The Wanderings of the Brigade of Fire and Steel

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The Beginning
A Brief Recap of Adventures Past

Brenna the Human Ranger, Osrika the Human(?) Cleric of Myrkel, Nate the Halfling wannabeRanger, Kreena the Kender, and at least two others whos identities are lost to time, were hired as a team to track down and eliminate the source of bugbear? raids. The adventurers tracked them through the forest, and eventually found, cleared, and took over the Forest Keep the bugbears had been using. With the Keep under new management, local villagers began frequenting the place, helping to give the small fortress a new life, and it wasn’t long before the Keep became a center for trade in the area.

As of last recollection, the keep had a smithy, a Mage/Alchemy tower, a library, living quarters for the party, a training field, and a market within it’s walls. Beyond the Keep and in the forest, the Halfling has placed an unknown number of hidden blinds and supply caches. From this fortified base of operations, the party ran several more missions, during one of which the Kender lost an arm to a trap. Luckily, Osrika, the somewhat disquieting Cleric was able to reattach the limb and save her life.

Since then, the party’s mage has left, the partiy’s dwarf has left, and the Kender has moved somewhere with shinnier toys. In their place, a Half-Elven Fighter, and Drace, the Fighter / Blacksmith have joined up and well proven themselves in and out of battle.

For a time, the party split up on individual jobs, but met back up on the frontlines of a skirmish near Lord Bart’s keep…

Bestest Day Ever!!!
Party like it's kenderhome

Today was the very very bestest day ever! After a long long time of planning it the party happened! See I was told I could donate something that is a reminder of home to the soldiers in the cave, and what is more a reminder of home than a party like only Kenderhome knows how to throw.

My friend Brenna and her sister Ciara’s people came even, and and they all wore funny hats just like I said, because this was a funny hat party. and my other friends, they made sure the hats sparkled. My new bard friends they brought their friends and played all night long. EVERYONE was happy and smiling and had fun!!

My group even says we can do this EVERY year! I will make honest kender out of them yet! It wasn’t a kenderhome level party, buut we did kenderconga through the town, and I got to dance all night. Another kender even came and he threw sparkly dust on everyone! Oh and Lobo, and Liad, and Killian, and the emporer, and the inquisitor and EVERYONE came. And htere was a parade, and mock battles, and races, and dancing and music and games and it was awesome.

Mr. Kitty, she doesn’t like that much party, she played hide and seek all night, but my friend Fred the rock, and Billy my wargoat both had lots of lots of fun.

Next up, it’s the clean up party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Adventure's Log update
under new leadership

How does Hammig do this? I am not use to being a leader… I am use to following. Two dragons… I think that’s what they were. I couldn’t really tell… Too damn dark to see. But I wonder if I made the right choice… Everyone was tired when we faced them… But I think the port would not be there if we did rest before… I am just glad no one died… I don’t want that in my conscious. I need to remind myself to stock up on more healing potions… We need to prepare for when Rika can’t heal… or wants to go on the offensive. I also better find my armor in the morning… Hammig cut it off of me because I was being baked alive in it from what he says… I think I was too close to him… Ah… I am stressed out… But I must do this mission I agreed upon… I hope when we get to Olympia would be the time we need to unwind and relax. For now, I better get Creena to help me find my armor… her eye for shiny may be what I need at the moment in the morning.

Necromancer's Notes
Dragon Findings

One black dragon
1 pound of bone
3 vials of blood
2 scales

More time will be needed to harvest additional materials.
Must check in with resident apothecaries in Olympia to work on healing salves and fire pots

Check with smiths, they might have pitch

Boats and Dragons
Don't Mix

So, I am pleasently buzzed, and here to explain what happeneds. Firstoffs, vwee are travelings by barge back to the coast to be meetings ups vwith the Dwarfman and Lobo’s fleet. Hunfortunately, this has requirings us to be on zjee boats. I have not likings boats. Hanyways, there is some tacticings, and is getting lates, but we decide hwee are better offs beings in town iff we get attacked, and so we press on to zjee twilights, when we notice smoke and flames up ahead.

This feels my heart with joyous and warmth, but it turns out is bad thing as the port we were planning to rest in is leetle beet on fires. It wasn’t me, but two dragons circling above. Nate tried doings omething, but I think zat djust peesed them offs, and so they start circling tovard us trying to figure out what we are. They not seeings very good, so they try breathing fire, but I don’t want them to see, so I say, “Bitches, no.” and snaping my fingers and put out there flames.

This makes them veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery angry. In the name of my god, I stand upon the most inflammable cargo on the highly inflammable boat, and I challenge these evil stupid flying lizards that think they know what fire is to come get me and my hammer, and they take the challenge because they are big and dumb, and I ham drunk. Not during fight, only now. Dragons… Right!, killings them. Except, want to know secret? Come closer, Hi tells you…

STUPID FUCKING ELF KEELS THEM INSTEAD. Stupid helf, and stupid Nate, steal my righteous kills because the stupid fuckings dragons knocked over into the beer instead of fighting me like monsters.

Hanyways, happarently they were zombies or something too? а ну чики брики… Anyway, I turn off fire in town, and next day we are fixings and improvings of crane for dock and now are under employ of Dwarfman hand Lobo.

I might be a leetledrunk. Hai am not leetle, for record. I am very big man of hammerings things. ANOTHER ROUND.

The Visit

Krys was estatic to see Kitty. The transgender half ogre grabbed the tiny framed half elf in an breath taking embrace.
“I missed you Ms. Krys! I talk about you to Lady Rika all the time!”
“Lady Rika?” Krys raised an eyebrow at the olive skinned young woman at the table.
“Yes, Lady Rika, and Mr. Hammig, and Mr. Drace, and Mr. Kurt, and Mr. Nate, and Miss Brenna, and Mr. Ian, and and Kreena…” She trailed off; beaming.
The tiny blonde did not seem enthused with the dark-robed stranger in her bakery. Her thoughts were interupted by Kitty’s discovery of several pastries.
“Ooo! Do you have strawberry Miss Krys… Can I have one? I have coin.”
“Of course Kitty take what you want,” she encouraged only to be met with pure red-faced rage of her assistant Sally whose entire tray of strawberry strudel had been picked up and devoured by the dainty half ogre. It was at that moment that the robed woman spoke.
“Eazy Kitty. you vill give yourslev indegeszion again, and I am out ov chalk drops.”
She mahogany haired woman sighed deeply and stood up. “My apologizes, I am Lady Osrika ov House Kysely. Salutazions Miss Krys.” She nodded politely, but still retained the air of a woman several tax standings above her. Krys immediately disliked her.
“Yes, I am sure. So what’s up with the robes and the scalp razor?” Her small hand pointed at the large bone scythe resting in the corner of the room, and then at the jet black robes adorned with two pewter skulls hanging at the bottom of the ties.
“Lady Rika is a mage, Miss Krys,” Kitty explained.
“More specifickally, a mage of Myrkul.” The lady corrected. “I am a deat’ mage.”
“A debt mage?”
“No a deat’ mage, a necromanceer.”
“Where the hell are you from anyway. I can barely understand you?” She turned to Kitty. “Do you understand her?”
Before Kitty could finish scarfing the last of the second round of strudel, RIka obliged.
“I am vrom Indapa (sp.).”
“India? Where the hell’s that?”
“Nyet, Indapa.”
“Indonesia? Again, never heard of it.” The Lady was fuming at this point.
Kitty finished eating, and trying to laugh answered her former colleague. “She is from Indapa, Miss Krys.”
“Oh! Indapa!” She returned her gaze to the mage. “Why didn’t you say so?”
Furious; the lady pulled up her hood, startling her half ogre body guard, grabbed her scythe marching for the door. “I vill zee you outzide Kitty!”

Letters Home

Rod, Myrna and Uncle Yarp,

I am still alive, and hope you are too. The Fire and Steel Brigade just reached Olympia. Some in my party have decided to enter the games, including the Kender, so we should be here for a little while. It will be a nice distraction from whatever is coming.
There are some nasty rumors of trouble coming, and if rumors are true, Ciaranseer is in the crosshairs. Hope that damned dwarf selling the teasets was captured, his wares seem to have sickened many. It appears Olympia has avoided the worst of the sicknesses, their temple of Mishelkal is large, it rivals High Priest Darnic’s temple, but I would guess you knew that already. They say the high priestess of the town wears a veil, I have yet to cross her path. While the town seems to have missed the worst of the plague, the woods surrounding it do seem to have a troll problem, rather large, rather stronger than we have fought before trolls.
Uncle Yarp, Blargh seems content serving Tempest in the Olympian temple, it is nice, but not home. I am drilling daily with both the militia and Dar’s regiment, and the local Ranger has given me his acceptance to hone my tracking skills in the woods. Oddly enough, the ranger juggles professionally in town, and has a tiger. I got to spare with the Mishelkal priestesses body guard, he is a stealthy and fast fighter, I think he is learning sword.
The work ethic of the children in this town is incredible, the pages guild are as underfoot as Ciara’s dogs, and I suspect equally as watchful, and protective of those they care about. Creena, our kender friend is delighted to have found so many willing playmates – this town may never be the same.
Hopefully, whatever evil is afoot will soon be foiled, but as always prepared to serve as needed in the defenses. Be on your guard!

Love always,

Our work is never done...
Can't we relax for a moment?

Ah… We made it to Olympia. I am glad we escorted her safely. Glad to have made it to the games. Always wanted to see how the little boxing champ takes down the lead contender 2 years in a row. Also excited to take part in the sword fighting. I hope to dominate that field. I better practice my swordplay whenever I can.

Ah… but our work is never done. We had to deal with lost delivery that needed to brought back. I wasn’t sure if it was safe, but the Regiment told me that the goods were safe to be brought over and the person asking to be trusted. When we rode over, we saved a man who seemed out of place… But very wounded… Then as we started to move out, trolls attacked out of no where. We took them out, and started running with the goods. As we moved to our destination, Oblivion showed up and just shredded that guy we saved… I wonder what he did to piss him off… but.. I don’t think I want to know…

Side note, I need to get to the weapon shop to acquire more weapons to try out. Maybe an axe, a halberd, and some heavy gauntlets for beating foes, maybe.

The sky is raining fire
ok, who pissed off the gods?

I’m back in Olympia and thanks to Lobo, the the Temple of Mishelkal alive and almost fully recovered from the plague. There is an ancient silver dragon guarding the local orphanage, I pity anything fool enough to threaten those children. Creena is back in high spirits and entertaining the children, and generally good for moral. This town’s response to danger is impressive, though I would expect nothing else from Dar’s blood. Seriously, fire rains from the sky, and hail and troll armies, this town rises to meet the challenge. It’s very crowded as many had travelled in for the now postponed games. I hear things are rough in the Duchy, and I’m relieved to hear the tribes have stopped raiding joined you defending it. I heard part of our walls fell, and sincerely hope all are ok. I wish I could be there to help defend. In the meantime, I will aid the Olympians however I can. I heard Ciara appeared, glad to know our sister yet lives.
Looking forward to better times,


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