Date unknown – Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar)

I assume it’s still eight eighty-eight, I don’t know how long I’ve been down here but I don’t think it’s been six months.  Pretty sure.  Also I say down here but I don’t really know that I’m “down” anywhere, it’s probably more likely that I’m “up” in a tower or something.  I didn’t really get to know the layout Juost Manor that well, I wasn’t really here that long.  But they don’t really have a dungeon, I think I would noticed that.  Also no one really has a dungeon – those big holes in the bottom floor with the trapdoors?  Those are for storing ice.  I wonder what lunatic first started spreading the rumor that they keep people in those.  Any person that actually had a dungeon in their castle would have to be wildly insane, fabulously wealthy, and a good architect to boot because who the Hells is going to design something that impractical for you?  Don’t get me wrong, torture chambers are real, but any chamber is a torture chamber if you torture someone in it.  It’s just a place you store your pokers and gougers really.

Where I am is dark, and the floor and walls and stone, so maybe it is a secret dungeon.  The ceiling is high enough that I can’t touch it.  On the other hand it’s perfectly dry and I’m given to understand that dungeons are damp.  Nor is there any moldy straw on the floor or the scuttling of rats which I’m given to understand are necessities for a dungeon.  Also there’s no sadistic yet easily tricked guards to tell me that escape is impossible and then get clobbered while I’m escaping the next day.  It’s probably just a storeroom they cleared out.  Or maybe it was already empty but it seems very much like a storeroom.  It’s certainly dark, they nailed that part.  There’s something very melancholy about realizing that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness and there’s simply nothing to see.  Unless you’re in a cave it’s pretty hard to emulate total darkness but they managed it.  Kudos to them on that.

Sadly I don’t even have a great story on how I got here.  I didn’t ride into Juost Manor full of righteous indignation, there was no verbal confrontation with the Baron where I told him his mind was overthrown, no cruelly smiling Kostelos witches, no shameful weeping from my betrayer with my cousins begging for my release from the sidelines.  What happened is once we got within sight of Alleene we halted for a moment and Martialla took off my shackles.  Despite her earlier words when this started she did apologize for stabbing me in the back and explained unhappily that she had to do what was best for her and since I was doomed to failure anyway she made the decision to switch sides.  She even claimed that she regretted it now, but there was no turning back.  She didn’t ask for understanding or for my forgiveness of her actions, she just wanted to share one last drink with me.  She didn’t expect that we’d ever have the chance again, regardless of what happened.  She took out a bottle of Oldlaw whiskey and we toasted to friendship as we locked eyes and both understood if we ever met again it would be with knives in hand.

A few minutes later I started to feel groggy.  I don’t know how she did it, but she poisoned me, I guess she probably put poison in my cup before she poured.  That fucking bitch got me twice.  That almost bothers me more than being stuck in this lightless hole.  Fool me once, etcetera.  People unfamiliar with human nature wonder how known bounders and scoundrels keep conning people – with their reputations how can anyone believe them?  As this example shows it’s easier than you think.  You come at people sideways, you come at them when they’re at their lowest, you take advantage of the fact that even the most cynical people want to believe deep down inside.  And it doesn’t hurt when what you’re doing is complete overkill.  She already had me chains, why would I be expecting poison? 

I don’t know what she got me with, I was never unconscious I don’t think, but my brain was fuzzy for a good while, I was seeing stuff with my eyes but the image wasn’t making it home you know?  I just remember a few flashes of the manor and then by the time I regained my wits I was in here.  It’s a smallish room but it’s not nightmarishly small like you might expect – it’s probably fifteen feet by twelve feet.  I’ve paced it out several times.  I think I’ve been down here for a couple of days.  I’m hungry and more than that I’m thirsty but I don’t feel like I’m dying yet.  I can’t really go off sleep because my sleep schedule is all messed up before.  Normally when it’s this dark sometimes it can be hard to even tell if you’re awake or asleep, but lucky me I always know when I’m asleep on account of the nightmare creatures that attack me every night.  That happened three or four times but I wouldn’t assume that means I’ve been here three or four days necessarily.  Like I said my sleep routine is all messed up.

After that third or fourth time though my imperious looking friend was back.  Instead of being stripped naked and beaten over the head with a wine bottle by the King himself (who’s dead you know but ‘they’ keep putting him in my dreams, I wonder what that means – I never even met the guy) I dreamed that I was in thein the middle of a massage given by someone who really knows what they’re doing.  That was actually kind of a nice transition – from the darkness of the prison room, whatever it is, to the closed eye experience of massage.  How can you have your eyes closed in a dream?  Fuck if I know.  I wondered if I was not dreaming at all, if it was just my mind finally playing a GOOD trick on me, but when I opened my eyes there was light.  I was in the salon/lounge/pleasure den/whatever of the authoritative woman. 

This time she was dressed in transparent silks and wherefore was showing pretty much everything.  I saw that she had tattoos over each breast and across the belly.  You know how I feel about that.  But she was smoking croff, which I’m sure you know is a mixture of vayav, flayleaf, and roasted beans of caladock.  It’s very hard to get the mixture exactly right, which is why croff is so rare and expensive but in the dream is was perfect.  I know because after the massage I went over and smoked some with her as well.  This time there was no gaggle of noblewomen clustering about, just inconspicuous servants bringing us excellent wine and fresh fruit.  After getting nice and relaxed, you know the way I mean, I helped myself to some ripe sensational granee fruit.

“Can you have your dream people bring me something more substantial?  Like a nice crispy duck?  Not fatty duck you know, but the juicy good stuff.  I wear clothes that cover everything up so I don’t have to eat only fruit.  You know what’s funny?  Even though I’m dreaming I still feel like I have to go to the privy.  Weird huh?  I suppose if I went to the facilities here I would just be shitting myself in real life huh?”

Her voice was dreamy (pun) like she had been smoking for a while before I got there, you know, before the dream started because that makes sense “Did you do what I asked?”

I finished off a glass of wine and poured myself some more “I did.”

Her eyes flared slightly “I’d know if you did.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

Her eyes started to clear from the drug-fog and harden “Your ingratitude surprises me.”

I laughed briefly “I say the same thing all the time.  I’m always saving people from monsters and then they’re jerks about it.  I guess I’m a hypocrite huh?  Although what exactly did you do for me?”

“I protected you from the dreads presences that feed on your sleeping mind, as I’m doing now.”

“I just thought the night hag had other things going on that night.  So what are you then, some kind of sweet dreams faerie?  If you’re a dream though what does it matter if I don’t repay your help?  I mean you’re not real right?  It’s kind of confusing, I know that dreams aren’t real – but they are a real thing that happens?  What does it all mean?”

Some women look good even when they’re angry, some look even better – she wasn’t either of them “I explained this all last time.  Do I need to go over it again?”

I held my hands up “No, no, not at all, I . . .”

She gestured grandly “Thousands of years ago, I ruled over this land and all the people within it.  This was a time of splendor and majesty and I was at the center of it all.  For you see . . .”

“Thousands of years ago?  Last time you said I it  was. . .”

“THOUSANDS of years ago a warlike race of elves from . . .”

Just like that she was off the races again.  I tried to pay attention to her this time, I really did, but she went on forever and it was boring.  After a few minutes I started pacing around the room and toying with different things she had lying around.  I wasn’t sure that I believed this wasn’t a dream-dream and was instead a dream communication of some kind until she droned on for over an hour – no real dream is ever that tedious.  She kept saying that she wanted to give me a gift without getting into any details. Nor was it ever made clear what she wanted from me or what I supposed to do.  At least as far as I can tell, after the first few minutes I was only halfway listening. 

“Well dream princess lady, I tell you, it would be nice to have someone on my side for once.  I never thought that I’d think that, but despite the way it ended I really did like having a partner – not you know like a tongue kissing partner but a partner partner.  She was always worried about people thinking we were together.  I don’t know why, nobody cares about that.  Maybe she was secretly into me and it was some kind of overcompensation, I don’t know.  She certainly fucked plenty of dudes whenever she had the chance, but I’ve heard that what really matters is who you fall in love with.  Like if you’re a guy you can go to town on many another guy, but if you don’t feel anything – you know, inside – then . . .”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Just making conversation. 

For a moment her mouth twisted into a weird smirk, although maybe smirk isn’t the right word – it’s the face you make when you see someone who’s been talked up a lot and they’re not that impressive.

“You are a frustrating person to speak to.  I’m offering you the partnership you seek if you would be attentive enough to listen.”

I shrugged “It’s just a dream, nothing here matters.  I appreciate you keeping the nightmares away.  Can you do that every night?” She shook her head “Well then, what’s the point?”

“Your ally has abandoned you.  I am offering you a more powerful alliance.”

“Are you though?  What can you do for me?  You’ve been pretty vague what I get out of this deal”

“I shall place my mark upon you.”

“That doesn’t sound very helpful.”

Her eyes flashed with anger again “You do not understand, I . . .”

“You’re right, I don’t understand.  Is this really more than a dream?  If so what kind of magic bullshit is going on?  I don’t know about any of this kind of stuff.  Why would I make a bargain with you?  I don’t know who you are or what you want.”

“I’ve told you twice already!”

I snorted “You gave me a bunch of horseshit history lessons.  That doesn’t tell me anything.  What are you?  A dream ghost?  A demigod?  A demon?  What do you want?”

“Revenge!”

I smiled “Now that I understand.”

“You must give up your meaningless futile quest and do my bidding, my revenge is against powers greater than . . .”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.  I will never give up on taking revenge on the Duke, never.  Not as long as I draw breath – and maybe not even after I stop.  If you can help me with that, great, then we have something to talk about.  But I’m not going to give up on it to help you out, that makes zero sense.”

“You would be the most favored of my minions, once . . .”

“Pass.”

Her face turned grim “As you see my powers over your dreams are even more potent than those of your enemies, if you spurn me . . .”

I grinned “Ah, so now we come down to it.  The threats.  I guess the foreplay is pretty much over huh?  Time to get down to business.  You think you can cook up worse nightmares than when I’ve been experiencing?  Give it a shot lady.  You think you can make my life any worse?  You gave up pretty quickly on the ‘let me help you’ tactic, makes me wonder what exactly you could have ever done for me.”

I could tell that her initial reaction was to lash out with anger, but she mastered herself quickly and I found that she was beside me with a reassuring hand on mine – I wanted to pull away but found that I was only able to move as the dream wanted me to.  I could feel the dream trying to press comfort from her touch on my mind, but it didn’t take.

She purred in my ear sordidly “I didn’t mean to be cross with you, it’s just I’ve waiting for so long.  People like you are very exceptional and special.  I want to be your friend and sometimes friends have to tell each other truths they don’t want to hear.  You have fought a good fight and you have tried your best to get your revenge, but you have failed.  The fight is over.  They have you now, if you continue this fight they will break you – your life continues only in my service.  There’s nothing odious about being in my command I assure you, quite the opposite.  Look around you, this doesn’t have to just be a dream.  You will become wealthy and powerful and you will serve only me, all others will be beneath you.  The race is run and you have not made the finish line.  Now you must do what is best to carry on.”

“No, I’m in a tight spot for sure but I’m not done, not my any means.  Lost the fight?  I haven’t even started yet.”

“When will you give up?”

“Like I said, as long as I live I will fight.”

“Are you living now?  Consider that.  You walk the roads and you fight monsters, and what becomes of it?  Is that a life worth living?  You are poor and powerless and the plaything of anything that comes your way.  You have been battered and ruined.  The only joy you will ever know again comes through me.”

“You got it all wrong dream queen.  I don’t fight monsters, I kill them.”  

When I woke up, if indeed that’s what even happened, I could still smell the fruit, incense, and narcotic smoke of the pleasure den.  My muscles still felt relaxed and languid from the massage.  But most convincingly of all, I was full, and I was no longer thirsty.  The food and wine was really in my belly.  So it’s not JUST a dream and she probably can hurt me in the dream world, maybe even kill me.  Well fuck, that’s a problem.

“I should have taken a shit while I was there.”

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Funds: None

XP: 1,025,251

Inventory: None

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, Essa, eyeless hag, Baron Saltwheel, Baron Harmenkar, Colonel Tarl Ciarán’s wizard soldier, Victor, Beharri, Cebuano, Mayor Eryn, Chimera Trading Company

Montagem 20 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar) Part 1

I have to imagine that the list of people who aren’t confined to or work in a working asylum but have spent the night in one is pretty short.  As per usual I’m in a very elite and exclusive group.  Spooky teenage girls and the boys that want to nail them probably daydream that spending the night in a nuthouse is some uncanny experience with creepy paintings where the eyes move and ghostly screams in the night and things of that nature, but it was perfectly ordinary.  Honestly it was better than half the inns I’ve stayed at in the last year.  I have to say this place is extraordinarily well run.  Based on the stories I’ve heard about these kind of places I was expecting it to be, well, a madhouse. 

Even so I didn’t sleep well.  Hardra didn’t say anything when they brought her out – she just stared at me.  She recognized me for sure, but beyond that I don’t know what she was thinking.  There wasn’t hatred in those eyes, but nothing like joy either – nothing that I could understand.  I think if a dog heard another dog speak like a person it would look at that other dog like Hardra looked at me.  In was a kind of incomprehension that was streaked with the utter conviction that this should not be happening and in fact was impossible and therefore if it was happening that it should be stopped.  Even when I told Hardra that she could leave this place with us she didn’t react at all.  Just stared.  The old man had the nurses take her away and told us that we could talk to her again in the morning.  So I had all night to think about it.

This morning before I went to see Hardra I mentioned to Martialla that one of the guards was a soldier that I knew from back at court.  I told her about how the nurse had looked like a vocal coach that I knew too and I was starting to wonder if it actually was her.

She frowned “Okay, so what?”

“Don’t you think that’s odd?  Winters was a captain, and he was from a good family, how the Hells could he get stuck out here on this shit duty?  And the singing instructor, what are the chances of them both being here?”

She shrugged “I don’t know, a hundred percent?”

“I’m serious.”

“About what?”

“Maybe someone has cast a spell on us to trap us on a fantasy realm they can control.  But they’re too lazy to create a bunch of people from whole cloth so they’re ransacking my mind to populate said realm.  Have you seen anyone here you recognize?”

“Yes, the head doctor is my father.”

“Don’t . . .” I bit back an angry retort with a sigh “Just tell me will you?”

“No, aside from you and Hardra – who looks nothing like I remember by the way so that didn’t come from my memory – I don’t recognize anyone here.  If you think this a dream and you want me to punch you in the stomach to wake you up just give me the signal.”

“I’m telling you Martialla, if I see a third person here I know there’s something weird going on.”

“We’re in an insane asylum Ela, of course there’s something weird going on.”

When they did take me to speak with Hardra they took me a tiny room with a bed, a chair, and a holy book of some kind – I guess the idea is to pray the crazy away.  She was sitting on the bed with her hands folded and if I had taken a seat on the chair our knees would have been touching, that’s how small the room was.  I was worried they were going to lock us in there, but they didn’t, so I stayed in the doorway. I was just about to speak when she beat me to the punch – although she remained staring at the wall.

“You did this.  Somehow I knew, I knew that it was you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It wasn’t worth it, none of it is worth it.  Something is broken inside of me.”

“There’s something broken inside of everyone, you’ll get over it.”

She turned to look at me for the first time, her eyes full of anguish “There was nothing.  There was nothing.  No Heavens, no Hells, no judgement, no nothing.  I didn’t see my dead friends or family.  I wasn’t cast into a pit of eternal torture.  There were no angels.  There were no demons.  There was nothing.  I was just gone.  And now I’m back.”

“Well . . . . uh . . . . I mean we know there’s an afterlife so . . . . if you’re, uh,  into that kind of thing I wouldn’t worry about it.  Who knows how magic works?  Maybe all that was wiped away by the spell that brought you back to life.”

“Do we?  Do we know that there’s an afterlife?  Do we know it?”

“Look, Hardra . . .”

He face twisted in anger “No you look!  Why did you did it?  Why did you bring me back?  I didn’t ask for this!  Am I even the same person?  What I am?!  Some empty shell walking around?  A zombie?!”

“I don’t know what you’re going through, I . . .

She clenched her fists “Yes, you don’t know!  You can’t know.  You weren’t there.  It happened to me!  Nothing feels right anymore!  I don’t even know what I’m doing sometimes!  Where are my thoughts coming from?  Why did you do it?  Why?!”

“I felt responsible, I felt I owed it to you.”

The look on her face became one of utter disgust “You felt guilty?  How is that possible?  You’re the worst person I’ve ever met in my life.  You do bad things and you get away with it so you do something worse and you get away with that too!  And it just keeps getting worse and worse and worse.  Are you even human?  What are you?  Why do you do these things?!  I used to sit and think about you, I would think to myself ‘what kind of person could do such things?’ But now I understand. There’s just nothing inside you. Nothing at all. You’re sad and empty.  You feel nothing because you’ve got nothing. You’ve got nothing to love, care for, or fight for.  You exist to destroy. And you get away with it!  I don’t understand how!  How, how are you allowed to be?!”

I held a hand up “Alright, enough of this self-pity bullshit.  You don’t want to be alive?  Then kill yourself.  It’s pretty easy.  Otherwise get the fuck over it.”

She turned her head back to the wall “That’s some great advice there, either kill yourself or just stop being crazy.  Exactly the kind of inspiring words I would expect from you.”

“What is your problem?  When did you become my nemesis?  I brought you back to LIFE.  How about a little gratitude?”

She laid down on the bed, curled up in a ball “Go away Ela.”

“You want to stay here and rot with these lunatics?  Fine.  I’m going to Juost Manor to save the Baroness.  Remember her?  I have no idea what you thought of her but she’s currently fucked right now.  The least you can do is tell me what you know about it, if anything.  The timeline isn’t clear to me , was the Baron back when you rose from the dead?  I need intel.” When she didn’t say anything I kicked her in the ass “I’m talking to you!”

She spun on the bed “Hey!”

I kicked her again as she grabbed at my foot “Good, there is some life left in you, I was starting to wonder if I got ripped off and you were just a pathetic depressed lump.  So you got a raw deal, so the fuck what?  You got a second chance!  A literal second chance!  You want to throw that away fine, but that makes you the dumbest woman that has ever lived.  Get with the program!  You want this to break you or do you want to fight?  Most of the world has it worse than you and they manage to keep going you entitled bitch.”

“How could anyone have it worse than me?!  I was dead!”

“And now you’re not.  What are you going to do with that?  You hate me so much do you?  Well I don’t give up Hardra.  I wanted to bring you back so I fucking did it.  I brought you back, me, I did that because I decided to do it.  What are you going to do?  You want to sit here like a whiny baby or do you want to grow up and be an adult?”

“I want to beat your face in.  I want to smash you in the face until its mush.  I want you to be ugly.”

I shrugged off my greatcoat “Let’s do it then.  I can’t imagine that you’re much of a fighter, but then neither am I so it’s a fair fight.  You want a piece of me you whiny whore I’m game.”

This is not how I envisioned my day going.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, people have no sense of gratitude.  I honestly wonder why I bother.  Hardra stood up, I think to lay into me again rather than to fight but I slapped her as I hard as I could.  Which really isn’t a good idea, I think I sprained my wrist.  She did go down to the floor, although I think that was more out of the shock of being hit more than the force of the blow – I would imagine that the chaperone to a Baroness doesn’t get struck a lot.  Well, depending on the Baroness.  Also sometimes I forget that I’m wearing a magic strength belt – it was probably a heck of a slap.  Whatever the case it got the ball rolling.  She charged at me and we tumbled into the hallway in a tangle of limbs.

Unless you count the time mother Hurk beat the shit out of me I’ve never been in a fist-fight before.  I suppose there’s no reason I should be but I did have a whole three days of training with Hlebinksy in the fighting arts.  He’s dead now I hear, I should have brought him back instead – I think he at least would have appreciated it.  Plus, while it’s not exactly the same thing, I have been in (sadly) numerous serious kill you weapons fights so I at least knew the theory of trying not to get hit and hitting back.  Hardra clearly did not.  I’m confident that I could have beat the crap out of her but I didn’t see how that would be helpful so it was more of a mock-fight from my point of view.  I let her get in a few good hits before the staff came and restrained us – they’re really good at that on account of they spend their days grabbing crazies.

Dr. Sugarcane (if that is her real name) came running up “What on earth are you doing?”

I grinned at her with my bloody mouth “Therapy.”

A few minutes later we were in the infirmary getting fussed at by a nurse who thankfully did not look familiar at all.

“Do you feel better now?”

“No.”

“What was going on at the Manor when you returned from the dead?  Was the Baron back?  Were the Kostelos already there?”

“I don’t know.  All I did for the first few days and scream and cry.  And after that . . . I was overwhelmed with desires . . . of a sexual nature.  My behavior was inappropriate.  I was kicked out of the manor.  After that I was . . . . I was . . . . . eventually those religious people grabbed me and stuck me in here.  It’s all fuzzy, I don’t really remember.”

“So you don’t know anything.” She shook her head “Do you know what happened to Tudos?”

“I . . . I remember him being there.  Sometimes.  I think he was trying to help me.  I don’t . . . I don’t know what happened to him.”

“Maybe you should find him.  Give yourself a goal, something to work towards.  That time the bounty hunters came for me why did you think they were after you?”

“My name isn’t really Hardra, its Veda.  I came to the Baroness under false pretenses.  I knew the woman who was supposed to show up wasn’t going to make it so I took her place.  I crafted a new life for myself.  Veda was wanted for falsification of royal documents, disruption of trade, and the transportation of foreign nationals.”

“You were a criminal?”

“No, I just tried to do the right thing.”

“There’s your problem.”

I ripped off the bandage the nurse had put on my forehead and took a drink from my Flask for healing – all the cuts and bruises and marks that Harda had put on me disappearing instantly.  She watched with wide eyes.   

She shook her head “Something terrible needs to happen to you.”

I dropped her a sassy wink “It already did.”

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Funds: 53,040 platinum, 8,000 gold

XP: 953,251

Inventory: Flask of Endless Sake, Hat of Effortless Style, Tankard of the Drunken Hero, Ela’s Dazzling Garment, Belt of Physical Might +4, Ring of Urban Grace, Black Marketers’ Bag (5), Tidy Trunk, Whiterock Family Ring (Ring of Binding), Ela’s Extraordinary Walking Stick, Ela’s Elegant Boots, Ela’s Extravagant Necklace, +1 Adamantine Dwarf Waraxe  

Noble’s outfit (5) collegium ring,  pocketed scarf, wrist sheath, signet ring (2) assortment of fake signet rings, silver chain set with moonstones, gold and emerald ring (2), garnets (700), gold necklace with jade pendant, ivory combs, tax collector’s badge, gold bracelet with ivory inlays, silver necklace set with rubies, gold earrings with jade inlays, silver and gold brooch, silver necklace with ruby pendant, disguise kit, covenant ring, tiny diamonds (26), Saryah Phidaner gown, masterwork thieves’ tools, onyx (55) personal signet ring, tiara, masterwork red and black long greatcoat, Turnbill blade of first forging (one of three), darkwood and platinum music box, silver bracelet set with bloodstones, platinum ring set with fire opal, silver and moonstone bracelet, holy symbol of Kozilek, dwarf journal   

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, Essa, eyeless hag, Baron Saltwheel, Baron Harmenkar, Colonel Tarl Ciarán’s wizard soldier, Victor, Beharri, Cebuano, Mayor Eryn, Chimera Trading Company