I still can’t get over the whole “I have a home!” thing. We’ve furnished it modestly, and given it a name – The Compass Rose. I’m already calling her The Rose, telling people we’re under the sign of the Compass Rose… it has a great ring to it. Apparently I am also the de facto leader of our free company, which I think is incredibly exciting. Particularly since we seem to be running this on a basis of rational consensus rather than top-down dictatorship, which I’m all for. Being “leader” just means I make the best first impression, which is probably just how Galen and Finn like it.
I made sure to meet our neighbors, too – to the left is a grocer who makes wonderful pies for take-away, and has thus instantly won herself a very lucrative stream of income. There is really nothing more satisfying than a warm pie after a long day of work. To the right is a glassblower’s workshop, run by a married couple. Elven woman, Ana, human man, Steve, both extremely pleasant.
Cyrus Drylands is officially signed on with our company but is choosing to stay with his family at the Grey Lady. It’s only a stone’s throw away, seeing as the Rose is on the border of Carmine and Figaro, and I’m sure we’re too common for him anyway.
I finally got to the famous Cabinet of Curiosties today, and it was exactly as I’d imagined, except possibly better. I actually got to hold some of the books! And read them! The librarians back at school wouldn’t have let me get within five feet of them…
We learned more about the elder eidolons there, and apparently they’re quite rare – and made of igneous rock. I asked Galen if he knew where the nearest volcano is, and by his best estimation, it’s up in the Kingdom of the Ram. Whoever made that imported the rock at great expense, so I’d guess it would only be used for the most significant of sites. The obelisks are also an interesting geographic point- they’re found at crossroads and major settlements of the Mosquito Kingdom, and are black to the east of the river, white to the west. I’m going to make a point of marking any more we find (ok, having Galen mark any more we find) so we might be able to work out where the Kingdom’s roads were.
We went out into the city today to pick up provisions. Of course, a grocery run is never straightforward in a city as diverse as Treff.
On our way through Flux, we stopped to hear the town crier. Aside from a sale on beef for discerning palates, there were a few jobs announced. Two seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary – a call from the Order to deal with creatures most foul (from the crowd’s reaction, this is also known as “Tuesday”), and a reminder that the Sawgrass Rangers offer bounties on creatures of the swamp. The third was more interesting – a working-men’s society sought help from adventurers dealing with an attack on a lumber camp.
On our way through Port Willow, we ran into a wild elf woman with a fantastic hat and an even more fantastic string of profanity. She ran off pretty quickly, but she said to look for her at the Knight of Nails. Note to self, definitely have to make time to do that.
I picked up some grain and hops to hopefully get some brewing started in the Rose… the fermenter is more or less intact, but I’ll have to get some kettles and nudge Finn out of the kitchen long enough to get the wort going.
We’re taking the job with the Working-Men’s Society, and we’re leaving first thing in the morning.
As a note, we passed through the Quiver on our way there to check the jobs board. I rather like the Quiver, and I’m a little envious that Owain, Maman, and the others got to set up in South Fen. Apparently this is where the interesting jobs end up too.
A druidic group needs help with something that requires a cleric, and since it also included “respect for nature” in the posting, I’m assuming it’s dealing with undead. No matter, they fry as well as the living.
The lizardfolk temple is seeking adventurers for a discreet mission. Might be good for us, we’ll follow up on that I guess.
Also, a doctor from St. Clarion’s, Magnus ‘Polysyllabic’ Schnabel, is looking for INTELLIGENT adventurers to help with a botanical expedition. I’m tempted to follow up on this one just because he sounds hilarious.
We also ran into another free company, at least one very hung-over member of another free company. Makan, of the Four Corners Free Company, started speaking to me in one of the Orange Pip dialects. I never really learned them, considering if I’ve ever been there, it was before I was able to make solid memories. I’m sure we’ll be running into them again, if he’s a representation they seem like a friendly lot.
I also asked Kaleena to let Owain know to answer his goddamn mail. I like her a lot too. Not every day a gnoll makes you feel underdressed.
Ugh, my neck hurts. I checked it the best I could in my mirror, and it looks like the stripes that assassin vine left me with are healing well enough, but you don’t get over being choked quickly.
Poor bastards made their lumber camp near a hag’s den, and although the hag herself didn’t take much to scare off, she had some very powerful friends. The troll wasn’t too difficult, but her front line – what had been taking the lumberjacks – was incredibly well strategized. She’d rallied three vine horrors to her service, and in swamps, they hide so well that Finn could barely find them. They’re nasty things, fight to the death, resist piercing and slashing, and can animate nearby vines into assassin vines. Everyone but Finn took heavy damage – Galen was swarmed by the horrors, Cyrus was flanked by them and took heavy damage, and I, well, I mentioned the assassin vine already. I’m glad I had that dagger. Why would you leave home without at least three daggers? Oh right, Owain still has one of mine. I should replace that one.
We got paid pretty well for the job. Too well, really. The hag had been preying on caravans for a while, so we got a significant amount of treasure from her lair – including a very useful bottle of air. I donated a good quarter of my pay back to the survivor’s fund at the working man’s group. That kind of fund paid for half my tuition at the Academy, I feel like I should pay it forward.
Cyrus also just about lost it when the vine horrors wrecked his shield, but I mended it quickly enough. Yeah, he has a good bit of pride to “Die For”, but he’s not half bad. Smart, brave, halfway charismatic when he’s not putting his foot in his mouth about the whole “common” thing. I’m going to ask him to go make contact with Owain’s company, I’d like to know more about what happened with that carnelian box. For that matter, I’m not sure if they know I’m dead or alive.
As for Cyrus, maybe I’ll have to make my own coat of arms, just to taunt him. Bronze dragon in a stein. Family motto, “In Beer, Truth”.
(Decipher Script DC 15: That inkstain over there next to Cyrus’ name looks way too even to be anything but intentional. Probably covering something embarrassing.)