Montumazin 22, Year 887 (New Imperial Calendar)

I was woken up from a very confusing dream about insurance fraud by some of Marsh’s men.  The priest Damrow was gone.  Someone had slipped into the camp, past the guards, killed the two men watching him and slipped out again – all without anyone the wiser.  Marsh wanted to go after them, but I was able to talk him down – I should have just let him go in the first place, and whoever rescued him is clearly not going to be easy to find stumbling around in the dark, given that they got in and out without anyone noticing anything.  He wasn’t happy but he accepted it.  I looked at the fallen forms of the two soldiers.

“Forgotten and downtrodden my ass.”

I tried to get back to sleep but shortly afterwards a terrific storm broke out – pounding rain and gusts of wind like you wouldn’t believe.  Anyone who could sleep through that has to wonder if they’re alive.  Everyone was pretty miserable as we set out but we dried out pretty quickly and soon enough it was just another day.  People started trading stories about the ruined forts where the Needle splits off from the Compass River.  They were sacked years ago but it was a fun diversion listening to people’s tales of rampaging ogres and ghosts and ancient curses.  When people are swapping stories they never talk about anything good, it’s always tales of blood and horror and awfulness.  No surprises there really.

Traveling along the Needle we often crossed small streams and creeks that occasionally form little ponds.  Today was no different – what was different is a pond we saw was frozen solid despite the warmth of the day.  As people gathered to gawk it became apparent that there was a humanoid figure trapped in the ice.

“Well there’s something you don’t see every day.”

I asked if Haya could alchemy a way to melt the ice, which of course he couldn’t – so we built a bonfire on the ice and started melting it that way.  Magic zero, non-magic one.  Although things got tricky once there was a lot of melted water in the mix, plus it started to re-freeze.  In the end we (and by we I mean rough hands types not me) attacked it with picks and shovels once the fire was too hard to keep going.  And in the end Haya wasn’t totally useless, having mixed up some kind of salt concoction for the final stages of extracting the form. 

Turned out to be a woman, looked to be wearing the dark garb of a northman, er, northwoman.  She looked like a half-orc as well but her skin was bluish rather than green.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  She was almost comely for a half-orc.  Almost.  Some people were quite startled when her eyes opened, but I was more or less expecting that very thing to happen.  You pull a broad out of magic ice you’re going to be disappointed if she doesn’t wake up right?

He accent was atrocious but I was able to gather that she had been in some kind of fight and got knocked into the water – which was flash frozen by the magic of her Frosthammer.  She asked me what year it was and when I told here was surprisingly nonplussed by the notion that she had been encased in ice for five years.  When I mentioned as much she shrugged.

“Things weren’t really going my way five years ago, this is a chance to start anew.”

I’d always imagined half-orcs as growing up with their human parent but she said that she was with an orc tribe as a child – until they were killed by Frost Giants and she was taken as a slave.  Once she was older she was able to escape but found that human society doesn’t really care for her kind so much and she’s been wandering father south ever since.

“Well the good news is that since you’ve been gone those kind of prejudices have gone out of style.”


“No, not really.  But at least no one here cares.  These folks were all slaves until I saved them.”

She cast a dubious eye down at me, and I’m no short woman “You did?”

“Absolutely.  I’m tougher than I look.”

“You’d almost have to be.”

Since it took us a couple hours to free our new friend Prudence Hammersmark, so I decided to call a stop for the day.  She was quite the celebrity around the camp – the lady pulled from the icy pond – and she seemed a bit overwhelmed by the attention. 


Funds: 39,858 gold

XP: 80,428

Inventory: Ring of Many Garments, Bag of Tricks (tan), Cap of Disguise, Secure Pocket, Resplendent Diplomat’s Palette, Secure Paypack, Skeleton Key, Brooch of Shielding, Pouch of Magic Stones, Masterful Grey Gloves, Black Marketers’ Bag, Biting Bracelet (Endless Ammunition), Boots of Escape, Bracers of the Glib Entertainer, Ring of Animal Friendship, +2 Commanding Light Crossbow, Headband of Alluring Charisma +2, Handy Haversack, Animal Totem Tattoo (Lion)

Signet ring, noble’s outfit, candlerod (9), masterwork dagger, succubi carving, Domiel family ring, walking stick, masterwork playing cards, spinel and peridot holy symbol of Kralten, antitoxin (9),  smelling salts (3), sunrods (3), thieves’ tools, tindertwigs (6), various and sundry inebriants and intoxicants

Silver ring, gold bracelet, gold and pearl pendant, gold ring, platinum necklace (2), mithril hair clasps (3)

Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum, watchman Gridley, White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler , Alice Kinsey , “Patch”, Heroes of the Lost Sword, Claire Conrad, Erist priest of Strider, Riselda owner of the Sage Mirror, Eedraxis,  Skin-Taker tribe, Kartak, Królewna & Bonifacja Trading Company, Hurmont Family, Androni Titus, Greasy dreadlocks woman, Lodestone Security, Kellgale Nickoslander, Beltian Kruin the Splithog Pauper, The King of Spiders, Auraluna Domiel, mother Hurk, Mazzmus Parmalee,  Helgan van Tankerstrum, Lightdancer, Bonder Greysmith, Pegwhistle Proudfoot, Lumbfoot Sheepskin

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