I May Have Found a Home.

After years and months have passed me by without a whim of hope I may have found a village to call my own; New Hope is the name of the kingdom. I must admit at first I was weary of the town due to how many of its citizens were appalled by the Dukes “selfish acts” and thirsty for adventure, when he was to be taking hold of the kingdom by the reigns. Nonetheless it was none of my business to place my opinion here or there, I was just a traveler. That same night I became quite thirsty and hungry for a grok to help take the edge off of the day over at the inn. Everyone was in a bit of an uproar over the prior events of a man being jailed for speaking on how unfit the duke was, i did not care all i wanted was a hellish drink to relax my muscles and mind. The Duke showed up to the inn and offered to buy every man and women a drink, hell i haggled the brewtender for 2 drinks for the cost of one whiskey, at the time i thought it was a wise idea, until more free drinks came my way. I do not recall much for the rest of that night until i found myself awake in a very clean inn with great amenities and fine linen. Dazed and confused i heard a fury of knocks and a yell for my name “Maximus, it is i the duke.” The duke? i asked myself. I woddled to the door with the smell of boos dripping off my tongue, “how can i help you” i asked. He replied that we have spoke the night before about getting breakfast this morning to discuss the events of nights past. We met for breakfast and apparently i stood up for the duke at the inn after all of the criticism he was getting, and for that i believe i have befriended this duke of New Hope. As i am writing this i am on an adventure with the duke, and three other men i do not know so well i will continue this log when i have time to do so.

The life and times of Bosco the Brave | New Hope, Year 2
A Gnome Sorcerer's rhymes of hustle and flow

The Turtle

It was time again to explore the area to the south of our fledgling kingdom. Maybe we can finally find those trolls Poog let us know about.Anyway, we happen upon a large pond in the forest. It’s doesn’t seem magical or evil or anything, so we begin to move on. Like clockwork,
a HUGE shelled creature roars out of the pond and attempts to bite me. Obviously, i side step out of the way and remove it from my vicinity. It disapppears back into the pond and later appears to bite the hapless druid. Poor guy almost got pulled in. Some of my more fiery pals wanted to KILL the stupid turtle/tortoise thing, but I was able to convince them to leave it alone. It’s just an animal. A story is no good if it can’t be told. After this, we realized just how poorly prepared we were. We were still walking everywhere. We didn’t have any proper survival gear. I blame Zirul, he should have made sure we were all decked out before adventuring. I’ll have to speak
to him about it at the next shadow meeting.

The Beast

It’s time I finally got serious about this adventuring thing. I’ve been so reliant on my team, but no longer. Bosco the Brave won’t be subject to anyone! Specifically, having to ride like a child on someone else’s horse. This time, I’ve got my own. Well…. horses are still too big and donkeys are too dumb and ponies are too fragile, so I went with a crossbreed of a dog and a sheep, called a “sheep/dog”. 333c935b1f32e50ae6e29be27c9290ae
I had heard of OwlBears, but this is a new one. Maybe the humans wanted to make the dog side more docile,or see a sheep with fangs, because it’s hilarious. And woah, this dog is hilarious. It makes this obscene noise called a “bark”. It’s easy to ride though, and just my size. It’s name is Ruff. I also bought some alchemist’s fire from Jam, it’s nice to see him progressing as a merchant. It’s a lesser form of magic, but this alchemy still has it’s uses.

The Head Worg in Charge

We head back into the wilderness, to kill a Worg, who has been terrorizing the members of the kingdom. After finding the pack, we divide and conquer. The Druid entangles the stray wolves, and I burn them to death. Easy Peasy. Nice to see him make a difference this time. The others take care of the pack leader, the Worg. As Chief Diplomat, I know all about branding and I see an opportunity. We pack the wolves into one our tents (that we actually had, this time) and will bring them back to town.

The Undead Friend

During our time back in town, someone re-found the treasure map from the druid who used to
live in my tree. Back on the road we go, and eventually find a small dungeon that will hold some sort of sword or suit of armor. It’s never anything I want to use. Anyway, we begin exploration, with Jam leading the way. There were traps and he lost some of his vigor from some sort of smoke. Not magic, though. I checked. That was the first sign that the night wasn’t going to end well. Further into the dungeon, a skeleton busts out of a coffin and re-animates. I’ve seen it all now. I’ve heard of these things happening but to see it through my own eyes was utterly terrible. It was grimy, just grimy. Next thing we know, Jam is on the ground and the creature is fighting someone, I couldn’t tell. I checked Jam and he was dead. Or seemed dead. Angry, I toss a handful of flames at this monster or vampire or zombie or undead. He merely touches me and I feel the life drain out of me. Even worse, Jam returns to his feet and begins attacking me! If I hadn’t seen a dead thing re-animate minutes earlier, I might have fainted. I can’t even deal with
this. He was … He was a hero. We took his corpse back to town. Bors says that it’s possible to resurrect him. I can only hope.

Back in town, I send the pelts to the tanner and embark with Zirul to Brevoy, to get this draining taken care of. The group donated much of our Worg reward money to heal my conditions. I may never let them know, but this group of men means a lot to me. We find a cleric, she takes our “offering” and I feel my vigor return. Since we’re in Brevoy, Zirul and I take care of some business we can’t do back home in New Hope, namely, beginning our spy network. We thrown an event at the local pub, The Smiling Satyr. It attracts the type of people we need and we find a few good candidates. I also make a bit of coin performing in a big city, so it was fun to do that in front of a proper audience again. Along with more people, Brevoy has more goods. Zirul gets some stuff for himself, and I decide to treat myself with a Mithral shirt. It’s thin and light and strong and doesn’t bother my spells too much. It gets in the way a little bit, but I think I can handle it.

The Thatch-roofed cottage

One of Jam’s relics is the hut with the animated scarecrow (he broke in). Bors, the goody two shoes, of course wants to make amends. Even though I almost died. We visit the hut and this ugly HAG opens this door. She and Bors talk. He says she wants us to retrieve some fungus and she’ll call it even. It’s obviously a trap, but off we go. We find the swamp pretty easily but that’s where the good parts end. A GIGANTIC mushroom stands up and starts
walking towards us. It grabs Bors and literally eats him. He’s in the stomach. It’s ironic, I know. I throw a flask of acid at it, but it doesn’t even flinch. I burninate the blighted abomination while this huge fighter fights it hand to hand. It dies, and we try to cut Bors out. It wakes up, must have been sleeping. Burninate again. Lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually we kill the thing after I set it and my comrades on fire. There was nothing I could do,
it had to be done. The druid grabs the mushrooms and we head out. Back at the hut, i’m incensed. I’m not surprised but still livid that this witch actually tried to kill us again. She’s a threat to our community and Bors is too trusting to leave her alone. I fire a single magic missile at her,hoping to catch her by surprise. Then…

The Story of Bors and Co., Part VII

Giant Turtles and Talking Worgs…

Our city of New Hope looking a lot more prosperous, our retinue of adventuring companions decided to further explore our immediate surroundings. We made our way south and happened upon a pond. It was very muddy so I dared not explore, lest I sink. Everyone else, on the other hand, decided to inspect what I considered a mundane thing. Not long into inspection of the pond, Bosco was suddenly attacked by a large snapping turtle. Our Gnome friend seems to have bad luck with inspecting bodies of water. And this turtle had a taste for Gnome flesh, it seemed.

As I watched helplessly, I drew my bow. Bosco cast a spell and the turtle disappeared back into the pond. Jam inspected the pond closely, which was inadvisable. No sooner had Jam stepped close than the turtle sprang out and caught Jam unawares, attempting to drag him into the pond. Fortunately, Jam was able to escape the giant turtle’s grasp and we all left the turtle as is. It is merely a large turtle living in a pond and seemed harmless unless people got too close. We’ll have to set up warning signs in the future.

Realizing that they had forgotten some of their potions, we made our way back to New Hope so that Bosco and Jam could adequately prepare. We all made arrangements to purchase horses (and a riding dog for Bosco). Before setting off once again, there was that had been put up by the townsfolk offering a reward for a marauding Worg. A decision was made to take care of this errand and the reward would be used for the people. They are our wards, after all.

Making our way directly East, we happened upon the Worg and a few wolves feasting on a recent elk kill. The Worg demanded that we leave he and his companions be, but I saw fit to dispatch of the evil creature as it had killed a few of the townspeople. It was not long before the Worg and his wolves lay slain. Bosco and Jam wanted to keep the pelts so that cloaks could be made later.

A Companion Falls…

We remembered that we had a treasure map that we had collected off of the hermit who attacked Bosco under the guise of serving tea. And the location of the treasure on said map lay directly East, and not too far off. Since we were in the area, we decided to check it out.

The location of the treasure turned out to be some sort of tomb. Getting in was not easy as a swarm of bats were the first to greet us, biting and nipping at us, before finally flying away. Then Jam, a thief albeit an inexperienced thief, bumbled his way through the corridors, setting off just about every trap imaginable. He set off some sort of smoke trap that left him looking weak and decrepit.

As we made our way to the actual tomb itself – Jam leading the way – we came upon the final resting spot of the tomb’s main occupant. As Jam inspected the surrounding area, the corpse reanimated and immediately attacked. Jam fell within short order, and then I was able to get the abomination to focus its attentions on me. As I went back and forth with this undead abomination, smiting it this way and that, Jam reanimated himself and started attacking Bosco and Ganon. I managed to get zombie Jam’s attention and after a short while, was able to smite the Wight and Jam into oblivion. We collected the sword of the Wight and wrapped up Jam’s body to take back with us to New Hope.

Upon our return, we buried Jam with full honors. We hope to be able to resurrect him, but we currently do not have the coin to do so, nor do we have anyone capable of performing such a feat. We spent a few weeks grieving. Bosco was injured from the fight and had to go to Brevoy to seek proper healing. Zirul accompanied him, while I stayed behind to oversee construction of a new set of housing for our nobles.

A Witch’s Errand…

We decided to return to the hut that Jam and Zirul unceremoniously unlocked, and where a scarecrow guardian attacked our party. Upon arrival, I noticed the scarecrow was in its original place. But as I approached the hut, alone, it was merely a scarecrow and nothing more. Knocking on the door, the inhabitant (who happened to be a witch) answered. She was not happy that we had destroyed her scarecrow guardian. And she was not happy that we were trespassing on her lands. As a show of apology, I promised that I would personally fund her materials with which to make a new scarecrow guardian. She warmed to me slightly at this offer. She also asked that we collect some black cap mushrooms for her to the south. Since we needed to continue further exploring the south, it seemed like a small errand to do given it happened to be along the way.

The life and times of Bosco the Brave | New Hope, Year 1
A Gnome Sorcerer (and Bard) tale of intrigue and woe

The Foundation

It’s been a year since I returned to Oleg’s. Times have change more than I ever could have imagined. We’ve begun building a city, a kingdom. Since we’re such an eclectic group of individuals, we’ve decided to recruit settlers of all kinds, and races. We’ve begun to build farms and houses. It’s truly amazing. Oleg’s has turned into a true trading post for our fledging kingdom. His wife, the beautiful Svetlana, is now our Magister. I don’t know how I feel about that, considering I’m a much more accomplished mage. I’m sure there will be something I can do.

The Civics Lesson

Turns out there is a place for me in the kingdom’s leadership. I’ve moved into the castle and taken the position of chief diplomat. Looks like all that talking in class is paying off now, Miss Bobbledock. As chief diplomat, my responsibility is to maintain open lines of communication with other kingdoms and spread the good word of our “New Hope” No one has actually told me that, but it sounds good, eh? Bors is the ruler (since he could probably beat the rest of us in a fight) Zirul is our “spymaster” . Ganon, the druid to be all druidy and inexplicably Poog as our marshall. Yes, the one guy smaller than me is in charge of patrolling around the castle and town. That said, he does have the help of a bunch of other goblins we saved from Poog’s village. I never told him I killed his brother in that encounter whilst hiding in a tree. Let’s keep that to ourselves.

The Inventory

Now I’ve setup a shop. For me, I’m mostly concerned with selling my potions, but I’ve also been handling the buying and selling of things for the kingdom. It’s been interesting running this shop. I’ve become very skilled appraiser of all the things people want to sell. Our inventory has increased 10 fold and I’ve made a good bit of gold selling my potions as well.

The Master and the Apprentice

Zirul brings around a guy for me to speak to. Calls himself “Jam” and has a lot of ideas. Most relevant to me is his desire to sell his alchemical items. Now, personally I always felt alchemy was a cheap imitation of proper arcana, but Mother always said it takes all kinds. I’ve taken him on as apprentice for now. He also has some martial skill, so I’ll bring him along on our next adventure.

The Alliance

At the latest meeting of our leadership council, Bors had many announcements. First was that we should ally with the much larger Elven nation to our south. Some had second thoughts about this, considering the way those grimy elfish hate everyone who isn’t tall and thin with pointed ears. I fought for the alliance, however, we need alliances. Besides, I haven’t actually talked to many other kingdoms and I’d like something to do as the Grand Diplomat. Then the second announcement comes, Bors wants to marry some elfish princess. The elfish princess from the kingdom to the south. Of course, he now wants to ally with that country. Then she walks in. She was like a cool breeze in a hot swamp. And she knows magic, and can probably teach me a thing or two. I’ll need to get to know her. Then the master of bad timing walks in, Poog the protector. He’s battered and bloody, after sustaining an attack from a few trolls to the south.

The Land to the South

A few weeks have passed and the party has begun to begin mapping the south borders of this new kingdom. With me are Zirul, our lead cartographer. Bors, our paladin. Ganon, the druid who should be very helpful in the woods and our new friend Jam. Jam is a truly odd duck. Zirul and he go ahead of the rest of us for a bit. When we catch up, we find that he’s picked the lock on an unattended hut. Just because something is unattended does’nt mean we can steal from them! We let him know that it’s not how things are going to work in the kingdom of New Hope and then I decide to look into the ponds on this property. I was thinking there could be fish that we could buy from the landowner. Turns out the scarecrow was an alarm, it attacked me, we had to fight back. Ugh. Thank goodness for backup, I would have died.

The Fog

This was crazy. We encountered a lighthouse on a lake. I awoke when a glowing orb of fog zapped Bors. Then it disappeared. I decided to disappear as well. A story is no good if it can’t be told. I aafter running a safe distance away, I cast dancing lights on it. That way, my team could still find it even if it disappeared again. Some of the other party members finally went back to fight the glowing orb, emboldened by my courage and quick thinking. The druid then changed form to a raven and flew over to the lighthouse to see if anything was there. He flew quickly back, complaining of “evil presence” I wasn’t in the mood for another fight (it was the middle of the night, after all) so I downplayed it and we left the next morning.

The ruined cup of tea

I don’t know about these druids. I lived in a tree house for 30 years before I left home, so understand the love of a tree, but these guys are too much. We find a druid and ask for his help in locating the trolls that attacked our town. There is way too much posturing going on, so I decide to have tea with the man. We talk a bit, he tells me he hasn’t seen any gnome women, and before even pouring me a cup, he shanks me in my side. Needless to say, I was surpised. Not surprised enough to not burn his face off, but definetly taken aback. His stupid cat guards the door, so my team can’t help. After another dose of fire to the face, he bounds out of the room over his dead cat and into the forest. Our sharpshooter spymaster fells him with one shot. I claim the tree for myself, since it reminds me of home, and we loot the “druid” like the scum he was. Afterwards, I had the tea. It was pretty good.

The lycanthrope and the calm

Lycanthropy is when a man becomes a wolf. It’s hit our town like a longsword, even one or two hits will panic a common person. After returning from our exploration, we learn that two of the citizens have been killed. After some wonderful detective work, we find out about the werewolf. Ganon find him first, and stupidly decides to attack him. I intervene, forcing him to laugh, and soon enough the other leaders come through. We figure out a way to heal him and put him to work, giving him a new hope. Looks like we picked a pretty good name.

The Story of Bors and Co., Part VI

An Announcement…

We have finally arrived at the one year anniversary since we founded New Hope. A meeting was called for all of New Hope’s appointed council, with the exception of Marshal Poog who insisted that exterior patrols required his personal attention. I understand his desire to be on the front lines, but routine patrols are something that leaders are not required to handle personally. I will speak with him later on this matter.

The events of New Hope’s first year were discussed. But the bigger announcement was the revelation that I was engaged to the Elven Princess, Aerith Edasseril, sister to Queen Telandia Edasseril of the Elven Kingdom of Kyonin. There was some reservation about the announcement, however. Concerns about the Elven Queen and possible ulterior motives were brought up, but I reminded everyone that we were still a fledgling nation and we were without an formal allies who would lend military support. Allying ourselves with the Elves to the south would do well to secure our southern borders, in addition to our northern borders (which we share with Brevoy).

What’s more, Aerith and I have actually fallen in love since we had first met. This marriage arrangement is not exclusively in the interest of political maneuvering – we want to be together in personal union. Aerith intends to bring a group of Elven mages to come stay in New Hope, as well as her own personal guard. If more of her kin wish to come live in our fair nation, then so be it. Admittedly, I had hoped that more of her Elf kin would be open to living with us but their xenophobia is more prevalent than I realized. I wonder how many of her people will come to the wedding celebration..


Towards the end of the council meeting, Poog burst through all beaten and bloodied. I rushed to his side, muttering a prayer to Iomedae to help me heal my good goblin friend. When he recovered, Poog announced that his patrol was ambushed by a group of Trolls while scouting towards the south. Not wasting any time, my core group of friends made immediate preparations to find these Trolls. We would leave in two days.

Before we left, however, Zirul and Bosco introduced a rather reserved fellow who went by the moniker “Jam”. Zirul had been actively recruiting for his spy network and felt that Jam would be a fine addition to his retinue. He and Bosco recommended that our Troll hunt would be a fine opportunity for Jam to prove his worth, and for Zirul to test his skill. Since both Zirul and Bosco vouched for Jam, I took it at their word and agreed that Jam come with us.

A Scarecrow’s Hut…

Our first day out, Jam and Zirul encountered a hut. It was evident that someone still inhabited the hut but was not presently home. Jam had picked the lock of the door, though. I asked, “Did either you attempt knocking first?” to which Jam and Zirul looked at each other, and then to me but procured no logical explanation to such an obvious approach when trying to determine if someone was home.

It was at this point that Bosco decided to examine a nearby pool of water (we were in a swamp after all), when all of a sudden the scarecrow who was serving as the hut’s silent guardian, sprang to life and attacked Bosco unawares. The idea of a living scarecrow seemed to haunt Bosco as he was clearly shaken throughout the entire encounter. The combined might of the five of us prevailed and soon enough the scarecrow lay scattered on the swamp.

Not wishing to disturb the hut any further, I wrote on the door using a piece of chalk, advising the owner of who we were who had stopped by, and where we could be found. I’m sure that whomever this hermit is, once he or she came home and saw the scarecrow’s remains littered about, would wonder who would do such a thing, and why their door was unlocked. Seeing no other reason to being in the area, I suggested we move on, much to the chagrin of Zirul and more interestingly, Jam. I hope that Jam doesn’t turn out to be a simple thief whose primary pleasure in life is to rob people when they are away.

Candlemere Tower…

The next day we came upon a tower which seemed to be isolated on an island in the middle of the lake adjoining our nation city. It seemed a peculiar thing, but we did not have the present capabilities with which to examine the tower up close and personal. Seeing as it was rather late in the day, we decided to make camp next to the lake with the tower in clear view from our campsite.

I took the first watch. As I was reflecting on the year’s events, I saw in the horizon a glowing ball of energy coming from the tower. As it floated closer to me, I detected a strong aura of evil present in this ball of energy. Furthermore, there was a rather sinister looking skull that could clearly be seen from the floating ball’s center mass as it approached closer still. I decided that this was some sort of evil spirit and immediately roused my companions to prepare for battle with a vengeful spirit.

As we prepared for battle, it seemed that my companions had all abandoned me. They had all simply vanished. And what’s worse, the ball of energy seemed to have vanished too. Still being able to detect an evil presence, I did not let my guard down. My hunch proved true as the ball of energy suddenly appeared in front of me right out of thin air, and shocked with with a very painful electrical charge. I took a swung at it, calling upon the name of Iomedae, but the electric pain must have had lingering effects as I nearly dropped my sword.

Receiving another electrical shock and still missing on a blow that would easily fell an Ogre, I decided that I was clearly outmatched. This was confirmed as Zirul yelled for me to run, which I did, Zirul covering my escape in a hail of arrows singing past me and somehow hitting the ghost. I had only been on the run for a minute when I suddenly saw Jam easily catch up to me (I do wear full plate armor) with the ghost quickly gaining ground on him. If he couldn’t outpace this ghost, there was no way I could. I decided to make a final stand so that my companions could at, the very least, escape. I stopped running and turned around.

The energy ball zapped me a couple more times, but I was able to heal myself enough to offset the pain, all the while finally being able to strike true and inflict some pain unto this ghost-energy ball thing. My companions also decided to make a final stand with me as it was clear none of us could outrun this thing. Finally gather ourselves and coordinating our attacks, we were able to dispatch of this evil spirit. This was something I would rather not fight any time soon.

A “Druid” and his Oak Tree…

After our encounter with the vengeful spirit, we then came upon a rather large oak tree that was currently inhabited by a druid and his large mountain lion companion. Like the energy ball from the night before, I sense a very prominent evil emanating from this outwardly friendly druid. What was most peculiar was that Ganon attempted to speak to this druid in a language unknown to us all, even the supposed druid. We then began communicating in the Elven tongue and this ‘druid’ did not appreciate this.

While we discussed, in Elven, our next best course of action, Bosco went into the druid’s oak tree home for some tea and biscuits, albeit unbeknownst to all of us. Moments later we heard Bosco shriek in pain and we immediately sprang to action. The druid’s feline companion stood guard, but we made quick work of it. I charged into the abode of the ‘druid’ and after a few bouts of smiting him, the ‘druid’ had had enough and decided to make his escape by tumbling past all of us, going through the front door, and leaping away – but not before Zirul placed a few well shot arrows into his back.

Going through his possessions, we were able to recover a very nice and magical set of leather armor for Ganon as well as a ring for our new companion, Jam. We also acquired a treasure map that would lead us to a magical crossbow of some sort.

Another Werewolf??

Unable to figure out where to go next, we decided to head back to New Hope. Poog had originally told us all that the trolls that attacked him were directly south of our city, but Zirul had, for some reason, taken us on a steady western route. I found this to be most curious as to why Zirul would lead us west when our quarry was directly south, according to Poog. Granted, trolls are not known for staying in any one particular location, I still found it odd that we were heading west when we should have been looking to the south. Maybe Zirul has his own agenda to fulfill? It was at this point, I decided we should head back to our city and rest and regroup.

Upon returning, we were immediately greeted by Svetlana. Sveltlana informed us that there had been two murders – a young farm boy at one of our farms and a young farm girl from the city proper. Both had been attacked at night and had wounds that indicated a wild animal to be the culprit.

We decided to investigate the matter further by meeting with the parents of the young girl, who happened to live within the confines of our city. Upon meeting the father of the poor, unfortunate girl, Bosco thought it would be best to compensate the family with 1 gold to cover funeral expenses. I thought this to be rather low, but Zirul interjected and insisted on seeing the body of the girl. When we inspected the poor girl’s corpse, Zirul looked as if he were trying to determine the cause of death. He didn’t seem to be making any progress so I decided to take a look myself and was able to determine that this girl had suffered the wounds similar to a large wolf – or werewolf, based on the descriptions we had received and my own personal knowledge of lycanthropes. The girl was also missing one of her ears.

As we left, I handed the father a platinum and a couple extra gold coins to help cover funeral expenses. He was more than grateful. As we traveled our road towards the farm where the other victim was found, we found that the tracks were wolf-like going towards a copse of forest trees, and then human heading towards our city! It was at this point that I realized we had focused entirely too much on commerce and industry development and not nearly enough on security. To have a werewolf simply coming and going at its leisure within our nation was a clear indicator that our defense was far too soft. If a single werewolf can come and go as it please, what about an army of ogres, trolls, or even goblins and kobolds? Our citizenry are entirely too vulnerable to such attacks. We need to beef up security.

A New Ally…?

Heading back towards our town, we went to the town hall to inquire about someone who seemed out of place and visiting our town. As it turned out, the innkeeper at our town hall (we do need a proper inn so we don’t have to use our town hall to serve as one) revealed that there was a traveler who had been staying at our city recently. He was from one of the nearby barbarian tribes. He carried a large axe and was rather large in stature. We asked for the key to his room and upon inspection of the barbarian’s room, we found a severed ear with an earring under the bed. It was clear that this ear belonged to the girl who had been murdered recently.

We then sought out this person. It was Ganon and Bosco who found this barbarian first as he was in an alley drinking himself away. And it was only midday. When I showed up on scene (Warden Kesten and a group of 10 guards in tow), I demanded that the barbarians cease and desist his actions and that he immediately submit and come with me. When he refused initially, I told him of the ear we had found under his bed. He then broke down and spoke of nightmares that he had been having and that his drinking was his way of alleviating those nightmares.

It became clear that he was the culprit behind the murders but he showed remorse for his actions and was willing to atone for his heinous crimes. I could detect an air of evil around the barbarian. Kundal was his name. And he wasn’t completely evil – he was just prone to it due to his curse of lycanthropy.

We sought out our resident cleric, Jhod. Aurora could not help him, but advised us that Jhod may. And Jhod was more than able to lift the curse of lycanthropy from the poor Kundal. Kundal, his curse of being a werewolf completely removed, was now indebted to us. I told him that in order to attone for his crimes, he must help see to the burial of the girl and boy that he murdered during his werewolf state. He would also assist in Jhod in all other matters, but this was more so that Jhod could keep an eye on him.

Kundal readily agreed to all of this and offered me his great axe as thanks. I gave him my silver greatsword in return, that he may fend off any possible lycanthropes who might be a threat to him, or anyone, in the near future. Finally, I told him that I would send for him in a couple of months. Kundal has clear martial prowess and it would be better served elsewhere once he had atoned for his sins. He has to prove himself first, however.

Securing New Hope…

In the next few months, we re-adopted a posture of security. We put to construction buildings focused to promote our nation’s security from within. We built an Office of the City Guard so that Kesten and his guardsmen would have a place with which they could focus exclusively on the security of the city of New Hope without being distracted by exterior, military affairs when he and his men were housed in the barracks.

We also built a jail to house criminals. We don’t typically have a problem with criminals as of yet, but we need a place for Kesten and his men to house them. When we first dealt with Kundal, my first instinct was to lock him up so that we had a place to secure him while we figured out what to do with him. At the time we did not have a jail, and imprisoning him in a house seemed like a very ineffective way of securing someone prone to transforming into a werewolf – a creature likely to easily break out of house. A jail, by its very nature, is ten times more secure.

A smith was the last thing that we built. Our army is small, but it is growing. Furthermore, the guards that augment our army is are increasing in number, so I needed a structure that would enable me to produce weapons and armor en masse. And I would also need more smiths to help me outfit our soldiers and guards. A smith would enable me to do all of this.

Walls and such are going to be the next considerations. It may seem like we are taking a very paranoid posture, but it is necessary as we are, as I’ve said several times before, A BUFFER for Brevoy and also Kyonin. We need to be able to withstand an attack before we build structures focused on commerce and industry. And with groups of trolls still at large in the south, large tribes of lizardmen to the west, and several untold hazards and dangers all around New Hope, security must be of primary import.

I am more than willing to take on this role of making the executive position for such a posture. My years of training to be a Knight of Iomedae, as well as a soldier in her majesty’s army for so many years, has taught me the importance of military might.

A nation cannot have economic and industrial power without military power to protect those interests.

Zirul's Year in New Hope

As we look back on this past year it is quite amazing to see how things have evolved in such a short time. It seems like only days ago that we were living in the remains of the Stag Lords fortress and wondering what to do once our charter was completed. In the early months it took all of our time and resources to prepare a foundation for this city and to built the castle and town hall which now stand out amongst our city.

The first month was also filled with a bit of personal excitement. As I was out on a walk in the forest the one day I encountered a small raccoon who I was able to get close to. He was quite an exciting fellow and while I wasn’t able to pet him it does seem that he might be friendly.

Our second month was marked with some unexpected excitement as a delegation of of nobles from Restov came here to celebrate with us and to see what we were up to. While it was nice to have the resources that they brought I am left with a concerned as to why they have come so quickly after we started our work here. While I probably should have spent time celebrating with the others it seems best to spend time talking with our guests and watching them as best I could. Over the course of the last month I have not noticed anything too suspicious, but I think that as spymaster I really need to learn how to do a better job next time.

After some time I have been able to make friends with and train the raccoon I met a few months ago. He is a wonderful fellow and I have been able to train him as a hunter. I have a feeling he will be a major help and maybe a good guard to assist during our travels. In fact we were able to do some hunting today and I found him to be an excellent companion and have decided to name the little guy Ricky.

Our third and fourth months have been an exciting times for the city as we were finally able to begin establishing some housing for our people including the beginnings of our farms. It has also been an exciting time personally as I have begun working towards recruiting some help to scout and spy for our city. It maybe paranoia but I still think that visit in our second month was a sign to be careful. I am not sure what the true difference is between a Nobel and the bandits I grew up with but if the one has taught me anything it’s to be prepared.

While I have come to realize I am not as well suited as Bor’s is for developing our new home I have been able to spend the last few months helping where needed and using the rest of my time to work amongst our small but growing force of troops. With some practice and some of the bows we have collected we have seen some wonderful progress amongst the warriors in our army. I am sure that many of them will make fine archers who can guard the walls of the castle and maybe one day the walls of this city. In addition I have been able to put in some time to build up our collection of bows and arrows which should help keep our men well stocked for some time to come. I am hoping to be able to recruit a few of the best of them as scouts to assist in our advanced defense.

Month 7

Bor’s has done a wonderful job with the troop train and it has been great fun being able to spend time amongst them. We have a number of fine troops and a couple of may proof useful as advanced scouts, but we’ll see how they do as we continue to train and drill.

As this month draws to a close I think it is time to get out of the city a bit so I will be taking some time to travel our woodlands and see whats going on. Maybe I will even stop by and see about that restoration work for Erastil’s temple in the woods. It seems a good excuse to be out of the city for a few weeks and maybe I can get in some time to go hunting. Maybe I can even get in some time making a few more bows and arrows as I relax in the woods.

Month 9

I have spent much of the last two months traveling the area between the temple of Erastil, Oleg’s trading post and the city. It has been an enjoyable time of travel in the area. I am excited to see the progress but also to have an opportunity to spend some time hunting in these woods. My little friend Ricky has proven to be quite the helper.

Month 10

I have received some updates from the spy I was able to send out though the information seems quite limited. It seems that at this point there is neither a positive or negative wind towards our city.

Our city has expanded substantially while I was out wandering and it seems that the roads are in place. We have almost managed to make it to Oleg’s. Maybe I will go and see how things are there

Month 11

I am somewhat depressed that to realize that the Elf who did damage to our Goblin’s could not be dealt with. He might have made a wonderful addition to help as our official assassin. I must make sure not to share my thoughts with Bor’s he might not like that idea.

Month 12

I have spent much of the month working on weapon production and spent some time training a few men to help with scouting. Just need to work on getting some reassignments.

Zirul's Adventures Part IV

What a thought now we are not just being requested to explore land for someone else, now we have been asked to establish a kingdom? What a thought to actually have a true home, one where none can chase me out? How would such a thing look to have a place to come back to? Today my motions and thoughts are in circles as I process a change I had never considered. Maybe it will be possible to make something lasting that is not as messed up as so many of the towns I have seen before. Maybe I am a bit paranoid, but I have the feeling we are being setup as a buffer for those in power elsewhere in their political intrigues, how I wish I had devoted more time unraveling such things. Maybe I can find help to guide me in those nuances.

We have spend the last few days talking among ourselves and talking to some of the acquaintances we have made to establish help in making this project work. One thing that has become certain as we plan the basics of where to build and what it should look like is that we will need some people who are able to assist us while we are away on projects to help solidify this land for a kingdom. Bor’s has been able to negotiate with Oleg to assist us with tracking our city resources, Keston the head of the Guards for Oleg’s trading post has agreed to serve as our Warden and to look after the local guards. Additionally we have been able to acquire the assistance or Aurora to act as our high priest and to look after the people coming to live with us. Among ourselves we have also agreed to take up a few roles needed to keep things going. It has been decided that Bor’s will be acting as our official leader, Gannon shall help as a councilor representing the citizens. As for me, it seems I have gain agreement to be able to spend my time in a less visible role to see what I can do to defend our new hope.

In addition to the roles to be filled by our current team it seems that we have been joined by an old friend who can assist us by acting as a diplomat. Our companion from when we first began to explore this land has returned. Today while walking through Oleg’s I encountered Bosco the gnome. He seems to have grown substantially over the last few months and is no longer the Pyro I remember, but has instead become an adept spinner of stories. It even seems the roamers that had reached us of a Bosco the Great have been exaggerated, but are indeed about our old friend. It has been quite a refreshing day to here is stories of adventure.

Today after we had a chance to deal with that annoying spider who tried to catch us a few weeks back we met the first of our new citizens. Bervoy has sent a few dozen who will help us with clearing out the Stag Lord’s old home so that we can begin work on the castle that will be the home for us. In our with them we have encountered one among them who stands out a bit above everyone else. His name is Kratos and he seems to be adept at martial prowess and has agreed to come with us as we have agreed to assist our old friend Poog with an errand. It seems that through his time traveling with the group he has grown significantly and now desires to find other goblins who are not evil. While such a thing is a stretch, we have decided to go home with him to assist in overthrowing the current evil leader in order to save a few of them.

After a little over 3 days of uneventful travel we have returned with the citizens of the city that we have agreed to call “A New Hope”. A name that seems strangely symbolic in this crazy world. We have tasked the group with clearing the land so that we can begin work on the castle and the surrounding community. After setting things in order we will take off for Poog’s village.

Poog’s village is a small facility with somewhere near two dozen goblins. I am unable to tell who is not evil, but as Bor’s seems to be good at such things we shall leave this to him. Between scouting and talking to Poog we have come to learn that the Goblin’s are ruled by a king who has at least one bodyguard who is the brother of Poog. Poog seems to believe his brother is evil beyond hope and must die, what a loving family. After some discussion it was agreed that Bor’s, Gannon, Krato’s and Poog would go into the town and that Bor’s would attempt to challenge the king for leadership in an attempt to save lives. As for Bosco and myself we will remain outside in the forest a ways off to allow assistance should our plan not execute as we had hoped.

As they entered the city all seemed well, but it did not take long to see that our strategy for a simple solution was not going to work. As I watched Bor’s talk to the Goblin king I saw the Goblin attempt to skewer him. Immediately his guards and several other soldiers came into the mix. Through the smart work of Gannon the soldiers were all captured in vines and just the keep and bodyguards were left n the battle. Though it was close, we were able to gain victory over the king and as he fell I experienced something new. In an attempt to avoid additional bloodshed I cried out to the Goblin’s to surrender which all but the bodyguards heeded.

As we prepared to deal with the citizen’s of Poog’s village an unusual event occurred within our group as we squabbled over what to do with those who surrendered and were evil. As we each made a case for what to do with them I could seem that the citizen’s were so scared and frightened of us. Though I could never have imagined it my heart ached for the Goblin’s and I could not find the will to kill those who surrendered even if they were evil; a view that was not fully shared. As I looked at them during our discussion I was confronted with a question on conscience, how could a “New Hope” be founded upon the deaths of those willing to surrender. Fortunately we were able to come to an agreement that the lives of even the evil one’s would be spared, but they must leave the village without arms or armor; the rest would travel back with us to help with building the town. In addition Poog has agreed to act as our Marshall and with the help of others will work to keep the region under control for us.

As we returned to our new hope we prepared for the next challenge of our adventure; to build a home. Notes on a New Hope and a new home still to come.

The Story of Bors and Co., Part V

First Year as Baron Bors, of New Hope

It is strange to feel that an entire year has past since we ousted the Stag Lord, relieving him of his fort, and us laying the foundation of what has become a rather flourishing nation. People from all walks of life, goblin to human, flock to New Hope seeking a better life, or a chance at a fresh start.

We welcome all who follow these basic principles:

  1. Respect for your fellow neighbor.
  2. Respect for your lawmakers and law enforcers.
  3. Respect for your sovereigns.
  4. Respect for yourself, your community, and your nation – New Hope.

Those who cannot abide by these simple principles shall be asked to leave for we do not tolerate those who would wish us harm from within. We have enough to worry about with external threats ever looming on the horizon.

With that said, it has been quite an eventful first year for New Hope. Let me see if I can recollect the past year accurately.

Month 1

Foundations laid, we claimed the territory containing the late Stag Lord’s fort as our own. As a testament to our strength and victory, we saw fit to build a castle. Such a glorious, wondrous piece of architecture this is. We appointed positions, and were able to fill most that we require. We decided on having an annual festival and low tax levels to begin. We zoned a nearby area to be our first city district. We have big plans, and they are about to become reality. The buzz of excitement is in the air.

Month 2

We claimed a piece of territory immediately to our northwest, and placed roads connecting it to our capital city. We also designated that plot of land to be farmland only so that we have a steady supply of foodstuffs with which to feed our citizens. We then put to construction a Town Hall. A castle is a central meeting area for nobles, much like the Town Hall is the citizen equivalent for their local leadership. Of course, we intend to be present at several of these town hall meetings as well.

It seemed somewhat strange, but nobles from Restov paid a surprise visit and we saw fit to celebrate with a feast! There was plenty of wine and pork and ale to go around. Everyone had a grand time. I believe we made a good impression, not only on our visiting benefactors, but also on our newly arrived citizens as well. And the visitors had deep pockets to go with lowered inhibitions so there was plenty of coin to be made. I wish that we would have visits such as this more often…

Month 3

We had a bountiful harvest! Iomedae and Erastil had been benevolent indeed! They were smiling down upon us! There was plenty of grain to go around, and a large surplus to sell. All told, we made a profit of 24,000 gold pieces in surplus stock. To celebrate, we decided to spend this month building houses for everyone. No longer will they have to sleep near the Castle or the Town Hall. But they will now have an area to call their own, free of the hustle and bustle of the aforementioned structures that are primarily used as meeting places.

Month 4

Feeling the need to establish a standing army, we built a barracks with which to adequately house soldiers and guards. With my background as a soldier and knight by trade, I took personal responsibility of training the soldiers myself. Currently we have a small standing army of 100 stout men-at-arms. Kesten also trained 50 men to serve as guards and sentries throughout the city, and also to man the walls and gates of the castle. While the soldiers and guards are somewhat modestly equipped, I do intend to oversee production of sharper blades, broader shields, and armor worthy of a junior knight. I will take to this task as my free time will dictate. Running a nation as its Duke is time consuming enough.

I begin the production of a personal set of full plate armor – suitable for a knight of my rank. Once complete, I intend to find a person with the skill to imbue it (as well as my shield) with magical properties.

Month 5

Seeing the necessity for persons of magical ability, this month we decided to build a structure that would cater to the trading of exotic goods. Merchants have started to visit, so they need at some place to sell their more exotic wares. We put to construction a building appropriate for such a need.

Also, a small group of goblins came and submitted to our rule. It turns out that these goblins were remnants of Poog’s village. In a show of their sincerity, they presented us with 8000 gold pieces worth of assorted jewelry, precious metals, valued art pieces, and coin. We gladly accepted them, and Poog has since incorporated them into a section of housing exclusively for goblins, which is near an area directly outside the walls of the castle. Poog seems happy that so many of his kinsmen are living among us as equals. Naturally, he is appointed to see to their needs.

Month 6

The new goblin presence in our city has caused a bit of unrest among the Elves it seems. It’s nothing serious yet, but it is certainly something to keep a watchful eye on. Our exotic craftsmen managed to craft something of high value and profits for its sale helped our economy significantly.

I continue to train soldiers. They are coming along rather well. I have since completed production of my personal full plate armor and was lucky enough to find someone with the necessary skill of imbuing it with desired magical properties. This person imbued these same magical properties unto my shield. Of course, this individual was well-compensated for their services through coin out of my very own pocket.

Month 7

Oleg’s wife, Svetlana, did something completely unexpected this month. No one had ever thought her to be an artist. Well, not only did she turn out to have a natural talent for painting, but she’s quite the prodigious painter! She had recently completed a work of art and had intentions of using profits from its sale for the good of the nation. I don’t think anyone anticipated Svetlana’s work of art to sell for 24,000 gold pieces! And she made good her word and donated every single coin to our nation’s coffers! I approached her and again offered her a position of great import, and one we had yet to fill: Magister. Svetlana insisted that she was not qualified to fill such a position, but I felt otherwise. She needed some time to think about it.

I continue to train and drill the soldiers. They are looking sharp and learning how to respond quickly to changes in formation calls.

Month 8

Another city district is designated with intentions for it to be zoned exclusively to the study and furthering of arcana. Soon mages and sorcerers will flock to New Hope and we shall have even stronger allies residing within the city.

I begin production of a new line of armor and shields for the soldiers who had now completed their basic training. Our army may be small, but they are well-trained and well-equipped.

Month 9

We annex another plot of land into our growing nation. A farm is built (livestock), as well as a road. We have every intention of constructing a paved road, connecting our nation to Oleg’s Trade Post. Such a road would lessen the travel time between New Hope and Oleg’s quite significantly.

Svetlana finally accepted the offer of filling the position of Magister of New Hope. As it turns out, she is quite the Bard, skilled in the ways of crafting artwork. We are overjoyed to have her finally serving alongside us. And quite capably so.

Month 10

We continue to expand our borders and build roads and lay down even more farms. Our roads almost reach Oleg’s but not quite. It will be a few more months before this task is complete. I continue to work on new armor for our soldiers, as well as the guardsmen. This task is nearly done and my next personal task is to craft new weapons for them – crossbows for the guards shortbows for the soldiers. I expect that Zirul will oversee the production of these weapons.

Month 11

Our continued expansion towards Oleg’s has gone smoothly up until this month. We had received reports of an unsavory character slitting the throats some of the goblins as they slept. Unfortunately, four goblins had been murdered before we were able to catch the culprit. Chief of the Guard, Warden Kesten, brought before us an Elf. This Elf was so prejudiced towards goblins that he made it his personal goal to completely eradicate them from New Hope. He was beyond reason and so I left his fate in the hands of Poog and his goblin kinsmen. They strung him up and used him for target practice. Poog has done well in training his kin to become proficient as Marshalls of the Frontier.

At this point, I make a speech this day reminding all of the people that New Hope will not tolerate such heartless acts of cruelty. Racism, among many things, will simply not be tolerated. Everyone present readily agreed with everything that I said.

I take some time to myself, going back to my personal workshop and continue to and begin to craft some polearms. Our soldiers will need reach weapons should they encounter any cavalry.

Month 12

We finally have completed enough road to connect Oleg’s Trading Post and New Hope. It was during this month that we annexed this territory into the nation of New Hope. Oleg was not overly pleased at first, but I was able to convince him of the benefits. Moreover, he is our acting Treasurer. And his wife, Svetlana, is now serving as our Magister. It is to everyone’s benefit that this plot of land be under the protection and guidance of New Hope.

The lands surrounding Oleg’s are designated city building, and we laid the foundations of the first district down. Already a very sturdy, defensible structure in its own right, it was decided that Oleg’s Trade Post not be used exclusively for trade. We decided to fortify it even further. Construction was made so that the walls were made higher and reinforced with stone. All of the artillery pieces that were originally out of commission were repaired, and are now manned by engineers well-suited to the task. There is also a small garrison of soldiers stationed here full-time.

Oleg’s can still function primarily as a trading post. It just doesn’t look like the sort of trading post where unsavory characters would likely be found. It is well-secured now, and under heavy guard. If there are any remnants of bandits in the area, they would be foolhardy to even consider victimizing this post.

The Story of Bors and Co., Part IV

A New Charter…

We were all feeling quite accomplished for having completed our charter. After finishing the mundane task of transporting the seized goods from the slain Stag Lord and his henchmen back to Oleg’s (where we intended to sell most of it which would net us a nice profit), we were tasked with yet another charter.

The Sword Lords of Restov sent an envoy by the name of Jan Ice to find us. Jan presented us our reward for mapping the territory and quelling the banditry – a bag of 500 platinum pieces. Jan also informed us that we were to start a new nation to serve as a “buffer” between the untamed wilds of the south, and the city of Restov. In order to get a start on meeting this daunting task, we were given a large sum of coin to be used for laying the foundations of what we intend to be a great nation. All told, we were given ~200,000 gold pieces. The price for such a generous offer from the Sword Lords: that we simply become a trade partner once our economy is properly established. But the primary focus on Restov having our nation serve as its buffer echoed in my mind no less.

Enlisting Help…

I personally took upon the mantle of Baron for the city that we would call New Hope. Our vision with this city is that others see it as a beacon of hope, that they may live in relative safety and security in a land newly liberated of bandits and lawlessness. Zirul took to the task of clandestine affairs while Ganon would become the head of the council. Poog only desired that he patrol the frontier. For that, he was appointed as the Marshall.

It was then that Bosco, our long lost Gnome friend, had finally come back. He was a welcome sight, indeed. He regaled us with tales of his adventures, dealing with bandits and wizards. Bosco had become quite proficient at storytelling. Whereas Bosco had once been only able to tell a yarn, of which we could clearly sense he was embellishing, he was now able to spin tales of yore that not only entertained us greatly, but were quite believable. His abilities with his recorder instrument had also become above reproach. With his silver tongue and general likeable persona, it was best that he fulfill the role of Grand Diplomat – a position that he was all to happy to accept.

Kesten Garess, the Captain of the Guard at Oleg’s, also readily accepted a position with us. He would take the position of Warden – essentially fulfilling the same duties as he had for Oleg, but on a much larger scale, and with far more responsiblity. Oleg himself, on the other hand, was no stranger to keeping his own personal records of finance and inventory, him being a trader and all. It made perfect sense for him to be our Treasurer. His wife, Svetlana, would also be his assistant.

Spied by a Spider…

Deciding it best to make the roads completely safe, we decided to rid our land of the trap door spider that we had encountered several weeks ago. It was to be a few days before the first group of settlers would show up, so we had some spare time to complete this little errand.

Ridding ourselves of the large vermin proved to be a more challenging task than anticipated. It mostly stayed under it’s rock trap door. We had all tried to lift the door ourselves but to no avail. Ganon then made use of his Druid repertoire and turned the stone door into mere mud. The door more malleable, Bosco then set the mud ablaze (with the assistance of some oil I had happened to have). Now the door was ceramic. I was able to smash through the door but not without the spider grabbing me and pulling me down a bit. After an arrow or two successfully finding their mark, the spider nearly dragged me into its lair completely. I had thought my fate sealed. Then I pulled out my dagger. I raised my dagger up high, and with a desperate lunge downward, using all of my strength and might, I drove my dagger so far deep into the spider’s skull (which killed it instantly), that I had great difficulty retrieving it back.

The roads now safe from the giant spider menace, we then went back to Oleg’s to meet with the settlers.

A New Companion…

Poog was feeling down. Asking him what was bothering him, Poog told us that he really liked us. Of course the feeling was mutual (well, maybe not so much for the Gnome). The reason for Poog’s despondence, however, was that he wanted to help other Goblins who were of a kind heart, just like Poog. But they were currently vassals of a very evil Goblin King. And what’s more, Poog’s very own brother was a personal bodyguard of this Goblin King. Wanting nothing more than to rescue those poor good Goblins from their plight, Poog asked us to escort him go back to this goblin encampment, so that we may kill the king and his minions.

Naturally we agreed to help Poog, but we would need to enlist more help. Looking at the group of settlers that had just arrived at Oleg’s, I asked the group if there was any among them who had skill in battle and brave enough to fight insurmountable odds. Only one stepped forward. His name was Kratos. He was a tower of a man, and he was a Ranger to boot. But he was a Ranger unlike Zirul. While Zirul was handy with the bow, Kratos was quite skilled with the blade. And not just one blade – Kratos was quite adept at wielding two blades, one in each hand. His martial prowess would definitely be a welcome addition to this mission.

Leaving Kesten and Aurora (who we had appointed as High Priest to our nation) to deal with the mundane affair leading the settlers south so that they may prepare the lands surrounding the Stag Lord’s fort and thus make it suitable for establishing a city, we journeyed towards the west, where Poog once called home.

The Goblin Village…

We made it to the goblin village in about 3 days time. Zirul went ahead to scout out the village itself while we discussed the best avenue of approach. Once Zirul reported back, we decided that we would simply walk into the village while Zirul and Bosco hid up in the trees. Should combat be met, and we all felt certain that there was simply no way to avoid a violent outcome, Zirul and Bosco would be in a good position to snipe whilst up in the trees.

The most peculiar thing was that the Goblin King spoke the same language as us Human folk with such relative ease. I challenged him to a duel, 1-on-1, but since I was no goblin, I was not allowed to duel the king for the throne. Unable to solve this problem the civilized way, we simply met them head on, myself and Kratos engaging the Goblin King toe-to-toe with his two bodyguards flanking him, while Zirul opened up from his elevated position in the trees.

Ganon had the presence of mind to cast a spell that took all of the goblin troops out of the fight altogether, entangling them with vines coming up from the very ground from which they all stood. They never had a chance to participate in the fight.

Kratos and I were having a difficult go as the Goblin King and his bodyguards proved more than a match for us. Poog was able to divert one of the bodyguards away. Not surprisingly, that bodyguard happened to be none other than Poog’s brother himself. The odds more even, Kratos and I engaged the Goblin King and just one of his bodyguards. They were still very difficult to take down, but summoning the strength of Iomedae, I was able to smite the heathen king not once, but twice! The goblin king fell in short order, but not before leaving several painful marks on me.

Ganon did well making sure that Kratos stayed healthy as Kratos took quite a licking from the bodyguard he was dealing with. The combined efforts of Poog, Zirul, and Bosco were more than enough to take down Poog’s brother. And soon enough, Kratos and I were able to dispatch of the remaining bodyguard. Predictably, the entangled goblin soldiers immediately lay down their arms and surrendered when they saw that we had defeated their leaders.

I was able to separate the evil goblins from the non-evil goblins. There were 11 non-evil goblins (1 of whom was one of the soldiers), and we offered to take them with us. They eagerly complied. The remaining 20-25 evil goblins we had them leave immediately, leaving their weapons and armor behind and only taking with them supplies to make the trip elsewhere.

A New Hope…

Returning to New Hope, we were finally able to start construction of the nation. In about three months time, we had laid down some farmland as well as a road directly connecting it to our city. We then built a very defensible castle. I am quite proud and fond of this first structure as it is a testament to the strength iconic to a nation bearing the name “New Hope”. Worthy, indeed. We also constructed a Town Hall – an important edifice which would allow for the city’s citizens to directly meet with us when it came time to discuss civil matters. Lastly, we put together a cluster of homes so that the new settlers would have some place nice to live.

In those three months, our initial population of 36 settlers plus 11 goblins ballooned to roughly 1800! I have plans to appropriate approximately 5% of the total population into the army so that we may have some semblance of a regular standing army. Our new nation will also require a full-time city watch to man the gates and walls, and city guardsman to patrol the streets. I will also require that an additional 10% of the total population receive some form of basic soldiering training so that they may serve in the auxiliary defense force (reserves), to be called upon in times of dire circumstances and extreme duress. I feel that security is of the utmost importance, considering our vulnerable fledgling status as a newly founded nation. I will oversee training and Kesten and Kratos will both assist me. It must also be noted that Poog intends to patrol the frontiers and maintain its security. He will be training his goblin kin that we had liberated and they will be included as part of his regular patrols.

We have been told, flat out, that we are to serve as the BUFFER between Restov and the untamed wild. This tells me that we can expect to be attacked often. If we’re to be any form of effective buffer, we’re must have a well-trained, well-armed, and well-sized defense force contingent. With our high castle walls, this is certainly a strong positive step in going towards this direction. Next we need to construct a Barracks to house these soldiers and guards. After the Barracks, we can start thoroughly focusing on buildings of commerce.

The life and times of Bosco the Brave
A Gnome Sorcerer (and Bard) tale of intrigue and woe

The Potion

It’s lonely on this road. I’ve heard of sorcerors putting wizards putting their spells
in liquid form, so I gave it a shot. Turns out I can. I simply cast the spell on swamp water
and lets it boil and after some time, the spell is imbued in the new potion. Unfortunately
I’ve only got one wineskin, so I can’t save the potion. I’ll need to pick osme up.

The Wanderer

It appears I’ve gone the wrong way. I’ve never seen these lands before. The ground is much
more wet. Almost like a marsh. Perhaps I’m near a place of water. A lake or stream or river.
These humans have so many names for waterways. Lake or stream should be enough.
How is Pond more clear than “small lake”. This grimy language is inane.

The Victorious

I did it. I was threatened and I didn’t just flee. I fought. Probably helps that I was grimy
starving and it was a small boar. And that I snuck up on it. And that I my wineskin was full of
Curing potion. When I saw the boar, i was burrowing about, as if for truffles. I hit him with
my Burning Hands spell and ran THEN I ran and hid behind a tree. The boar chased me, but by then
I had Vanish and he was unable to see me. Of course, he could still smell me and I got a bunch of
tusks in my thigh. Instintively I touched it and it began to laugh. A laughing boar!
I’ll never forget that. After a few more rounds of fiery spells, the boar was not only
dead, but fully cooked. That was the best night in a long time.

The Feasting Hall

I take it back. THIS was the best night in a long time. I’m in a bed, in a house, with a full
belly and stories to dream about. I found a hill and climbed it for a better vantage point.
Nearing the summit, I spied a door in one of the rocks. Approaching it, it opened for me
with no prompting. Inside, I met men of valor. Women of courage. There was a glow about them
as if their joy was a small aura, in the same way each of us has one of arcana. I learned the story
of Torykk the barbarian, who slew a troll with the bone of it’s fallen brother. I heard a song
by Drais the druid who’s beautiful notes spoke of rescuing the orphans from an evil priest.
My favorite however was another gnome. A wizard named Zook who battled his allies in a tournament
and in a moment of brilliance, shapeshifted a lion into a sheep to end a battle. The ale and
food awere top notch and I’ll sleep well this night. I’ve even snuck a few of the smaller jars from the kitchen
into my pack. I’ll use them for potions later.

The Entrepenuer

These jars are fantastic. I’ve got curing potions, vanish potions, armor potions, even a gag one
that will rotate glowing orbs around your head. When I return to Oleg’s I’ll see if he can sell some of them.

The Silver Tongue

My recorder was put to the test today. As I slept a group of bandits came upon my camp with
devious intentions. I told them to wait, and offered my self as a slave and jester to make
money for them. The naivete of bandits. Once I began playing they were completely fascinated.
And that’s when I disappeared. Unlike the boars, bandits can’t smell you out

The Trading Post

And I’m back. Things have changed a lot in these 3 months. There are far more people here and the
group I came with seems to be in charge. Let’s see what this future holds.


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