Moreavan 16 Year 887 (New Imperial Calendar)

I took up residence in my old (by which I mean I had stayed there three nights a few weeks ago) quarters.  For reasons unknown Martialla seemed to think she would be sharing the bed with me!  I disabused her of that notion quickly and she was rather put out.  The nerve of some people.  She’s lucky she isn’t sleeping on the attic floor with the scullery maids she is and she’s going to give me guff about having the whole bed to myself even after I gave her some blankets and pillows to fashion herself a little makeshift bed in the corner?  I tell you, some people have no sense of gratitude.

In the morning I was wondering if I would be called back to the customary womanly routine of the manor but instead I was summed into the presence of the Baroness – I suppose in times of war even the very important duties of the housewife must be suspended.  Martialla and I barely had time to make ourselves presentable – although it’s pretty easy to cheat with magic these days.  Unlike yesterday the Baroness was perfectly composed and had abandoned her mourning gown for a very regal looking blue and silver number that was quite fetching on her.  She had at her side two men I hadn’t seen before – advisors of some sort one assumes. They had the supercilious and wormy look of advisors about them anyway. I offered up a textbook courtesy and Martialla followed suit, less gracefully though of course

“My Lady, I wish to apologize for yesterday, I . . .”

“No need for apologies cousin, consider it forgotten, we’re all family here after all, no earthly need to harbor grudges.  However, in all the excitement you forgot to introduce your companion.”

“Of course My Lady, how silly of me.  This is my lady in waiting Adrina.”

The Baroness’s eyebrow went up a fraction “You have a lady in waiting now?”

“Undoubtedly My Lady, it wouldn’t be proper for me to be wandering about unattended.  Adrina is most helpful Baroness, most helpful indeed.”

“Yes, I’m sure.  And she comes from only the finest of families?”

“Absolutely My Lady, unquestionably.  Now, if I may be so bold, what is the reason for your summons on this fine morning the Gods have granted us?”

She took a moment before replying “These are troubling times cousin.  The King’s death, although he has an heir, leaves the Kingdom in a certain amount of turmoil.  And there are always those who look to take advantage of turmoil for their own selfish ends.  With the Baron and most of the fighting men away we’re in a very vulnerable position here at the moment, and we need to make sure that there’s going to be no underhandedness under the Juost banner.  You have proven yourself to be most resourceful.  This is highly unusual of course but I need to send you on a mission.”

“Thank you My Lady, I wish only to serve.  What matters would you see me attending to?”

“We need to reaffirm the loyalty of our vassal lords and remind them of their commitment to the Juost family and to the Kingdom.  I would like for you to visit them and stand witness as they restate their oaths of loyalty.”

I eyed the two as of yet silent advisors “My Lady, will you grant me leave to speak freely?”

A look of suppressed anger crossed her face “It seems you do little else but speak freely cousin.” She nodded slightly.

“If I may your Ladyship, oaths are easily sworn, words are wind as some have said.  If you have concerns about some of your local lords and where their loyalties lie I would say just remove them and replace them with someone you know you can trust.  Why take the risk?”

“Surely cousin, you misspeak.  The oath of someone of noble blood is as good as gold, better in fact for its value never wavers, our word is bond – unlike those of common stock who, as you say, may speak to mislead.  That being said, I know you be a shrewd judge of character in addition to your other talents – I would value your input on any who might take their oath a little less seriously then someone of good breeding should.  In your opinion.”

“Of course My Lady.”

One of the advisors scuttled forwards with a parchment list that he handed to Martialla before dashing back into position by the Baroness as if he was afraid someone else would slide into that spot if he was out of it for too long.  Which is probably a valid concern.

“In addition I have three other tasks for you as well.  There is a social engagement in Cathars that you must attend on behalf of the Baron and myself since we are otherwise occupied, the details are spelled out on the sheet as well.  Secondly, there is a town called Bencaser on the road to Cathars that is suffering from a sickness.”

“I’m not healer My Lady, I don’t know . . .”

“Don’t interrupt me cousin.  The sickness I believe is not the result of a natural phenomenon but is the result of some variety of meddling.  Being something of a meddler yourself I am confident that you will be able to solve that problem.  And lastly, and this will be a challenge I know, the Deepmare pass must be closed.  There are disturbing rumors that with the King’s death and the war dragging on that the Santader exiles across the mountains may be planning on declaring themselves in rebellion against the Kingdom and we need to ensure that there is no method of their troops to come through into our territory should that come to pass.”

“Closing a mountain pass isn’t really the kind of thing . . .”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out cousin.  You always do.  I’m asking a lot of you, I know that, but these are trying times and we must all do our best.  Now please excuse me, matters of state you know.”

As Martialla and I walked out of the great hall she turned to me.

“Is this a punishment of some kind for the flap yesterday?”

“I don’t think so, not entirely anyway, I think I’m just a useful but expendable resource.”

“I chose quite a time to hitch my horse to your wagon didn’t I?”

“Isn’t it the other way around?  Aren’t I the horse in this analogy?”

I thought I spied Quinna as we walked through the corridors of the manor house but whoever it was disappeared before I could be sure.  If it was him he didn’t want to talk to me for some reason.  Again, no gratitude.  Shortly thereafter we met the rest of the team. Our two coachmen – Tudos and his apprentice Altos – my chaperone Hardra, and our sole protector Otacvio.  Tudos was missing two fingers on his left hand which was also badly scarred, but otherwise seemed a likely enough fellow.  Atlos was a scrappy looking young fellow who seemed full of energy.  Hardra seemed like a mummer’s stereotype of what a stern chaperone would be – big and blocky and with a perpetual frown.  Otacvio had an inconsistently girlish face compared to his strong frame that wasn’t made any less so by his long feathery blonde hair.  I stood next to him as the coach as being loaded.

“How’d you get stuck with this detail?  Shouldn’t you be fighting with the Baron?”

“I drink too much.”

“Too much for what?”

“To be reliable.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“Well basically it means that if read hard bastards try to get you I probably won’t be able to stop them.”

“What if it’s just normal bastards trying to get me?”

“Then I’ll kill them.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m a pretty good fighter even when I’m drunk – which is most of the time – so yeah, if they’re not hard bastards I’ll probably kill them.”

“Are you drunk right now?”

He held out his hand as if trying to judge out steady it was “Pretty much.”



Funds: 995 platinum

XP: 162,028

Inventory: Noble’s Traveling Outfit, Animated Riding Coat,  Animal Totem Tattoo (Lion), Dagger of Venom, Bracers of Armor +2, Ring of Protection +2, Light Crossbow, Fake Signet Ring,  False Papers, Bag of Concealment,  Belt of Giant Strength +4, Vest of Resistance +1, Ring of Sustenance, Gem of Brightness, Potion of Invisibility, Silver Chain set with Moonstones, Gold and Emerald Ring (2), Glove of Vampiric Touch, Platinum and Silver Holy Symbol of Kralten, Holy Symbol of Kozilek, Ruby (2), Black Marketers’ Bag, 879 Garnets, crystal necklace

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, Lumber Consortium of Three Rivers

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