Myam 3 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar) – Part 2

In the end of course we came down out of the shattered remains of the rugmaker’s and joined the captives?  Resucees?  Hostages?  Potential sacrifices?  Whatever the group of traumatized people being driven along is.  What else were we going to do?  Try and fight two crossbows against a hundred warriors?  That only works in stories, and not even then most of the time – I’m not the brave last stand type.  There was only ever three possible outcomes, either the riot ends, I sneak out of town, or we come up against a group that’s too big to defeat.  For the tenth time I told myself that as soon as I get to any town where I’m going to be staying for long I need to learn my way around so I can get out quickly if I need to.  That’s a lesson I don’t ever seem to learn.  Although I present in my defense the fact that I generally don’t intend to stay anywhere long and usually getting out of town is pretty easy – pick a direct and keep going until you’re out.  Somehow things never seem to work out for me though.  But I struggle on like the great hero I am.

The men in orange and white asked for our weapons, which we turned over, except for mine of course safely hidden away, and then quickly groped us over to make sure we didn’t have anything hidden. With that we were one with the flock of lost lambs moving on to the next house.  The nondescript leaders of this unit folks had a map and lists and seemed to know where all the houses with people in them were.  Some of those people came running out of their shelters weeping tears of joy and greeting the men like saviors.  Some were wary and had to be coaxed out.  And a few decided they didn’t want to join up.  The first such group to decline was in a two-story building very similar to the one we had been in, and had the first floor blocked off.  The orange crew simply threw grappling hooks and yanked the building down.  It was shockingly easy.  A dozen men pulling on a few ropes and the building fell over like a drunken sailor.  At their command some of the civilians in the crowd rushed forward and started picking through the rubble to drag out the dazed and grimy survivors and pull them back to join the group. 

At first I couldn’t believe that anyone was stupid enough to try and stand up to this overwhelmingly superior force, but then I realized that anyone who had survived three days of a violent civil uprising by fighting off all comers probably was able to do that at least in part because of the kind of stubbornness that isn’t easy to turn off.  There aren’t many people like myself who are blessed both with hardnosed determination and pragmatic logic.  Truly my gifts are many and varied.  And yet here I am at the mercy of these unknown men just like everyone else.  That’s certainly some kind of lesson, I’ll let you know when I figure out what kind.  It was well after dark by the time we were tromped out of town so it was hard to tell how many people they had rounded up, but I would guess it was probably close to the same number of armed men doing the rounding – perhaps a hundred or so. 

Again because of the dark it was hard to tell the full scope or where we were being taken to, but it looked like a few farm buildings were at the center of the operation with dozens upon dozens of tens set up around it in somewhat orderly looking “blocks” – military style tents not your run of the mill traveler’s tent.  They had each area sectioned off with half-height pavises (is that the pural or is pavise pural?  Pavi?  Paven?) that while presenting not much of a real obstacle were helpful as a psychological tool to tell people where they were supposed to stay.  People are funny like that, if you do something as simple as just laying out a rope on the ground something like forty percent of folks will be reluctant to cross it.  It’s some mental thing ingrained in us I guess.  Well not me, but other people. We were directed towards one of these sections where a half dozen women were waiting to give us our tent assignments.  They weren’t soldiers like the ones who brought us here but I didn’t get the impression they were Berefordian’s drafted into service either.  Aska looked at me with her default expression – terror.

“What should we do?”

“Do whatever they tell you, they’re in charge now.”

The five of us were sent to separate tents, not sure if that was deliberate or just chance but if it was deliberate it’s a smart move, people are less likely to be truculent when they don’t have their fire-forged friends at their back.  The tent I ducked into contained two cots, a stool, and a wash basin which isn’t bad accommodations as far as tents go.  I was followed in by a tallish woman in a hooded cloak that had a large bloodstain on back of the hood, must not have been from her because I don’t think you can survive losing that much head blood.  She seemed to be wearing a gambeson and some kind of leather greaves but then she had a maid’s skirts on over that.  Which means that she put the skirts on after putting the armor on.  What kind of person would do that?  She was clutching a kingbolt like her life depended on it, I guess that didn’t qualify as a weapon even though it also had signs of blood on it.  I saw a drover beaten half to death with a kingbolt once, never could talk right after that.  I laid down on one of the cots and took a hit off my Flask while she hovered nervously.

“What do you suppose they’re going to do with us?”

“I don’t have a clue.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No I do not.”

She shifted the kingbolt to her other hand and stuck her right out at me “My name is Getva.”

I shook without getting up, her grip was full of nervous strength “Nice to meet you Getva.  Looks like we’re going to be bunking up for a while.  You don’t snore do you?”

She left her hand hanging there for a while before pulling it back slowly “Why are you so calm?”

“Oh, I used to be pretty high strung truth be told, but I’ve learned lately to take things as they come.  There comes a time in your life when you realize that you can’t control everything, or even much of anything it seems, so there’s no use in getting all riled up about things.  This all seems a little too draconic to be a straight out rescue but maybe it is.  But it’s pretty strange for rescuers to be so coy about who they are.  But you never know what people’s motivations are, they could be completely on the up and up and they’re just acting weird.  You never know.  Maybe everything will be fine.  Maybe they’re going to sell us into slavery.  Maybe they’re going to relocate us to Barden County.  Maybe they’re going to force us to dig a ditch and then tell us to get in the ditch and then massive swarms of spiders eat our faces off.  Maybe they’re going to give us each a chicken and a bag of gold and send us on our way.  Maybe we’re going to be sent to colonize the wild frontier.  Whatever’s going to happen we’ll find out soon enough.”

She looked around the tent as if expecting spiders to come flowing in “Do you want to pray with me?”

“To who?”

She looked at me like I was mad “To Adariel, who else would you pray to?”

I took another solid swig from the Flask “You’d be surprised.  No thanks, but you go ahead if you want it won’t bother me, toss in a good word for me will you?”

She gave me another incredulous look and then made Adariel’s sign before kneeling beside her cot and praying quietly.  Only a moment later she jumped up in surprise when the flap of the tent snapped open revealing two of the men in orange and white along with a elegant fellow with very feminine features wearing a black and gold parade uniform of some sort.  his wavy hair fell across his face like a veil when he didn’t push it out of the way.  He did it so often that I’m surprised he didn’t have a servant just to hold his hair back.  His voice was smooth and commanding despite his mildly absurd appearance.  It’s a trick of the true nobility, they can garner respect even when they look like peacocks.

“This is the one that said she was kin to the Juosts?”  One of the men holding the tent flap nodded and then he looked at me “Is that true?”

I winked at him “Is it true that I said it or is it true that am it?”

He frowned “What?”

“The Baroness and I are cousins, we grew up together in fact.  She used to pull my hair when I’d beat her at chess and sometimes I’d pull the legs off her dolly when her parents favored her over me but overall we got along like a house afire.”

“You don’t look like a Lady.”

“I’ve been in the shit for three days pal, trust me I clean up real nice.”

He tutted like an old woman “You don’t talk like a Lady either.”

“Please forgive me Mister whoever you are, it’s been a trying time.  Why just this morning I had to beat a man in the ear with his own shoe to get a crust of bread.  And it turned out to be rye bread.  Who’d want to eat that?  We both had a good laugh about it afterwards.  Or really only I did, but he would have laughed too if he was alive though, I’m sure of that.”

Fancy pants didn’t seem to know what to make of me.  “Do you have any proof?”

“I do, I have a letter from the Baroness herself instructing me to come to Beresford to speak with Lord Wesel, among other errands.  The Baron is off fighting the horrible barbarians of the hills you see so she had to send me, her poor female cousin ill-suited to such mannish work, out into the cruel world to keep the barony going.”

I produced the Baroness list from my Haversack and he examined it closely for much longer than you’d need to determine anything useful.  I think he was hoping that if he looked at it long enough it would somehow reveal itself to be false by magic.  He shook the paper at me like a lady waving a handkerchief at a departing lover.

“How can I know this is real?”

“I don’t know, how can you?  Several people have done magic on it, do you know magic?  Beyond that you either believe me or you don’t.  What else is there?”

“Stand up.”

I took another drink from my Flask “Why?”

“Stand up you insolent . . .” he visibly calmed himself “You need to go talk to the Barons.”

With a smile I stood up and curtsied politely “Well why didn’t you say so?  Let us be off!” I walked over and linked my arm with him “Which Barons are we going to see?”

He led me out of the tent and down the “alley” between the sections of the camp without answering as the two soldiers fell in step behind us.

“This is quite a set-up, how did you get this all in place so quickly?  For that matter how did you get her so quickly?  It almost seems like you were waiting for this to happen doesn’t it?”

He glanced at me, the moonlight reflecting off his eyes “You’d be well served to keep your questions to yourself . . . My Lady.”


Funds: 50,874 gold

XP: 554,101

Inventory:  Noble’s outfit, Artisan’s outfit, collegium ring, Deadly Kiss (dagger) Belt of Incredible Dexterity +2, Endless Efficient Quiver, sunrod (2) Handy Haversack, +4 Armored Coat, Sergeyevna Kostornaia’s Light Crossbow, dreamtime tea, Flask of Endless Sake, Hat of Effortless Style, Masterwork disguise kit, covenant ring, Everwake Amulet, Ring of Disguise, Boots of the Winter Jarl, Ring of Jumping, zerk (2), scour (2), Walking Stick (Rod of the Viper)  

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, Hellerhad the Wizard, Forsaken Kin, Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo, Jey Rora, Colonel Tarl Ciarán, Mayor Baras Haldmeer, Rindol the Sage 

Myam 3 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar) – Part 1

I had assumed that our guests were together but it turns out they were just strangers in the night.  The woman said her name was Chalon and that she and her friend – the one who didn’t make it – had been fleeing from the former horseman skulking outside who she said was Caqueles Atur.  They were servants in his employ and when his house was attacked by a mob they ran for their lives.  Apparently Mr. Atur interpreted this as them breaking their employment contract and trying to escape his household and further determined that this was a violation worth tracking them down and killing them.  While they were making their way through the chaos in the streets they had come across our other guest who said his name was Isger but was lying.  Chalon immediately fell into an exhausted sleep after telling her tale but Isger wasn’t so trusting.  He hovered by her sleeping form eyeballing me.

“So her I get, but why were you holding hands with the manservant while you were running?

His voice was quite deep for one of the smallfolk “He grabbed my hand when we started running, your people are like sometimes, it’s like you think we’re children.”

“I don’t think you’re a child.”

His voice was cool “No, I don’t get that sense from you.”

“How’d you get hooked up with these two?  What errand had you out and about on a night such as this?”

“Just coincidence, right place, wrong place, however you want to say it.”

“You got any weapons on you?”

“Maybe a dagger or two, nothing you need to worry about.  I mean if you don’t see it does it matter if it’s there?”

“That’s good, it’s dangerous out there, I could use some back-up if something happens.”

“Something already happened.”

“Too true.”

I could tell that he was going to try and stay up as long as I was awake but that’s a contest that he couldn’t win.  After a couple hours he sat down against the wall near Chalon and I could almost see the words in his mind “I’ll just close my eyes for a minute”.  He did that thing where you head dips and then you jerk awake for a moment but soon enough he was out like a light.  At some point I could hear Atur creeping around downstairs as well as a man in full plate can creep – not very – but there was no further activity from him after I heard him jangling away.  Not long afterwards I heard some awful ripping noises and looked out the window to see that some dogs were availing themselves of the dead horse down on the street.  I felt sick to my stomach not just because of the ravening but because I was the one responsible.  Is there any more proof you need of how disgusting people are than the fact that we send these animals into battle?

As the sun was starting to creep up I took some of the zerk and some of the scour and mixed it together and rubbed it into the inside of Aska’s cheeks, letting is dissolve and seep into her system.  I figured if that wasn’t going to wake her up nothing would.  Just when I figured it was nothing doing and was considering putting an end to things she bolted upright like one of them corpses the necromancers zap with electricity to get them going again.  The scream she let loose literally rattled the building – ear-splitting doesn’t begin to describe it.  The hounds outside still picking at the horses were scatted by the wail and needless to say everyone inside was woken up. After her breath ran out Aska collapsed onto her side with great wracking sobs.  Corune grabbed her crossbow and was looking around wildly.

“Good news, Aska woke up.”

Even though my knee was killing me I gave Aska the daily healing draught from the Flask which helped her immensely, not just with the crack on the head but also with coming down from the drugs I had introduced into her system.  Chalon and Isger were overjoyed when I demonstrated the true “endless” nature of my flask but they were less excited when I passed out the food.

“This is the last of it folks, do with it as you will.  You want to try and make it last a few days feel free, but there’s no more coming.  I’m curious what future plans anyone might have, are you content to stay up here for the foreseeable future or is anyone thinking about making a break for it?  I wasn’t expecting this to drag on the way it has and I’m starting to wonder if it’s time to get out of town.  The business I came here for doesn’t seem so important anymore.  Anyone know a good route out of here?”

Aska and Chalon looked alarmed at even the mention of leaving.  Isger looked like he was thinking about the idea but said nothing.  Corune is the only one who spoke up, saying that she was thinking about trying to hook up with the lawful authorities to help them quell the rioting.

“How exactly does that work for you?  What determines who the lawful authority is?  If the rebels win and take over do you enforce their laws with blind fanaticism then?  Seems awfully wishy-washy.  Or are the laws of men unimportant and you have some secret book of divine laws that you enforce on people without them knowing about it?”

“I know you don’t really care and you’re just baiting me again, but the lawful authority is whoever is appointed by the Sovereign and they themselves are bound by the laws of the Kingdom.”

“But you’re not even from here, isn’t your church international?  When Ulpine loses territory to us then the Kingdom’s laws swing into effect?  Might makes right?  That seems like the most unlawful thing possible.  You just take something and it’s yours?”

“Even wars have laws.”

“Enforced by who?  War is war, there’s no such thing a legal or illegal war.”

“There most certainly is, if you . . .”

Isger cleared his throat “I don’t mean to interrupt but how is this debate helpful?”

“First you clearly did mean to interrupt, second did you have a more useful activity for us because if so I’m all ears.”

“Well you just said that was the last of the food, shouldn’t we scrounge around for more?

I gestured to the window “Be my guest, I’m not going down there unless someone has a plan to leave the town completely which it doesn’t sound like anyone is interested in.  I’m going to conserve my energy for the six to ten bands of violent looters that are going to wander by and attack us today – plus the angry knight who’s after your friend.  Speaking of, there’s some horsemeat up for grabs down there if you know how to butcher a horse.”

He must not because he didn’t go down to check it out.  No one had much to say that morning, Aska and Chalon sat across from each other near the hole and stared at nothing and Isger paced around in circles in the middle of the room as Corune and I watched out the window.  The streets were quiet, quiet enough that I wondered if “it” was over, but I didn’t see any soldiers or guardsmen so I wasn’t sure.  Several hours after sunup we had our first visitors – it was the sporty blonde with short hair and a green tabard over chainmail and her goon squad.

“Good morning, nice to see you’re still alive and kicking in all this mess.”

“It’s not so bad when you know your way around and have a dozen armed men at your back.  I see you picked up a new friend.”

“I’ve been bringing in strays the entire time you were gone, I just can’t seem to help myself, I’ve got a kindly heart.”

“Must be getting crowded up there.”

“Absolutely, we’re sleeping three deep in the bed but in times of trouble we all have to look out for each other right?  I assume you’re here about Sperry, I have to come clean on that – when you visited the first time he had my friend at knifepoint and was instructing me to feed you bad information and send you off on a wild chase.  He’s dead now, his body should be down below unless some dogs or a sneaky cadaver-humper dragged it off.”

“Did you take anything off the body?”

“Yes, I took anything that seemed useful.  We already ate all the food.”

“I don’t care about food, I’m looking for coin.”

“He had a shitload of silver on him, which I thought was weird.  It weighed a fucking ton, I don’t know how he was lugging that around with a non-magic bag without getting a hernia.”

“Did you touch it?”

“I did, I’ve got it on me right now.  You want it it’s yours.”

“I do, but we need to take precautions.”

They tossed up a large sack which I dumped all the coins into, and then they sent up another canvas bag that I put the first sack into – each of which was tied shut with a coarse length of sturdy twine.  I lowered down the bag to one of Green’s thugs who was holding open another bag that looked big enough to put a person in, which was then folded over several times and wrapped in a tarp behind being placed in a small barrel which then had the whatever you call the top of a barrel carefully sealed.

“I have to say the care with which you’re handling that silver is damaging my calm.  You want to tell me what I’ve gotten myself into?”

“You want to tell me what happened to Lage?”

“I killed him.  He spotted Sperry when he was up there so I did what I had to do to save my friend.”

“Where is she?”

“Sperry killed her anyway.  So it was all pointless.”

“Let that be a lesson to you.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

She waved to her men that it was time to head out “Good luck to you and all your strays.”

“You’re not going to tell me what’s up with that money?  Would it make a difference to you if I told you that months ago I met a man who insisted in paying me only with silver coins?  He said ‘silver for silver’ like that was some huge revelation.  I assume he was just mad but now I wonder if that’s got any relevance to whatever is going on here.”

She gestured for her men to pause “Where was this?”

“No, you first.”

“The coins are debased, it’s part of a plot to weaken the economy of the Kingdom.”

“Right, and you’re so worried about touching it because counterfeit coins hurt you somehow?”

“Some of them have other properties as well.”

“That’s not terribly helpful.”

“I’m not feeling all that helpful since you killed one of my men.”

“The man I met was in the market at Graltontown, he looked like a traveling trader not one who was established there.  He talked in rhymes half the time, like I said he seemed insane.  He was skinny and had curly hair that was grey.  The skin around his eyes was strange, like maybe it had been burned but there’s no way you could get burns there and still have eyes.  His clothes looked like they were too big for him, or maybe were just ill fitting.”

“Did he tell you his name?”


“If that was months ago you would have noticed if you had touched one of the special coins by now.”

“What if one of Sperry’s coins is ‘special’?”

“I guess you’ll find out won’t you?”

With that she and her crew left.  That’s what I get for being helpful.  Great, now that’s one more thing for me to worry about – what the Hells did those coins do to me?  Why did I even bother for silver!  I made me think back to when I met that crazy rhyming trader and I was grubbing for every copper I could get my hands on.  So I’ve made some progress at least.  I don’t feel cursed.  No more cursed than usual anyway.  Isger was giving me a hard look after that exchange.

“What was all that about?”

“Just catching up with an old friend, nothing to worry about.”

Corune gave me a sideways glance as well but she didn’t say anything.  After that interlude a large part of the day passed without much activity – outside or in.  Isger finally stopped pacing and sat listless with Chalon.  What’s wrong with these people?  They just got here last night and they’re acting like they’re dead already.  I’ve been there for three days, fighting for my life mind you, and I’m full of vim and vigor.  Do I have to be the moral officer too?  Do I have to do everything? 

“Chalon do you know any stories?  The Shirefolk I’ve known have been pretty good with a tale.  As a matter of fact I rode out a situation much like this one in a boarding house with a group of your people and it was really pretty fun.  We gambled and talked and ate good food all night long.  This is a little different of course but we can share some stories at least can’t we?  Keep our spirits up, maintain a little optimism.”

Chalon looked like an animal caught in a trap – I don’t know if she’s usually this skittish or if this civil “issue” has really messed with her head but I could tell it was going to be hard work getting her to say much of anything.  Before I could embark on this campaign though Aska spoke up.

“I know a story.  Years ago there were three sisters and they were out working in the fields when they found a magic ring turning over dirt with a plow.  They started fighting over the ring because it was made of gold and they didn’t want to share it but as they did so in a flash of light an angel appeared.  It had been trapped in the ring by an evil wizard.  The angel told them to stop fighting and love one another and said that because they had rescued him that he would grant them each a wish.  The first sister spoke up and said that she wanted her other two sisters to be devoured by a lion.  So the second sister said that she wanted her sisters to be burned to death by dragonfire because a dragon is mightier than a lion.  And then the third sister said that she wanted her sisters to meet their death at the hands not of a mighty beast but by an ignominious one so she wished that her sisters would be nibbled to death by a goat.  The angel was disgusted that they wished death on one another but decided to answer all their wishes at once – he created the chimera and it killed them all.”

“That was a little more grisly than I was hoping for, but it’s a better theory on why those dumb beasts exist than I’ve heard before.  At least we’re talking right?  Let’s keep the ball rolling.”

Isger told the story of the Alligator and the Apple Farmer which is one I’ve heard many times but it was a good comedic telling of the old tale and I made sure to laugh when appropriate and encourage the others – I’m better at fake crying but I have an impeccable fake laugh as well.  I sung the story of the Priestess and the Deer Prince which had Corune scowling and Chalon blushing furiously but she was also laughing along with Aska and Isger.  It was mostly Isger and I trading back and forth but eventually Chalon piped with the tale of the Ghost and the Watermelon and Aska chimed in from time to time as well.  Isger told a story about the king of Vieland and his humorous foibles that legitimately had tears rolling down my face.  As I wiped them away I turned to Corune.

“Surely you have some moralistic parable that you could share with us.  I think we’re having too much fun now, your services as a wet blanket may be needed.”

She nodded out the window “Someone’s coming.”

Talk about a wet blanket.  It was starting to get dark but was not yet sunset when I looked out the window to see several dozen armed and armored men in orange and white livery with what I thought was a weird very stylized looking lion on their shields but then realized that it was the Old Imperial way of writing the number ten.  They had a hodgepodge of people trailing along behind them clutching at random possessions and looking bewildered.  I noticed that behind the civilians, herding them together, was another body of orange and white clad soldiers.  

“Ahoy there friends, I don’t recognize your crest, whom do you serve?”

One of the men, looking no different from the rest spoke on their behalf “This part of the city is being evacuated.  Get whatever you need that you can carry and come with us.”

“My name is Ela, I’m cousin to Baroness Juost, here on an assignment from her husband.  Who am I speaking to?”

“You need to come with us.”

“I think you meant to say ‘you need to come with us My Lady’ and I think you also meant to introduce yourself because otherwise that would be unspeakable rude.  Criminal in fact I think, my friend here can check on that she’s super into legal stuff.  I’d like to know where you’d be taking us and who you are.”

“Who I am?  Someone who doesn’t like to be questioned.  You’ll have your answers when you have them.  Get out here now.  I won’t ask again.”

I turned to Corune “Well law expert, what’s the legality of this?  Shall we file a petition or something?  A writ maybe?”


Funds: 50,874 gold

XP: 554,101

Inventory:  Noble’s outfit, Artisan’s outfit, collegium ring, Deadly Kiss (dagger) Belt of Incredible Dexterity +2, Endless Efficient Quiver, sunrod (2) Handy Haversack, +4 Armored Coat, Sergeyevna Kostornaia’s Light Crossbow, dreamtime tea, Flask of Endless Sake, Hat of Effortless Style, Masterwork disguise kit, covenant ring, Everwake Amulet, Ring of Disguise, Boots of the Winter Jarl, Ring of Jumping, zerk (2), scour (2), knotted rope, Walking Stick (Rod of the Viper)  

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, Hellerhad the Wizard, Forsaken Kin, Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo, Jey Rora, Colonel Tarl Ciarán, Mayor Baras Haldmeer, Rindol the Sage