The Wanderings of the Brigade of Fire and Steel

Damned Woods
Comfy in the forest keep

I am glad to be out of that damned forest. That place gave me the creeps big time. We almost lost Bauks, our black mage, to the Wight forest. Glad I made it in time before any one of our allies struck him down. But that ghostly being struck me hard, but… something odd happened.. My armor absorbed the dark effect in a blinding light. Then a dark spot appeared on my armor when it hit me. That ghost fled after learning my new found power. This caused Rika to inspect my armor…. Very carefully. It made me uncomfortable a bit but yet comfortable as well… Especially in the woods.

I better find some priests of Myrkul to assist me to found out about this armor… because Rika won’t explain to me what is up with my armor.

Oh. I did acquire this paladin’s saddle that was given to me by everyone after we found his fallen horse. We are not sure exactly what is inside of it. So I better make sure to check it out when I have time… probably in Norman’s ship. I better also split the gold with everyone. I don’t need that much gold and platinum coins. I am sure the paladin would have preferred that.

And now we made it to the forest keep and after being questioned if I had anything to do with the paladin’s death. Glad to know we are safe and comfortable. Even better knowing we acquired the Drought of the Lilac Tears, and returned the belongings to the soldier’s family. Makes my heart much warmer seeing her have something to remind them of their good son they have… Reminds me to return home to my family… I kind of miss them.

Observations of the Ethereal
Plot Device + Asking GM for information

They had finally found an evening in what the lady mage appreciated to be more civilized conditions. She furiously wrote next to one of the many hearths in the Tempestian estate.

To the Honorable Priests of Myrkul,

It is obvious that the inhabitants of the Forest of Wight are are not affected by magical spells. It is also greatly known that it only God-handed attacks and abilities. What is more interesting is the ability of a Siren (as she will be referred to hence) to lure and, if my theory is correct, control these spirits. I have not heard of a creature to control the undead by means of voice. According to accredited sources, the being sings to the deceased to come to the center of the forest.

She stopped writing to inspect the room again. Her party had mostly taken to rest after the festivities. Only herself and Kitty were left to sit by the roaring fire.

“Miss Rika?”
“Yes, Kitty?”
“You can go to bed now, Drace isn’t here any-”
“And vat does dat hav to do vit any’ting!?” She turned red and looked down at her letter again, focusing all her energy on the proper Indopanese tense she was using.

The meaning of this location is unknown to me; only that there is a great fog that confuses and blinds those who walk into it. Thus causing them to lose their sense of direction and become lost in the forest. This kind of fog I am familiar with thanks to the esteemed writings of Derrick Von Clementis. However, Von Clementis mentioned nothing of such a Siren.

Kitty giggled.
“Stop that!”
“You could just tell him you know.” A large smile creeped on the Irda’s face.
“I do not know vat you are talking about,” she corrected indignantly.
“Fine, Miss Rika.” She was still smiling.

Additionally, there is an armor that has been acquired with peculiar properties. It bolsters the command of the wearer, while simultaneously repels the spirits of the dead. It was found in a Temple of Myrkul. I write to you, honorable ones, to inquire of your knowledge of observations or histories of such a creature and armor. Please post back to as soon as able.


Lady Osrika von Kysely
Death Mage to Myrkul

“I could just tell him when we get back to the keep.” Her large smile grew.
“You vould not dare?!” The dark haired woman said very slowly while glaring daggers at her companion.
“We’ll see.”

The mage stood up whirled to go, only stopping herself to walk back to the borrowed writing board hurriedly finish writing, grab all of her notes in her arms and storming off; smearing ink on her hands and robes in the process.


The second/first continent makes me feel ranger-y, at least where we are now. It’s very forested, not so disimilar from our keep. Anyway, we’re only a week or so away from our first job here. Hammig is on the trail like a hooked fish, of course he’s going to the giant pillar of eternal flame. Whatever.

But there’s pixies here, they sound interesting.

Ran into some gnolls too. Well armed. Not as good as us, but they were okay. I talked to them, they were cheap, so we paid ’em off ’cause I spoke their language. Pfft, see Kurtwood manage that shit? As if.

Anyway, we’re going through the probably haunted forest but so far all we got is bugbears. They’re dead, and it’s my turn on watch now.

Oh, and I might’ve accidentally hit our main healer with a vampiric axe, but it’s okay. I gave her life back. I’m nice like that, part of being as awesome as I am.

Anyway, I spotted a good tree off from the tent, so I’m gonna settle in up there once I get my armor back on. Too bad there’s no snow or anything, still, good luck on those dumbass bugbears seein’ a ranger in a tree.

Idiots. Whatever. If they come back I’ll just kill the rest.

Fearless Leader's Jounral Entry
two rare sights in one day!

I am glad that Norman and Norma loved the painting. It makes such hard work worthwhile. I will appreciate the gifts they gave me for this commission. That painting seem to caught the others’ eyes but… it just seems to confuse them a bit and Hamig seem to stare at me giving me a “really” look.

We went out again to the desert lands all together can came across a mage of Liad’s who in great, great detail explained these spell Liad himself created. It has caught our magic-users’ attentions very much. The mages seem content and happy with their acquired spells until I get approach by Rika saying she needs my help with a pastry vendor for her favor. It seemed she really wanted that spell, she usually doesn’t ask for my help like this. I agreed and went to the vendor, and bought what she needed along with some pastries for us. That look on her face when I gave her the danish, it was quite a rare sight to behold. I don’t think I could forget that.

We returned and have been informed that we were invited to a party on this land’s prince’s honor. But we did have time until then, so Creena wanted to go get some holy crackers. Hamig turned to me and asked which one of us are going to go with her. After a decisive game, I prevailed and he had to accompany her to a temple. Then I see Rika and Kitty going on their own, saying they needed some new clothes. I sighed and decided to come along thinking she may anger that vendor as well… I think we both lost this game at this point. I was having to hold all these clothes she grabbed then put me in an awkward position about which dress she wants… I had no idea… I just said why not both and she agreed and bought all the clothes she chose, but having me to carry them. She gave me another rare bubbly smile. It is still weird.

At last it is party time and now everyone is dressed up. It is a very nice party. We are all guests for letting him know his brother is safe and sound. As a gift, he has given us all a favor for whatever we wish. I had to think about what I want now. And then retired as everyone was being merry and dancing away. Baux seemed to be showing up everyone on the dance floor. Then Rika asks me if I wanted to. And then Baux comes over and pushes me to her, making my answer very clear.

Hamig and Rika noticed that he was very frail health. Brenna wanted to help too. I agreed as well since he was such a great host to us and welcomed us with opened arms. After meeting with him in private, It seems we also have been tasked by this gracious prince to acquire this Drought of the Lilac Tears that’s in the second continent. He is a great guy and from what he says, I don’t want his son to go without a father so soon. I will find this drought and bring it to him. Thankfully it does not interfere with our task for Lobo.

Now we are in the jungle… Man, it is so hot… But I need to brace myself for such conditions, I am exploring the lands on the ports. Then this Emerald Tiger hide caught my eye. It looks very nice. I may have to get someone to fashion this into a cloak. I could make me even more inspiring. And so I bought the hide and now Fearless leader now needs a tailor or something to fix this.

Sword Concept: Moonbite
Recorded for not forgettings

Short sword, in the gladius style, crafted from Starmetal alloyed with Krondorian Steel and some silver, with Ironwood inlay permanently melded to the steel. Inlay will be knotwork Wolves in vines, trailing to the ironwood handle with the tang forming the pommel. Perhaps enchanted to allow the user to cast Moonbeam once a day.

I will keep eye out in this land for suitable wood, otherwise will find when home. May need druid for shaping properly.

I will call it Moonbite.


Is good plan.

Oh, we had party, found Prince is sick, and will seek cure in strange, humid jungle lands of second continent.

Also, Baux found out not to try to outbid leader. And found new spear sword. And new short sword, good for jungle.

And have TWO new spell, Firebreath and Liad Spell for Punching. Is not name, am just tired.

I sleep now. not want forget sword.


Hammig rubbed his knuckles as they cruised back to port to meet up with Lobo and distribute their loot. Punching Naga to death was hard work, even for a seasoned adventurer, blacksmith, and and punchy-guy like himself. His hammer stood next to him, having been entirely unused during the last confrontation. The big man hated not being able to wield it, but well knew the danger involved had he brought his holy weapon to play.

He sighed and stretched out on his hammock, Hammer of Kohsooth in easy reach. Maybe the next adventure they go on, he’ll be able to use glorious holy flames to fight, and not have to worry about accidentally exploding his whole party.

“Bah, whatever. At least now hi kyan finish my hyelmut. Next stop: Home.”

“So, we’re gonna need you to run over to Olympia, and then head to the second continent.”

I knew it. Hammig thought.

Knew what? The second voice was a new one, and in a language possibly only two people in the room understood — Hammig considered that a moment before allowing that Lobo probably could speak it if he wanted to. Gods and all. — belonging to the sword that hung at his left hip. Whether it had a soul or not, Hammig didn’t know, but it was intelligent, and made him the smarter for wielding it. It’s exact twin hung at Drace’s hip.

Knew ve veren’t going to get straight home. Alvays a ketch, you see.

“…and Billy’s armor!”


Well, can’t you eat goats? Hammig shuddered at the thought and began to explain why eating the Kender’s goat would be a monumentally bad idea.

(fuckit, player’s going to bed.)

A conversation with a goat.

Creena: Billy! We have a new adventure (Kender bounces into the stable holding the War Ram)
Billy the war goat: Eyes the kender, absently drops the hay he was noisily chewing as she appears
Creena: This is the bestest adventure ever!! You are going to get new armor just like mine (Creena spins around showing her newly enhanced turtle shell armor)
Billy the war goat: Baaahh!! (Nibbles on the kenders pouch that smells like crackers.)
Creena: Exactly! My new armor lets me talk turtle, and your new armor will let you speak turtle, so soon we can talk turtle together!! The blacksmiths, and Liad and even Lobo, they promised, cross their hearts and eyes!
(Scratches Billy behind the ears, and feeds him a holy cracker (because the holy ones taste better!))
Billy the War Goat: (Loud munching sounds)
Creena: But first, I have to find a turtle shell, which means we have a mission, and we get to go on a gnomish ship, and see a dwarf, and maybe even talk to dolphins !!
Billy the War Goat: (finishes the cracker, and is seeking more) Baahh?

Welcoming Sky
Glad to see the sun again

It was frustrating hearing all the clashing, but being unable to actually be effective in battle… But I am glad everyone survived. I was just up here, watching the events unfold like one of those uppity ranked officers… I should have joined the fray…

Ah… Mission accomplished. We got the goods and the mysterious box to Lobo. Now we are getting these goods sorted and given to everyone. I was given this Sunblade. Pretty fancy. I bet Hamig can’t handle this flame.

Now after dealing with this ordeal… I should consider getting some armor that protects me from lightning attacks… And for everyone else wearing armor… those really hurt

Hm… I feel like I should create a special piece of art… I will spend some time alone creating it. Hope no one comes in as I am creating it….

It's been too long
Brenna's letters home

Myrna, Rod, and Uncle Yarp,

I know, it’s been too long since I wrote last, that curse Ciara often mentions about life being interesting, well, it is that. By now I am sure you have heard strange mutterings – if someone involved hasn’t told you directly yet of some of my recent… adventures.

Not sure exactly where to begin, so guess I will begin where we last left off.

During the defense of Olympia, I was infected by a dwarven vampire controlled by bitch dragon queen. It’s ok, I got better. Was offered a chance to become a full vampire, by Ciara’s friends Gwen and Daniel, but politely declined. I simply could not imagine the bizarre dynamics of being the vampire in the family. With help from Alizar, and a long ceremony, was mostly cured, and no longer have a thirst for blood.

While still in Olympia, we got hired to investigate a cave that suddenly opened up, and that several people had dissappeared into. Spent several days in there, and the team befriended a Biatsu, this Biatsu happened to be the one we had promised to deliver a message to for someone ages before. Drace and Hammig are delighted, our new friend is a blacksmith, so they are learning new and I’m told exciting things.

With their help, made new armor, think Ciara would be pleased, it’s mainly fine leatherwork in dragonhide.

After the Biatsu adventure, I finally got to seek an animal companion, a dire wolf, Warl, answered my call. We are training regularly, and learning to work together. Incredibly excited to have such a great partner now in this adventure.

Running out of parchment, so will close the letter for now.

With love always,

Our tactful plan.
Waiting sucks!

Well… this in an interesting position. Hamig says this is advantageous for us, but I am not sure… I feel like I should have join the strike party. Norma has been informing me and Baux about how they are progressing. So far so good, until they reached the final check point. Hamig’s idea of using darkness and I believe silence… I couldn’t hear anything that far, was a double edged sword. But Norma tells us that Rika was actually being combat effective with her scythe. …kind of makes me want to try that out.

Man, that Medusa seem very pissed off, the grunts seem a bit intimidated by her… and this room of Naga seem ready for anything. Our plan must work… I wonder if I can make myself a distraction Let them focus on me as the strike party makes their moves. I hope I can draw their attacks to me.

Well… Norma say they reach the area. Let’s hope this plan works and we can get as many people safe and sound.


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