Nuriel’s Journal, 2nd Entry: “But I digress…”
Praise Bahamut! One of the interns was kind enough to give me some parchment from Douven Stahl’s supply closets. It seems that Stahl has purchased far more paper than he and all of his interns could possibly use in five years. The scribe offered me twenty pages of parchment, insisting that the historian was just going to purchase more. I only had need for these two sheets, and so that was all I afforded to take. But I digress…back to the fascinating events of the evening.
While enjoying an evening supper (ironically, noble Cordivae continued to have breakfast) Dauven Stahl told us, in great detail, of the history of the Barony of Harkenwold. It seems that his studies have uncovered some documents involving some kind of fortress (called a Toll Fort) near the White River. I’ve never seen a white river before. I’ll bet it’s fascinating!
In any case, he told us of an old legend, a mythological “bandit king;” a fictionalized villain whose name parents would invoke to terrorize their children into staying out of trouble, doing their chores, eating their vegetables, or whatever other task that their whims required at the moment. I would point out that at times, being spontaneously spawned has distinct advantages, in that I was able to completely avoid this confusing and ridiculous behavioral manipulation. Furthermore, I have to wonder why more children have not challenged this so-called king to actually follow through on their parents’ threats. Given the choice between (for example) cleaning the mud out of my chainmail and doing battle with a bandit king, I believe I’d prefer fisticuffs. I digress again. Apologies…
It seems that this local fearmonger was actually based upon a real historical figure, at least according to the knowledgeable and verbose Dauven Stahl. He has uncovered some nugget that hints this “bandit king” was in fact some kind of nobleman, rumored to have built a vast amount of wealth and prosperity to the people under his charge. To my thinking, any man, regardless of station or birth, who leads people into wealth and prosperity certainly deserves a better title than “the Bandit King.” I would have expected he be called “the prosperity man,” or “lord of the coins“ or perhaps even “baron of entrepreneurs.” Alas, I have digressed again.
For whatever reason, this man’s fortune turned upside-down quickly, as his name was stricken from the history books and all that remains is the aforementioned (and somewhat humiliating) legend. It seems that Dauven Stahl believes the main base of this “Bandit King” may have in fact been the remains of an old Fortress near the present day town of Harken. Men within this fortress once stretched a chain across the river and charged river traffic a toll to proceed. Today, it lies in ruin. Dauven Stahl’s tale, a digression in my view, eventually reached this very important climactic point: Keller, the esteemed elder of the village of Harken, has called Dauven Stahl for help in dealing with present day Bandits, who seem to be operating out of this very same ruined fort. Dauven has requested that we uncover and return anything of historical significance; Keller, justifiably, is seeking aid for the people under his charge. Needless to say, such a request stirred deep emotions within me, and I feel strongly compelled to travel to the aid of these people. However, before we leave, Dauven Stahl requested some minor tasks from each of us.
Galanthal and Gloria were to travel to the local provisioners and purchase a number of items. Kepp was to deliver a letter to Amros Camroth, the wealthiest and meanest spirited man in town.
Galanthal was to visit Grundelmar, the high priest of Pelor.
I was to visit Nimozarin the Green at the Septarch’s tower. Before that, I decided to accompany Cordivae to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone or himself while I was at it.
And so, the following day, our fellowship split up to handle our various tasks. From what I can tell, the visit to the provisioners went basically according to plan: Gloria returned to Stahl’s estate with some extra rope and even more parchment.
Galanthal visited Grundelmar and arranged for several wayward children to enjoy a banquet of food at a local farmer’s home (what a benevolent soul he is!). Kepp apparently did deliver the letter after two attempts (he told me in passing of his experiences with the guards at the Camroth estate. Evidently the hired help is as rude as Camroth himself). I deposited Cordivae at another local brewpub, the Blue Moon Tavern. It was there that we met Kemara Brownbottle, yet another Halfling (they are all over Fallcrest). This fascinating individual actually crafts all different kinds of breakfasts for all different types of palates.
I left Cordivae to his sampling and visited the Septarch’s tower where I met Tobolar Quickfoot, still another Halfling who introduced himself as the Mage of the Septarch’s tower. Evidently, this esteemed position entails lofty duties such as straightening paperwork, dusting ancient shelves and tomes, and tending to the garden. Tobolar was somewhat upset that I had come to see the Septarch and not him, despite that I don’t know the first thing about dusting or gardening.
The Septarch was most fascinated with my personal history, brief as it was, and in particular with some of my equipment and possessions. He was intrigued with how battleworn some of my items were. I had noticed some wear and tear, but really hadn’t considered it abnormal; after all, I had fallen a fair distance. Nimozarin read much more deeply into this, and felt that my possessions told a deeper story. I am to report back to him from time to time to discuss various developments with him.
During my meeting with the Septarch, Galanthal stopped by, either to learn the secrets of Tobolar’s “barking spider” spell, or to accompany me with my visit. Perhaps both…What a friend! Galanthal also revealed to me a very important fact; “Breakfast” is not the curious healing potion that Cordivae contends it to be, but rather, it is a hearty meal in the morning which provides the body with energy it needs to work throughout the day. One day, I will have to point this mistake out to Cordivae. Surely it’s the translation from Dwarven that caused this simple rhetorical misunderstanding.
So much happened on this exciting day, I probably forgot important details. I could barely stand to rest, so I cleaned my tabard, got the last of yesterday’s mud out of my chainmail, and rested for tomorrow morning, when we would leave Fallcrest for the town of Harken. Be forewarned, evildoers of Harken! Justice is leaving Fallcrest and coming your direction, starting tomorrow!