RoundTable Adventuring

Yoshi II

1 year ago

A peach blossom fell from a tree; it fluttered slowly toward the ground. On its way it passed over the face of a young man sleeping at the tree’s base. Yoshi awoke. The sun had just broken onto the world. Momentary disorientation set in before the events of the previous day flooded into his mind. He was about an just over an hour’s walk from the city gates, which meant over 80 minutes to the dorm in which he kept his belongings. There would be much to do today. He stood off brushed the dirt from his hakama, took his haori from the branch where it had hung for the night and donned it. They were yesterday’s cloths but they would have to do. He took off at a brisk pace but not before taking in the picturesque scene around him.

When Yoshi arrived at the dorms the sun was well into its journey across the sky. He spent what was left of the morning packing his belongings. Over the past 24 hours, thought had given way to hopelessness, which in turn gave way to resolve. There was no reason for him to stay in the river kingdoms.

After a lunch consisting of salted kreuzotter (a poisonous local snake), rice, and umeboshi, Yoshi sought out a ship that would take him down the Dagger river, across lake Encarthan, to Kerse in Druma. His ultimate goal was to get to Absalom but it was best he thought to take the journey one step at a time and search for opportunities as they presented themselves. It wasn’t hard finding ships bound for the merchant capital of lake Encarthan, but finding one that left within his short time frame proved to be the issue —after all he was to be cleared out of the dorm tomorrow. After many parlay’s with many captains, he found just the ship, The Black Mist, a small junk under the command of captain Walren. Walren had recently arrived from Tamran, the only catch was that Walren would need to make a stop at the Isle of Terror to pick up passengers should any be present, before proceeding to Kerse. With the arrangements made Yoshi would be able to leave on the morrow.

This left only one task left, to write to Yoshitomo and inform him of what had transpired and what Yoshi had planned to do to atone for the dishonor he brought to his father. In this Yoshi played the dutiful son, he did not embellish any part of the story, nor did he blame others for his misfortune, he told it straight, his father would appreciate that. After many drafts he was finally happy with what he had written, and now by candlelight sealed the letter with the Haseiwa crest, in the morning he would give his correspondence to the postal runners who would see it across continents and board The Black Mist bound for Kerse.

Gar'lumbo #1

It’s been days and I havn’t found a single person worth eating. That guy on the bridge would’ve been good, but then he was murdered by goblins. Pathetic. I know Humans are weak, but he couldn’t even keep GOBLINS in line. And the little bastards stole all my cigars.

And his boss can’t even control his woman. She tells us our chest is here and- wait, ha, she probably saw a stronger male and decided to trade up. She’s a smart one.

Whatever, this pathetic cult is way too weak to survive. Killing them is for thier own good.

Karem #1

You could tell something was off with this group of fanatics the moment we set foot in this place. When you’ve spent as much time as I have around various groups, gangs, organizations, cults, or any other fancy name for a gathering of shit heads, you begin to pick up on the “vibe” they give off.

I may still not be entirely clear on what it is they are doing down in these halls, but at this point it’s safe to say it isn’t good. If the orc and I hadn’t taken it upon ourselves to start poking around, who knows how much further things would have gotten. In hindsight it may have been smart to get the others before venturing so far off the beaten path .. but you gotta play with the cards you’re dealt. I guess the next step is to determine this cults end game and put a stop to it. Sure we could just find our stolen property and leave … but I really don’t take kindly to people nearly killing me. Besides, in my experience, there are always law abiding types who are willing to reward for the “removal” of whatever shit head group is causing trouble.

Sojo #1

This is why I hate going into Cities. Everyone is always telling you what to do or where to go or not go. like this stupid kid for instance “You can’t go upstairs” But the guy I need to talk to is up there? “You can’t go upstairs” well too bad cause I need to talk to him. and then as soon as I come back down from politely knocking on the door he starts screaming about how we went upstairs and all of a sudden all these fools are trying to kill us. They are really lucky I’m a nice guy and decided to let them live long enough to learn from their mistakes. Unlike the rest of my travelling group apparently. These guys are so murder happy it makes me wonder how they are ever even let In to any cities. And the foppish guy in the pajamas, gave me such a huge stink eye over killing those elementals on the road and then goes straight to murdering Actual people without a second thought. Damned sheltered hypocrite, doesn’t understand how the real world works apparently after being cooped up in that school. Ahh well most of these kids will live to think about how they can not be on the receiving end of a smackdown again and that’s all I can really ask for.

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.


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