9th Year, 3rd Moon, 20th Day: No Sign of Garm in Freemarch
I woke in cold sweats again. The dreams grow more intense. I swear I could smell the taint of burnt flesh and felt my mothers burning hand against my face. When will the dreams end. Why do they torment me. Have I not sacrificed enough. How many more must I kill to appease the souls of my tribe. Where is Garm and why can I not find him.
I searched all over Freemarch over the past 2 days questioning the Defiant on Garm's whereabouts. Some I spared and let live, others became enraged when I asked and attacked me. On the first day Elestial started attacking me on first sight. I threw some blinding powder in their eyes and escaped. I watched as they fought from a near by vacant building. Seeing as they were wearing leather armor I opted for the blades and put away my axe and mace. Stabbing through leather is quite simple and it's very rare that the blade doesn't puncture the leather. Slashing toward leather typically ends badly. So I took out my Daggers.
With a quick stab to the kidneys Elestial fell to a knee. I then cut their throat while three other Defiant watched in horror. I dropped a rose on Elestials grave and vanished into the rain. I went an honed my skills in a few more training warfronts and came back to the same spot where I bled out Elestial to find them back with the living and shouting at the top of his lungs. He had placed a trap for me the little bugger. He changed his tactics a bit and hid his pet around a tree. He attempted to set up this elaborate ambush for me and I couldn't resist putting him down again. I snuck up blinded his pig and laid him to rest even quicker than the first time. I picked up the rose which I left the first time and placed it again on his grave hoping maybe this time he would not return. I'd hate to have to slay the lad again. He was defiantly a lively character though.
I wandered a bit more and found a lad who did not take well to my questioning. He attacked me thinking I was a mage, as I was dressed as one. I threw some blinding powder and ran behind a tree. I changed my clothes and weapons and vanished before he regained his vision. He wandered away from his help and I saw an opening. I put him down quickly and in process a lad by the name Decap decided to attack. I threw blinding power in his eyes and escaped. I tracked Decap half way across the map. He was constantly surrounded by the company of 6 friends until he came to a fork in the road. That is where I saw my opportunity to strike. His friends left him behind for a few moments and in those moments I took his life. His friends returned to find his corpse and rose. They scattered looking for me but I know better than to stick around the scene of death. Crows always follow in deaths trail.
I ventured off and found myself in the middle of a bunch of Defiants who quickly opted to attack me. Trings chased me down and put the hurt on me. Trings was a big sturdy fellow who had me out skilled by a long shot. He was a towering giant that had quite a bit more experience than I had. But none the less, he signed his own grave by attacking me. I stalked him and noticed a few weaknesses in his armor. His shoulder straps were nearly worn through exposing a place to slash and place a gash in his strong arm that would level the field. Also his right knee was exposed from the previous fight. I sat and waited until the opportune moment and then into battle a ran. He was focused an another creature when I struck. Already wounded and bleeding I quickly slashed with my blades at his right knee giving him a limp. He turned to face me and I struck the shoulder breaking free his shoulder pad and placing a gash in his shoulder. Blood trickled down his blade as he swung it at me. I ducked and countered with a stab to his abdomen. The giant fell and on his body I placed a rose.
I decided to rest up and placed myself on my perch overlooking Meridian. The next day I came across some Defiant and attempted to question them. Glithor attacked and sent me on a quick trip through the Otherworld. Glithor signed his own death certificate. I stalked him for a good while watching his moves, his weapon preference and who he kept company with. His healer friend Leren followed him around like a companion. I watched and waited. Alas Glithor and Leren separated and I made my move on Glithor. He was nearly dead when Leren showed back up. Again I passed through the otherworld and found my way back to the land of the living. I tracked these two across the map. Knowing I would not be able to slay Glithor so long as Leren lived He was my first target. They came upon a death rift and fittingly I decided this would be their death. I crept up on Leren as Glithor was busy fighting legion after legion of undead. I quickly dispatched Leren and then began attacking Glithor, both of them perished and then the undead focused on me. I tossed roses on each of there graves and let death embrace me. I took my leave of the battlefield after that and spent some time sharpening my weapons and restocking my pack. The hunt was good and 7 souls sent to the otherworld. I hope the nightmares end soon. Still no sign of Garm. He has to be out here somewhere.
9th Year, 1st Moon, 22nd Day: Blood on the Daisies of Freemarch
I woke on this 22nd day of the first moon with a goal. I had spent enough time in the Black Garden training ground and have begun feeling conformable with my new form. My wounds have all healed up with the help of Moowi and Darkmist and we came up with the idea of sneaking over to Freemarch using an old pirates route. The waters we had to swim in were freezing cold and we had to do our best to avoid the stiffness that comes from the cold. We took refuge in a tower to warm up for a while and then made the final swim over to the shores of Freemarch.
The land of Freemarch reminds me a lot of Hibernia. The lands were lush and green, flowers and wildlife brought life to the land. We tried to familiarize ourselves with the land when our first mark made himself known. Truckboattruck attacked us while we attempted to help a lower level player complete his quest to close a Rift. While enemies this young lad looked to need a hand. That's when Truckboattruck decided to attack. I recentered myself and made my approach. Shortly after laying into him he used a portal which took him to another area. Darkmist and I waited for him while Moowi scouted out the surrounding areas. Within about 10 minutes he returned and vengeance was mine. I bled him out and the grass below my feet had been tainted by the blood of this defiant. Knowing he would summon help we headed deeper into the Defiant zone. Thats when Lynar and Voltari attacked us and we slayed them with great ease. Lynar even came back for seconds.
We continued traveling and actually met some friendly Defiant near a village. We traded stories and made our way. We ended up killing Chaos a couple times then moved off into a low trafficked area to camp for a while. When I woke I managed to hunt a few more and sent them back to their maker. Overall my hunt was a good learning experience. It was nice to feel the warmth of blood again and I look forward to hunting again. From what I can tell Garm did come to Meridian and is rallying troops for some reason. I must find him and put him to rest before he does to Sanctum what he did to Failte.
My bones grow weary. It has been many seasons since I first set on my quest to free the souls of my tribe and allow them to finally rest. My travels have taken me from Hibernia, into Midgard, then through a magical device which lead me into chaos wastes. I have tracked Garm across lands near and far and still to date I have not found him. The last lead on his location has lead me to the Devil's Backbone where I found to yet another portal.
Now these portals, they do a number on you. The last time I went through one of these I grew a foot and found myself standing next to naked, with nothing more than some torn rags draping over my body. I was smack dab right in the middle of town. By the time I came too a Warrior priest gave me shelter and some new clothes. My head didn't stop hurting for weeks. Needless to say I was not looking forward to this one. I mean a portal in ″The Devil's Backbone″ this certainly can't be good. So In I went hoping to not come out the other side a rat or with three arms. With a moment of hesitation and a quick trip to stock up on supplies I entered the portal.
As the ringing in my ears faded and my vision returned I found myself in the middle of a great battle. Bodies laid to rest across miles and miles of terrain. As far as my eyes could see. The grass was paved in blood and it appeared the sky itself was bleeding. I reached for my blades but before I could the world went dark. I had been slain by a some giant demon named Regolos. The Gods of this strange land have taken pity on me and filled my chest with air once again.
In exchange for life I have been tasked with preventing the demise of this world by stopping the Defiant from harnessing the Rifts which plague the lands. I now stand battered and bruised but healing in Methosadia. The good news is that while I was at the local tavern I overheard an scout speak of a strange figure which appeared out of the sky and vanished into the fog just south of my location. This just may be the elusive Garm. I shall mend my wounds and familiarize myself with these locals and see what information I can collect about this shadowy figure.
4th Year, 8th Moon, 29th Day: Battles Abroad
War rages in our lands. Over the past few days i found myself traveling throughout Hibernia, Midgard, and Albion. I began on a hunt for Norse near the passage of conflict. Inside I was greeted by a single Bonedancer. His skill was far better than my own but still, with the shortages of Norse and my trusty binding stone I figured why not. I unleashed my best attack as soon as he attacked one of the daemons inside. I fought hard and long and somehow just couldn't manage to get an edge on him. In the same he couldn't get past my blessed armor of protection. We fought for what seemed like an eternity but alas I fell.
The trip through the Otherworld seemed rather short this time. The painful cry's of the lost souls we still and quite. It was the first time i had actually feared this journey home. When i came too a druid stared down upon me and told me that I was very close to being lost. My neck had a slight sting to it. The druid made her best attempt to comfort me by telling me the stinging would soon be gone, that I had lost my head in that last battle. Fortunately for me the binding stone was fastened in my armor. A brush with death? What a rush.
Well like any stupid keen I went back to the passage of conflict. I was not about to let this Bonedancer get away clean. Upon arriving I noticed a entire war party of Norse fighting the daemons. One of them seemed to be mending his wounds and unconscious. While the others hacked away at the daemons I crept up and removed the kobolds head then fled. If it wasn't for the demonic wolfhounds I would have gotten away clean. But alas it was another trip through the Otherworld for me.
My Third voyage proved more bountiful. Just outside of the old Norse ruins I found 4 Norsemen hunting the wildlife. I attacked the healer first slaying her almost instantly. I vanished without a trace before the other 3 could find me. Next was Cutt's turn. A troll I hunted back in my Caledonia days. It was a pleasant reunion as I put him into his grave with only a mere scratch on me. His Young minded friend foolishly gave me a rude gesture so I laid him too to rest. Then it was the matter of dealing with a sleeping Shadowblade. I killed her quickly and left the area as quickly as I could.
I ventured to Fensalir Faste Outpost where their appeared to be a battle taking place. Upon inspection I saw that the door was damaged but not a soul was stirring. Still I waited to watch for any unseen individuals hiding in the woods. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Just when I thought it was vacant a lone scout named Corthie peered out of the bushes hurling 3 arrows into the door. I smiled and dropped one of my steeple hats to let her know I was there. She did not seek me out to slay me but instead bowed to me. She seemed like a fair lady so I waited around hoping for the chance to slay me a kobold. Perhaps this time Redar... the Kobold that evaded me so often in Caledonia. Alas not a troll in sight.
I ventured south to Hlidskialf Faste Spire and decided perhaps my best approach would be to use myself as bait. Sure enough a lone troll took one swing at me and then I was gone. He searched and searched for me but i was nowhere to be found. I'm sure the disappearing mage trick really fooled this one. He was quite puzzled. Though... if I had the brainpower of troll I would be too. I turned and looked to my right and through the valley to Albions rushed the troll. After the troll had fallen I gave them applause and bowed to them. Unfortunately by the time they realized who I was, I was back looking at that very same druid shaking her head at me. I looked to him and said, ″You know, we should go have a drink.″ He laughed and said ″Aye, that we should″
We took a short trip to the local pub during his break and I told him about the day's journey. Come to find out, my good druid friend Killaloe has always dreamed of going on adventures in foreign lands. It was at the pub that a guard came rushing in saying that the stronghold at Caer Berkstead was under attack by the Norse and Albion. My ears perked a bit and Killaloe just shook her head. She looked to me and said, ″Go my friend the Norse are waiting for ye.″ I grabbed the first boat I could and headed to Albion hoping to catch an unsuspecting Troll. The siege was massive and casualties riddled the battlefield. I managed to land a few blows on a Kobold but he vanished and I wasn't sticking around so I vanished as well. The fight lasted quite a while and I ended up posting camp in the woods just east of there. I shall rest a bit, tend to my wounds and venture back to Midgard tommarrow.
Hunting the Norse has become near impossible lately. Since the Shamen have opened up some sort of portal system that allows them to move across their lands at unbelievable speeds, the Norse have been near impossible to track. I have been venturing to Albion lately to hopefully catch one of their war parties in the heat of battle. Unfortunately the local Albion don't like my presence very much and send me back home rather often. Im hoping that in the next few months we can manage to destroy this portal system so that I can once again stalk my prey. It is rare that you ever see a loan Norse anymore. Quite disheartening. Worst yet is my Nemesis has gone dormant. New warlords have taken his place. I fear the Kobold has taken his leave from the Norse army. I do hope he returns as I still have a dagger with his name on it.
4th Year, 8th Moon, 1st Day: Changing Winds
It has been many weeks since I last managed to write in my journal. The winds of the east have changed and the world has changed drammatically. Places I once knew have shifted and new regions have risen. It is my fear that their is evil at work here. Also the legions of Albion have grown strong. There are now 3 Albions to every Hibernian and my relations with them have grown weary. It has been some time since the people of Albion have welcomed me into their circles. The Infiltrator Harlan hunts me though I leave him be. Many others care not of my quest and hesitate not in slaying me. It is because of this that I now advoid the Albion, though I still assist them in their battles where I can. The Hibernians mostly welcome me though there are some there that wish me dead. Im hoping the winds settle soon so that i might once again learn the land. I long for another day hunting with Elyzaria, though I fear she may have forgotten me. It has been many months since our last meeting, and Tomi tells me she has grown quite a bit. I do hope i still reside in her heart. Well I must sleep now.
4th Year, 6th Moon, 30th Day: Storm in Midgard
How the lands have changed over my time in Midgard. War has not been friendly to the once thriving natural life here. I hear it is the same back home. I have spent much of my time the past few weeks learning the terrain of this everchanging land. Last night I grew very bold. With the help of several friends I managed to hang our banner over two different Midgard fortifications. In addition I can report 6 more slain norsemen.
In other news a letter from my sister tells of a strange firbolg guard whom is following her every move. I dont know what the King is up to but I've asked Clioe to try to find out. I do fear for my sisters safety and have Sinthea keeping a close eye on her.
It was only a few days since I traveled back to Midgard before I began slaughtering Norsemen again. The few days I spent in Hibernia secretly meeting with Clioe, Sinthea, Uan, and Giainny were much needed. My mind is much clearer now and my heart rests at ease that everyone at home is still well.
I sometime lay at night and wonder. Will ever be able to return to Hibernia again? Has love for Elyzaria banished me from my home land. The cold of Midgard has replaced the sun and warmth of Hibernia. I am trapped in an Ice dungeon while my friends and family grow old.
Not all is evil here though. The wolves keep me company and I bring them rabbits occasionally. They have welcomed me into their den and often times protect me.
Over the past 3 days I have killed 21 Norsemen, one which included the famed Stormur Vakten named Elekor Dragonhime wearing the Mayhem banner. In the fight which handed Elekor her end was one in which I had to use a bit of creativity. There were 3 Norse hunting the Crabs that night. Targonne, Kaark, and Elekor. Karrk was a Thane and could easily take me out if I fell under Elekor's stunning ability. I knew the only option I had was to split them up. I waited till Kaark was out of sight of the other two. He fought a crab and as he fought i quickly swept in slitting his throat and escaping to the east. I returned for the healer. She was resting to regenerate her strength so she could resurrect the thane I had just killed. I swept in and attacked. I figured with he low on power I might have a chance. I attacked with every bit of strength I had. Stun after Stun attempt failed. It was like the Gods prevented them from taking hold. I killed her and turned to the now quivering Targonne. He cast one spell on me which gave me a tiny scratch on my arm. I looked at him curiously then ran over to him and beat him with my staff until his blood covered the hill of the crabs. That was the 4th, 3 member party I killed in the past 2 days. I sense that the warmth of spring will bring more Norse to the frontier. I shall be waiting.
4th Year, 5th Moon, 26th Day: The Kings Desperation
I have been away for many moons. The king has placed a rather hefty bounty of 5 platinum pieces on my head, which has inspired the Siabra & the Far Dorocha to actively hunt me. I have been in hiding these past few weeks. Traveling all corners of the Midgard frontier. I spend some time with my dearest Elyzaria a few days back and told her of my situation. Her Gaelic is improving rather quickly. I'm amazed each time I see her as to the new words she has learned. I have slain a handful of Norsemen in my time away, though my book of names has been lost. Guess this just means I'll have to slay them again.
I am a bit fearful of what the King will do next. These bounties are getting large and rather ineffective. Avoiding guards and the local thugs is getting tiring. I just wonder what drastic measures the king will take. When I was a small boy my mother always told me that love would make you do things you never imagined. I never expected being hunted by my own countrymen. I'm not even sure whom I can trust any more.
I hear of the wonderful tales told at the log night, and my heart aches that I cannot be there. It is too risky for me to venture that close to Tir na nOg. Clioe and Sinthea send me the best parts and it keeps me entertained during these long cold nights but what would I give to be able to actually sit there in the warmth of Hibernia, drinking a nice stout, and laughing the night away. I can just picture Fiti telling one of her marvelous tales, gripping each and every member of the audience, or O'Muley sharing another adventure. I find it interesting that while my life is threatened day in and day out I do not fear death, I battle the harshest Norse winter yet I do not fear, I travel a thousand leagues yet I do not fear, I challenge the toughest warriors… and yet I do not fear, but the thought of never being able to return home again instills fear in my heart.
I have returned to Hibernia to document my journey. Should anything happen to me I have left a note for the children of Failte instructing them to the whereabouts of this here journal. It is time for me to go the guard rotation is almost complete.
The eternal winter that befalls Midgard gave no relief this past week. The harsh winds and snow stormed the hillsides making it difficult to track any Norse through the harsh climate. I made camp near the Norse keep Fensalir Faste, as it was close proximity to Dodins Grove and Svasud Faste. I spent several nights here battling the frigid winds from the west.
During my stay I managed to lay to rest seven Norse militia. One Troll Shaman named Ethaleth was a difficult hunt. I caught sight of the troll leaving Svasud Faste. By the bars on their shoulder, and the glimmering artifacts they carried, I knew they were much more experienced than I. I knew if I was to stand a chance I would have to wait for the most opportune moment.
I watched as they west quickly disappearing into the harsh snow. I lost sight of them but knew only one place that someone as highly skilled as that troll shaman would head alone... Dodens Grove. I made my way to the Grove and found the very same shaman sitting catching their breath and warming by a small fire. I crept up behind it, drew my blades and began slicing at the throat of the troll. Blood painted the walls as I cut deep into the troll. It swung at me 3 times missing every swing. By the 3rd swing the troll fell. I collected its head and returned to Hibernia to place it with my collection.
After resting a day I made my way into Darkness Falls to explore a bit. I managed to slay a few Norse in training before being sent home by the formidable shadowblade Songa.
I ended my week near my home town as I paid tribute to my family. I picked some more flowers and placed them in my bag and began heading to the main land again when I noticed a large scale fight going on at the Albion Mile Wall. The Norse and Hibernian's battled it out with every last breath. I noticed one Kobold Hunter named Kizo attempting to sneak away and attacked him. He was much more skilled than I but, I managed to slay him with a little help from a firbolg. I was given his head as token of my bravery in the battle and was complimented on my swordplay. At this point I felt enough blood had been shed for one weak so I set forth on my journey to our meeting place, in Fanach Mala.
In a time long ago there lived a tribe of Lephricauns who were well known craftsmen among the hills of Emain Macha. They were a peaceful tribe who found great joy in commerce and quality craftsmanship.
As the raiding parties from the winter cursed lands of the east came on their longships, trouble brewed in his homelands. In the path of these warmongers lied the village of Failté. All would be slain except for a few brave children who in a moment of haste escaped the clutches of death and abandoned all they loved in the quest for survival.
This is the story of Renny Conchobair, the son of Connor & Tessa Conchobhair and brother of Uan Conchobhair, one of the last remaining survivors of the nearly extinct tribe. He has traveled the lands in search of knowledge. He has been trained by the best assassins in the land. He hunts as a wolf, ripping the life from those responsible for his tribes demise. He will not rest until every last soul has been vanquished and will leave a trail of bloodshed in his path. His adventures begin here.