose and how they should be identified or if they are even outlawed. Be careful and watch your children, cause if you aren’t you better believe the cults are!


o #1 on the A of A most wanted list is James Weasley (picture seen here) if you see him do not approach, report all findings to any A of A soldier. Information leading to his capture is subject to a reward of 100,000 GS from Fluid Dynamics in Rehume. He is to be considered very armed and very dangerous.

ELF is RIGHT with Rights?

o Lady Alease continues to file requests to King Francis for him to give her back the city of Pelagius. Currently it appears the A of A has refused to weigh in on the manner. Lady Alease recently hired a Don-Tonian law firm (Crane, Pool and Schmidt) to aid her in lawfully regaining her city. While the Elven nation of High Port has not specifically offered aid to her, support for the Elven noble appears to poll high among other high elves.

Panoptic Laboratories Due to Open Within the Month

o “it is with great pride that this institution of learning opens bringing us into an new age of enlightenment” those words are from Master Gery Windson, a high ranking official in the Church of Kelezandri and soon to be Dean of the new university in Chistles Point.


o What is in the honey to make it so good? No one knows but Ray Layota Honey is sweeping across the A of A as the treat of choice for 82% of A of A troops. The Honey fields are in an undisclosed northern location. Rumors continue to abound about cruel and unusual treatment of honey farm workers and an odd honey related religion on the rise in the area, but so far people don’t seem to care as long as the golden honey keeps flowing.

  • A New Princess in Tukin?*

o Theiraqule, said to be the daughter of King Lemeath has arrived in Tukin, will she be taking the crown? Who is this person? What does it mean for the governance of the Knightly City? So far no word has come, but the beautiful princess has been seen walking the city in the company of both Sir Ambrose and Raven Everlast. When asked who this person was and what it meant for Tukin, Sir Ambrose is quoted as saying “Who the heck are you? Why do you want to know? mind your own business”

Respected Knight takes a Knee?

o Sir Myles of Oula is said to be very ill, he has spent the majority of the last two years attempting to build an ocean based outpost south of Don-Ton, the elderly Honalian was rushed back to Tukin this week and placed in the care of theMerciful Healer Eir to see to his ailments. Sir Myles is well respected amongst the leadership of the A of A and many of the Honalians, his daughter Sir Alana has returned to Tukin to be by his side during these trying times… gifts and well wishes can be sent to the Tukin church of Gabriele addressed to Sir Myles and will be sent to him from there.

War Hero Left out in the Cold

o After valiantly fighting in the Rune Wars, rumor has it Sir Keaton was not admitted to the Tukin hospital with the rest of the wounded, but rather was left in the fields outside the city until transport to a cleric in Rehume could be arranged. It appears there is no end in sight to the high and mightiness of the knights of Tukin. When asked about this Sir Keaton shrugged it off and said “I received all the aid I required and have fully recovered, thanks for worrying but I am fine” we know he is just being nice though, they should treat you better Keaton!

Is the Void Queen Truly Gone? Is She?

o Vulcanna may have settled down on Hyuki Island but someone has been showing up as the Void Queen. Reports from fey in the Evermoors and Pelegious guards say that an individual matching the Void Queens description has been seen in the woods perverting local flora and fauna. No official word from the A of A on this yet.

Queen Gone too Human?
o Queen Selwyn may not be an Angel anymore but is being human ok? Many dwarves in the Imperials aren’t too sure, the general consensus being to wait and see if their King even recognises her when he gets back. In the meantime rumors about her ability to lead now that she is human have been circulating. The Queen still has her generals and Dactyls however and talk of munity is treason during war time, whisper carefully boys.

Unraveling Royalty

o In this segment we try to make sense of who is royal
 King Yolo Giant Slayer – Born a commoner, but picked up an axe that makes him a King in his culture… but only if recognised by the council of thanes; although he has a large army and county, by his own law he is not yet royalty
 King Francis of Pelagius – Voted by other nobles to Kingship but the title may be hereditary, we won’t know until he passes.
 Queen Selwyn – Married to King Yolo – see King Yolo
 Princess’s Soshana and Yolonda – See King Yolo
 Princess Theirqule – Daughter of King Lemeath, though was not recognised during his life nor has she been crowned or claimed royal status
 Lord Strahd – a Knight granted elevation by former King of Don-Ton. Not of Royal Blood
 Head Mordakka – earned rank by combat, no royalty within culture
 Governor Varrick – appointed by the church, not heredity or royalty
 Mayor Brina of Chistles Point – Elected by stake holders – term of office 10 years not hereditary or royal
 Chief Orin – Earned by education and election – non hereditary non royal.
 Mayor Galeb or Crymeeria – elected non royal
 Elder Thnock of North Hutt – elected non royal
 Fey Prince Everlast – who knows


32nd of Ready’reat- Winterhaven- 1:03am

The sweet musky aroma of love drifted through the room, as Raven filled his lover. She was insatiable, and he was not at all far behind. The two rolled about on the fur rug each playfully wrestling in passionate need to get further inside the other, to be more one, more a part of the other. This would be their forth romp, the wine and two other bottles were long gone, and yet they did not tire, if anything they seemed to feed on each other’s energy. Raven had been surprised at first, he had not expected the gratification, the passion and the need to be so great. He enjoyed Soshana and cared for her deeply but also knew she was inexperienced in the ways of the flesh; today however she performed better than any lover he’d ever experienced. While he had collected wine after their first coupling he had even gone so far as to cast a couple spells to confirm she was indeed Soshana. She was no impostor and he was smitten. They rolled again as he mounted her and began to rut with deep routed passion; he grinned as he heard her cry out in ecstasy her pitch rising by an octave with each successive plunge. Raven closed his eyes enjoying the blissful engagement, allowing the woes of the world to melt away in a singular moment. He opened his eyes as he approached his finish and then noted a queerness. As he thrusted the lights seemed to flicker. He experimented again, thrusting in deeply, the lights in the room dimmed, he withdrew slightly, the room illuminated more fully. ‘That shouldn’t be happening’ he thought, ‘the fire, the candles, they are all magical’ he thrust forth again and once more the room dimmed. His eyes flashed gold as he continued albeit somewhat distracted. As he continued to love her the more with her he was the more the magic in the area seemed to waver. It was magically, emotionally, cosmically the most interesting thing he had ever witnessed; until understanding dawned upon him, and like that he withdrew from her and crawled back quickly examining himself and her. Soshana propped herself up on her elbows looking at him quizzically

“What’s wrong Raven? Why did you stop?” Raven looked at her very seriously before responding

“Sorry, I just need to make sure of something” he said while thinking ‘I need to consider these ramifications ’


32nd of Ready’reat – Chistles Point – Deck of the Stubby Narwhale – 4:04am

“Wasn’t sure I was gonna see you boys before we shoved off” George said as he stepped forward shaking the hands of Val Thacoor and Lee -Sun Shikame.

“Well it did take us some digging to get everything sorted, we appreciate your patience in the matter. Where are you off to anyway?” Val asked

“Haven’t you heard my boy? We are fighting a war, all of Kelezandri’s Battle Ships need to report to the Rhône within two weeks, the battle waits for no one man” George said in good humor, the Rogues seasoned eyes watching his men prepare to make way even as he spoke.

“Well, again on behalf of the White Raven’s you have our thanks” Val said turning to leave, he made it half a step before he felt the Captains hand on his shoulder, the grip was firm though not overtly threatening

“Your thanks is most welcome, your intel however is required” George said. Val put a sheepish look on his face and shrugged, both men knew he had to try, and so long as he fessed up now both understood it was good natured. George ushered the two to his cabin offering them seats, once settled it was then that the Val began to speak

“So of the three Dactyls and two dwarves most were petty criminals, gambling debts, drunkards, maybe scrapping… way too small to be considered for a serious hit. One of the dwarves however happened to be a private in the Dwarven Imperials 32nd Dact Hammers, the Grubby Loins Company. It had been his idea to try the attack. Apparently he was in his Corporals bad books and thus thought that this somehow could make things better.” George poured himself a stiff drink while listening, he held the bottle offering it to his guest, Val nodded accepting a shot, Lee-Sun silently refused.

“Why would attacking a White Raven put a loser Private in his Corporals good books?” George asked.

“Good question, one we asked ourselves. When we went to investigate the Corporal, we found he had been transferred to Tukin in a real hurry and was being placed with a contingent heading to the Dwarven Stronghold. All this was done real quietly and only after the Private had been pronounced AWOL and the Corporal interviewed as to why. The person who conducted the interview was Captain J’Hroc a Dactyl with a decent reputation as a man who can get things almost anywhere”

“He is known to me, we’ve had dealings before” George put in

“Anyway he has had a number of sudden meetings with the 32nd’s Colonel, one Narth DoomBitter. It appears, and mind you we are operating off of shaking evidence that the Colonel put it to his men that he had received indication from ‘on high’, whatever that means, that the White Ravens were to be made to feel uncomfortable in Chistles Point, that led to various men in the command interrupting this in different ways” Val stopped and took a sip of his drink as George processed the information.

“That would explain the higher degree of law enforcement wandering Boytano Bay area, and why my non Honalain fellows have been having trouble with them. Who is the Colonel? He must be new if I don’t know him”

“He is, was given command of the 32nd’s just two months ago; not much to tell of him, he is a pretty loyal by the book fellow, but is a bit of a religious nut, huge into Hithilum and Dumathion, has his men bend a knee in respect at the holy hours each day, had a little shrine in his office and at home, even believes the Queen is the Holy incarnation of Hithilum and the only way to heaven” Val said. George leaned back and ran his hand through his hair

“Great, another religious nut in charge, just what this place needs, so what’s the deal then?”

“Best we can figure is that the moon glinted wrong or he dropped a hammer at the wrong time or took a shit and it smelled different and now the bastard thinks the his god wants the White Ravens out of the city.”

“So what’s the play? I don’t need you fellows taking out a Colonel right before a major battle, that’s not where we need to be focused right now” George warned

“Shouldn’t need to come to that… we figure we’ll pass the word on to Raven that this nut has misinterpreted something from his god, he’s super close to the Queen and her family…” the three smiled each having an idea of how close in one particular case. “… we just get him to get the Queen to tell this guy to back off or give him a different sign or whatever. Arthorn is recovering, and the bastards who attacked him are dead, thank you…” he lifted his glass to George who nodded in return “… so I think Raven will be willing to leave it at that” George drained his glass and stood reaching forward and shaking each of their hands again

“It all sound very reasonable, almost too reasonable to be followed” he grinned at the two “It has been a pleasure gentlemen, please let Raven know that Arthorn is welcome down here anytime, and give him my best”

“Of course Rogue,” Val said standing and returning the shake, with that he and Lee-Sun left the cabin and ship while the Stubby Narwhale made way for Rehume and then the Rhône .

Love is Strange PT 2

31st of Ready’reat – Winterhaven – 9:54pm

Raven was tired, not necessarily physically, he didn’t need sleep, but mentally he was exhausted, the endless stream of paper work that seemed to spew from the bowels of Crane, Pool and Schmit was mind numbing. He had to admit, they seemed to know their trade as a lot of their documents accounted for tiny minutia that any sane person would shrug off. Raven shuddered at the thought of having to back in their at least three more times. He debated briefly going to his forge to relax but thought better of it and started working his way towards the study. Theiraqule had taken him up on his offer to teach him/her of human culture and being, Raven was sure he had a book of the customs and traditions of Tukin, it might be worth studying up and starting there. He paused outside the study for a moment hesitant, the room was slightly warmer, a glow from under the door told him the fire place and maybe a lamp were lit within. He knew the girls were already asleep, his apprentices didn’t stay in the main castle and none of his companions were currently residing in Winter Haven. He took a deep breath reciting the old saying “step one identify the trap, step two…” with that he opened the door.

The study had a warm glow about it, the fire was burning low with a few other candles casting light from the mantel, the book shelves made the room feel more intimate as did the large bear skin rug between the two comfy chairs. There, standing between the chairs; completely nude, holding two glasses of wine stood Soshana. Raven swallowed noticeably before speaking, she was the picture of beauty.

“Soshana, what brings you… ah…. Here” Raven shook the stray thoughts from his head, the fact that this girl, no, this women could tongue tie him made her all the more desirable to him.

“Well, I was talking to Prometheus. He said if you wanted something in this world, and thought it would bring you happiness, you shouldn’t let the little things get into the way” she took a seductive step forward and offered him a glass of wine. Raven took it

“Prometheus is very wise” he said before taking a sip of the wine “but your mother…”

“Mom’s not here right now, the only people I see is you and me… unless you would rather talk about her?” she asked all too innocently. Raven drained his glass

“This is going to cause trouble…” he said as he placed his glass on an end table and took her into his arms and began to kiss her passionately.


27th of Ready’reat – Narwhale Saloon, Chistles Point – 10:42pm

George Cooper sat back with his feet on the table; as he stretched he took a long slow draw from his pipe as he surveyed the two who sat before him. Val Thacoor and Lee-Sun Shikame sat across from him sipping their ale, both had been dropped off earlier by Gemeni when she had come to pick up Arthorn. The Everlast wished words with the young Arthorn and wanted to personally see to his healing; these two had been sent to replace him during his recovery and to investigate; that was of course assuming that George gave them the nod. Even the White Ravens had the knowhow and respect to gain permission before openly operating in one of his cities.

“So, you’re here to stir up a hornets nest and cause me no end of grief, that about sum it up?” George asked, reaching over for his lucky tankard and taking a long pull. His question was directed at the bearded human named Val

“Not if we can help it my Rogue” the man’s response brought a grin to Georges face, he liked people who did their research and folk who knew how and when to use the right honorific. The man continued “I don’t want to be here any longer than I need to be, but someone targeted one of ours, we have to know who, and why” George nodded to the words as he sat up

“That’s fair, but I have a few conditions for you, these are not negotiable and are a must if you want to wander my city” both men also leaned forward listening to his words “One; Raven Everlast does not end up in Chistles Point looking into this or confronting someone himself. If Raven comes down here, then I will have a Dwarven Queen, and three Avatars and half of Fluid Dynamics and who knows how many heads of state skulking through my streets and generally pissing in my pool. If that happens, I will be forced to take my displeasure at the situation out on you two…. Personally” he made a cutting gesture with his pipe indicating that an ear would be lost, both White Ravens nodded agreeing that it was best if this did not happen. “Second; I want to know everything you find out before you leave my city… as you said, someone out there is starting shit with the White Ravens, and they are doing it in MY city without MY permission, you can have first crack at vengeance, but I want to know WHO and WHY before you leave…” again both men nodded, this had been expected. “Finally; you get caught, or bring down the law, or generally make it known that you in anyway had any dealings with me and mine… well let’s just say you will never make it to trial and leave it at that… is their understanding between us?” the two leaned in and conferred for a moment. George cussed to himself, he had not yet mastered the Wing-Ti language that they spoke in and was forced to rely on magic to eaves drop, a sloppy substitute for the real thing. The two turned to him and nodded the final agreement. George reached forward and offered a hand. “Good on ya fellows…” he shook their hands lifted his tankard and drained it, then stood and nodded to them to follow “I tell ya what, I’m going do ya a favour and give ya a head start, just cause I’m such a wonderful fellow” he walked over to the bar and smiled at the portly dwarven bar tender

“Jessica,” he started his voice full of warmth and a grin on his lips “I’d love to show these fellows your cask room, would ya mind terribly?” he made a show of dancing a silver ingot across his knuckles before flipping it to her. She caught it from the air and turned giving George a sassy smile before speaking

“Anything you want hun, but if I am short so much as a shot I’ll be expensing the entire cask to your ship” George put his hand over his heart feigning hurt feelings

“Jessica, you wound me, I am a Captain in Kelezandri’s great Navy; my days of stealing booze from alehouse storerooms is far behind me.”

“Right…” she said in a tone filled with sarcasm “just know that I know the weight of every bottle and cask… Captain” George turned to the White Ravens shrugging before taking them behind the bar and leading them down the steep steps to the store room. The little cellar was like most alehouse cellars, with large casks against the wall, and shelves with bottles and food stores against the others. George walked to the far wall climbing over to casks and pulling the lid off one behind the others, he waved for the two to follow as he climbed in. the cask was empty and had a ladder inside leading to a secret level below. Here things took on a more dour flavour. The hard stone wall had an inset solid steel door. And a burly looking Honalian sitting in a wooden chair front of it reading a book by candle light, he looked up seeing George coming with company.

“My Rogue,” he said by way of greeting

“How’s our guest doing Norm?” George asked. The Honalian, Norm, closed his book and ran his hand through his hair.

“Not too bad, I checked on him about half an hour ago, he was moaning pretty bad, likely has a bit of an infection” George nodded

“Open it up” he said, Norm hopped up and jingled a few keys from his pocket before finding the right one and unlocked the door.

The room inside was completely steel, there was a sickly green magic light that flickered and blinked in the ceiling as if it were always on the verge of going out. The room was notably cold, there was no furniture, no privy, nothing. It appeared that some excrement lay in the far corner, though the corresponding urine slid and pooled across the perfectly level floor adding a rank order to the room. In the other far corner curled in a ball in a pool of his own urine was a naked pudgy dactyl. He was missing an ear and was bruised and cut in many places, most notably on the bottoms of his feet.

“Val, Lee-Sun, I would like you to meet Dorbid; Dorbid I have some friends that so wish to make your acquaintance” the Dactyl looked up with nothing but fear in his eyes.

“Kill me, please kill me” Dorbid murmured eyes wild and crazed. George knelt beside the smelly little creature and whispered in calm sympathetic tone,

“Soon Dorbid, soon… but only after my friends are satisfied that you’ve told them everything you know… and remember Dorbid, please don’t forget that if you lie… you will live a very long, long time” George’s tone was sinister for the final threat. But when he turned to the White Ravens as he stood dusting off his hands he had his usual good natured grin on his face and his tone was friendly once more. “I think you will find him in a talkative mood, but if you find your having trouble please feel free to call on Norm, he will see to it you get what you need.

“uh… thanks” Val said a little awkwardly. George grinned clapping him on the shoulder

“Anything for a friend” he said amiably. As he left the room he paused turning back to the two investigators “When you are truly finished with Dorbid there, please let Norm know… we have a ‘special’ disposal method planned.” The two investigators once more nodded and the Rogue left them with their ‘work’.


27th of Ready’reat – Titans Chair – Outside of Rehume – 1:04pm

Soshana sat laughing at her old friend, he had just finished showing a ‘pop up’ practicing on land while he waited for his new board to finish construction. Prometheus stretched and took his seat.

“Well there little Sosh, seeing a tarnished fellow like myself fight imaginary ankle biters isn’t the reason you came up here today; your wound so tight you seem prime to pop… what’s rustin her buzz little lady?” his voice carried with an easy tone down to her. She ran her rand through her long hair

“Well… things changed while I was out in the verse… I saw things, things that I never even imagined could exist”

“That’s not a bad thing Little Sosh, an open mind lets the universe better inform our actions” the Titan said reaching down for his barrel of wine and taking a deep swig.

“Well… that’s not all, I think while I was out there… I think I may have… I may have… I may have fallen in love” her last notes sounded almost disappointed. The boom of the tians laughter filled the valley

“Out little Sosh in love? That’s great news!” he said as he scooped her up in his jubilance

“You’re not disappointed?” she asked sniffling

“Disappointed? Oh Sosh… Ours is a relationship that cannot be defined by time, numbers places or locations… you are young and in love… two things that are far too rare… enjoy it”

“I don’t even know if he loves me back… It was just a night and we didn’t really talk about it after”

“Oh Sosh, Sosh, Sosh…” he said, standing and beginning to walk towards the river crews, let me tell you something about love” it was rare for the titan to use his magic, it often occurred more from happenstance than from his specific trying, Titans were like no other casters in regards to the fact that they just willed reality to shift, and often it did for them. A strange noise camp from Rehume as suddenly all the bells in all the churches began to ring, but began to ring to specific times. Soshana was amazed as the work crews, unbeknown to themselves began to dig, and grunt and hum in unison creating an odd percussion to complement the bells, the ships patrolling the moat suddenly began to row in perfect harmony with each other further complementing the growing song and then the Titan began to sing as he wondered into the valley.

Please listen to the Titans song before Continuing

As he finished his song, he settled down by the river and draped his feet into the cool water. Soshana wondered if he even noticed what had just happened… probably not. He turned to her

“So who is this fellow who’s got you feeling this way?”

“Well…” she said brushing a strand of hair behind her ear “… Raven Everlast”

To be continued


26th of Ready’reat – Chistles Point – Northern End of Boytano Bay – The Leaky Bottle Saloon – 11:23pm

Kayfeer Deerborn sat back nodding to the elf sitting across from him, he flashed Arthorn a smile.

“So tell we have a deal White Raven? You tell me about what happened in the fishing village of Hargoth and I’ll let you know how we’ve been faring with the House of Volgatha?"

Arthorn nodded to the Honalian Sailor that they had a deal as he reached forward for another chunk of bread and took a deep bite. Kayfeer stood “I’ll grab us another pitcher and see if the back room is open yet so we can talk, be right back” Kayfeer moved towards the bar thinking to himself, he had grown fond of the White Raven Arthorn, the two had met about eight months ago and quickly developed a friendship, both worked in the field of information, both knew what they could and could not say and what could be said and was still valuable, both made the others work much easier, it was a natural alliance.

Kayfeer couldn’t help chuckling as he ordered another pitcher of ale, it never stopped to amuse him how he often got details first, even though the Avatars and the Everlast traveled together, but if people spoke plainly he wouldn’t be paid, so he shouldn’t complain too much, he gently chided himself. A few words and some coin to the barkeep told him the room would be clear within the next five minutes, he turned to start walking back to the table surprised to see two dwarves and a heavy set dactyl standing around Arthorn and their table. Kayfeer kept moving, smoothly bringing the pitcher to another group of happy dactyls letting them know it was a bonus from their boss for a day’s hard work. He didn’t tarry with their praise, he simply moved to an unobtrusive place to listen in on the conversation developing.

“Words has it that yer one o them White Ravens… that true?” the heavy set dactyl asked. Kayfeer could see one of the dwarves standing in the blind spot of Arthorn, one to his left and the dactyl across where he had been sitting. Arthorn was not blind to the harsh tone and threatening demeanor, he maintained his calm before responding however

“Are you in need of aid?” he asked. The dactyl reached across taking the last of the bread and eating it before responding

“We are in need of getting a message to the Everlast” he said with a full mouth

“I think that can be arranged…” Arthorn said passively “…tell me the message and I’ll see what I can do” Kayfeer saw it too late, he’d been focused on the fat one, not the fellow behind. The skilled sailor new the tension and pain on Arthorns face, the pain of a knife going into ones back

“We aint partial to him, or his cronies round here, stay out of the bay!” the fat one said in a low voice as the dwarf twisted the knife before pulling it out. Arthorn slumped forward on the table as the three got up to leave. Kayfeer watched them head to the door, watched both windows to see if they turned left or right…. right. Having the direction he hurried to the table and sidled up beside Arthorn.

“You could have stopped it…” the White Raven said through gritted teeth. Kayfeer fiddled with Arthorns cloak checking the wound while he mumbled his response

“You know you can’t afford me to fight for you…” the jest fell flat “…they have some skill, scratched your spine and the wound looks poisoned… your choice, I can go after them or get you to a cleric… which do you want?” Arthorn looked to Kayfeer, and was touched that the sailor was actually giving him the option.

“go after them… but don’t dawdle on the way back” Kayfeer nodded pulling a blue vial from his pocket.

“Sip it slowly, the poison will likely make you bleed again, the potion may slow that… and I don’t need to tell you not to bring notice to yourself?” Arthorn nodded again doing his best to waive the sailor off. Kayfeer stood pulled his hood up and quickly exited the bar.

It took six blocks for him to catch up to the three; they had had two more dactyls join them and seemed to be heading to another pub not far from here. Kayfeer debated following them all the way to see who they would talk to, but he was cognizant of how long this was taking, he’d keep one for questioning. He dashed through two allies and cut out onto the street ahead of them walking under a glowing lamp creating a fine silhouette of his hooded form.

“Long way from your section of town human” one of the dwarves jeered, likely emboldened by adrenaline and his recent exploits.

“My section of town is wherever I choose to roam” he said in his gruff voice. A few of the dwarves and dactyls spread out itching for a real fight and sensing a challenge

“Boytano Bay aint for your type” another jeered. Kayfeer pulled his hood back letting the light shine clearly on his face; they could know him; he’d decided there wouldn’t be consequences to that. The fat dactyl recognized him, immediately his posture changed from command to fear and quickly he spoke

“Apologies good Bosun, we meant no disrespect; we have no quarrel with the Narwhale… your right, you and your crew roam free here in the bay… we meant no harm” the dactyls words poured over each other as he began to take tiny steps back, hearing who this was, Kayfeer Deerborn, Bosun of the Stubby Narwhale and a peer to the likes of George Cooper, the other dwarves and dactyls began to back off as well.

“No harm?” Kayfeer asked as he threw a dagger, lodging it deep into one of the dwarf’s throats. “… you have a funny way of not meaning harm… what gives you the right to perform a hit in my city?” the clustered dwarf and dactyls were wide eyed in fear, none had seen the movement from the Bosun and yet dagger had seemed to appear in their companions throat and he was just dead

“we didn’t perform a hit we….”


The dwarves words were cut off as a dagger appeared in his throat as well, he dropped to his knees and died quickly, the Bosuns favorite poison doing its work.

“I will not be lied to. My City. You performed a hit. WHY?” his voice was shaky, Kayfeer was surprised that he was actually getting very angry, perhaps this war was taking its toll on him, perhaps he and Arthorn were better friends then he had originally considered, either way he way mad. The three dactyls had gone quiet… he’d over done it and now they were too scared to speak he gritted his teeth throwing two more daggers killing the two who had most recently joined the group, now it was him and the fat one left… at last the fat one spoke

“please don’t kill me, please” he begged. Kayfeer glared at the chubby little creature

“oh, don’t you worry about that, it won’t be me who kills you… you… get to talk to the Captain” the dactyl turned and ran screaming the whole way


Kayfeer was impressed, for a chubby little fellow he could really move; he’d also stopped to grab his daggers but still, two blocks to catch him? He was getting slow. He rounded the corner to see the dactyl huffing and puffing at two guardsmen, dwarven fellows and regulars for the area

“He killed my friends… he’s insane…. He’s gonna kill me… please help” the guards turned to face the coming killer until Kayfeer stepped into the light. Quickly both guards grabbed the fat dactyl

“sorry about that Bosun, almost didn’t recognize you in this gloom” one of the dwarves said as they cuffed the dactyl and turned him over to Kayfeer.

“No problem at all private…” Kayfeer said tossing a small pouch with a hefty few coins in it “I’m afraid I will need a cleanup, two blocks back, that should cover it though” the dwarven private hefted the pouch and smiled to the Bosun.

“More than cover it sir, you have yourself a pleasant evening” the dwarf said ignoring the pleas of the dactyl

“You as well, I feel safer everyday with you fellows on the streets” and with that Kayfeer pulled a small vial and held it under the nose of the struggling dactyl, soon his pleas went still and his body slumped.

To Be Continued


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