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Day 54 of the Lamezon War.
Jour

We have journeyed to the kingdom of the elves, these creature are said to be as deadly as they are long lived but I see only child like innocents who believe that are one with the trees, unseen and untouchable, I almost laugh when six of them attempt to surprise us by stepping from their cover while the others smile arrogantly where they think they are concealed, I am reduced to innate comment about their cuteness to prevent my self from screaming at their innocent scene of superiority. We reach their capital after days of circular trails meant to disorient us, it might have even worked on the sea elf, but I doubt it fooled anyone else, even the mage notices their antics enough to get annoyed.
We visit a sage who tells us a number of things we don’t need to know and finally reveals the location of a sword that once killed a god, and the location of were we might find some part of the ring.
I might one day need the sword, but gods are at the bottom of my list of people that need killing, the rings must come first and for that I need these Bravos goodwill.
It takes us two weeks of hard travel to reach the hills where the sword was lost, a temple where the fist priest’s god killed the older god and took his place. Somehow this place that is probably the holist place in the world to his temple has been forgotten. IS this normal incompetence I have come to expect from a church, or interference from some bumbling godling who wanted the sword to be here waiting. Probably the latter, it sounds like the kind of idiocy that only a immortal would think is clever.
Some giants died as easily as drunken ogers, and we now journey onto the next piece of the ring, during the journey we are putting the last touches on a secret language of hand signals, taps and battle codes for our own use to communicate while silenced, invisible or in melee.


Day 34 of the Lamezon War.
Jour

After driving off the slave army and chasing off the Lamezons things quieted down so I decided to check up on the old homestead, turned out that fool Selcor had set off a 1,000 of his amateur army to attack the Citadel. After wandering around in the Thrall hills for two days of constant arrow attacks from nowhere, flash floods, pits, landslides, scouts disappearing, and leaders knifed in their own beds the remnants finally reached the Citadel and charged into the open front gates, right into the killing ground. Despite their loses and the fact that nearly all of their officers were already dead the Castilan still had to kill nearly a quarter of them before the rest would surrender. The majority of the surviving troops have been drafted to repel the slow migration of ogers into the lands now abounded by the chinless wonder. Listening only to the advice of noble twits who have never seen a oger in their lives and a Royal brat from a nation which can only profit from Bistals transformation into a subject buffer state, he has pretty much surrendered the outer baronies with out a fight, abandoning all the strongpoints and killing grounds developed over the last few centuries to defend the border, in order to have his remaining forces try to defend ground that have never been fortified for defense against anything but namby pamby local feuds.
I am sick of both sides of this war, the women are hopeless fools who would crush the world for no gain for themselves, their allies are blind idiots who would rule over ashes, and the council are incapable of organizing even the simplest of defenses.
Let the nations war against each other and then fall to rot, there be nothing I can do now to stop it. Power is the only thing that matters now, so I will find a power that will make even the gods tremble. Once I have it I will find all the fucking idiot who move armies around like game pieces and destroy lives like a errant child kicking a anthill, and I will kill them all.


Day 20 of the Lamezon War.
Castilan Reiver

Selcur's army of fools and the Lamezons marched up today. They settled in and began assembling siege equipment while the long range ballista of the castle shot at will into the packed ranks of Selcur's men, apparently the Lamezons where now in charge and were forbidding Selcur's men from withdrawing from range. I rode out to the half way point under a flag of truce in hope of opening negotiations, but even after Ulrich and I taunted and challenged them, the Lamezons still refused to allow anyone to ride out.
The elf O took to sunning himself in front of the castle gates to show his disrespect to the eunuchs before us, while Ulrich painted his name and a arrow on the castle walls so that anyone of the henpecked cowards could seek him out if they found a shred of bravery. At dusk 3 riders approached and demanded our surrender, on being shown that the Bykril fields were empty, even though I warned the fool that he would be killed by the Lamezons if he reported directly back to selcor he returned to is master.
A moment later his dead body returned with a note stating that Selcor was no longer in charge, like duh.
Most of siege equipment and their skilled specialists fell into a 30 foot wide by 30 feet deep pit, the lamezons where cut off about 1000’ feet off by the 2nd trench while most of Selcurs men where trapped between the 1st and 2nd trench.
After about 3 minutes of dropping shit hell from the sky onto the Amazons they lost about 100 and a lot of their horses, the rest figured out that they were the only ones being targeted by the siege engines and mixed in with Selcors men just in time for the last of his tame wizards to magic the trench shut. The wizard poped up invisible and launched a lame spell at the front gates, then got geeked by O with a single magic-suck-stone, what the hell was the twit thinking, a wizard powerful enough to cast meteor swarms and prismatic spray aligning with a whole nation of people who specialize in fucking over wizards, I though wizards were supposed to be smart.
The whole fucked up bunch charged the front gates just in time for Toglard to blast the remaining 7 blackstone, 50 Lamezons got caught up in effect and took out about a 1,000 men.
That pretty much broke up the attack, the Lamezons withdrew again mixed in with other troops to avoid being targeted in groups while Selcor tried to rally the last of his men. With no Lamezons to suck up his spell Toglard was able to turn Selcor and his remaining loyalists into a greasy black smear.
With the Lamezons in retreat and scouts in pursuit to harass and follow, the rebel surrendered or dead it was now only a matter of burying the dead and collecting the loot.
I capture one 5 stone Lamezon at the tail end of the retreat, amazingly it took a whole 12 seconds for me to bring her down and she even got one good hit in.
Most of the Lamezon equipment will be reserved for the council’s, that is ours, use as well as some of the recovered magical equipment, most of the surviving troops will serve the now recovered puppet prince’s regent.

Your son,


Day 19 of the Lamezon War
Castinlan Reiver

Scouts can back and reported that 1,000 ogers had marched in to join in the attack, further scouting reported that the 1,000 Lamesons had set up a camp seperate from Selcor's idiots.
Since all of Selcor's men were wearing Bistal uniforms it wasn't had to disguise the Bravos as some of Selcor's men, we rode into the oger camp to kill off thier leaders or lie to them, depending on how stupid they were.
The ogers seemed suspicious of our claimes to carry Selcor's order to attack the Lamazons, but the old fart started killing them off with a subtle spell and the Sweinkurs belived that is was a Lamezon poisen.
We rode ahead and tried the same trick on the Lamezons, they seemed to be just as stupid and overconfident as well, telling us that even with our story of Selcor and the ogers betraying them that they could take the whole group by themselves, what a bunch of stupid bitches.
The thousand ogers attacked the Lamezons with the classic stratagy of wadeing into one by one and attacking whoever hit them last.
The Lamezons fight with no formations or overall stratagy, each fights independently with sword and shield while other stand back fireing crossbows and blasting rods with no apparant stratagy. Each is tougher then a oger individualy but against professional disciplined troops they would get slaughtered. dispite faceing a undiciplined rabble they lost 200 faceing even numbers alond with massive walking wounded. Overall I would match a group of 1,000 of them against 1,000 of ours in a open field battle for a victory for the Korith Hills team with a 50% loss of lives. Most of the lose to thier blasting rods and poisens, with the poisen cure, the loses would be 20% minus 1% for every 10 pre preped magic-suck-stone.
I've set the earth elementals to digging three massive trenches, my hope is to isolate the Lamazons from the rebels and the rebels from the walls, if the Lamasons can be trapped and cut down with seige equipment the rebels might fianally see reason rather then suffer the same fate.

Your son


Day 18 of the Lamazon war
Castalan Reiver

Finished off Fuckwad and rode back to capital, the pschobitches send a group after us, a insulting small group of 8 shadowy wemon who appeared in a cloud of fog, attacked with magic sword and still got cut down in about 15 seconds. On thier own the lamazons seems to pretty fucking sad. By morning the wizard openend a magic door so that we could get to the capital all quick like. Once thier we found out that the wizard had kidnaped princess genna "for her own safty" which got all the mancho men all pissed, like if they wanted some underage meat it has to be royle. The wizerd had also locked up the vizier in a goldfish bowl as a traitor, like no one saw that comeing.
It turns out that thiers some earth elemental artifact buried bellow the castle and the earth elementals can't take it away but they did agree to create and maintain the Bykin crop in return for the royles gaurding the artifac for them, the wizard got them to take the Bykin away again so that no can seize it but it can be returned when the kingdom is safe again, nice going old wizard fuck. used the evil viziers magic mirror to cantact Sellhore and pointed out that it was in the psychobitches interest to see the bykin destroyed and most of Bistal armies killed in a revolution, despite the fact that he belived me that he was being used he still belived that he could not only take the castle with only 6000 men, but do so with so few loses that he could hold it agaisnt all comers, what a fucking fool, well we'll see what his officers who have been offered his title for hs life think when they get here and see that the Bykin is all gone.
After draging the story of the rings out of the wizard serveral times and 3 conflicting ways, we decided that since the Lamazons were fond of draining magic items for thier toys it would be a good idea to gather up the artifac in the basement, good thing cause the 4 gaurdians elementals when down in a single hit each after getting blasted with some half-strength lightning bolts.
Sent Lt. Helter of the Council gaurd and a legion of men to ambush a group of wizards coming in on horseback for a preemptive stike, gave Helter a bundle of Lamazon crossbow bolts to replace the arrows if they manage to kill or capture the whole group.
Set some of the herbalists in town to brewing up a few cauldrens of Lamazon poisen cure in case a few of them show up for the fight.
Got news that about a 1000 men left from the northern baronies will arive on or just before the attack, with another 1500 drifting in over the next day, I sent out orders to have them hold till at least 2000 are gathered and attack Sellhores army during a attack through sellhore's camp on the second day of the battle.
It would help if you could send the 1000 or so spare men not needed to with stand a seige of the citadel to reinforce us, but I think we can handle the remaing twit on our own if you want to grab the southern barony while its up for grabs, I got Grifens baronial signet ring to make it official.
your son



(From a letter found posted at roadside shirines and wrapped around arrows shot into rebel camps)

An open letter to all the people of Bistal.

The Barons Selcor, Grifen, and Farkwan have betrayed both their oath to the king and the very people that they are sworn to protect. The 3 traitors have gathered together all of their troops and abandoned their lands to the mercies of the Swineker Ogers at the order of a group of foreign terrorists. The 3 barons expect to seize the capitol and its Bykin for themselves in return for giving up their lands and peoples into the hands of their terrorist ally’s dogs the ogers of Swinekur.
2 weeks ago the terrorist allies of the Barons attacked the opening ceremonies of the Council of Kingdoms assaulting the unarmed delegates before being slain to a woman by a handful of concerned bystanders. The terrorist claim to be working for a unknown nation, which seems unable to raise an army of its own and instead buys the alliance of criminals and traitors. The terrorist dress in outlandish clownish outfits and use devices stolen from the Artifactors of Ambroe isle to aid their cowardly attacks and frantic retreats. I urge all people of good conscience to hinder the efforts of these cowardly assassins and their lackeys, or if possible to slay them on sight in return for the bounty offered by the council.
Already a representative of the Council has restored order to the capital and reinforced its garrison with her personal troops. In open battle a single handful of agents of the Council of nations have fought terrorist, Sweinker and turncoat troops and utterly defeated them all. These same agents have already brought the traitors Selcor and Grifen to justice.
Now only Farkwan is left, with no support from his masters it is only a matter of days until he is put down like the dog he is.
I urge the officers of Farkwan to arrest the traitor and return to their barony to protect their families from the Sweinkur invasion, the most senior of the officers who turns Farkwan over to the Council will be named the new Baron, as will the senior surviving officers of the now deceased barons armies who return to defend their homelands.
The baron’s cause is lost, any further efforts take the capital will only result in the loss of more lives. Even if the capital was in danger of falling the Bykin fields would just be burned to deny them to the traitors.
Save yourselves, save your nation, save the Bykin.
Redeem yourselves and defend your nation.
A Bistalian


Day 17 of the Psycobitch war
Jour

Will you listen to this shit, we ride into the mother fucking capital and introduce princess royal pain as the representative of the council of ineptly ruled nations when the brat suddenly announces that she was now the ruler of the whole mother fucking nation of bistal until prince chinless shows up again.
Now what the fuck is this shit, we get into a war with some mother fucking psycho bitches who make it a habit to infiltrate the ruling class and recruit other women, and the council sends in another ambitious woman to take charge, I can’t believe this shit. And she was going along with the whole invite the Bravos in to dinner while I set up a trap plan of Grifens. I think I should have a little screaming in her fucking face talk with little miss Genna and find out which mother fucking side she’s on.
After hearing little miss out we got down the serous business of ripping the remaining two stooges new ones. I tried to get the other Bravos to talk over which we should do next, go after Sellhore who we knew had a few thousand men, Fuckwad who had a unknown number of men to the south, or after the Burnt hand tribe in Swiencur to recover or confirm the death of Prince Chinless.
It turned out our little band just get blank looks when you ask for a opinion, so I decided that we would ride out after Sellhore and see what was happening.
The elf O was determined to sneak up close to the action by himself as he always is, this time the rest of us just smiled and set him off invisible hoping that this time he would either get killed or some mother fucking sense knocked into his head.
Not that the others are any better, Leechstien is just another Von I Kill Things, the new wizard just wants to burn everybody he see till someone sends him home, and the Fist priest is so fascinated with homoerotic he‘s starting to freak even me out.
Rather then wait till dark O apparently decided to jump Sellhore while he was awake but managed to kill the fucker, I guess years of sitting on his ass took its toil.
The rest of us rode into the camp, setting fire to things and stampeding some horse lines, on the way off I yelling into the camp that any man who took control of the army and swore allegiance to the council would be named baron of Selcors lands, and that any who turn the army against the council would also be slaughtered without mercy.


Day 15 of the Psychobitch war.
Master Chade

I should have seen it coming, we had picked off a patrol of 20 and passed sign of the 3 fools having advanced deep into the inner baronies, but I thought nothing of the local barons not being in a state of siege. Out own village idiot Grifen had marched all the way north taking the local baron captive, and then led us march right in while one of his men invited us in for a dinner. The fact that Grifen had all of his men dressed in the local barons colors suggest that he had been planning to ambush us but one of the new bravos had ran into someone he knew and scouted things out for me. I tried to warn the others but a mage locked door slowed me down. My early direction of the trap must have caught Grifen by surprise because there was only a small handful of guardsmen in the banquet room that were quickly dispatched. The peasant militia and the turncoats were sent off to release any captive in the cells while I gathered up the other Bravos to guide the brat out of the castle, on the way out we ran into Grifen and cut him down after he got off a few panicky shots with a wand. One of the new wizards blew away some formations with a fireball and the geezer showed up with some more spells, the guys I sent off to the jail returned with the brat’s bodyguard and the local baron and we made a run for it. Many of the troop in the keep were spell blasted and the rest were disorganized but their was just too many left for our small group to fight. At least we got rid of the prisoners.
I later learned that the brats group had rode in and got jumped, Nadimus had taken off by way of spell and the brat had been coerced into keeping quiet during the banquet rather then warning us, I had hoped for more from her but I Guess I can’t blame a 15 year old.
In your last letter you mentioned that I seem pretty lax in using names, the truth is that I’ve been avoiding names since I can’t be sure that this letter will not be intercepted.
I’ve learned that the #, make that 2 idiots have abandoned their fiefs in order to seize the Bykin croplands for themselves, how the fools think to trust each other in dividing up the wealth I don’t know, let alone how they think that they can trust the Swienkers from taking the whole country after most of the population and the army are decimated by a civil war. For my own part I think that the best thing for the people of Bistal, as opposed to the wealthy ruling class, is to just burn the damn Bykin fields and remove all the only reason the remaining idiots have for abandoning their own lands. No one else seems to share my opinion, except for some of the former peasants who make never saw a copper from the fucking Bykin anyways.
I’ve also learned that one of the inbred chinless wonders of the royal family is still breathing and in the hands of the Fire Hand tribe which is where we’re off too since the capital seems to have already fallen.


5th
Castilan Reiver

Uncle Chade has probably already informed you of the events at the council, I have since crossed the border with a rep of the council and a small group of bravos to try to restore order in Bistal. We had just came upon a village that had been assaulted by some Swinekers. We hunted down and kill 9 ogers and a Maggit that were preparing for a larger force. The villagers were determined to stay in their village, when I tried to convince them that the village would not be safe until troops were freed up to patrol the border they finally agreed to send their families over the border and joined up with jail bait’s men. A couple of wizards caught up with us and we proceeded on into Bistal, I decided to scout a head and got ambushed by 5 rebels. I decided to ride around the curve behind me and jump all five till the others caught up, one of the new wizards send most of them tumbling while closet case shoot one of the remaining off his horse with a arrow, then I yelled at them a lot reminding them that they had just charged 5 times their number and were up against wizards as well. I looked around for their campsite, but it looked like there was only 5 of them. I striped all the goons of their gear and up graded 5 of the peasant from poorly armed untrained militia to excellently armed untrained dragoons.
Later that night I found out that one of the 5 goons had been pressed into the rebel army and wanted to turn coat. From the turncoat I learned that all 3 of the border lords was joined to gather to overthrow the now dead king, although it seems unclear what they think this will gain them when the Swinekers overrun their borders. It seems Grifen has made a deal with the south central Swineker giving them the Korith hills in return for not invading any further into his barony, although I can’t see why he believes that the o Swinekers will take a deal involving laying siege to a heavily fortified castle filled with trained warriors and sorcerers while surrounded by guerillas with years of experience fighting ogers to gain land that’s only good for raising small herds of sheep, in return for the Swineker not attacking the real estate in the rest of Grifens barony while most of his forces are away.
I also learned that their had been a 6th goon who had rode on to a group of 20 or so men to warn them, one of the old wizards enchanted out horses so that we could catch up and we captured 8 men and gear for 12 more, as well as killing off some tame wizard and priest.
We are now moving one to the capital, I hope this letter reaches you before the Swinekers move in, if not the messenger should be able to get it in through on of the tunnels.

Fight well


Jour

Cross the border into Bistol this morning, the Swinekers have already started raiding and pilliging accross thier borders wipeing out most of the villige of Bad Ass. Even though thier villige was the nearest to the border in this part of the kingdom no real attempt had been made to fortify it, I pity these poor basterds buts its only another example of how the nobility cares nothing for the safty of the people thier supposed to defend. The princess Genna was shocked to see the devastation, and perhaps I was a bit harsh on her considering shes only a child, but its best if she knows what fools she will have to deal with and the consiquences of thier follies. The wizard Balli found the encampment of the 10 surviving oger and I talked the other Bravos in the group into joining me in assalting them, I hoped that in slaughtering the advance party of the local tribes it might slow down the rest of them. Balli came up with the idea of useing the clown womens weapons to create some distrust. The Elf who name I din't catch wanted to sneak up and shot at them a few times since he belived that his lack of armor and exsperience as a sailor made him the only one capable of stealth..., no I din't get that one either. It might have been best to let him go first since I might have spotted the maggit in the group. The fist preist got us up quiet with a spell and we pinged the crap out of them, then Balli got the whole bunch in a web spell, me the preist and the closet case got ready to chop em up when they broke lose but the idiot maggit let lose with his frost breath, killing his whole bunch and poor Balli. The maggit went down pretty quick, and no that went down as in killed. I sent the rest off and covered up the tracks good enough to fool ogers and marked to bodies in such a way to make it look even more like psycho bitches had kill them.
In the morning we reach the capital and see if any of the worthless royles still breath.


06.26.02
Master Chade

Arrived on Ithaky safely with Jour and was awaiting the chance to get him in to presend his factions greiveinces to the council when a new player appeared. Calling themselves the Martiarch army of the Great Mother Empire, they where led by a Baroness Katriana in the name of a Queen Matriarch Jasminia. The started with a sudden appearance in the coucil hall at the opening ceromonies when Xiania, Queen Valnaha military advisor, assassinated the Queen from behind. Makalir, the butcher of Komarr, leap to attack her but was cut in twain by Xiania, she must have been useing a enchanted blade since no matter how much of a basterd Makalir was, he was still a warrior of note. The barroness then made some speak about way they had the right to kill people and take things over because men were so obviously evil in that they were always killing people and takeing things over when the rest of the ambassodors got so tired of lisening to her yap they went on the offensive, they got slaughtered. Apperrently the all girl terrorist squad has gotten hold of some crystal based magic that sucks up other magics in some rod based thing, they also have some sort of teleporting magic and magic weapons.
Meanwhile out side the girl showed up in 3 flying craft whick began to drop exsplosive devices all about, and 3 self propelled boat carring about 20 of so fighters in a assalt on the town, the flying craft went down in about 30 seconds and the fighters were all dead, mostly by suiside in about 50 seconds. I recoved some of thier gear and will check it out later, although the wizard who took out most of the flying craft says they arnt magical. The wemon are tough fighters but nothing special, they are made up with clown make up and fight without style, they seem to be of the same race and were killed magiclly when in danger of being captured, slave warriors possibly? They do seem to have infiltrated at least one of the kingdom with a quisling, you should begin to look closely at other female military figures with hazy backgrounds. The wemon use devices with writting in a langauge that bears no resembalance to any I've seen. My personal theroy is that some dizzy tarts found a treasure hold of these artifacts build a force using them and is running rampent under the command of a leader with delusions of grandure, the ineptness of their use of the flying craft and landing boat, the insuffiant number of troops and thier poor training, all scream of the classic evil/stupid organisation. For the time being I will attempt to follow up on these idiots to track down thier sorce of equipment so that I can seize it for the cause.
your student

Cutter Tubal

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