Shaintar J&L Rangers of Lorelei

Session 3
Aodh's Journal

Last entry for right now, Journal.

The Rangers Present: : Rallidon Fyrforg, Sergeant, Neoveilius Orsino, Ranger,Withenbrow “Whit” Brimstone, Aodh Raganhar, Gratien Lucien Frédéric Lambert Bonné, Ranger, and Shaumar Deathblade


We were at the blacksmiths shop today, and while there, most of us bought and sold things. After we had done that, a storm or water cyclone hit and picked up a barge and off jumped a bunch of members of the Bloody Daggers into the river, and it (apparently) had White Silver, Crysarium, Everwood, Blood Steel, and Black Iron. We haven’t checked that for sure. The Sarge started to question them and asked what they were doing and such. This storm, had.. faces were popping in and out of it. That was one of the most disturbing things that I have ever seen.

We started to follow the Tornado which started to go into the storm zone right outside the druid protection zone. It lead us to 2 semi-ethereal beings riding horses, and 4 humanoid lightning creatures. We all charged at them as this happened and they charged to us. Than the new guy Darcassion Pandarus an Aevakar archer, started shooting to my left and was attacked by one of the semi-ethereal beings and began to fight him in the air out of our reach. One of the beings charges at Sarge at this time and then shortly after and toppled over, crashing into the ground with both him and the horse. Gratien finishes off the being that was there whom had charged at Sarge and fell over. Then Darcassion fly’s from the flying semi-ethereal beast and took another shot at it, which was promptly whisked away by this wind-like barrier that just seemed to block all arrows
and bolts. And speaking of bolts, another one was shot at it by Sarge and that was whisked away too, but this time he was distracted by the shot. But now the bolt will never be seen again. Fyrforg holds and waits for the lightning creatures to move up. As they do, he interrupts their assault, charges the creatures furthest away from us and lets Tuggend kick first (as usual), but he misses. Then Fyrforg atop swings his White Silver Dwavern-craft Axe as it glimmers in the air for a brief moment and kills it. Dwarfing it by about a head. Just after, the other lightning “elementals” turn to Darcassion and they started to attack Darcassion Pandarus.

Then a man in black who seemed more solid then the ethereal beings charges up and attacks Fyrforg and hits him but as he rides by Fyrforg and in retaliation Fyrforg swings at him and in missing, this Black clad man swings back at him a second time, hitting him and continues to ride almost right up to me and then begins to pass me. Darcassion fly’s forward and shoots an arrow at something I couldn’t quite see but learned afterwords that it was a storm mage. Similar to the one we fought before. Then suddenly Gratien charges after him and swings hitting this figure. Fyrforg attacks a lightning “elemental”. I didn’t see what happened quite clearly. But then he casts some magic and Sarge gets hit and he seemed to embrace the hit. That Aevakar archer got hit as well, and didn’t seem that much affected at all. Gratien on the other hand, seems quite shaken by what is happening, after being hit by that figure. Neo and his horse both try to assault this Storm Mage and can’t break through it. Whit pulls out his crossbow and shoots at this flying being and just can’t seem to hit it. Then Darcassion shoots at the mage. I swing at this figure but it doesn’t do much. Rallidon can’t seem to hit this elemental and then Darcassion lands an amazing hit on this storm mage and his spells drop. Gratien attacks this black-clad figure again and doesn’t seem to do anything. Neovellius and his horse charges and seems to want to take him alive as his horse smashes into the mage, and he is down and out.

All the creatures dissipate, the figure, the wraiths, and whatever was left was gone.

Suddenly, a big silver Unicorn comes flying out of the sky and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we are feeling ‘Chosen of the Horn’.

Session 2
That Dirty Rat!!!

Report of Ranger Neoveilius Orsino

Rangers on Mission : Rallidon Fyrforg, Sergeant, Neoveilius Orsino, Ranger,Withenbrow “Whit” Brimstone, Aodh Raganhar, Gratien Lucien Frédéric Lambert Bonné, Ranger, Shaumar Deathblade

Subduing the zealous storm druid driven to sacrifice these refugees to some celestial orchestrating these storms and apprehending one of the sell swords through his willingness to comply , displaying some intelligence. Gratien flashed out his Camon made parrying dirk, freeing them from their binds. Sergeant Fyrforg soothed the panicked victims, while everyone idly standing by their steeds spotted an entity riding a horse. Acute sight thanks to his Fae blood noted the features, surprised another of their organization wandering right in. Introducing himself in Galean as Withenbrow Brimstone, hearing he was a Wright and a fellow ranger delighted the Dwarven Noble or at least I perceived it as such for kinship which made sense. Attentive in watching the mercenary’s every action and dismounting to allow the weakened Malakarians time to rest during the trek, we all reached Greentree.

For what amounted to a glorified refugee camp settling into his home in the Elvish nation, I foresaw some vexatious events occurring should this storm make this settlement more enticing. Tents enveloped the area, transfusing with the luscious green trees practically with only a few building standing erect. Alongside the Sergeant and Gratien I followed, believing my suave tongue could come in handy and the potential gems hidden in this area. Unexpectedly the Mayor of Greentree visited both our Martial artist and Sorcerer, neither comprehending the Malkarian tongue as he spoke to the mercenary, granting them a storehouse to imprison him until they went back to Lorelei. Within the confines of the tavern those partaking in the food and drink, Rallidon conversing with the Mayor. I could not recall much, focusing all my senses on the voluminous human serving them. We both garner each other attention, knowing not even the ascended would stop him from a night with this fair maiden.

Indulging into entertaining the crowd with the subtly hint of surveillance on the characters, though in the occasions everyone found his performances brilliant, these unsavory types gawked intensely at him for reasons unknown initially. Rallidon had the others rotate between standing guard on the prisoner, even send the Aevakar to stalk these gruff men to find out more. Amidst his rounds of enthralling the crowd he did catch a glimpse of a tattoo, a dagger with blood dripping from the tip. More may had worked but being distracted by that beautiful human did no favors. During my own watch I learned of the employment of the mercenary, his origin of hiring happening in Banor of the Malakar Dominion. Some espionage, relaxing, and getting lucky, nothing else of note occurred for all of us…. until tomorrow.

It appeared like the analytical bard, Rallidon thought something was afoot here with those men and since it was agreed upon that they would help guard the perimeter made even more sense. Commencing a day of everyone committed to a task at hand, Rallidon Fyrforg began the arduous journey of learning Dwarven, yet with a little progress made in the short period of time. Perhaps I could help the Sergeant more over say the non-natives. Aodh was deep in training, sharpening his senses to better assist the rangers and improve upon himself as a martial artist gradually. Sir Bonne went on a patrol that later granted him some renown for his courageous charge into the storm to save new refugees. Yours truly communed with the residents in and out of Greentree to learn more behind the tattoo on those men, learning from the Caravans wagon marked by the House of Shael that they were a criminal enterprise by the name of the Bloody Daggers, infamous as smugglers. Through those in the tavern working told him word of how that night they were planning to mug him for his illustrious lute. Shaumar patrol discovered the men known as the Bloody Daggers frequenting around a large tent, there he overheard how the one in charge in town went by the nickname The Rat. Withenbrow’s patrol did not go as well, getting caught in the process and assaulted by a few. Everyone overheard the commotion quickly, heading for their comrade. Either they triggered his rage or this was some warm up, the Dwarven Wright decimated their numbers, capturing a few in exchange.

Holding the ground, a daunting threat, and numbers worked wonders as they now had more news of the state of things. This was just the beginning for us.

Session 1
A new ranger outpost

Rangers Participating : Rallidon Fyrforg, Sergeant, Neoveilius Orsino, Ranger, Aodh Raganhar, Gratien Lucien Frédéric Lambert Bonné, Ranger, Shaumar Deathblade

1st to 15th of Planting Moons

Shaumar’s glistening, purple wings shake off the drops of rain water from his journey. “I’m finally out of that rain” He said to himself. He eyed the trees, “Everything looks so pure…” He wandered around off the path for a moment, taking in the flora of the land elves’ home. His mind rushed back to flying through the aerie peaks with his people. He saw valleys, and sometimes even blankets of trees. Everything was always bordered with sky or rock. He grinned to himself, “If only some of them could see this world.” He shook his head, and let his grin go, “No time to go solemn.” He squinted his eyes, seeing beyond the trees, “There’s always something waiting for me out there.” He stretched out his shimmering wings, and with nothing but a spring’s breeze he took off into the sky. “Seven meters above the treeline should be good enough.” The speeds he could reach were always so much more than back at the aerie. There he would have to weave around peaks, here it was like flying over a sea of trees. “There it is…” He looked off into a group of trees, slightly taller than the rest. The capabilities of the land fae always amazed him. Every hut was built with the tree. Branches seemed to grow as support beams, leaves covering the roofs. Some of them didn’t even have doors, “How welcoming…”

Shaumar flew down to where he thought the rangers station would be. “No way they would let us strangers stay up in the trees with them, that would be too nice.” He shivered slightly when he glanced upon the stables. Not nearly of the same make as the fae craft, some of the parts even seemed to be made with stone. “Human craft.” He audibly scoffed, as he walked into the stables. “Greetings my fellow rangers! I have arrived!” His voice echoed through the stables, startling some of the horses. He tilted his head, “You do not look as though you can wield a weapon Ser Horse.” He let loose a small chuckle and then walked outside to a guard checking up on the horses. “Hello friend, I am a ranger sent to these parts. Do you happen to know where I’m supposed to go from here?” No response, just a confused stare, “Yes, I was just introducing myself to the horses, and…” Shaumar snapped his fingers in front of the befuddled fae’s face. “Yes, I’m an Aevakar, pretty aren’t they.” He stretched out his wings, and hovered in the sky for a moment before landing again, “Now if you’d please, my new home?” The guard shook his head and pointed off to another fairly rickety, but acceptable building. “Thank you, and may your skies be forever free.”

Shaumar walked into the Ranger station, and noticed a gruff dwarf before him. “Hi…” The dwarf looked up to him, and grunted, “And you are?” A welcoming tone, with a strong authority, he must be my lieutenant. “I’m Shaumar Deathblade. I’ve been sent to this ranger station.” Shaumar eyed him up and down, even though short in stature, he looked powerful. Like a midget bear. Land beasts are baffling. “This is the right place. I’m Sergeant Fyrforg. Pick a bunk, and get to work. We have to get this place respectable in a month. Go.”
“Yes sir.” Shaumar Replied.
“Sergeant.” Replied the dwarf with a slightly annoyed tone.
“Sergeant… sorry.” Shaumar then walked off to try and find the safest looking bunk. Walking past the others, not speaking, just watching. Several other gruff looking land beasts setting up their bunks. Shaumar did have to take a double take with one. “Is that a woman?” He thought to himself. “No… wow.” He then left to place his belongings, a few books and reading candles, in his new roost. “This simply won’t do. Sarge!!! I’m going out to gather supplies!” Shaumar harvest whatever flora he found to be aestheically pleasing, and set them up in his roost. Eventually he got the smell right, a crisp smell of lavender that seemed to be carried through the skies of his homeland. He took the final week of the month reading his books, trying to find out the local stories of the area. Then one morning Shaumar was awakened to the sound of the Sergeant yelling, “Get yer asses out of bed! We’ve got a mission!” Shaumar hopped out of bed, and walked over to the growing group of rangers. “Some people have gone missing, and we need to get them back. Meet back here in an hour once you’ve found out where they’ve gone.”

The group started heading out towards GreenTree, where they were last sighted. Shaumar decided to take to the skies as to scout out any enemies before they arrived. Then the winds started to pick up. The group signaled him, and he landed. “We have an unknown force off in the distance.” Shaumar didn’t like the smell in the air. The stink of ozone was getting stronger and stronger, then Sarge picked up, “Get ready for a fight!” We took our stances, and off in the distances were beings made of pure electricity. Fascinating!!! “If you have any magic weapons hit ‘em with all you’ve got! The wind tunnel will dissipate when we’ve ended ’em.” The group all bounded out on their horses, charging into the fray. Shaumar stood back, and cleared his mind. His voice deepened and began to chant the words necessary to open the channels of aether. His hands grasped at invisible clouds, his gestures ripping apart the barrier to where his power was held. His hands swirled around into a circular portal. He compressed the aether energy into a single bolt, and unleashed it at the beasts of electricity. After some time, they were defeated, and we continued on as though nothing had happened. That’s the life of a ranger I suppose.

After some more travel, we heard some yelling in the distance. Rushing to it, we saw the missing villagers running from more lightning beasts. This time there seemed to be a summoner. Again we swarmed out, slashing at them with steel and spell, easily ending their existence.

((I didn’t remember all of the battle details… partially because it was embarassing for Shaumar, and who wants that written down? lol So sorry for the short battle sequences. :D))

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