Session 1 (Firbolg)

Session 1

11th-12th of first bloom, 3292AE

My new friend Ranger Gillam brought us to a place called Six Roads far away from the quarry where we started our journey. Remembering all these names of people and places is exhausting, so I am very appreciative of such a descriptive one, it reminds me of home... The naming system, not the place; we do not have any roads there, let alone six!

Myself and my Urd companion; Skultan, met a number of people in a tavern there. Amongst the staff there were four other men, all of whom were very interesting. A human man who likes to be called Che, but whose name is Winchester (Why? It's confusing enough when they have one name). He was a little dishevelled on arrival, but I think he is quite well to do; that assumption is based on my limited understanding of human garments and the social positions they seem to represent though. He is very friendly and the first we got talking to, seems someone might be after him so we may have a common cause. The Fey being came in on a magnificent vehicle of wood, plant and moss surrounded by bugs of all colours and kinds. It felt like a tiny Firbolg house and I was quite at home inside it, despite being a little cramped. He likes to be called Alarin and travels with a a purple flying monkey which I am unfamiliar with, and as a new comer to this realm may well be even more confused about the idiosyncrasies of the locals than I am. The other two humans joined us at the same time, one is well spoken and despite having lost an arm bares himself with confidence and austerity. He goes by the name Valkyris and is clearly a very smart man and proficient mage. Our final companion, the other human, goes by the name Cypher. The people seem to respect him and look to him for help, so I think he is a good man. I would later find out he uses weapons called a 'guns' that makes such a loud noise when used that I thought I was caught in a cave-in (He should warn people before he uses them).

We drank with our new companions and discussed plans for adventure. I learnt many things; Roob is an insult, but they are good for making money; I should not tell people I have been to prison, nor should I tell people I haven't been to prison. I'm still a little confused about what I am supposed to tell them about it but it makes as much sense as anything else here, the human called Cypher has legs but rides a horse! It's crazy outside the forest.

A number of jobs on a board in the tavern presented us with opportunities to improve are economic standing; A Meat festival on a beach full of pigs, An insectoid invasion at the final resting place of someone called 'Kes', which offered 200gp (I know this is a lot of money because Skultan was salivating when he read it), an older note asking for people seeking adventure to speak to a Thadius Bloom in somewhere called Essington, one from a person called Henry Wilkes who was advertising a job for laborers and an advert from a lady who needed help finding a cat (not just any cat, a specific one who was her friend). We voted and selected the Infestation at Kes' Grave. Democracy is an interesting concept and I quite like it, but for some reason the monkey did not get a vote and I am a little worried about the cat.

After a wonderful night's sleep, we met up in the bar and readied ourselves for our journey, when the owner of the tavern asked us to go and check on the place that provide the local area with fish. We agreed, completely throwing the result from the previous night's vote out of the window! Anyhow he gave us some money and we went north to this place called 'Nip'.

The journey was brief and the wagon was pleasant, I am not used to 'riding' but I am starting to see the appeal and, on the journey, we got to know our new friends a little better. They are considerably less suspicious of me and Skultan than we are used to, but maybe that is just a sign of their desperation.

The settlement called Nip was abandoned on arrival and I have been out of the forest long enough to know that is strange. After an investigation we found the tell-tale tracks of filthy Ratkin, they were travelling with those of humans but I suspect they have been taken against their will, for I am a canny sort. The tracks led to a Ratkin Warren. Reluctantly we made our way down into the depths of the earth, a place that I have always felt should be more comforting than it is. We followed the tracks for some time, the light of my stones and Alarin's lamp illuminating the tunnels of dirt, roots and stone; when we were ambushed by the wily rat folk, but we put them to blade and spell and dispatched them quickly. This new band of ours are quite the warriors it would seem. Perhaps...perhaps they can help me save my home.