Rybnik Pass

Thursday 23rd December 356AC Continued

Once we had eaten lunch our reduced war-band rode out through the fog and the mud, continuing on into the night. Around an hour after nightfall we were confronted with the mountain pass. Rybnik Pass is an imposing feature, it looks as though some great giant has cleft the mountain with its axe. The ravine is narrow and its sides rise vertically towards the heavens broken only by an apparent cave network that Sir Dominic laid eyes upon. In the clay of the track Brother Ithariel was able to discern the footprints of humans, goblins and draconians in some numbers. 

The ladies of the party then took it upon themselves to play the role of scouts, leaving those of us less stealthy by nature to wait. 
Some time passed and I had the opportunity to study the caves, reasoning that they must be joined inside the network - thus providing a perfect defensible position, allowing rocks and other material to be rained down upon your attackers before making an escape through the earth. 
Shortly before we would have become concerned for the safety of our comrades a dull thump could be heard a little way up the pass, followed by a hunting horn. We readied the men, forming a spear line across the opening of the pass, while the advance party retreated to the safety of the group. 

Eventually our sharp-eyed kender spotted hooded man walking down the pass towards us. He knocked an arrow to his longbow and let fly, sending an arrow into the dirt not far from our position, fixed to which was a scrap of parchment inscribed with the words "Flee or die". Not to be put off by unfounded threats we sent the shadowy archer's missile back to its owner and in a rare moment of whimsy one of the knights replaced the note with one reading "There's nobody here". It is after all, healthy to relieve tension in times of stress. For at least another hour by the stars the only further contact we experienced was a second projectile note reading "Still here?"

Around midnight a shout of "gas" was raised from one of those on watch. As we roused ourselves, a noxious mist the colour of bile could be seen inexorably creeping along the pass towards our forward line. Brother Ithariel, quick to action as ever, gathered the pikemen & had them build a substantial fire at the mouth of the gorge in the hope that the heat would dissipate the unholy fog. Fortunately the Lady Azshauna was able to identify the spell used as 'Cloudkill', an extremely unpleasant method of slaughtering your foe en masse but one easily overcome by the light breeze the lady summoned at her command. 

Some two hours later our rest was once again disturbed by sight of the hooded archer. On this occasion he had with him a goblin companion and a large man who continued to shamble towards us. This oversized, stumbling figure caught our attention as he approached the dying light of the fire we had set earlier in the night. As he came into view we could see that he was dressed in the furs of a Plainsman but his flesh was unnaturally swollen, as if filled with fluid. Starsong did not recognise the man as one of her Que-Kiri tribe but she was still distraught at his condition, particularly once he was close enough to see the pain on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks. It became evident that this poor soul was no longer in control of his actions and whatever dire purpose he served was clearly to our detriment. It broke my heart to give the order but the archers at my command responded swiftly and without hesitation, giving evidence to their worth. As they prepared to loose their arrows and stop the wretched Plainsman the nefarious bowman sent a burning missile into his pawn and there followed a tremendous explosion. Apparently the captured prisoners of this enemy are being turned into weapons inconceivable in nature. Fortunately the blast was too far back from our line and we escaped with no injuries, at least none physical. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, though many of us lost sleep thinking of the unfortunate soul who had been sacrificed to a nefarious cause. 

Ogres!

 

Thursday 23rd December 356 AC

By noon the weather had turned foul and hail beat down upon us. Unable to start a fire, our advance group stopped for a cold lunch. Brother Ithariel did manage to cook the brace of rabbits caught by Lady Azshauna. Just in time to share a meal Sir Dominic reverted to his normal form, fuming with rage at having to endure such abasement. As he stormed about in anger he happened to glance up and notice something through the hail. Eight ogres were advancing on our position in 'arrow' formation, not an easy thing for and ogre commander to assemble. 

 
Starsong was the first to meet the threat with bow and flaming arrow, landing a hit in the neck of the lead beast, after which our infantry followed suit. Swiftly a defensive line was formed about me with the pikemen planting their long-arms ready to receive the charge. Lady Azshauna erupted a massive ball of fire amid the rampaging ogres and the lead ogre returned the favour by detonating flame amongst our own ranks. Sir Dominic fared the worst of those who survived, though he faultered not. Without warning some of the less experienced knights rode out to meet the enemy advance head on. Though they were noble & brave, their actions secured their demise. Some did mange to wound their attackers but ultimately the ogres made use of their size and strength to vanquish them. Once the charge met our spear line we resisted, though it hit us hard. Starsong sustained a wound and some of the infantry now rest with Paladine. At some point Sir Dominic managed to heal his own wounds and join the fight, beheading one of the vile creatures. The lead ogre targeted the Lady Azshauna and landed a cruel blow, sending her reeling before it unleashed another ball of flame amidst our ranks. With the unfailing bravery of the kender Nedlog leapt at the abomination, grappling like a ferret up a trouser leg, until she grasped the ogre's wand. With a flash of light most of the ogre's torso disappeared and Nedlog assumed a smug expression. With the battle all but won, the final ogre tried to make it's escape. Swiftly I mounted my horse and rode it down. As I leapt from my mount I attempted to subdue the fiend with my shield so that we could interrogate it, sadly ogres are not as durable as I had been led to believe and I succeeded in crushing it's windpipe. 

Too many good men lost their lives in that short fight and I hold myself entirely accountable. An army, no matter how small, is only as strong as its commander and my leadership or lack there of cost us dearly. While Sir Dominic gave the remaining men a rousing speech to lift their spirits and Brother Ithariel lectured them on the folly of charging past a defensive line, I spent my time praying over the bodies of the fallen and collecting their heirlooms. I pray that when next we meet combat I am able to show more wisdom in my command. 
Once our own dead had been attended to we turned our attention to the foul smelling corpses of the ogres, finding no small amount of coin and a letter written in the monsters' tongue. Lady Azshauna was able to translate the note and explained that it had been signed by Scranti, one of our quarry. He, She or It requested that the ogres send out a force to stop their pursuers and allow their band time to escape to Blödhelm. The letter also explained that the fort being assaulted by the main body of our army had been rigged as some kind of trap for the nights. Given the date we were able to calculate that we had very little time to warn Sir Hassan of the danger. I dispatched one of the men immediately with a copy of the ogre's letter and a brief explanation of the danger, an hour later I dispatched one of the pikemen (who promised some riding experience) as insurance, should the Knight be waylaid.  

The Black Knight Returns

Thursday 23rd December 356 AC

As my body slept on a flea filled cot in one of Slupsk's abandoned buildings, my mind was taken elsewhere.

I found myself standing upon a field of battle, my sword encrusted with blood and my enemies dead about my feet. Hearing a scream, I turned to find Sir Dominic receiving heavy blows from a huge knight in blackened armour and full helm.
As the Black Knight raised his sword for the killing blow I charged in between them and brought up my gauntlet in defense of us both. Suddenly, and in the way that can only happen in dreams, a large shield appeared on my arm that had been there all along. As Sir Dominic gathered himself behind me, unarmed, the Black Knight rained down blows like the Gods' thunder upon my shield.

With that I awoke.
The dream itself, though somewhat distressing, was not so unusual for a warrior and I would have thought nothing of it had Sir Dominic not mentioned his own dream as we broke our fast. It seems that he experienced the same event as I during his slumber. Not only that but he has encountered this Black Knight before- in both a dream and armed combat.
Given the serious and unnatural character of our shared nightmare Sir Dominic suggested we consult with Brother Ithariel. On hearing our account of the experience he shared our disquiet and advised us that magic could be at play. The Brother decided to cast a spell that would reveal any magical residue left upon us, after which he pronounced me clean of magical corruption. Sir Dominic on the other hand was not so fortunate. To everyone's amusement, some unexpected element of the spell resulted in my brother at arms turning into a large, pink ball of fluff.

Entertaining as Sir Dominic's condition was, more important matters had to be attended to. It was decided that I would lead our small party, along with a squad of Knights and some pikemen ahead of the main group in the hope that we should catch our enemies unprepared. The main force would follow behind as swiftly as possible to aid us, should we encounter strong resistance. I made certain to inform Sir Hassan of the 'geas' placed upon all of the prisoners and helped him realise that, like the fires, they were simply a delaying action.
Before I led the advance group out I ensured that summary executions had been carried out and appropriate prayers made.

Magical transportation to far off lands

Wednesday 22nd December 356 AC

On rising this morning we each found another present under our pillows, placed with professional stealth during the night. I found a scroll written in unfamiliar script under my own and while I investigated it an explosion was heard from Sir Dominic's room, along with some words I didn't think he knew.
After breakfast had been cleared two Officers of the Watch, Rutledge and Massey, joined us to inform us that John and Mary Keenan were dead.
Saddened as we were by the news, we had a more important job to do so we made our way to the Mage Shop. After allowing a little time for the wizard of the party to stock up on supplies we braced ourselves for transportation by magical means...

...when next we opened our eyes we found ourselves in a new location entirely. The rain was the first change anyone noticed, the cold soon bit and we were slowly aware that we stood outside the tall wooden palisade wall of the small town of Slupsk.
Sir Dominic provided Holy Light that we might find the gate and I proceeded to make our presence known. There followed a brief, tense discourse with the guards before a fleeting glance at the crest on my shield gained our entry.
On passing through the gate our eyes were greeted with the sight of a broken town. Buildings were in disrepair, many appeared uninhabited while others were frankly uninhabitable. Almost all the individuals we saw were knights but what civilians there were subdued and demoralised. The guard eventually guided us to what had been the town hall, now headquarters for the local operation, for conference with with Sir Hassan. Fierce shouting could be heard as our guide knocked and entered the main chamber. Within were Sir Hassan and a furious young man dressed entirely in black, who stormed from the room upon our arrival.
I handed Sir Hassan our orders which caused him to ask the simple question "Where are the rest of you?". Evidently the situation here had become far more serious than the Knight's Council, I explained to my honoured colleague that sadly our group comprised the entirety of the reinforcements.

With a sigh, Sir Hassan brought us to the map room for briefing. We were informed that while the main body of the Knights' army assaulted a stronghold to the north a small number of enemy combatants had broken free and fled in this direction. Sir Hassan had been dispatched with a small force due to the belief that the escaping party included some war criminals (potentially Roark) and other persons of interest. Capture of these individuals was the highest priority. The only pass through the mountains to the south is Rybnik Pass, and this is believed to be their immediate destination. Thus far the pursuit has been hampered by the firing of every town the enemy passed through, forcing the Knights to stop and aid the local population. Some prisoners have been captured, human and goblinoid in nature, but as yet they have not given up any useful intelligence (indeed they have been more of a hindrance up to this point).

The first order of business is to interrogate the prisoners ourselves. The Knights here have neither mage nor cleric so there may be things we can discover that they could not. I first ensured Sir Dominic was made busy aiding the Knights before inviting Brother Ithariel, Lady Azshauna and Starsong to join me for the interrogation. It should be noted that long experience has shown, interrogations go much more smoothly if paladins are kept away. Lady Azshauna was able to detect some kind of magic on the prisoners and Brother Ithariel dispelled it from one human. The prisoner, now able to talk, was eager to enlighten us on any subject. It seems he had been in Torun, where he became injured and was left behind to die. The Knights have been trailing him along for the past week. The band he was part of is known as the Hellwagon Train, comprising of forty or so soldiers. He was able to confirm Rybnik Pass as their destination and, as was our belief, certain important persons were travelling with the group. We now know the names of our quarry; Olmos, the group's draconian leader (wanted for war crimes); Penikett, a cleric of Chemosh; Rekha, a cleric of Morgion; Trucco, another cleric of Chemosh; and Scranti, a Mage of the Black Robes wanted by the Tower of High Sorcery.

With some positive intelligence to follow we left the prisoners and found rooms for the night, each taking a turn on watch to give the beleaguered guards some reprieve.

Duty calls

Monday 20th December 356 AC

At Third Watch Sir Dominic joined me in visiting Sir Gregory. Formalities were swiftly dispensed as we were informed that as soon as our party could be assembled we would be sent to a small town south of Sanction by the dismal name of Slupsk. Since the end of the last war efforts have been made to cleanse the area of 'unsociable elements'. For the most part this has been successful- the dragon armies are in disarray, the ogre and goblinoid populations are under control and the entire region of Neraka is restricted by major trade embargoes. As is inevitable, however, some more extreme elements are intent on the continuation of hostilities. It is these elements the we will be sent to bring under control.
As soon as we can ready ourselves we are to return to Palanthas where we may present a document of travel to the proprietor of the Mage supply shop. She will transport us by magical means to the area in which Slupsk resides.

Our somewhat unorthodox group was we under way by Fifth Watch and we made camp along the road after a day's good travel.


Tuesday 21st December 356 AC

Given our progress the previous day I decided the party (and the horses) had earned a relaxed start to the day. We stowed our trail rations and allowed Brother Ithariel to prepare one of his, now famous, breakfasts, while Starsong and Sir Dominic engaged in a little weapons training. Nedlog eventually ended the sparring by unleashing a furious torrent of abuse of them both - I shall only record that I was glad to have a priest with us, for Sir Dominic's sake.
After the incident with a bored kender we broke camp and completed out journey, arriving at Palanthas halfway through Evening Watch, and arranged to spend the night in the barracks.

Sir Dominic and Starsong proceeded immediately to the home of Julie's aunt and uncle, John and Mary Keenen (the only known relatives of the young girl we rescued along the road). The first sign of any disturbance was a conspicuous lack of activity within the house and grounds- remember that the gentleman and lady of the house were quite wealthy, there should have been people coming and going at all times of the day. Sir Dominic took it upon himself to gain entry to the main house via the kitchen and found the cook within, strangled dead.
A cursory investigation of the ground floor revealed two more victims and they swiftly decided the best course of action would be to contact the City Watch. Though we all felt concern for the little orphan on hearing the news, we were content to leave the matter in the hands of those who could focus more on the task.

On a lighter note, Brother Ithariel lightened the mood by presenting us all with early Yuletide gifts.

Addendum

Sunday 19th December 356 AC - addendum

As the ceremony came to a close we retired to prepare for the evening's celebratory banquet. I honestly believe that the Knights could rule all of Ansalon if we spent as much time on campaign as we did at banquets and dances, though speaking such aloud could cost me my position.
On entering our chambers, Sir Dominic and I both discovered missives insisting we visit with Sir Gregory first thing in the morning. We resigned ourselves to avoiding the most enthusiastic of the revelry and made our way to the main hall.
The banquet itself was mostly tasteful, somewhat enjoyable and exactly like the hundreds I have attended before but Sir Dominic was afforded the appropriate deference and our party seemed to enjoy the affair. The only item of note was the impromptu fortune telling stall of Nedlog Rednow; Psychic, Palm Reader and Magician Extrordinaire. The stall proved worryingly profitable, I must remember to have words with my young kender friend on the subject of exploiting the gullible, though Knights of Solamnia and their companions should have known better if I am to be honest.

The Knighting of Sir Dominic

Though the following words are not my own, I feel it is important that this day be recorded here.

Sunday 19th December 356 AC

Dawn breaks around 8.30. It is a cold, but still, without a cloud in the
sky.
The tower is a hive of activity with knights moving purposefully ensuring
all preparations are in place and making last minute adjustments and polish
to armour and swords. Breakfast is a sparse affair, the kitchens busy
preparing the banquet of that evening and the mess hall empties as quickly
as it fills. The party eats quietly without Dominic and Sir Thomas before
heading off to prepare themselves.
As noon approaches the activity reaches a fervour across the 4 courtyards,
before a sudden silence descends. It is then, in each of the courtyards,
two thousand knights stand to attention, to witness one of their own
receive the promotion he deserves. Marching as a single unit, each
courtyard empties in turn filing into the centre plaza of the fortress,
first the Order of the Crown, secondly the Order of the Sword, with the
knights of the Order of the Rose flanking them all on the right facing the
main tower. From the 4th courtyard the invited guests - friends, family and
noblemen file in to take their places in the rows of seats in front of the
knights. With all orders in place, three elder knights and their wives move
to the platform, each the highest ranking knight within their order and
dressed in ancient, gold trimmed armour. Finally, the party are led in to
join the ceremonial party on the platform - Starsong dressed in a
traditional formal dress, Nedlog in a modern design in all of the colours,
with Brother Ithariel following in ceremonial red armour. A moment later
the are joined by Lady Azshauna dressed resplendent in white. Standing
silently, the only noise is the flicker of the flags blowing in the wind.
As the tower bell strikes 12, a trumpet fanfare is blown and all rise. To
the left a set of double doors are flung open to reveal Dominic, with Sir
Thomas at this side. They walk out into the sunlight, Dominic, unarmed and
dressed in simple armour, stepping up the steps to face his superiors and
his party. A herald moves from the side and proclaims
"Grant we pray, Paladine, our prayers, and see fit to bless with the hand
of your majesty this sword with which your servant desires to be girt, to
the end that he may be a defender of the Church, of widows, of orphans, and
of all the servants of good, against the cruelty of evil, and that he may
be the terror and dread of his enemies, ensuring for him the performance of
equitable prosecution and just defense. Amen."
"Paladine, who establishes and lawfully rules the order of all things: who
to put down the malice of reprobates and to defend justice have, by your
beneficent disposition, permitted men on Krynn the use of the sword, and
have willed to institute Chivalric Orders for the protection of the people:
and who said by way of the blessed Huma to the soldiers who came to him
that they should do violence to no man, but be content with their pay: we
humbly pray grant, through your heavenly bounty, to this your servant, who
comes a new recruit to put his neck under the chivalric yoke, the power and
valor to defend the faith and justice, increase him in faith, hope,
charity, the fear as well as the love of good, humility, perseverance,
obedience and patience, and direct him lawfully in all things, so that he
will never injure anyone unjustly with this or any other sword, and so
that, just as he is raised from an inferior station to the new honor of
knighthood, so, putting off the old man with his deeds, he will put on the
new man, to fear you and render You just worship, to avoid the society of
the wicked, to pour out his charity upon his neighbor, to obey the articles
of his faith lawfully in all things, and to fulfill his office justly at
all times. Amen."
The eldest of the Knights stands. With the symbols of the Order of the
Rose, Lord Godfrey Schonfield speaks
"Lord Greenway, is the candidate free to take the oath and accept
responsibilities of Knighthood?"
Lord Geoffrey Greenway, the head of the Order of the Sword stands.
"No my lord, he is sworn in fealty to my Lord Hugh Bonneville."
Lord Schonfield speaks again
"Herald, summon his grace and his household."
The third knight on the platform rises, along with his wife to stand in
front of Lord Schonfield
"Lord Bonneville, High Warrior of the Knights of Solamnia, do you release
Dominic de Caela from your fealty, that he may serve the High Clerist of
the Knights of Solamnia?"
"I do, my Lord, with honour"
Lord Schonfield turns to Dominic as Lord Bonneville and his wife return to
their positions.
"Right mindful of your prowess on the field, and responsive to the wishes
of your peers, we are minded to make you Knight of the Sword. Know that to
wear the belt and chain of a knight is to hold a sacred trust; that the
obligations of knighthood will demand your efforts every moment of your
life. "
"A knight of Solamnia must be respectful of all religions, never offending
the faith of another. "
"A knight must respect all those who are weak or defenseless, whether
because of age, infirmity, poverty, or vow, and be steadfast in defending
them. "
"A knight must love his God and his province, and fulfill most faithfully
his feudal duties to his Lord and his Order. "
"His word must be dependable beyond doubt or question. He must never flee
from the face of his foes, nor show them his back. He must be generous to
all. "
"And, always and everywhere, he must be the champion of the right and the
good. "
"The Laws of the Order and the customs of the land require that a knight
be prow, as you have demonstrated you are upon the field; that a knight be
courteous, as you have shown yourself to be and as these noble gentleman
attest; and that a knight be loyal to his Oath and the Measure. Do you then
desire to accept the burden of knighthood and swear fealty to the Order of
the Sword?"
After a brief pause, Dominic accepts. Lord Schonfield continues
"Then swear fealty and pay homage to the Order of the Sword of the Knights
of Solamnia."
Sir Dominic says
"I here swear fealty and do homage to the Order of the Sword of the
Knights of Solamnia; to ever be a good knight and true, reverent and
generous, shield of the weak, defender of the faith, obedient to my
liege-lord, foremost in battle, courteous at all times, champion of the
right and the good. Thus swear I, Dominic de Caela."
Lord Greenway and Lord Bonneville rise to either side of Lord Schonefield.
All three say in unison
"To this we hear and shall never forget, nor fail to reward that which is
given in fealty, with love, with service, with honor and oath breading with
vengeance."
Lord Schonfield advances a step
"Is there a sword which you will offer in service to your order and the
Oath and the Measure?"
Dominic replies
"Yes my liege there is, in the safe keeping of your servant Sir Thomas
Hargoth."
Sir Thomas removes the scabbard from his side, kneels and offers the sword
to Lord Schonfield while saying
"One edge to cuts to the truth, one edge to administer Paladine’s justice,
and a scabbard to counsel mercy."
Lord Schonfield continues "Is there a belt?"
Starsong steps forward and places a belt around Dominic. She speaks
initially in her own language, and then in common
"The knights' white belt symbolizes purity, and chastity that a knight
must reign in his body steadfastly, avoiding the scandals of the body:
gluttony, sloth, and lechery. Purity of purpose and a new beginning to
begin again the steps on the Path to Chivalry."
Satisfied, Lord Schonfield says "Are there spurs?". Nedlog steps forwards
with a look of intense concentration on her face. After attaching the spurs
to Dominic’s heels she says, initially in Kenderspeak and then in common
"As a knights spurs goad the warhorse so should they goad the knight to
Valor, Service, Diligence and Swiftness. Let the spurs hasten the knight to
his duty that he might maintain his Order in the high honor that belongs to
it. By placing precious golden spurs near his feat a knight displays
disdain for worldly things. They should be worn with honor and discretion
lest they be hacked from your heals in shame and disgrace."
As the final words are spoken, a look of relief spreads over her face as
she returns to her place. From smiling, Lord Schonfield returns the
expression on his face to seriousness once again. "Is there a Coat of
Arms?"
Clanking in his armour, Brother Ithariel steps forward
"Shame-fastness or Fear of shame. These arms ensure that all might know
this knight from afar, and judge him fair or foul, to ensure obedience to
the order of knighthood. It symbolizes the hardships and travail that a
knight will suffer foremost in battle and always placing his body between
his duty and his foes just as the surcoat receives any blows, rain, or
insult before the armor and body of the knight. May the strength of Kiri
Jolith be upon you".
Ithariel bows and returns to line before bowing his head in prayer. Lord
Schonfield continues
"The candidate has been invested with the trappings of the office to
knighthood. Is there a chain with which to bind him in his oath of fealty."
Stepping gracefully forward, Azshauna places a chain over Dominic’s head,
saying in elvish, then common
"The chain is of platinum, purest of the metals to signify the purity of
the chain of fealty which binds the knight and his sovereigns to one
another. The chain is heavy to symbolize and remind the knight of the heavy
responsibility he bears. The chain is strong and runs round the neck of the
knight signifying obedience to the commands of his faith and the order.
Pray let your behavior and deeds charge this, Paladine’s symbol with as
great a reverence and respect as it deserves."
As she returns to her place Lord Schonfield draws the sword from the
scabbard held by the kneeling Sir Thomas. Striking the right shoulder, then
the left and finally the head, he proclaims
"In remembrance of oaths given and received. In remembrance of your
lineage and obligations. Be thou a good knight. Rise, Sir Dominic."
As Dominic rises a huge cheer rings out amongst the crowd. Behind the
applauding nobles and civilians, a clash of metal is heard as every knight
repeatedly beats his chest with his right metal gauntlet". After a moment,
silence again descends. At this stage Lord Greenway steps forward towards
the newly knighted Sir Dominic.
"We see many Knights of Solamnia gathered before Us, We thank you for
honoring us with your presence, and would honor you by borrowing a custom
of your past. We seem to recall that in these lands we would now charge the
candidate: Know, now that you are made a knight, that you must succor the
defenseless, seek justice for those of every station, and maintain the
honor of Knighthood. Let this blow remind you that Knighthood shall bring
you pain as well as honor."
With that Lord Greenway punches you hard, squarely in the chest. Taking
the blow, Sir Dominic kneels and being invited to stand, shakes the
outstretched hand of Lord Greenway. Each member of the party moves forward
to congratulate Sir Dominic as three cheers ring out from the knights.
Sir Dominic is invited to stand alongside his lord as Lord Schonfield
moves to the front of the stage. Calling all orders to attention, he then
commands them to fall out. In the same way they arrived, each order takes a
sharp about turn, and returns to their courtyard. With all knights now
gone, Lord Schonfield thanks all for attending, inviting them to the
banquet that the Knighting may be celebrated.

The Birth of Kender Civil Rights

Friday 17th December 356 AC

Later that evening we were called to the main banquet hall for an excruciating social affair. I must confess, I joined the Knighthood to escape the endless balls and banquets of my father's court- only to find that they insist on celebrating at each and every opportunity. Sir Dominic and I toured the room, making the appropriate introductions so that he could receive the congratulations he was due. 
At one point in the evening I noticed Starsong seemed unusually distracted. It would seem that Roark, a name well known but rarely spoken in these halls, had somehow been delivering notes into her chambers. The criminal claimed to know something of the fate of her tribe, though given his previous record I would not be shocked if he orchestrated the atrocity. 
I agreed to do my best to appeal to the mages' conclave on her behalf if she would concede to attempt contact with The Betrayer. 

Later still, having retired for the night, I was awoken by a furious, high pitched ranting at my door. Rising to investigate I opened the door to find two Tower guards and my friend Nedlog, who was in a fit of outrage. The young kender was ranting incoherently for the most part but I did manage to glean the terms "Kender Civil Rights", "Violence inherent in the system" and I'm certain I heard "Wait till Fizban hears of this!". Thankfully the guards had more detail and clearer heads to offer. Apparently the 'kender in residence' at the Clerist's Tower had been accused of some crime and placed in the stocks for the night. I know not what the crime was but given the natural tendencies of their race and the fact that Nedlog probably goaded him into it, I suspect the punishment was just. As a precaution (and to ensure the rest of my night remained undisturbed) I recommended the guards place my vocal colleague in stocks as well, and then swiftly retired once again. 


Saturday 18th December 356 AC

At dawn I visited Dominic, my friend and soon to be brother. I answered any questions he had and readied him for his day of meditation. If I remember my meditation day correctly I spent roughly one third in prayer, one third asleep and one third planning the transport schedules for the shipping season about to start - I trusted a noble Paladin like Dominic to use the day more responsibly.  

Once he was settled at his place I was free to aid Starsong in her enquiries. We visited the library to find any history of her village (remember that she had apparently been victim to some 'time travel' and did not truly understand its fate). The only thing we discovered was that there was nothing to discover. Other villages of the Plains were mentioned frequently, indeed up-to-date histories were available on most of them, but of her home there was not a single mention. Neither of us being scholars, we swiftly reached the limit of our ability but the conspicuous absence of any mention of Starsong's village bought the interest of the Head Librarian. 
We left to matter in his far more capable hands and spent the rest of the day scuffling with Brother Ithariel on the training grounds

Politics at home doesn't seem so bad after all

Friday 17th December 356 AC - addendum

Later that day a messenger once again knocked on my door, given that they never seem to bear pleasant news I trust these messengers are well paid for their task. The lad politely informed me that there had been an ‘incident’ in the library involving Sir Dominic. It would appear the great & noble Chosen One of Paladine was indeed determined to retrieve the scroll he was so set upon finding, so determined in fact that he threatened the life of the head librarian and had to be subdued martially by Brother Ithariel. Less than an hour as a full Knight and he assaulted a scholar in our most high sanctum - I shudder to think what will become of him later.
On my way to the ‘high grade’ holding cells where I dreaded to find Sir Dominic stewing I was interrupted by yet another runner. This time the altercation involved Starsong & Nedlog and as I was hurried to their location the boy informed me that they had apparently assaulted the private suite of the three mages stationed here as liaison to the Knights’ Council. I assured him that this could obviously not be the case but as we neared the coven’s suite & the scorch marks on the walls came into view the pattern of events became somewhat easy to recognise.
The kender had such a look of wonderment upon her visage, as if she had just witnessed the mages turn themselves inside-out & back again, that I suspected no repercussions on her part. The plains-woman on the other hand was literally frothing with rage and I asked that they both be returned to their rooms, vowing on my honour that, in case the mages should press charges, they would both remain within the walls of the Clerist’s Tower.
So weary was I that I did not recognise the inherent dangers of such a vow when a kender is the subject. In hind-sight I understand why the Council sent a ranking Knight to collect these five from Palanthas rather than expecting them to make the, relatively simple, journey alone.
To conclude that eventful afternoon I collected Sir Dominic from his cell before retiring to prepare for the banquet that evening.

Dragons attack! (Apparently)

Friday 17th December 356 AC

Suddenly a cacophony of bells erupted across the sombre compound. My companions expressed confusion at the sound, having apparently been absent for the entirety of the War of the Lance, but my ears were all too familiar with the sound of the dragon attack alarm. Though it had been some time since the dragon bells were rung, my response to them during the war on so many occasions helped earn the rank I hold today. Despite my protest that I should be defending the walls with my brothers, Sir Andrew of the Sword ushered the group swiftly away to a secure location. To call the Tower dungeon a secure location is, of course, generous at best but I have to assume that Sir Andrew was genuinely concerned for all our safety and not simply intent on incarcerating us at the first opportunity. Why he felt the need to place a guard on our locked door I have yet to understand.
We found ourselves in the large common room of the dungeon - upon the walls are ten doors, the one through which we entered and the doors to nine secure cells. The only one of these holding rooms that had any obvious occupant contained the Aurak draconian arrested by ourselves not two days ago. Immediately I felt some irritation that the creature had not been executed upon arrival but I understand some care must be taken while undertaking that task, given the magical nature of the beast. That circumstance does not help me comprehend why the aberration was given a book to read.
From a dark corner of the room (either from an open cell or simply the shadows in the curve of the wall) a well built, young human approached us. He introduced himself as Ariakan, though we quickly recognised him as the son of the Dragon High Lord Ariakas. Some discourse was observed between Brother Ithariel and the Dragon Lord’s son before they engaged themselves in a somewhat tense game of chess, while Sir Dominic & Starsong attempted to interrogate the draconian prisoner. I cannot record the details of either conversation with any clarity as, I must confess I was so infuriated at our unjust confinement.
Eventually my blue blood won the battle over my patience & I beat upon the door demanding to be attended to. When the dungeon door opened I found myself confronted by a Knight of the Crown - my junior in rank, years & experience. I commanded an immediate audience with Sir Andrew and stormed off like the duke I was born to be, trusting the young knight to follow in my wake at his own discretion.
I was led to a board room where, after a vexatious delay, I was joined by Sir Timothy McCarthy, a ranking member of the Order of the Rose and very much my superior. This humbled me somewhat & neutered my pious rampage. Sir Timothy explained, with extreme diplomacy, that we were brought to the dungeons in haste & that it was indeed an error of judgement. He did point out that Ariakan was believed to be the target of the attack and he was reassured to have Sir Dominic & myself in place to defend the asset.
Bowing graciously & showing the appropriate decorum, I thanked Sir Timothy for his time before noticing that Sir Dominic had joined us. My brother at arms took this opportunity to once again request access to the scroll he sought in the Tower library but again he was denied.
This left Sir Dominic somewhat upset, as he was quite determined. I later learned that in communion with the Great God Paladine, Sir Dominic had been given clear guidance that he should acquire this scroll - by any means.

An Orderly Interrogation

Friday 17^th December 356 AC

At 6 am my slumber was disturbed by a knock at my door. No cleric this time but a servant sent to inform me that my presence, along with my travelling companions, would be required in the main court one hour thence. Upon arrival we found a large table set with a meagre breakfast platter for each of us and one extra place set, I have yet to discover the intended occupant of that seat.

As we began to break our fast we were joined by three ranking knights and a guard of Crown knights. Sir Richard of the Crown, Sir Andrew of the Sword and Sir Timothy of the Rose joined us at the table and once their guard were situated around the periphery the door was locked.

Our eminent superiors began proceedings by thanking Sir Dominic & party for joining them, explaining that this was simply protocol. This meeting reeked of many things but from the first I knew standard protocol was not one of them. Growing up at the heels of a Grand Duke one learns a thing or two of politics. Sir Timothy continued by reciting an account of Sir Dominic's heroic act (the primary requirement for advancement to the Order of the Sword). Rather unusually Sir Dominic & his party all claimed ignorance with regard to the act in question, this being the defence of the innocent on November 22^nd as witnessed & signed by the red mage Horstman. Though I was not party to the details, there were murmurs amongst the group of missing weeks and, if you would believe it, time travel. Whatever the cause of the confusion it was clear that the details would not easily be reconciled. On one thing Sirs Timothy, Andrew & Richard were clear – Sir Dominic was to hand over the sword of Sir Thomas Pinchin, a pre-cataclysm relic that Sir Dominic recovered while on his knightly quest. I could not understand the reasoning but Sir Dominic appeared reluctant to give over the sword, claiming some moral quandary. At that the Knights Superior left us to discuss matters, leaving the guard in place about the room & the door locked behind them.

As the bolt clicked into place the familiar look of Kender triumph settled across Nedlog's features and she drew from her sleeve a scroll that had been shown to Sir Dominic by Sir Andrew and then withdrawn. I considered admonishing her but I must confess curiosity won the day as I recognised this to be the scroll Horstman had charged me with delivery to Sir Dominic just prior to his death. At the time it had been sealed but now I could see that it contained only the letters 'NMTFMHPCMCWTTRA' which meant nothing to Sir Dominic or anyone else at the table. Similarly the others could provide no more information on the supposed heroic act, beyond the fact that they had all thought themselves dead before waking in Palanthas weeks later with no memory of what had transpired. We also noticed for the first time that there was an inscription of some sort on the blade of the sword Sir Dominic guarded so zealously, though the writing could be recognised by neither mage nor scholar among us.

Realising that only further confusion lay ahead of us Sir Dominic requested that Sir Timothy & the others rejoin the group. At length a commotion could be heard outside the locked doors. A mage of the Order of Law finally burst in demanding that Azshauna return to the Tower of High Sorcery immediately to report to with Par-salian, Master of the Conclave of Wizards, with the three furious knights following swiftly behind him. Once Lady Azshauna was on her way I apologised for the swift & nimble fingers of the kender & returned the scroll to Sir Timothy. By this time Sir Dominic had also remembered his place and offered up Sir Thomas Pinchin's sword to Sir Andrew with his most humble apologies.

Although neither Sir Dominic nor any other could honestly attest the accuracy of the statement provided, he agreed to sign it as truth. Between his party's previous dealings with Horstman & my own we judged him to be an honourable soul, true to his word. Indeed is it not in the nature of the red mage & his ilk to be neutral in all things?

With the sword returned & the act of heroism confirmed Sir Andrew was the first to welcome Sir Dominic into the Order of the Sword. Drinks were served, toasts made & congratulations offered.

Journey's end

16^th December 356 AC

To ensure we arrived at the High Clerist's Tower at the appointed time haste was essential and so we made an early start to our continuing journey. Indeed, such were the time constraints that we even ate the midday meal without pause, though we were forced to stop occasionally to give the horses brief rest.

As the afternoon wore on we were surprised by a sudden thunderous crack in our midst. A swift inquiry confirmed good health among all our number and, though the sharp eyed Kender did find shards of fine glass and traces of explosive components, we continued on – confounded but uninjured. Sometime after nightfall a scream was heard from Julie (the merchant's daughter) and both her parents were found to be dead, poisoned. It seems possible that some agent lay dormant within them and was activated by whatever chemicals the explosion released along the road, for no soul had access to them since they came under our protection. This theory is not without its gaps of course, for instance where did the mysterious explosive come from and why was the child unaffected? I pray that these questions will be answered in time, I do not favour the foe that hides himself in a web of concealment and falsehood; better to meet face to face in honest battle.

With little else to do we pressed on, finally reaching the Tower shortly after midnight. Upon announcing myself and Sir Dominic we were granted entry and met by Sir Charles, Captain of the Guard. The Captain kindly arranged rooms for each of us and took charge of our prisoner, whom he recognised. It seems the wretch was actually a commander of sorts and led troops against this very stronghold in the siege of the Blue Lady. I cannot help but wonder what precisely the merchant was dealing in to be troubled by so powerful an enemy. The beast will trouble no other innocents though as I expect he will be executed without delay. I must say I am pleased to have denied some lucky bounty hunter such a valuable prize.

Before I was able to retire a cleric came knocking at my door, apparently Sir Dominic desired access to the library which requires the permission of someone of rank. Nobody else of rank was awake at this hour. The cleric accompanied me back to the library where Sir Dominic explained he needed a particular scroll for the last part of his quest. I was left with the vague impression that he was not being entirely open regarding his reasons but, I have faith in my brother Knight and conceded to vouch for him.

The long day finally over I returned to my chambers and much needed sleep.

The battle continues

15^th December 356 AC

As Sir Dominic's armour cooled from the cowardly bolt I charged the draconian wizard alongside the courageous Starsong. Sadly the contemptible creature disappeared from sight before our blades found their home in its flesh. Brother Ithariel recognised the fiend as an Aurak draconian, having faced the wretched magic users in combat before. Unsure of what magiks were in play this time Starsong & myself became motionless as the trees around us, though the cretin never betrayed itself with sound.

After some moments trepidation Brother Ithariel took to action & began shepherding the valiant defenders of the cart to our own wagon, wielding shield on main arm & off. Believing these three to be the object of the criminal's intentions I withdrew from the fight to add my own shield to his defence and we pursued a guarded retreat.

Not long after Nedlog (the Triumphant?) began yelling the most heinous taunts, the details of which do not bear recording, Lady Azshauna took on a strange look. Almost immediately she drew a rod from within her robes & unleashed a barrage of unholy fire on Brother Ithariel & myself, as well as Sir Dominic. Despite the discomfort, we struggled on to evacuate the civilians while the Holy Brother whispered Great Kiri-Jolith's blessing of aid.

A swift pebble flung from the sling of Nedlog brought the elf back to her senses & she attempted to ignite the woodland in flames, though the effects of the mind control would seem to have temporarily impaired her magic. The kender and Starsong were both struck with yet another bolt of lightning while the Lady Azshauna struggled with her spells, though this did not stop Nedlog (the evidently durable) bounding brightly into the undergrowth.

Brother Ithariel & myself continued the withdrawal as Sir Dominic & Starsong finally came within striking distance of the Aurak, though the beast stepped through another frustrating portal.

Without warning Brother Ithariel dropped one of his shields and swung with mace at the wife of the merchant. I managed to parry his attacks but I was unable to disable him, Lady Azshauna moved the innocents away as we contested.

Unable to ascertain the location of the enemy Sir Dominic took advantage of the moment to investigate the human accomplices, finding tattoos of the Red Dragon-armies upon each of them.

A circle of fire immediately surrounded Ithariel, Azshauna & myself, as well as the three under our protection, further compounding my suspicion that this was no simple act of brigandry. The dauntless Brother Ithariel bent his will to dispel the flames about us, but the toll of combat both physical & spiritual was beginning to show on his countenance. Fortunately this act of spell-casting served only to reveal our foe's location.

Sir Dominic mounted his steed for the charge, while Nedlog succeeded a hit with a poisoned dart of some kind. Unfortunately Sir Dominic lives by the rules of Knight & Paladin both and so reaching the apparently unarmed draconian he chose to dismount and fight the cretin bare-fisted. I encountered many such knights during the war, many locked into the old fashioned way of thinking and most of them now dead. I must explain to him at some stage that the finer points of chivalry do not apply when facing a superior foe, or magic-users (both of which applied in this case). Needless to say, despite my misgivings, the combat began to swing in favour of the Chosen Warrior. That is until our dear kender decided to lend her aid by inexplicably attacking Sir Dominic with a grapple, he all the while continuing to pursue the creature's surrender.

Meanwhile we had reached our own wagon and the noble Ithariel very nearly secured his demise dispelling another Aurak lightning bolt while I struggled to load one of our heavy crossbows. As I brought tension to the weapon Lady Azshauna peppered the enemy with arrows before I sent a bolt to its jaw. The reprobate did have time to swallow a potion of healing at this point but soon after Starsong's axe cut it very nearly in half and the beast yielded. We proceeded to bind, gag & blind the prisoner so that it could be brought to the High Clerist's justice while Nedlog kindly unleashed another barrage of taunts & jeers, sending the draconian into such a fit of rage that it could think of nothing but thrashing madly at its bonds.

With all our foes vanquished we prepared to continue our journey. The attackers we left to the wolves and crows, though Sir Dominic was careful to collect a breastplate as evidence of the nature of our enemy. The merchant's guards on the other hand deserved a decent burial, so we placed their bodies, along with the prisoner, on their cart and hitched to our own. Sir Dominic took up the duty of driving & protecting the train, while I rode ahead in case the Aurak had more men waiting ahead on the road. With the extra load our horses struggled to maintain good pace trailing the two wagons but we covered what distance we could, stopping an hour after nightfall. Watches set, we ate a swift meal & then retired.

The journey begins, circle the wagons

15^th December 356 AC

We have completed one third of our journey, having set Palanthas to our backs yesterday at dawn. To this point our first day and night had been uneventful.

This morning Brother Ithariel prepared a hearty meal to set us on our way.

Some distance along the road we heard screams in the trees to our flank. Not wanting to blunder needlessly, the more stealthy ladies of the party drifted noiselessly into the undergrowth. Before they had crept far they discovered a clearing in which sat a covered cart surrounded by seven or eight dead warriors. Atop the cart were two brave souls mounting a final defence against their five remaining foes. Starsong came back into our sight to signal the situation before melting back into the trees.

Sir Dominic seemed somewhat unsure of the procedure for a cavalry charge in a wooded situation and hesitated to act. Whether or not I had pledged my sword to his cause, I was unwilling to see innocents slaughtered while we debated the best course of action. Without a moment's hesitation I donned my helmet, kicked my steed into a charge and couched a lance, following the broad swathe through which the wagon had been dragged and silently saluting my enemy as I rode. Brother Ithariel was on my horses heels and, sensing action, Sir Dominic was not far behind.

Upon hearing the pounding of our horses' hooves and bearing witness to the foes who were to fall upon them, the cowardly attackers threw themselves behind the cart while two hidden crossbowmen sprang from the long grass. Sir Dominic and myself obtained trophies in the form of heavy crossbow bolts, but our charge continued uninterrupted. Sadly, as we neared our enemy they threw themselves to their comrades behind the cart causing me to discard my now target-less lance and draw my favoured broadsword.

On facing a superior, mounted foe the gutless cowards began to attack our horses, injuring my mount and bringing Brother Ithariel's down on top of him. Perhaps, though, I was the more cowardly in failing to match my enemy on foot? I shall meditate on this.

Eventually I was forced to dismount as I was unwilling to see my steed fall to a brigand's blade. Sir Dominic followed suit and we proceeded to vanquish the unworthy foe.

Unworthy they may have been, but they were not unprepared or under armed. Upon first glance the attackers appeared to be attired in woodsmen's garb, but when our steel failed to meet flesh it became apparent that the rogues had in fact disguised breastplate and pauldron, another black mark. No level of armour, however, could defend against the attack of Nedlog the kender (who up to this point had been flinging stones with a marksman's skill). Skipping gleefully into the melee brandishing a small vial she smashed the unknown substance on the ground, enveloping herself, the enemy and ourselves in a vile cloud of noxious properties. The most hardy among us began instantly to gag with nausea, but the constitution of the two remaining robbers failed as they wretched uncontrollably. Braving the pestilent fumes for a short time longer myself and Brother Ithariel 'subdued' the two enemies who still stood (albeit barely).

As this action played out Lady Azshauna was attacked at the edge of the clearing by a hidden draconian, who bit her ferociously and fouled her breath. With the fortune of the blessed, Starsong witnessed the attack and was able to bring her bow to bear, wounding the abomination. With a hiss the creature vanished into a dark portal of its own creation.

We were given a few moments respite while we attended our wounds. Sir Dominic inquired of the health of the wagon's defenders, finding a man and women nicked & bruised and defending a young girl. Our elven sorceress put us all on guard before he could inquire further as she explained that she recognised the portal used by the draconian. Apparently it is called a 'dimension door' and it only allows travel of a hundred yards or so. As we all scoured the edge of the tree line for signs of movement Sir Dominic was hit in the back by an unseen bolt of lightning...

Introductions, Invitations & Procrastinations

12^th December 356 AC

Having been allocated rooms at the establishment shared by Sir Dominic and his companions, I decided to take the evening meal as opportunity to make my introductions and deliver invitations to the unlikely group.

We are to arrive at the High Clerist's Tower one week hence and so we determined to occupy ourselves productively before undertaking the three day ride. Brother Ithariel engaged me in a theological discussion for most of the evening (though, as is often the case with members of his most Holy Order, the line between theology and tactics is severely blurred).

13^th December 356 AC

Lady Azshauna, who hails from Qualinost, evidently shares the understanding of etiquette for which her race is famed. She has taken the Plainswoman, Starsong to the Palanthians’ best dress-making emporiums to find attire more suited to the solemn occasion they have been invited to. Though since the outbreak of war it is more common to see females on the fighting lines, I suspect even my most honourable superiors would baulk at the sight of the warrior-woman as she currently stands; axe et al.

I have used the time to prepare Sir Dominic for what is to come, drawing upon my own experiences as an Initiate of the Sword. By the rise of the White Moon this night Sir Dominic's mind had ne'er been sharper and his armour had ne'er shone so bright.

A dead wizard's task, and a dream

30^th November 356 AC

Today morning prayers were interrupted by a most unexpected circumstance. As our Order bowed their heads to Kiri-Jolith & Great Paladine the body of a near lifeless wizard or the Red appeared amongst our number. The poor wretch was battered & bloody, with a crucial wound to his abdomen. Medicinal assistance was swiftly summoned and I was forced to maintain discipline among the ranks while the clerics tended his wounds.

One of the holy brothers advised me that the mage had asked for me by name and so I attended him, though I could tell by his pallor that he drew his final breaths. Grasping my hand in his he passed me a scroll, demanding that I deliver it to Sir Dominic. I knew of no knight by that name but who am I to deny any man his dying wish, even one of questionable morality? Upon my acquiescence regarding this this task the wizard's soul was taken up by Holy Lunitari, may it find peace on that Red Moon.

My superiors were most insistent on reading the parchment bestowed upon me, but my honour required delivery to Sir Dominic and no other. My devotion to honour over the chain of command earned my arrest and two days of imprisonment & interrogation. Once it had been established that I was not an acquaintance the mage neither evil, nor good, I was released; the scroll, however, was not returned to me.

11^th December 356 AC

Since my last entry I have discovered that the neutral sorcerer who met his end in the High Clerist's Tower nearly a fortnight ago was named Horstman. Little else have I been allowed to discover, though I have been informed that Sir Dominic has arrived in Palanthas. I am to request his presence & escort him to the Knight's High Council for promotion to the Order of the Sword and for questioning, I have also been given invitations for his travelling party. These include Brother Ithariel of Kiri-Jolith, Lady Azshauna Mage of the Order of Law, Starsong of the Plains people, and Nedlog; a kender.

In this time I have also experienced a dream of such prescience that I feel I must record its details.

I found myself wandering an unfamiliar forest when I came upon a glade in which slept an elderly man, he was awakened by my footsteps. The venerable gentleman engaged me in idle banter before enquiring why my career appeared to have stalled. “Was it because I was waiting for my father to die?” he asked, “Or because my purpose had not yet been revealed?”

As I stumbled for an answer to questions that had been weighing heavily on my mind, he moved back to general chatter. This continued for a time until the conversation ran its course, leaving a silence between us.

I was preparing to leave when the old man asked if I knew what a deacon was. I have never been a devotee of the various faiths but the Knighthood requires a certain level of theological virtue & understanding.

“A Deacon” I replied “is one who acts as a servant of the church, so the elders may do their work.”

He added “You should become a Deacon for Sir Dominic, for he will require great assistance in the future.”

I protested that I was in fact higher in rank than Sir Dominic, my brother knight only being an Initiate of the Sword, the old man replied,

“Be that as it may, do not seek to be the elder in this case, for the burden is heavy. Assist him, and your purpose will be complete.”

And with that I awoke.

I do not pretend to know the source of this dream, though at no point did I sense evil intentions. Do the gods not, on occasion, communicate their wishes to the mortal realm through dreams? And is Sir Dominic not a Chosen Warrior of Paladine? Who better then to devote my attentions to than one whom the highest of all the gods has marked for service.

I shall fulfil my obligations to the Knighthood by delivering Sir Dominic to the Council as ordered, and once I have done so I shall discuss with him the purpose laid before my & offer him my shield.