Noblesse Oblige

The Road to Oleg's Trading Post

28th Calidstril, 4710

We leave at dawn, heading westward along the south Rostland road out of Nivikta’s crossing. The surrounding lands grow less settled as we go. The road is muddy and every so often we must stop to clean off the horses’ hooves of mod. Winter is fading fast. The 2 mules (Rosemary and Thyme) are managing better than the horses.

We pass very little traffic. Fort Serenko is the southernmost fort of Brevoy. And it is our next way point. It grows cold and wet as the day progresses.

By twilight the weather is miserable; but we make it to the fort. Thierry makes his introductions and we are granted entry. Sargent Lowen guides us in. It’s a small square wooden fort with 4 barracks buildings and an officer’s hut. While we settle into the offered bunks, Thierry goes to meet Lieutenant Duran.

Tamarie stays behind, but Thierry and Xene go to the main hall. Some men are playing cards, others mulling about. There’s about 30 men here. The eve is spent in conversation, gambling for chits and drink. We retire when the carousing outweighs the conversation.

Sleeping during the night is tricky as there’s shouting every hour and when the watch changes.

29th Calidstril, 4710

It’s still raining. We leave the fort and continue westward on the south Rostlin road. By mid afternoon the rains start to taper off. The snow is melting fast, making the shallows into quagmires. Twice the mules get stuck and have to be dug/hauled out. The sun doesn’t even make an appearance.

By evening – we’re on a lonely stretch of road. We find a copse of trees, under which dry ground can be found. We pitch camp on the relatively dry crest. Aether is set to guarding. The horses get a bit restless in the wind, but otherwise it’s a quiet night.

30th Calistril, 4710

In the morning we spot a group of five male elk moving through the valley Kaylee and Thierry go hunting. They bring back an elk. Xene and Kaylee clean and dress it for traveling The pack mule doesn’t much like it’s new cargo, but doesn’t complain too much. We see this as a sign of good fortune.

It snows from late morning to mid-afternoon as we travel on.

We spot a group of wolves that are trailing us, thanks to Aether’s warning. By eve we make it to Oleg’s trading post.

The post is a wooden fort with a 10’ wooden palisade. It has 20’ tall corner towers and an 80’ square center. The main gate is 30’ wide and only barred by a single horizontal beam/. The wood is old and gray but huge chunks have been recently replaced with fresh-cut wood.

Inside is a handful of buildings. A man is on the roof repairing the thatch as we arrive. A woman opens the fence. Svetlana is smitten, saying Thierry is like the Horselords of old.

Oleg is not happy to see us. We plot and plan, learning that on the morrow the bandits will come again. They have come thrice before: threatening Svetlana, and taking everything of value including her wedding ring.

Thierry and Kaylee come up with a plan. It’s a fitful night and an early day.

1 Pharast, 4710 Moonday

We are up before the roosters, and on the tower walls – keeping watch. Kaylee sees them coming: 4 mounted riders. It takes forever for them to come close to the fort. They are recognized by Oleg as the bandits; and so we attack them with very little warning.

A bandit rides in and Tamarie pulls color from the air and fires it at him. His horse moves forward and Theirry charges. The bandit is run through and falls off his horse. The three remaining bandits shoot at Kaylee and Tamarie, wounding Tamarie badly.

Kaylee fires at the archer and misses, but her shot causes the archer to badly aim his next arrow. He slides off his horse from the recoil of his own bow. Another bandit strikes her, almost making her fall off her horse.

From the palisade, Oleg throws a javelin and strikes a bandit in the back as he’s turning to take the situation into account.

Xene raises a hand up to heaven and shouts fury down upon the bandit leader – proclaiming him to be a thief of the worst kind — one who would steel a wife’s wedding ring. A storm bursts over the fort and strikes the bandit leader with a sudden squall of wind and water.

Tamarie takes cover. Kaylee stays in the saddle, but only just.

Aryan smacks the gate open. Thierry throws his knife at the bandit leader and misses.

The 2 remaining bandits start to move off. Oleg throws another javelin, hitting one of the bandits and causing him to fall off his horse.

Tamarie drinks a potion.

Xene races to Kaylee’s side, twisting her ankle as she jumps down from the palisade. She prays fevrently that Kaylee is alright. Amidst her prayer, Kaylee opens her eyes and sways a bit.

Kaylee gathers her senses and urges Caliber to follow Thierry out of the outpost and in pursuit of the fleeing bandits.

Oleg races around the towers to get a better shot. Tamarie finds a good vantage and causes time and space to whirl about in shiny colors. Something tears and the horses move sideways and the riders fall off.

Thierry orders all the bandits killed, but then finds he cannot kill a defenseless foe. Kaylee kills the other. The horses and the surviving 2 bandits are brought into the fort.

The last days
At long last, it is time to say goodbye.

Thierry was gone for 2 days. He returned hungry and tired. After dropping off his horse and greeting Kaylee, he has lunch in the kitchen and asks that we gather the staff in the great room.

Once there Thierry tells us his tale. He brought a 60 year old treaties to town to have it verified. The treaty gives the Baronet of Rosalie the mandate/permission to explore and open a trade route south of the kingdom. Thierry’s grand father tried to meet his mandate, and failed. The treaty is, however, still valid.

Thierry met with the Aldori Swordlords. They are interested in founding a settlement in the south. In return for helping them, the Swordlords would help see that the manor went to a reputable buyer in the spring. They also offered to send a martial tutor to train the young master and any that were interested in learning. Later, they will see to adding the young master’s name to the royal roster.

The young master asks that Tamarie, Kaylee and I go with him. He asks that Mr. Aldo stay behind; at least for the transition. After receiving agreement from Tamarie, I, and a reluctant Mr. Aldo, the young master goes hunting as he wants to hold a real Yule.

Over the next few days, the clerks depart. They have other duties and their departure brings restored peace to the manor.

31st of Kuthona, 4709

We decorate the manor for Yule. Garlands of evergreen fill the halls and fowl roasts in the kitchen. The hearths are lit and the house for once is warm and well lit.

We gather and recount the anecdotes that mark the better parts of the year. The celebration makes the time pass quickly.

1st of Abadius, 4710

There is a mass in the morning.

Well wishers come to the manor and sing until the young Master comes forward to speak. We offer them warmed cider, and they wish the best to the young Master. It is a touching scene. More so because this may be the last time this happens.

Overnight a blizzard hits.

2nd of Abadus, 4710

The blizzard continues.

3rd of Abadus, 4710

The blizzard ends. There is a lot of shoveling. We’re worried that the roof might collapse from the snow weight. Kaylee braves the cold and shovels the roof clear of the worst of the drifts. Everything seems to grind to a halt.

2nd week of Abadus, 4710

We hear from Restov. Some paperwork is sent and we have to send it back with our answers. A Swordlord will buy the property outright, but not the herd. Over the next while, Tamarie tries to settle the debts. There are a few people interested in the herd. Minor nobles in the Aldori may want one of our horses; but they are expensive. Also, they’re Tourney horses and this is not Tourney season.

When the Swordlord arrives, Thierry recognizes him as Managar Aldori, the Swordlord’s second. Of the Varn family, his father is Baron Androth.

The manor is at last purchased by Sir Dalrmnyr Aldori. Thierry writes him regarding the manor, Mr Aldo, the scullery maid and the chapel.

Through the month we all practice with Managar, but Thierry most of all.

From Managar we learn that there is an old fort in Southern Brevoy that was left abandoned after the great disappearances. Sertova recalled the armies to restore order. The Swordlords sponsored a trader named Oleg Levetin to set up a trading post out there beyond the last manned outpost of Brevoy. It was Managar’s plan to make something that the hunters and trappers could use. So far the trading post has not produced a profit and bandits seem to be using it as a rally point.

Further out, a man named David Nettles set up a bridge at a ford. The Swordlords haven’t heard from him since winter started.

Our job will be to go out and combat banditry in the area so that the hunters and trappers can better work the area. We’re to go to Oleg’s trading post. He can help us. We’ll be paid 100 gold crowns for the first 6 heads we turn in to the Swordlords. Once we’re established, messengers will be sent out every two weeks.

There’s a tribe of kobolds in the area that are becoming more and more trouble. If we can provide the Swordlords assurances that the Kobold problem is dealt with then further rewards are available.

Thierry goes to town to witness the hanging of a criminal. He does not enjoy the process but feels he must steel himself against what the future brings.

Thierry’s final negotiations on the herd are stellar and an old friend of the family (recently back in the area) hears of the sale and comes to help out. He was part of a skirmish with Numeria and now is looking to retire and breed horses. He buys 2/3 of the herd at a decent profit.

24th Calistril, 4710

We receive word that the new manor lord will be arriving on the 28th.

We are asked to clear the manor for that time.

27th Calistril, 4710

Many old friends, family, and former hose staff come to say good bye. The new house staff arrives and chaos descends upon the manor.

We spend some time in the manor’s graveyard to say goodbye to our roots.

By nightfall we’ve arrived at Nivakta’s crossing – a town of middling size. We spend the night in an inn. Tamarie and Xene are both sore from the extended time in the saddle. There we meet up with the Vonling’s Host. They are a group of 4 men traveling into the mountains for the Swordlords. Brother Caspah (Erastilian priest), Willus Gundarson (Ulfin man), Howat Gurdy (a smith and compatriot of the western campaign), and Safal Larentus (a refined man who likes carrier pigeons).

The night is filled with conversation; but we end it early—as we wish to leave at dawn.

Memories, current activities and a dream all rolled into a session.

Sir Thierry had tried to tentatively open the discussion of selling the herd or the manor, but the topic quickly overcame the wake. It’s not exactly like vultures circling, but pretty darn close.

The Lord High Mayor of Restov’s representative agrees to arbitrate. Some semblance of order seems to be restored, but the representatives all are worried, and stern glances from chaplains and even High Priests don’t even dent their attempts. The arbitrator agrees to call a meeting of the debtors in Restock in a few days time.

The free city of Restov has a glut of unlanded nobles. The city itself is a city state and client kingdom of Brevoy, but there are a lot of minor nobles, knights and so forth that have sworn fealty to the mayor; there’s not a lot of land to go around. The fact that it is land, with an estate and a manor house (as humble as it is) makes it a wealthy proposition. The Aldori and other like-landless nobles have more means than they actually have title or holdings. The selling of the manor would be a great boon – land to go with their title.

It becomes off-putting relatively quickly as the debating and the talk of money becomes the only topic. Thierry calls it quits and Mr. Aldo starts fetching cloaks. Sir Thierry is being as polite as possible and Mr. Aldo is being quite gracious, Kaylee, however, is not and is quite stern with the guests. Stern looks from myself and my father, stopped nothing.

When the guests finally leave, the pantry is greatly diminished and there’s a ton of cleaning. Tania, amidst tears, sets to work at once cleaning the dishes. We gather in the kitchen. Kaylee, and me, to share a cup of tea with something stronger. Mr. Aldo set us to cleaning the floors and rooms before we lost the daylight. The old floors are warped and never do well with water and mud.

One man, Mr. Howes, remains. He speaks first to Mr. Aldo, then Mr. Aldo brings him before Tamarie. Tamarie graciously agrees to speak to the representative of the Lord Mayor on a topic of protocol and business. They are led by Mr. Aldo to our butler’s pantry turned tea room of a parlor. At least the window was clean.

Word of the Baronet’s passing has made the rounds quickly and, there are outstanding debts to be paid. The Lord High Mayor has already been petitioned to deal with the legacy and what is owed to them. The stranger reads a writ that grants him access to the house’s records and the right to secure the holdings and valuables of the house. To that effect, he will be remaining here amongst the household. He requires only our cooperation and rooms for his two clerks.

Tamarie and the young Master (now the Baronet) spend some time speaking, and Master Thierry decides to go into the city to speak to a lawyer about his current predicament.

When Tamarie found me in the kitchen, I was drinking tea with the last of the medicinal stocks from the wake. The idea of feeding three more mouths from our ever-shrinking pantry set my mind to spinning; although I do remember promising to treat these clerks as honored guests.

We spend the rest of the day trying to clean and restore the floors to a state that at least resembles something better. The stable lads stay on to help with chores around the house. They must have been paid by someone, for they are happy for the work.

That night was unduly quiet for a cold winter’s night. Mr. Aldo tends the fires in the three hearths of the house. The young clerk, Mr. Howe, is trying to be discrete; but his wandering disturbs many.

Kaylee brings the horses in at dusk, and later that eve I joiner her to watch for debt collectors and protect the herd against them.

From whence did it come? 4704 (Five years earlier)

Its a cool February morning on the Mareshal estate.

About mid-morning, Kaylee has taken care of the horses for the morning (a rub down and let them out to exercise). They’re back in the barn and she’s watered and cleaned them. After that, Alsem asks if he could speak with her. She stammers a reply. Alsem offers to take Kaylee for a little ride. He’s spoke to the Baronet and they have leave for a few hours. Alsem saddles a horse, asking Kaylee to double-up.

Alsem is a young man, 4 summers older than Kaylee. He’s trying to grow a beard. This morning he’s shaved his sideburns and made himself more presentable. He seems a bit nervous.

He takes a saddle blanket and puts it around Kaylee’s shoulders. He helps her mount the horse, then mounts up behind her. He reaches around her and picks up the reins.

They ride through pasture land, now fallow since the fall. The snow is melting, barely coming to the fetlocks of the horse. Alsem slows the horse to a canter. He wants to show her something just the other side of the copes.

He says the old tax shed has a sturdy frame; he could turn it into a cottage. He helps her dismount. He ties the horse to a branch and pulls a bundle of cloth from the saddlebags. He hands her a field stone.

He says it looks like a rock, but it could be a lot more. He goes to the back side of the shack, and drops it into the snow. What the shed is missing is a hearth. He could raise a hearth with enough field stones. Adding beams to the structure, some rushes on the floor and sod on the roof.

He spoke to the Baronet yesterday. There’s not much back here, but it’s a beautiful view. Fruit trees at the back of the old orchard need some tending, but could be really nice. He says a man needs more than a few trees, or even a hearth. He picks up his rock .

He admits to having talked to her father, and he …he thought that … he was OK with it. (Kaylee thinks he’s talking about making a house here.) He then says no, about him asking her to live with him as his wife. He kneels and tries to correct his offer. Admitting he doesn’t have anything to offer a betrothed. Eventually Kaylee gets him to kiss her and stop talking about the rock and the hearth.

When the snows finally melted and the ground thawed; he went to work with some of the boys. He added a lean-to and, over a few weeks – erected a hearth. The shack wasn’t big, but it was cozy. There were lots of plans, to expand the shack when the time came.

Back to 4709.

It’s been a tumultuous few days.

I decided to relieve some stress the way I usually do; firing arrows against a target. I measure out 30 paces in the snow, then pull back on the bow, careful to breath out before firing (as Alsem always told me). The arrow flies true.

The sounds then fade away.

The arrow seems to stop 1/2 way to the target hanging in mid-air.

It’s early morning, my breath is in the air. There’s no longer a wind. Everything looks normal otherwise. I walk up to the arrow.

My breath coalesces in the air and the snow crunches under foot. The arrow is hanging in the air. It’s a nice, clear morning. I knock the arrow and it starts to spin. The sun starts making its way across the sky at an inordinate rate. The arrow spins so fast it starts to whistle.

Then darkness.

Then daybreak.

No one comes out of the manor house. No horses from the barn. Clouds boil past, whipping faster and faster.

I return to the arrow after another two days blur by. The arrow is barely discernible. A day passes, a week. The arrow is a disk making this wining sound.

Standing at the front of the barn I watch the wood crack, strain, and slowly decay before my eyes. The light becomes a dim twilight, something behind night and day.

The barn’s dour pull rusts at her touch. The barn ages and dies before her.

I approach the house, but the house itself is falling into disrepair. The grass is pushing up past my knees. There are cracks in the stone and the shutters are growing gray and brittle. And the windows are cracking. A few shatter and crumble.

I call for light, but it doesn’t come.

I moves through the darkened house; trying not to touch anything for fear of its destruction. The wood is bare, the varnish is gone. Floorboards are missing. I pick my way along towards the chapel.

The chapel is falling into disrepair. The stained glass window is cracked. The only thing that doesn’t seem to be withering from age is the bow and arrow on the alter.

The arrow on the alter spins. I pick it up. I can feel the arrow wanting to spin, it’s potential. I let it go, put it back on the alter, and it starts to spin again.

Slowly the chapel collapses and I watch the days turn into blurs. The foundation recedes and the alter stone becomes covered in ivy.

After a while, the arrow’s whistling sound seems to be reducing. Slowly, the sun starts to become visible and the arrow spins, and then stops. It’s pointing almost due west. Slightly WSW.

It points towards the same direction of the South Rostlin road. Not much is out in that way. The southern border of Brevoy. I walk back to the first arrow, behind the barn. It too is pointing WSW.

I wonder if I’m dreaming; and then the arrow flies true in its new direction.

I awaken from a deep and restless sleep.

Tamarie also spoke of a restless night. She dreamed that the clerks assistants came along, and they’d multiplied – 5 or 6 of them. They were tallying things up and finding all manner of skeletons in the Mareshal closet. Is it wise to let others see these stories?

People going through HER books. The family stuff is all mixed in with her private stuff. She’s been collecting magical lore and writing it down. She’s bought stuff over the years (studying magical), but it’s all mixed in. She’s got to separate this stuff and lay claim to what’s hers before it gets thrown in with the estate.

Upon awakening, she begins trying to separate the useful from the secrets, her research from the family ledgers.

The next day, Tamarie meets Mr. Howe and brings out the past few years. They should cover the relevant debts. The rest of the day, she spends seeking skeletons in the ledgers. She finds a few and tries to lessen the damage.

Eventually two other young clerks show up. One is a colleague, the other appears to be an assistant. The younger one is scribbling madly on paper as he walks about.

Thierry talks about going into town. He hopes to be back tomorrow night.

He was speaking the other night to attendants at the funeral. They are interested in the herd. This morning he received a missive. Sir Drella the younger wants to inspect the herd for potential purchase. He’d like to be present, but he must attend the Lord High Mayor. He’d rather Tamarie handle the financial side of it than Kaylee.

Tamarie speaks to Mr. Howe alone. He seems to be finding everything in order. Although the information is scarce. The ledgers only tell half the story and its unclear from our ledgers as to whether interest is applicable or even if it was agreed to charge interest on the debts.

Tamarie tries to discretely ask him to look at the old ledgers. He accepts the idea and asks to see them. The ledgers are rather extensive and not really his mandate to go through 50+ year old ledgers. She asks that the books be put in trust with the Lord High Mayor. She brings them out, as she doesn’t want them reviewed in her personal quarters.

Over the next few days, Mr. Howe sticks to reviewing the ledgers of the last few years. The older stuff is handed over to his younger assistant (who seems to be graying as we watch).

Sir Thierry comes back to bring us up to date and check on the house. He looks grim and haggard. He’s spoken to a lawyer and the Lord High Mayor’s office. In short, they’re running a tally of debt holders and interest. The family lawyer has been trying to keep the house afloat these past years. In short, we’re into it for somewhere between 12 and 15,000 suns; so far.

He has to go back into town. He has a meeting with an Aldori sword-lord about the prospects of selling the manor.

He showed the lawyer the document along with Tamarie’s translation. There is some question about its validity; it talks about the Baronet of Rossley back when Thierry’s grandfather was the Baronet — before they sold off the land. It also refers to Baronet Mareshal, which is Thierry; as there was a time when the two were interchangeable.

Thierry is not taking this well, but he is determined to see it through.

The day after

Thierry departs again, Sir Drelev “the younger” (Hannis) arrives. He is in his late 20s and is accompanied by a small entourage. He’s the son of a Baron, a landed noble and he was knighted. He’s bought a lot of our herd over the years. In better days, the Drelev were competitors with the Mareshals.

They have a trade route that goes through the river kingdoms on the eastern edge of Brevoy. Seems some kind of lizard folk are active bandits along their trade route, effectively closing it down. So the family has fallen back on their horses.

Unfortunately, Sir Drelev seems to have left his manors at home. He is rude, presumptuous and his deal is insulting at best. He offers to take the herd at 2/3 the price. Tamarie tries to barter, but he is unwilling. In the end she does not take his offer.

So we ride out and spread the word. It’s as frustrating as it is embarrassing. The Mareshal herd is respected. Now however, out of season and being hawked like excess cabbage from door to door is beneath the herd’s reputation. Few have enough ready coin to purchase the mounts, even if the desire is there.

Early spring 4704

The snows have thawed. The grass is grown and the winter seedlings were planted. A new colt was foaled recently, taking up a lot of the bride-to-Be’s time and her family. There was some worry about the mare, but she survived the birthing.

I and a scullery maid were in the gardens filling their aprons with flowers for garlands for the upcoming nuptials. We hear a retching from the barn.

Hand off the flowers and send the maid inside. Anselm is around the back of the barn, being sick. Take him to get a drink of water. Talk about the upcoming marriage.

Kaylee takes a bath, her mom sees her hair curled and into small clothes. She’s not exactly willing but we give her no choice.

Kaylee’s mom tells me that her father wants to speak to her. He’s in the chapel. He wants me to take over the ceremony. I agree, although my eloquence comes no where near my father’s.

The ceremony is to be held in the field near their shack. The fruit trees are in bloom.

We gather, and pray.

The Barnonette attends and gives Kaylee and Anselm a wedding gift of the newly foaled horse. Kaylee names it Caliber.

The day is a feast for all the senses. Dancing, music, and food. A happy memory of a simpler time.

How did it begin
Every story has a beginning, but reality is never quite so considerate.

It began, I think, in the waxing days of winter.

The Baronet Theodoric the II, holder of House Mareshal and the Mareshal herd, caught a cold. Being the house’s chaplain, I prescribed a good physic. But the cold grew worse and worse. At my whits end, I called in my father, the Elder Jhod Somhnal.

My father quarantined the Baronet, fearing his wracking blood-frothed coughs were contagious. They took over the furthest rooms at the end of the servant’s wing. The Elder became the Baronet’s care giver — serving him his meals and cleaning the room. The sheets I washed daily were often blood speckled and stained, showing a rapid decline.

One night the young master, Thierry, visited his father’s sickbed. The Old master was very weak and under Elder Jhod’s constant care. And yet, my father left the room twice – once to fetch a shaving kit and once to ask that we all gather in the great room to hear an announcement from the young master. This second departure saw my father looking very old, and shaken; I guessed what had happened. Elder John saw to the man’s spiritual needs, leaving the more material requirements to myself and the scullery maid.

Mr. Yealdored (the oldest servant who we all lovingly called Mr. Aldo) took the news of the gathering hard. A man of constant composure, it slipped briefly and I saw an old man who was certain he’d lost his best friend.

I interrupted Tamarie doing something in her study. She seemed distracted and, at first uncertain why she was being interrupted. But her wits were always sharp, and she agreed to attend.

Kaylee was in the stables with the horses; Caliber and the others were suddenly riled and it took her considerable effort to calm them. I told her of the young master’s summons and she seemed either preoccupied or simply not certain.

Tania, the scullery maid came at once.

And that was all there was to the household staff that lived within the manor house. Our number has been very few these last few years.

Master Thierry spent a bit of time thanking the attending, and promising to support and assist the staff through the transition. He then announced that his father had passed and that the old master wanted only the best for those that remained to serve him. Since it was night, the message would be relayed to the staff that had homes outside the manor house.

Mr Aldo dismissed the staff. The young master headed out for a quick ride, with Kaylee following close behind. The rest of us had duties, as Mr Aldo reminded us.

When Tania and I saw to the late Master’s body that I noticed the horse shoe, hung above the door for luck, was turned upside down. We washed the body, dressed it in its best clothes, and wrapped the body carefully in white linen, although my father had already seen to it that the body was in a gentled repose.

News flowed quickly through the region of the late Master’s passing. The boys, normally used to help with the horse herd, were tasked with digging the grave. If they didn’t spread the word, the handful of servants who work in the manor house, but live beyond the old boundaries certainly did.

The very next morning after the late Master’s passing, we had our first caller. The individual was very polite. He was met by Mr. Aldo, and he offered sincere condolences to the family, the house and the Baronet. He then asked to speak to the seneschal. Mr. Aldo brought the visitor to see Tamarie.

The conversation, at first cordial, became brisk, then loud. The visitor tried to brow-beat Tamarie into seeing their ledgers. She did not take it well, and their raised voices quickly brought Mr. Aldo. He escorted the visitor out and the whole household was now aware. The late Baronet had outstanding debts, perhaps far greater than any of us had ever known.

The burial is delayed a second day so that surrounding neighbors can more easily attend. That evening, a second clerk arrives. The clerk is less polite and Mr. Aldo keeps him out on the steps. Tamarie talked to him there, while the rest of the household tried to look busy and not like they were listening in. It was hard to hear the conversation until the second clerk arrived. Then the argument went three-ways, with the two clerks trying to brow-beat Tamarie while convincing one another to back down.

When the noise became so great the conversation could clearly be heard, Mr. Aldo went outside to deal with the issue. The young master was right behind him. He ordered the clerks to come with him. With Kaylee enforcing his desire, the clerks followed the young Master to the freshly-dug grave site for his father. There he berated the clerks for their lack of etiquette, and consideration. He told them they’d get their money in the proper time, and ordered Kaylee to escort them off the premises.

I had followed the young Master, and watched the clerks along my drawn arrow. I’ve never been so happy to drop an arrow and not fire. The clerks left quietly and the young Master remained unharmed. I went back to the house without him noticing I was there.

That night the young Master decides to give the family graveyard in trust to the church of Erastil. He and Tamarie talked for some time in her office before he announced his intentions, and I suspect Tamarie understands the situation perhaps even better than the young Master does.

On the morrow, I went into Restov to visit the temple of Erastil. There, High Priest Isvanki Keeg gladly saw me. I explained the young Master’s request, and he promised to do his best to honor it. He agreed to attend the funeral service, and offered advice and succor.

Finally, 3 days after his death, we burred the Old Master. The service was serene and peaceful, if not well attended. The servants, old and current, were there in force; and most of the neighbors sent representatives rather than come themselves on a cold winter’s day. A few knights and one baron also attended.

The wake. however, was a farce of mourning. It quickly turned from a time of reflection and remembrance to a time of barter and debate; as every representative and lesser noble petitioned the young Master to assure their debts were paid off first. The High Priest tried to reduce some of the conversation by talking about donations to the temple.

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Defending Oleg's trading post

4th of Pharast, 4710

The weather is slowly growing warmer with the approach of spring. We’ve been encamped at Oleg’s trading post. The place has even gotten busier with the arrival of four Swordlord soldiers. They’ve been building a stockade under one of the guard towers. Kesten Garess is the leader of the soldiers. Thierry spends a lot of time working with Konrad to learn his story.

Konrad thinks Kressel probably won’t come; its far easier to shake people down on the road than come pack here where she doesn’t know what’s going on.

Svetlana asks for moon-radish to help her and Oleg have children. The locals believe in the ancient ways and even Oleg is superstitious.

5th of Pharast, 4710

The day is spent in chores and preparations.

6th of Pharast, 4710

We depart at dawn and ride to the edge of the Old Margreve. Aether comes along with us. It’s gray and overcast, and a bit chilly.

We ride just into the edge of the forest before we dismount. There, with hand on tree – we swear oaths. We know the trees are the memory of the forest. The trees seem to cast shadows on the snow – traceries of letters seem to be writing on the ground. With Konrad’s help and the soft ground Kaylee is able to track the bandits.

We find a set of elf tracks. White strips of cloth are hanging from low branches. They mark a trap-line’s location below. We pass an old lean-to long abandoned.

At dusk we make it to the camp and try to sneak up. Tamarie brings forth light on the other side of the camp. It draws the bandits attention and Kaylee and Thierry charge into camp.

Konrad tries to take out the archer in the near blind, and misses. Xene tries and the bandit almost falls out the tree.

Thierry is charged by the bandits. His horse attacks and takes one down. Caliber rides over another one. Kressel tries throwing axes at Thierry, but between him and his horse, she dies quickly. The remaining bandits try to give up. Xene and Konrad got hit several times, and both required Xene’s healing. They eventually captured the bandit that shot at them. Aether takes out a bandit who quickly gives up less the dog attack again.


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