RoundTable Adventuring

Yoshi's Wakashu I
on the encounter with water elementals
      mori no kawa
      kara mizu no michi
      owari de wa
      yuuutsu no uta
      mizu ga take naa,
      From the forest creek
      there is a watery trail
      at its end
      a song of melancholy
      the water melts away
Yoshi I

1 year ago

      The young elf stared at him across the desk. Her features were sharp but attractive. She wore a shade of lipstick that complemented her shoulder-length violet hair. Around her neck sat a mantle of raven feathers, the tips of which were died purple. She was clothed in a black armored corset with matching bracers and a pair of thick black leggings. She sat in an elevated chair in an attempt to hide her height, or rather lack thereof. Standing, Yoshi guessed she would have been about five-foot two, rather short for an elf. The thought had crossed Yoshi’s mind that she might be half gnome… wait, could elves and gnomes interbreed? The question would be filed away in the part of the brain reserved for momentary curiosities — questions that would be forgotten and never answered. Her expression appeared apologetic. Yoshi had travelled no less than nine months in order to study alchemy in the inner sea. He had only been studying for less than half that time before…
      “Yoshitsune,” The word pulled him out of the fugue that had briefly set in. She continued, her voice stern and forceful “I’m sorry but your acceptance to this guild was predicated on you showing some efficacy in the art of alchemy. Your entrance exams had been waved, against my judgment, at the request of Daimyo Haseiwa Yoshitomo. But, since you arrived you have not demonstrated any teachability. Its time for you to stop wasting your time and the time of the guild educators, I’ll give you till the day after tomorrow to make arrangements, gather your things and get out of the dorm.”
      Yoshi tensed, while nothing she had said was untrue, the directness with which she said it was insulting to his honor. After a moment he regained his composure. Yoshi often had to remind himself he was in a foreign land, language here is not as poetic and words are not spoken with the pretense of diplomacy. Besides acting out would be folly. The rune on her forehead marked her as a summoner and he had no intention of meeting that four-armed scorpion-like creature.
      “Yes guild mistress Tragshi, will that be all.”
      “I hope so.” Tragshi spoke with an air of finality, as if daring Yoshi to do something and simultaneously cautioning him against it. Doubtless Tragshi had expelled many people from the guild in her life, and many of them had not gone quietly. Yoshi would however; to lash out in an act of destruction or civil disorder would be dishonorable. Yoshi stood up, the legs of his hakama swaying with his movement. He walked towards the door.

      He had to think; so he allowed his feet to carry him wherever they might travel after being disconnected from the direction center of his brain. After all he’d have to scout temporary lodgings so some amount of wandering was necessary anyway. He wandered passed taverns in which he might have drunk away his self-pity. He wandered passed boxing dens where he might let off a little of his frustration. He wandered passed churches and temples where he might have prayed for guidance. He wandered passed rentals where he might have chosen to settle. He wandered passed the city gates and the slums, and the farms. He wandered until the sun began to set, thinking, introspecting, feeling.
      As the bottommost part of the sun began to sink below the horizon Yoshi found himself beneath a peach tree atop a hill some miles from the city. The tree was full of color with an abundance of white and pink blooms. Yoshi sat beneath the tree and while the sun set, he composed a poem.

      kono oka ni
      tabine shinu beshi
      chiri no magai ni
      ieji wasurete
      I seem bound to sleep
      on this hill tonight
      led astray by falling
      blossoms I’ve forgotten
      my way home

It was a beautiful poem, worthy of such a scene. As Yoshi drifted off to sleep beneath the tree he hoped he might remember it, so as to record it tomorrow.

Ghaahk! My swiddly-spooge!

So, we know whose behind it all… Sorta.

Shape shifting mimicking bastard. He was very blurry. His thugs almost got the upper-hand but I dispatched them with my trusty crossbow ol’betsy. Angradd I hope you were paying attention I have honoured you this day… Wait. What is that horrible smell?

Smelling salts!?

pops back into consciousness

Whom have I wronged so greatly to be punished with so much pain? Forget what I said Angradd I hope you were busy.

There is no way in hell the Sheriff is going to believe this. We are so framed right now. Maybe the carnies will let us go with them.

Book of Joy #Next one

Great day today, I only wish we had caught that guy alive. Oh well. The next few days will be awesome. This entire town is a powder keg ready to explode in vengence. So many different people to ‘help’. And man is OD! coming along, that guy mouthed off and DEAD. I wonder how long it will take me to convert him.

Edric I
A Letter to Carrock


I’m sending this letter post haste to appraise you of the current happenings in Illsurian. Our mission met with a rub when the gentlemen we were meant to collect from turned up dead. As of this moment his official story is that he and his guards were slain by a group of shiver addled skulks. There’s more to it than that, but what I cannot yet say. The guild and some of the locals have been commissioned and deputised to solve these crimes whike thr local constibulary keep the locals from killing the travelling carnival folk, who are of course the mob’s prime suspects. So do expect a delay in our primary mission. Unfortunately I have no previous experience in detective work and Jabba being of a less cerebral disposition is only circumstantially helpful in this matter. I can only hope for a few more murders so that a pattern might emerge and we can catch this criminal in the act.

Of these local’s we are working with, I plan to entice one of them to join the guild. A young man named Odaal, he is reckless and not in control of his own abilities. However he has shown himself to be a powerful geomancer, and with some disapline, he can be a powerful member of the guild. Further my academic interests have peaked with this child. If he possesses talent for Lithomancy as he does with geomancy I look forward to working with him. Another, a dwarf Valuk is an adventure seeker he may be of use to fill the rank and file of the guild so I will extend the offer to him as well.

Most Worthy Angelic Prince
Edric Von Kappel I

I remember swimming being much easier

Wow, the local colour here… They should really institute some form of public educational training, here. I can’t believe that not-so-gentleman deserved to die but, when the young haven’t quite got a handle on their powers accidents do happen. Every suspect is a dead end… Except maybe the swimmer they may have made it. I fully expect to be run out of town today. I just hope I can fix my crossbow before the next encounter with a delusional mob. I’m beginning to believe I may have lost a few steps while in “wizard school.” Maybe it might be time to go back to my roots. After bringing this drug pushing alchemist into the light of justice. Even though, it seems that the sheriff is completely disinterested in cutting out the root of all this town’s recent criminal ills.

I’m sure things would go better if we were the one’s to explain to the sheriff the sequence of events that led to that man’s death but, it might be better for us if we just join the carnival and hit the road.

Bolin 1

By the gods I killed him….. i never meant to… I, I didn’t know I could…. Mom was right, this is too dangerous to use. How can I Fix this? I Can’t can I? i can’t stay here then, i’ll have to leave this town. maybe these adventurers will take me with them? If i’m really this dangerous i should probably stick with people i can’t hurt.

Shinoko I
A letter from Shinoko to the elder council of Tianjing

I have received your missive and am to board a boat to take me from Taldor to Magnimar in Varisia from there i will find myself a Harold and charter a small ship to Hermea. The guild of the round table has granted me a sabatical for this undertaking which means they have given up hope of finding Tomoe, the halfling that went missing in the seige of Oregent. my request still stands however if you learn anything of the Hands of the Mystic Discodia’s current movement send the information directly to me with a copy sent to Carrock, the guild’s new address in Almas will be included at the bottom. Back to the matter at hand this meeting has been many years in the making, I know. Getting Mengkare to allow an Aasimar inside the gates Hermea is historic at best. But to think that he would agree to an exchange of knowledge for the better enlightnement of the world is folly. How far should I go to entertain him, and what of the rumors am I to simply disregard them or should i look into them.

Awaiting the wisdom of my elder council.
Tachibana Shinoko

A note to the widow

On behalf of all of us in The Unquenchable Lady’s church allow me to entend our deepest condolences on the loss of your husband. And know that I personally will do everything in my power to find and deliver to those responsible to the justice they deserve.

If there is ever anything The Savored Sting can do for you, pray on this charm, and she will answer.

It's a Mystery

Personal Note; We’re investigating a murder. As third party impartial investigators. ‘The Carnival Mistress’ and ‘The Sheriff’

Victim: Owner of “The Locked Box”; Archavin Waldr {Pawn Broker / Money Lender} And one shop guard died during robbery. T.o.D. Late Night – Early Morning.
Waldr – found near path from town to the Carnival, by wife ‘Agnis Waldr’ after he didn’t return from the carnival (within hours of his death). Cause of death appears to be mauling / predation by a larger flying creature or made to appear so.
Guard – throat slit exsanguination.
Witnesses: None have come forward to event. Many claim seeing a 4 legged flying creature silhouetted against moon {unlikely}.
Motive: Most-likey acquisition of key to the “Locked Box.” Although, the robbery may have only been a matter of convenience. No, known public feuds.

Found at Scene
- Plaster Casting of ‘large creature claw tracks’ not a match to Sphinx; Creature was flying or tracks were faked as there were attempts to hide humanoid foot prints around the ‘tracks’ and tracks were light for size.
- Broken Silver Chain – used to keep vault key around Waldr’s neck. – Widow Confirmed.
Found on Body {Waldr}
- Wound Pattern matches Cast/Tracks. Body appears to have not had anything eaten from it.
Found on Guard
- Struck on head from behind, pre-mortum. Fatal cut does not appear to be from a well maintained blade.

Prime suspect: Unidentified.

Working Theory: Victim targeted by unknown mastermind to acquire specific item or items from his shop. Carnies’ being in town during the incident unrelated?

Primary Concerns: Finding the actual murderer(s). Determine what was taken from ‘The Locked Box’.
Secondary Concerns: Bumpkin unrest and discriminatory violence.
Tertiary Concerns: What the ‘public’ thinks. How the Sphinx feels.

Curiosity: The ‘arrangement’ of the Sphinx for the Carnival.
Working Theory: The Sphinx is the head of the Carnival reasons unknown. Or, is actual prisoner being held by forces beyond the physical.

Oh crap invisible things


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