On board ship…

Hella huddled in the corner of the aft deck, her stomach rolling and her head aching.  Even though it was hot enough to fry eggs on the ship’s deck she had her only blanket wrapped around her shoulders and over her head.  The heat was bearable, the sight the the endless sea was not.

“Oh Moradin help me,” she muttered.  How did I get here?  Nothing had ever frightened the dwarf like the sight of the endless blue sea.  It looked so quiet and peaceful but Hella knew it was not, in the blink of an eye it could turn ugly and swallow up things and people without any qualms.  It’s pitching and rolling was a hundred times worse than riding the smoothest pony but worse that that, Hella was convinced that it was truly bottomless; a pit opening directly to hell.

“No!” She told herself, don’t go there!  Think of something else!  Now! She commanded of her wayward brain.  The mission, think of the mission.  And your companions, you can think of them she told herself.  Although she was not sure if traveling with elves was really something to look forward to.

Instead her brain wandered back to her last conversation with Gwenidan.  Conversation?  Not really she thought, more like a kick in the head.  For the hundredth time Hella wondered if Gwenidan had spoken the truth or if she just wanted Hella gone.  Why, all of the sudden, did joining the Maidens of the Ax require an initiation?  To Hella’s memory no such requirements had ever been spoken of before.  Never had anyone heard that in order to join the clan of the female warriors one had to go out into the word of elves and men and what ever else stalked the land and prove one’s self.  So why had Gwenidan, as the new head of the clan, required that Hella and the other three new supplicants had to leave the mountains.  What could possibly be learned out here?

The ship rolled again and Hella leaned over and executed several dry heaves.  She had run out of anything to throw up long ago.  And that thought in turn reminded her why she wanted to join the maidens in the first place and why she found herself on this retched excuse for a means of travel.  Grimwalden.  That was his name and the grim part of it described it all.  Hella was not sure if the shudder that wracked her body was because of the sea-sickness or because of her memory of the day her father decided that she should marry that beardless, brainless, half a dwarf!

“Land Ho!”  Came a shout from somewhere above the dwarf.

“Oh thank you,Moradin for answering my prayers.”  Hella said out loud. She hauled herself up and half folded, half wadded the blanket and stuffed it into her worn pack.  Let’s do this thing she thought, Grimwalden be damned, Gwenidan be damned, Father be damned, elves and their half measures be damned!  I am going to make the most of this!

Making port soon

Seems the powers that be want to get their fresh meat off there hands as soon as possible. I have been ordered to divert to the near side of the Island and drop them off at Newsandport. Good luck to them there! Nasty sullen folk barely gave me my due as a ships captain!

Still maybe I’d be as embittered if I had lost my home to the Lizard folk. Perhaps that’s the idea. I think my first mate said that the folks of Sandport – sorry make that New Sandport, (he, he) offer a bounty on tails from Lizard men to anyone that shows up with a fresh one! Hardly professional bounty but might get these new hunters bloodied, I don’t know. Can’t say that I care neither.

Excerpt from the Captain of the ship “Idlewind”

Dear god! The things I have seen in my time! Normally I don’t mind the charters from the Guild of Hunters but this lot. Oh dear oh dear… I don’t know weather to spit, laugh or cry!

I guess everybody needs to start some place. But this is the first time in my long years as a sea captain that I have seen such a bunch of raw recruits. I mean half of them don’t know each other beyond there guild names, half seem excited to be on the first commission the other half dreading it.

Looking at their leaders relaxing drinking MY rum on the fore deck I think I figured it out. The Bounty hunters are a hard lot; almost as hard as the sea, this is a sink or swim venture for them. Some of the new folks will die but those that don’t and actually manage to bring to justice a few of the names on that Bounty list will be worth the Guilds time and money in training further.

A harsh system but I see the logic in it even if there is small compassion.

But compassion in there line of work would be almost unknown I suppose. I wish them well this motley crew but I do not envy them. I shall stay with the sea.

The Beginning

This section is where we can put any ongoing entries of the campaigns storyline. The Journal of your group as it were. Some  we be from me others (I hope) will be from you guys when you have a spare moment where you can detail your characters thoughts and perhaps relive experiences from your point of view. It will all add to the atmosphere of the game so get involved as soon as you like!

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