Journal of König Odegar
Bard, Half-orc, Adventurer
My time with the bandit tribe was not what one would call, 'mutually beneficial'. I was treated well enough. Most of them were afraid of me due to the milky white orb of my left eye, the tusks I inherited from my father, or my massive build, well muscled and towering over most humans. Or perhaps it is the combination of all these things. Either way, it is an attitude I actively encouraged. The rest respected the way I could inspire the men during a fight. The rhyme and rhythm of my warchants urging them on to victories not possible before I joined.
I could not, however, continue to ignore the slave trade they engaged in. Even my influence was not enough to change the minds of those who profited most. And the memory of the childhood years I spent in chains made it to uncomfortable for me to stay, watching the same fate forced on others. So, I gathered what was mine and took leave. Not giving the bandit lord time to consider what he was losing, for if he had time to think, he would surely have tried to stop me.
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I passed through Oleg's trading post some weeks ago on my way to Restov. I had been thinking to seek my fortune in Brevoy. Had even started a good client base amongst the better tavern-owners. Then those damn local boys had to prove how tough they were by picking on the 'blind' Half-orc. Ha, they'll mend soon enough. I actually have to hand it to them, not many have the will to assault me. Even with my dead eye. But, a large, intimidating half-orc rarely inspires sympathy when he's still a stranger in town. After paying a considerable fine for damages to the market stalls, I found myself no longer welcome in some of the most lucrative establishments, they seemed to have no stage space for my performances.
So, after taking the best employment opportunity I could find, I now return to Oleg's with a commission from the Swordlords of Restov to explore, map and tame the wilderness known as the Greenbelt on behalf of the Dragonscale Throne. I'll be meeting others there. We'll be a regular 'company of adventurers'. Then we set out for the wilderness. Ah, hells. A soft, civilized existence never would have satisfied me anyway.
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The party arrived at Oleg's in spurts.
König Odegar, Half-orc Bard
Senwick 'Fireaxe' Garess, Dwarf Ranger
Zhairiel Delruk Gildedshadow, Half-orc Paladin
Roach Sanderson, Human Fighter.
followed by:
Morvius Varalius, Human Summoner
Searos Droverdon, Human Sorcerer
and finally:
Shaggoz, Half-orc Druid with his cat companion, whom I assume has a name, though I do not know it.
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As we sat to a fine stew served by Svetlana, the wife of the trader, both she and Oleg seemed nervous. Pressing for details I learned that they have been victimized by bandits, extorting protection fees from the couple. When we offered to meet the brigands with force, Oleg was very grateful and made offer of a generous reward. Although our new paladin friend encouraged us to take care of the problem as a favor. After some discussion, we agreed that it would be the right thing for all concerned.
The next morning, before dawn we prepared an ambush in hopes that they would be arriving soon and were not disappointed. As the thieves began to load some of Oleg's valuable good on pack horses, we struck. Even though most of us have been acquainted a mere day or two, we quickly worked together to dispatch the thieves. Their leader managed to get out of the open gate, along with most of the spooked horses, but the strange creature that the old man had summoned forth was able to chase him down and retrieve the corpse. One was saved, who had fallen to my enchantment of slumber and he gave us much information of the camp from which they came. We have agreed that if his information holds true, he will be set free. If it is false, he will join his fellows whom Oleg has set to decorate the outer walls of the old fort. A harsh judgment, but we face a difficult task if we are to bring civilization to this wild land.
We were able to recover all of the mounts that were brought in by the bandits, once they have been fed and fattened up a bit and cared for properly, they should bring a good price. We have agreed to pay Oleg a small commission to handle the sale of our spoils. Assuming he treats us fairly, as I am sure he will, we may be entering a long term relationship that will be lucrative for all involved.
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The gear to be traded includes:
13 horses, light
7 riding saddles
6 pack saddles
6 leather armor
6 short swords
6 longbows
140 arrows
1 silver 'stag head' amulet 20gp (currently in König's possession, to be sold later)
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Our prisoner told up that his leader had been named Happs, and that he in turn, answered to a woman called Kressle. Kressle's superior seems to be the 'Stag Lord' that is rumored to be a powerful bandit in the area. Though this may be superstition, as he is described as actually having the head of a stag. Unlikely, I think.
We were also told the location and basic layout of the bandits camp, this is where we head now. Fearing heavy snowfall, we at first stayed close to the outpost, exploring the terrain and getting to know it. The weather held so, when we broke camp the next morning we decided to head to the bandits before they sent someone to find out what happened to their fellows.
It is nearing dark now, and we are continuing on foot. The horses have been tied off and fed and if all is well we should return before midwatch and can trek back to Oleg's tomorrow.
Preparing to set off on foot, I chuckle once more at the writing on Zhairiel's armor, I recall the events of last night and think I should write them down. We were beset by odd events as we rested. Searos' boot laces were tied together as we shared a watch, and others swear they heard footsteps outside the camp, though no foot prints but ours were found this morning when we looked. I suspect these woods are 'haunted' by fey creatures. I left an offering of food as we broke camp, and declared our intent was not to harm the wood. I am fairly certain the pranks will remain light hearted and not turn hostile. I smile to myself again as I read the misspelled, 'Kik me' drawn on the paladin's back. I suppose someone should say something...