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Oliver's Note: Isaac penned today's chronicle, I think the change of pace is refreshing, and he gives props where props is due. :)
2 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Delcouth Keep
The battle is over. We checked the area for remaining crows, I don’t feel they deserve to be called ravens. We found a secret door leading into a second basement. It was apparent by the busted doors that someone had preceded us. The worm’s nest was down here, Ryvvik and I broke it up and searched for eggs and the like. Galen and Darcius searched the room for any remaining treasury. Ryvvik and I round some loot in the nest. Darcius and I skinned the worm, hoping to use its rubbery skin as bracers or a shield. Minn reminded us of her deal with Prince Marinnn. We started collecting rubbish that might be worth something to his Highness. The library was researched, pardon the pun, and Cedric began to catalogue what we found. After Cedric finished that, we thoroughly ransacked the rest of the keep.
Minn: Unfortunately the treasury had been looted, and so my main reason for coming along was nothing but a dissapointment… Though the library was interesting, most of it was of no use to me…
Ryvvik and Darcius stayed behind, I guess Ryvvik wanted to do some extra reading. Ransacking the keep was tedious. The best thing I found was a brass chamber pot, good for me. We really didn’t need to ransack the keep, I think we’ve been played as fools by Ryvvik, hindsight is crystal clear they say. In useless frustration, I smashed a night table into the last intact door in the keep. It didn’t help, it never does.
Upon returning, Ryvvik and Darcius were looking rather smug. They’re hiding something, probably some swag they don’t want to reveal. After that we left this forsaken keep for the last time. That night, Cedric showed some concern involving my history with the Slayer and relating our report to Prince Marinn, he’s being overly cautious as usual, must be the whole ‘common sense’ aspect of his religion’s teachings. That’s all right I guess, I’ll stick to what makes sense to me though. The plan is, Darcius and I will ride into Errantkeep tomorrow to deliver a preliminary report to his Highness and get a wagon for the assembled treasure. The assembled treasure includes mostly baubles, the main interest will be Delbin’s library.
Minn: They were smug because they thought they were the only ones to know about the sliding bookcase that lead to Delbin's secret room. I had found it when we searched the room earlier but didn't see the need to bring it up right away. It was much more satisfying to see how this parties politics worked first.
3 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Errantkeep
The ride to Errantkeep was uneventful. Upon arriving in the city, Darcius and I visited a tanner to cure this worm skin we have. That will take a while to finish but I don’t think the numbskulls in Munevar would be able to take on this kind of specialty job. After visiting the tanner in Errantkeep, he probably won’t be able to handle it either. At least the skin won’t rot. If it does, I’ll cure the tanner’s hide with my cudgel. We arrived at the keep too late to audience with his Highness. At least we have beds tonight, I hope Galen sleeps on a pointy rock. Some times I make myself smile.
4 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Errantkeep
How does Oliver possibly but up with all this pen-scratching? I’m driving myself to distracting trying to keep up with the events!
I reported the occurrences in Delcouth and Delcouth’s Keep to Prince Marinnn to the best of my ability. I also told his Highness about my own connection to the fall of Delcouth, he seemed interested but like holding a shiny coin in front of a child his thoughts quickly turned to the pillaging of loot from Delbin’s Keep. I was forthright, knowing that calm, rational reporting is the ticket to rising the ranks in the books of any Prince. We procured a wagon to bring said loot to his Highness and returned to Delcouth. The ride back was just as long, but driving a wagon is a bit more comfortable than riding a horse.
Ah, the luxuries of delegation.
5 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Errantkeep
We packed up the loot, loaded it onto the wagon, and left for Errantkeep....again. I’m sure there were people having secret conversations that didn’t include me, but I’m just noting these for posterity's sake, not that it makes a difference to me.
On the way back to Errantkeep, Ryvvik came clean about why he and Darcius were so smug in the library. He did this seemingly out of spite for Galen and Oliver’s secrecy with respect to more loot in the library they found and hid. I don’t see why all these covert conversations take place anyhow, I find out one way or another. Fools.
Other that that, the ride back to Errantkeep was not surprisingly uneventful. I’m getting sick this stretch of road. Once again we arrived too late to audience with his Highness.
Too bad Galen doesn’t get to sleep on rocks tonight.
Minn: While Isaac's desire didn't come true Galen will be disapointed this evening. This will be the last this group hears from me. I take my leave tonight, and though this distraction was unproductive it wasn't wholy undesireable. Perhaps in the distant future our roads may cross again, but only if my own demons don't catch me first. Fare thee well Galen
6 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Errantkeep
The meeting with Prince Marinnn was to the point. His Highness kept the library and left us with the baubles. Ryvvik has something to discuss with the Prince so we left and got ready to return to Munevar. We then left Errantkeep for Munevar. Once again the trip was uneventful. I really have grown to dislike that stretch of road between Errantkeep and Delcouth. I’m not sure why.
7 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Cherrin and Munevar
We arrived in Prince Herrell’s newly acquired city of Cherrin. It turns out that he’s already taken control of the land. The deal between the two Princes was as follows: if Galen succeeds the city is yours; if Galen dies, the city is your compensation. I think I was wrong before about Marinnn, he’s more devious than I gave him credit.
8 Ready'Reat, 580 CY, Munevar
We’re back in Munevar and I return to my duties of clubbing drunken peasants and picking off wolves that wander too close to the fields. I only wish there were more wolves though.
