Trauma in the Sky

Caravan and Log

This log is torn from a larger log book, most of the contents of which were destroyed in an acid incident

We’ve been traveling for for 8 days. We’re still a little weary from the acid shower two days ago. Little Talbert was almost killed. It was a good thing Lord Horus agreed to hire those warriors. They’re an odd couple. One seems to have lost all of his color… though it may just as likely be he never had any color to start. The other one, ‘Shteal’, he’s hard to look at. It’s like looking in a mirror, almost surreal.

Today has been eerie on it’s own as well. The winds have died down, no animals are in sight. Hunting has been terrible, and the horses are acting up. We’re watching out for anything, people talk of dragons, but they forget the real danger on the roads, bandits, swindlers, gnomes and tricksters. We should be cautious. Raster is still awhile away.

We should be coming up on Rust Tide soon. There will be less than a days travel when we see the red sands.

The queens will be done

The last and will and testament of Danielle, first Queen of Orion of the new millennium.

My friends, in one way or another you’ve served this kingdom well, you are familiar with those who are different, and you are familiar with many of our peoples. You’ve been noticed in the past, and now you are needed. I am requesting that you take these remaining scrolls. Go to the Royal Theatre in the afternoon and speak to Lord Brune Thornpike, my faithful liege. He will tell you what is needed of you, there are opportunities for greatness, there is a lordship and titles waiting for you if you succeed, do not speak of our association with anyone but Lord Thornpike, the risk is too great.

In this year 1067 on the 126th day,
Queen Danielle

1067 CE - Early Spring

“A cathedral to the god of theives and trickery?” Torn whispered. “Profane, that’s all it is. A mockery.” He said to his neighbors quietly. In truth the temple was to all gods, though it really was barely a temple in the strictest of senses. Torn was accompanied by three others. They all were wearing brown wool robes. A keen eye could see a dagger adorned Torn’s belt. No one seemed to pay any mind.

Bards had been doing especially well at cathedrals these days. Strange people gathered in a place like this. It was a good place to disappear from the world for awhile.

That was this group’s intention anyway.

Kazag got the short straw with this one. He was the big one, a head and then some higher than most others here, he looked down on this man. Torn was large in his own right, but he was slouching against a wall. He was sore from battle, and it showed. Fresh wounds still bled through rags on his left hand, this man was a warrior. The other two priests kept their heads down, but they knew their role, and they got the long straws after all. They just get to drink, eat, enjoy the entertainers, and then get out.

“The queen has been murdered. This was her last order. Here is advanced funds. Take them and go. We can’t be seen together.” With that Torn got up quickly, and handed several scrolls to Kazag. Torn left quickly after that.

Kazag knew it wouldn’t be wise to try to read these here. “The Tavern?”

The other two in robes nodded.


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