Sunday, 24 August 2025

Session 15

 2nd Woodsday of Petals

Valamonte, The Rune Knight approaches the cave on his warhorse, his body inscribed with stories and sigils and carrying a pillar of stone. He is sent by the Drowned Seer to aid the Company of the Black Fleece. Sir Davith and Sir Anastaz inform their fellow Knight about their plans. Mist rises from the nearby lake as they ride south. At noon they arrive at a strange forest, past crumbling pillars and broken statues.

2nd Armsday of Petals

The Rune Knight rises before dawn and hides behind a statue to carve a figure onto his body when the statue suddenly moves. The Grey Stone Hunter asks Sir Anastaz: “Who shall I punish?” but the Salt Knight remains silent. Should a Knight use foul magic to enact his revenge? Finally he says: “Lady Lydia of Szalai.” The Hunter answers: ”She shall be punished!” and disappears.

"Who shall I punish?"
They press on through a dark forest of twisted trunks and watched by silent toads until they reach a spiral of natural steps and find at its bottom a dried well that displays the story of the Feaster, a golden giant emerging from the sun to come down onto the Realm. He feasts on many before three brave Knights slay the giant.

They decide to turn east to finally conquer the mountain that had denied them, hoping to find the Elf. Instead they are approached by one of his heralds with cold eyes and strawlike hair. He carries a bow and presents it to Anastaz as a gift from his master. Reluctantly the Salt Knight takes it and holds it in his hands: An ornate bow, twisted like braided reeds with symbols of flowers and grain. “Bring news to your lord, that I will challenge him to a duel.” The scout agrees and turns around. At the summit the Knights rest.

More signs of harvest arriving early
2nd Riverday of Petals

They lead their horses down the mountain through ferns that grew to unusual height and observe from a vantage point the lands to the south: rolling hills covered in a sea of glowing poppies but when they pass through the field of flowers and under the glaring sun they cast no shadow. They see another herald carrying a snake and covering a distance with each step for which humans would need many more. The viper will bring a message to the King, they hear, and no one else. Sir Davith confronts the season scout and charges forward. He breaks his foot with a forceful blow. The scout is bound and pressured until he finally agrees to bring them to the Steward of Seasons. The viper eyes The Salt Knight and doubts his wisdom but Anastaz doesn't trust the symbol of treachery. From a blood red hill they see a large camp of tents and in between a warband each of scouts with swift bows and destroyers wielding golden falxes. 

Sunday, 17 August 2025

Session 14

1st Rainday of Sprouts

A rider approaches the cave at dawn: Sir Davith, The Tome Knight, short and stout and dressed in bright colours of esoteric design. He has been sent by another manifestation of the Tangled Seer to aid the company. Sir Davith consults the movement of birds and they decide to travel North through a dense forest in order to find an inspiring sight that might lift Sir Heldris' spirit. But they are turned back by spiky roots obstructing their path. When night falls they come upon a quiet glade within which stands a White Stone Hunter. She asks Sir Perilake gravelly:”Who shall I aid?” and without hesitation he firmly calls the name of The Dove Knight. Colmán, his sure footed steed, carries the broken man before the statue who embraces him and whispers: “Be still young Knight but be aware: Amid the stillen halt and hush, a poison blooms in grove alush”. Puzzled by the revelation but unburdened by doubt, hope returns to Sir Heldris.
The White Stone Hunter

1st Stillday of Sprouts

Under the canopy no breeze comforts the Knights. They pass trees with dead vines and a lake deep in the forest with ducks drowsy and placid from the strange warmth, until they reach the foothill of mountains where they can breath again. As they turn South they try to cross mounting dunes with treacherous ground, hooves trying to find purchase and failing. Heldris recalls the map he received on silken cloth and they ride West when Sir Davith perceives a figure striding forward confidently but with unnatural speed. The Knights spur their horses and intercept the straw haired herald. When confronted the elf declares impatiently: “ This rod I carry is a present for the Veiled Seer. Who dares to disturb my mission?” Sir Perilake announces himself and they weigh their options: To slay the elf or escort her to the Seer - but their curiosity overcomes their thirst for blood. They travel through darkness guided by their outlandish scout. Near the banks of the river she steps towards a solid rock wall that causes ripples as she passes through. The Knights follow her into a cave illuminated by a luminous pond and there, next to their bearded acolyte, sits The Veiled Seer, folds of flesh and horse-like hair where their face should be. They receive the Rod of Summer and say only one word to the Season Scout: ”Go!” The Company of the Black Fleece spend the night outside the cave knowing that the Seer will not speak again.

The Veiled Seer (sans the horns)

2nd Stonesday of Petals

In the morning the acolyte calls Sir Anastaz to come forth and speak to the Seer. “How can we stop the Elf to advance the seasons before their due time ”? And the Seer says:”Duel!” The Tome Knight observes the movement of fish to recall the location of the Dried Well where they expect the Elf to reside. Three times he asks and three times a carp swims to the surface and mouths its answer. They ride South.

Tuesday, 12 August 2025

Who is who in Barowia?

 The Company of the Black Fleece

active

Sir Perilake The Gilded Knight and his Squire Zoltan of Kranach. Proud and poised
Sir Anastaz The Salt Knight and his Squire Gundhilde of Szalai. Scowling and taciturn
Sir Heldris The Dove Knight, one-armed and formerly cursed by the Hound within. Calm and serene
Sir Heldris ambushed by the Hound in Shadow
inactive
Sir Ludmer The Trail Knight
Cormorant The Gull Knight
Lady Dragana The Hooded Knight
Lady Cadwyn The Mule Knight (dead)

The Houses
There are 6 major houses (ancestral seat / crest): ruler

Barow (current Seat of Power is Castle Barow / buck-head and star): King Andrasz
Karpat (Karpat Fortress / Crown and Flame): Lady Lamberta
Kranach (Kranach Castle / Key & Crane) Lady Zdenka
Masur (former Seat of Power is Castle Loadstone / honeycomb and crescent moon); unknown
Szalai (Szalai Keep / Rearing Horse): Sir Adalbert
Urban (unknown / Lock and Quill): unknown

A short history of Barowia
The Realm is ruled by King Andrasz of Barow who claimed the throne after invading from the North and driving out the old King Tadeausz of Masur.  During the war Szalai and Kranach joined forces with house Barow, the former rather quickly, the latter after terrible losses. Karpat surrendered eventually but never changed sides. The wounds of war have not been healed.

Dwellings (resource: leadership)
Swinjo: Pig farmers and fishers: Mayor Bogdan
Kozamost: goat herders and peat farmers: Mayor Mira
Bohat: farmers and apiarists: Lady Wendela of Urban

Factions
The Beekeepers: A secret society of nobles and vassals loyal to the former King Tadeusz of Masur. Their crest is a Beehive and Sickle
The Merchants Guildry of Szolnok and Mohacs: An association of merchants from the North  
Neighbours
Barowian Crownlands. A vast Realm of warring Duchies
East Masuria. Ruled by house Masur
Svenrijk. Landsknechts from Svenrijk supported King Andrasz during the war.
Altenburg. Rich and powerful supporters of house Kranach
Waldochia. Home of nomadic horse people and ruled by house Waldoch

Sunday, 27 July 2025

Session 13

 Night of the 1st Kinsday of Sprouts

A unnaturally warm wind plays with the campfire on a hill overgrown with brambles. Heldris and Anastasz join the Hooded Knight and hear the Jewelled Seer's question:”Have you seen The Child?" The Knights admit that they haven't seen it. They learn that the Seeker Knights search for the Child who holds the key to The City and are handed jewels that will allow the Seer to see through them. The next morning they leave westwards and at noon they reach the foot of the mountains. They search the area for a path that would lead them across when they notice smoke coming from a forge and see two gaunt figures in ornate bark armour emerging from a cave, dragging a struggling man between them. “Your blood will bring about the next season”, they declare with cold eyes and alien faces. The Hooded Knight slides into the shadows while Anastasz and Heldris draw their weapons and demand the release of the prisoner. The elves announce their names: Kilunar and Tasiviza and meet the Knights with their golden falxes. 

Kilunar
Kilunar inflicts a deep wound and breaks Heldris' spirit by matching every blow with one of their own until Lady Dragana skewers them with her glaive. The Salt Knight exchanges wild attacks with Tasiviza and the elf is finally struck down. The Knights ask the dying Season Destroyers for their goal but they only laugh. “Blood has been spilled, it is time for the tide of the seasons to rise.” Lady Dragana deals the final blow. The smith invites the Knights into his forge where he treats Heldris' wounds. He wears a wooden symbol around his neck, two crosses connected by a line (x-x) that symbolizes a cradle and he tells them about his faith: The Mother who will birth The Child. He promises to lead them over the mountains to the dried well that marks the place where the Feaster was slain.
Tasiviza
They follow the mountain path under a sky drained of all colours. When they reach the peak they see for a moment the beauty of the realm: a still lake to the west, ancient forests to the south and the fertile Ryba valley when suddenly a cold mist rises around them until all is hidden under a blanket of fog. They press on but soon get lost and if not for the Hooded Knight's foresight (to have Heldris mark their path with his glowing herbs smeared on the rock) they wouldn't have found their way back to a small copse of fir trees where they make camp for the night. Defeated by the mountain they return to the forge.
Mist covers the Realm

Monday, 21 July 2025

Session 12

 1st Silverday of Sprouts

The Salt Knight rejoins the company at the entrance to the mound that is marked by standing stones carved with the symbol of the sun. He steps into a narrow corridor that leads to a small tomb with a broken stone slab bones shining through the cracked stone. The skeleton inside holds a bronze chalice, verdigris partly covering the symbol of a strange wheel and when Anastasz pulls it from the dead man's grasp the bones turn to dust. Sir Heldris peers into the darkness of the only other exit, a sharp, alien smell wafting from the corridor. Lady Dragana inspects a cocoon dangling from the ceiling and finds behind it a cracked fresco depicting scenes of harvest. She perceives a faint draft from the cracks and Sir Heldris breaks the clay to reveal a hidden crawl space. The Dove Knight crashes his glowing herbs and prepares the tip of his spear with it before squeezing into the tunnel.

The Spider Mother
When he emerges through another clay fresco he recognises the chamber where Perilake had found the sword Rzeźnik. Before the company can move deeper into the barrow they hear the clicking of chitinous claws approaching. They kill the two wolfspiders emerging from the corridor and when they pass through, they finally meet the Spider Mother, a massive shape hiding in the shadows and crawling with spiderlings. Anastasz steps into the room and is ensnared in sticky webbing on the floor, while Dragana manages to throw her axe at the monster. Sir Heldris is dismayed when he hears the sound of another wolfspider approaching from behind. He drops his spear, meets the beast with his sword, driving it back with terrible blows. He dodges a spray of webbing and kills the creature. On the other side of the corridor the two Knights evade the Spider Mother's venomous fangs and skewer her with sword and glaive. They burn her nest and leave the mound. The poisonous fumes are dispersed by the wind.
Location of the Wolfspider Mound
They spend the night in the village. A banquet is held in their honour but they leave early in the morning while the villagers sleep off their hangover. Soon they cross the river and stand before the white castle of Kranach, where they are greeted by Lady Inga the Envoy, who manages to hide her disappointment that Sir Perilake is not present. After they had a chance to freshen up in luxurious rooms they are brought before Lady Zdenka to inquire about the Elf. She mentions that a herald with a foreign face and straw-like hair has been spotted in the mountains to the west. The Tangled Seer told the Knights that the Elf would be found “West of Swanstone [the old name for Kranach Castle] and South of the Needle Seer's relic.” Heldris recalls that the relic was rumoured to be near the place where The Feaster had been slain and asks her about the Legend of the Sun that never set. “There is a dried up well in the shadow of the mountains with rich carvings. They show a golden giant climbing out of the Sun. Legends say it marks the place where brave Knights had killed the Feaster.”
The Feaster
The Knights of the Black Fleece leave the castle at noon and ride westwards, through a dense forest of vine choked trees until in the evening they spot the smoke of a campfire on a hill and an ornate cart with horses and beasts of burden below it. The Hooded Knight approaches the campfire and is greeted by three Knights who belong to the Order of the Seekers. There is a heap of jewels next to them and a wolf gnawing on bones is chained to a tree. A grating voice from the heap, that sounds as if a diamond is slowly drawn over glass, asks. ”Have you seen The Child”?

Monday, 14 July 2025

Session 11

1st Riverday of Sprouts.

Perilake and Heldris meet at the ruin of the Eye: An elder tree growing out of a strangely spherical bolder. They meet Lady Dragana, the hooded Knight, who had been sent by the Endless Seer to assist the Company of the Black Fleece. They journey to Lake Ryba, north of Kranach, to seek out the Entangled Seer for guidance. At the shore of the lake they spot tall sunflowers, signs of summer in early spring and in the distance an island shrouded in mist. They meet a young acolyte, Marika, who offers to take them to the island on her boat. Her cruel smile made the knights cautious and they decide to leave Zoltan with her in the boat. They moor the boat next to a flat rock crawling with white crabs and carefully move around them into a dense forest, past a strange menhir with a star carved into the rock, until they reach the sanctum: A domed gazebo within which a mass of faces and appendices are writhing. They ask the Tangled Seer: “What is the biggest threat to the Realm?” and many voices answer: “If you fear for the Knights: The Axe will chop them down! If you fear for the King, the Elf will take his place.”

The sacntum of the Tangled Seer
And when asked about the Elf the many voices sing: “A steward of seasons, nature’s power bestowed - Our land bends to their whimsy, our lives no mercy showed” And when they ask where to find the steward of seasons the voices answer: “West of Swanstone, south of the reliquary of the Needle Seer, you’ll find the Elf.

Making their way back to the rock they find Marika and Zoltan and return to the southern shore of the lake, where they find their horses and spur them on towards Bohat. They arrive in the evening and are greeted by Lady Wendela who invites them into her home. They learn that the creatures of the barrow continue to prey on the village’s cattle even after Ser Perilake slew the eight legged monstrocity. Perilake swears to end this forever. Asked about the Needle Seer's reliquary she informs them that both King Andrasz and Lady Zdenka wish to retrieve it. Sir Heldris remembers a conversation with his friend Lady Hedwig who believed the relic to be just east of lake Obra and he recalls the legend of the Feaster, born of the Sun, who was rumoured to be slain South of the lake and that the ruin of that Myth can still be found there. Wendela shares with the Knights her worries about a cult that is gaining followers; The Church of the Child. They believe that the birth of the Child will bring eternal peace and bountiful harvest for ever.

The Wolfspider Mound
In the morning, they depart for the Barrow. The well that Perilake had used to infiltrate the mound has been sealed by soldiers of Kranach as promised and filled with rocks. The entrance is marked by standing stones carved with the symbol of the sun. The Knights enter a narrow corridor leading inside.

Saturday, 5 July 2025

Session 10 Winter

Between Seasons

Anastasz, The Salt Knight visits the Cured Seer in the hills East of Bohat, his sanctum a labyrinth of echoing caves, his desiccated body encrusted with salt. Anastasz tastes the Seer's salt and is granted a vision of wars to come.

Ludmer, The Trail Seer, upon hearing that he has incurred the wrath of the King, decides to leave the Realm and spend winter in the war-torn Northern Crownlands.

Perilake, The Gilded Knight teaches his Squire Zoltan the justice of Knights as a travelling judge in the mountains of Karpat.

Heldris, The Dove Knight asks Jakub the blacksmith to forge a prosthetic arm with a simple mechanism that allows him to attach a shield. When the village is visited by the siblings Lady Anastasia and Nicolai of Masur he decides to travel with them to Karpat. They don't know yet that Heldris had killed their brother, Prince Grigori of Masur.

Kozamost: A view of the Temple of the River in winter

Winter

Anastasz spends most of winter in the library of Barow Castle studying the history of the Realm. He learns that Zuraw, the sword he is wielding, once belonged to Sir Zigmunt of Kranach, the grandfather of Perilake's Squire. He also finds out that Sir Grigori, the noble whom Heldris had killed in the bog south of Kozamost was next in line to become King of Masur. He reveals to King Andrasz the conspiracy of the Beekeepers and is rewarded for his loyalty by allowing him to pick any Squire he wishes. He choses Gundhilde of Szalai for her devotion to the Realm. He investigates the tunnels under Barow Castle and finds a spy hole to the chamber of the King's Council. A member of the conspiracy, the Courtier Ida of Masur, is exposed and later executed.

Heldris is invited to Karpat Fortress by his friend Hedwig but when she shares her life story, a sad tale of greed and betrayal, their friendship is in peril. The Dove Knight investigates the conspiracy of the Beekeepers and concludes that Lady Lydia of Szalai must be the mysterious Queen L. He receives a message from an unkown Seer who reveals the location of their sanctum North of lake Obra. Heldris spends the rest of winter crafting a beautifully illustrated parchment that holds the notes to a melody from his home and instructions about the unfamiliar tuning of the instrument to play it. The Tankard Knight accepts the present and their broken friendship is mended. 

It's always foggy in Karpat. 

Perilake spends winter at Kranach Castle the holding of Zoltan's family. He visits the prosperous village of Bohat to investigate the reason for their missing sheep. In an ancient burial mound he slays an eight legged monster and finds a magic sword. He falls in love with Lady Inga Svensdottir the envoy of the castle and begins courting her. He then learns that his Squire is driven to find a traitor to house Kranach. He is seeking revenge for the death of Sir Zigmunt, his grandfather, who died at the Battle of the Red Reeds. Perilake knows that it was Lady Dagmar who betrayed the position of Kranach troops to the enemy but he hasn't told his Squire.

Ludmer arrives in the Crownlands as winter begins. On his travels North he and his steed Věrný are bitten by spiders and both fall ill but they are healed by a huntsman. He carries a man who can't walk but takes the life of another: Miro a former guard of his father. He finds seven ominous standing stones, meets a magnificent fox and keeps her fangs. The Trail Knight struggles through frozen thorns to find a village in need of a hero. But his quest has just begun ...


Monday, 14 April 2025

Session 9

Afternoon of the 3rd Riverday of Bales

East of Karpat Fortress

The three Knights are lying flat on their stomachs watching guards gamble at the entrance to the cave. They are high up a steep forest path looking down on the clearing and the wide mouth of the cave doesn't reveal what hides inside. The Knights are quietly approached by Cadwyn the Mule Knight. She had been sent by the Green Seer to aid the Company of the Black Fleece. She suggests to distract the guards with her glamour that makes her appear as a humble peasant. While she prepares her entrance Heldris sneaks behind a tree near the guards and Anastaz and the Gilded Knight take positions above the cave mouth. While Cadwyn presents her self prepared rations to a many ringed mercenary Heldris rushes in from the right and Perilake and Salt Knight jump down on the unsuspecting guards who are quickly taken out. Lobosch, a soldier, begs the Knights to care for the wounded and is heard. Perilake returns to Mateusz, Zoltan and the spearmen and sends them down the hollow way, while the Gilded Knight return to the clearing the way he came.

The Cave entrance

Heldris carefully checks the cave entrance: Reflected light from deeper within the cave illuminate a forge and a carpentry workshop, a freshly built catapult and the construction of another siege weapon in progress. The sun is about to set as Perilake returns. Lobosch volunteers to act as a messenger but the Knights need guaranties and they bind his hands and follow him into the cave with Zoltan pointing a spear at his back.

They hear singing and talking and laughing as they follow a tunnel that broadens into a large cave where Sandor in his grey cloak sits on a diwan of wood and furs. Braziers illuminate dozens of soldiers and mercenaries sitting on rugs, furs and arrases cover the walls. Lobosch enters the cave with his bound hands raised. “Parley!”he shouts.

Sandor waves the Knights closer and they parley. The Knights tell him about Mateusz and that the Sheriff knows about their hideout. They urge him to flee but he just laughs it off. “I have a reputation to maintain. If you pay me well, I remain loyal until the end.” He won't disband his warband and he won't leave. They suggest a trial by combat, Cadwyn the Mule Knigh against Sandor the Hawk. They will fight until one of them yields. If Cadwyn wins the mercenaries will leave the Realm. If Sandor wins that Knights will leave him in peace.

The Bandit's Hideout (minus the bandits)

The fighters circle each other: Cadwin in flowing motions, Sandor in a deadly dance around her. Finally Sandor strikes, a vicious blow that Cadwyn barley parries. But Sandor is relentless and strikes Cadwyn down. “Do you yield?” he bellows. She surreptitiously takes something from her pouch and extends her hands and he grabs them ready to help her up. She pulls herself up and closer to him whispering:” I never yield!”exposing her hellfire chestnuts to his skin. The explosion tears them both apart. Ears ringing and nobody hears the screaming from the mercenaries who flee in great numbers. Finally Lobosch approaches. Although technically a tie he agrees to honour the agreement.”You bought yourself a winter of peace. We will leave the Realm … for now!”

Wednesday, 19 March 2025

Session 8

 Night of the 3rd Armsday of Bales, Eldermass

Karpat Fortress

The Knights are taken to their quarters, narrow rooms with high ceilings and strange angles. There arrival may have been foretold - or maybe the rooms know which Knights they will accommodate – as traditional pagan icons (or small paintings) of their respective Seers hang on the wall. Sir Andrasz peruses a strangely spiky iron bookcase of spiritual texts and sheet music, while Perilake's room is dominated by a rusty suit of armour with a notable hole at the back of the ancient helmet. Heldris marvels at the misty abyss outside the arrow slit windows.

After they are refreshed they are taken by servants to the Great Hall where the court of Lady Lamberta of Karpat is sitting at a long banquet table. The room is filled with candlelight. Hushed conversations and a lone eerie flute playing sacred music are the only sounds. The Lady, a short woman with greying hair under a simple iron crown, sits next to her equally unassuming husband. She laments the lack of spirituality in the realm that is exemplified by the rise of heretic cults and she congratulates the Knights for making an end to sect of the Eye. She warns them about another cult, the followers of the Child who are gaining popularity among her vassals. Nothing else of importance is said as soon the Lady invites the Knights to a meeting of her Council where such matters belong.

The Grand Hall (shown here before the banquet)

Lamberta bows to the altar of the throne room and gestures the Knights of the Council and her guests to take a seat at the round table. Tonda kneels next to her with a bucket of leeches in order to conduct a blood letting of the ailing ruler. In the case of the bandits it is decided that the Sheriff will aid the Knights to get rid of the threat to the law. Soon after Lamberta excuses herself due to deteriorating health. She waves with her ringed hand – the one placed upon her under oath to not remove it by King Andrasz the Ring Knight – and the Knights of the Brotherhood conclude that matters are discussed that the King shouldn't hear.

Indeed it is explained that Mateusz will only be accompanied by a few spearmen as the warband is needed to be ready to protect Karpat's claim over the peat bog when the tax collectors arrive for the Tithe. Tonda returns and exchanges nervous glances with the Envoy, Adalgunde of Kranach as Perilake demurs that the decision of the King should be respected but the Steward, Dorota of Masur, an older haggard looking woman, sharply disagrees.

After the meeting Anastasz takes Tonda aside to a small turret where they sit in the cushioned window sill. He mentions the Beekeepers and shows her the letter they found on Sir Grigori's body. Tonda turns pale before she composes herself. Her flirty demeanour is gone and she leans in to say.”If such a group exists what would you want to tell them?” She talks about certain opportunities that would arise from a change of leadership, maybe a Holding for those who aid the new ruler. Anastasz suggests a meeting and Tonda promises an answer within a couple of days never confirming that the Beekeepers even exist or that she might be associated with them in any way.

It is midnight when the Knights return to their rooms. Heldris finds two chestnuts, one dead and crumbling, one containing no fruit but an entangled ball of string. Many theories are suggested: A message from the Seers on such a holy day perhaps? Zoltan who had been on watch at the stable arrives and reports that a masked figure has left the castle at midnight and the Knights suspect them to beTonda. And indeed when they break into her room it is empty and nobody had slept in her bed.

Mateusz alarmed by the noise confronts the Knights, but Perilake assures him that their fear for the safety of the Leech is justified: Maybe the bandits have taken her prisoner. Mateusz and his men search the castle. Long after midnight the noise of the search subsides and the Knights finally find some sleep.

A mountain cave

Morning of the 3rd Riverday of Bales

The leave at dawn with Mateusz and his men and ride down the mountain pass until at noon they arrive at a hollow way in a mountainous forest. Above them on a plateau they see the walls of a hexagonal building. They leave the horses with Mateusz and his men and climb up the cliff where they enter the ruined temple. Seven stone seats are the only furnishings left. Each has a skull placed on it, the crest of a Knight roughly scratched into each seat. A flame weasel gnaws the skull that is placed on the seat that bears Perilake's crest. Perilake feeds it and is bitten playfully by the strange creature. A rush of clarity and purpose pulses through the Gilded Knight's body. They search the plateau and find some footprints, a path leading north and behind some shrubs the entrance to a cave that they follow for a long time until it ends in a fortified door that is barred from the other side. They return and follow the path to a clearing where four soldiers guard the entrance to another cave. They climb above them and prepare to attack.

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

The Eye VII / Session 7

3rd Stonesday of Bales


In a swamp south of Kozamost

They wake up before dawn to the smell of roasted bread and a constant light rain. The knights peel themselves out of the damp bedrolls while Zoltan is serving breakfast. The Prey Seer is massaging her bandaged hand at the campfire. The sun is still a mere suggestion in the sky as they make their way south-east along the track of the parade wagon deeper into the swamp

All morning the rain continues. Only the croaking of toads in the sloughs break the silence as they follow the Prey Seer. The landscape turns even more desolate, until at noon the company arrives at the badlands. The parade wagon is lying on its side in the mud. Nearby the acolytes of the Eye kneel before the boulder standing under a dead tree. The earth begins to tremble ...

“This is the place.” Her voice trembles with fear or excitement, “Drive your steeds between it and the acolytes, they will be too scared to intervene. Let the Eye come for me. Attack it from all sides.” She turns towards you and whispers so that only you can hear her: ”Remember the relic. Break the symmetry and the Eye won't return.” She starts walking towards the epicentre of the quake, the branch of the elder tree raised over her head.

The Eye rises

A hulking stone eye on four squat legs erupts. The Knights charge. Perilake hits it from the side with his great mace, stopping its forward momentum towards the Seer. Anastas, Heldris and Zoltan struggle to find purchase in its stony hide. The creature attempts to crush Perilake but the Gilded Knight deflect its attack on him. Heldris armour absorbs the blow, as does Anastasz. But the Eye opens into an obscene maw. The Knights attack from all sides trying to chip away at the stone creature. Perilake smashing the eye square in the pupil as its maw closes. It reels, and then shrugs off the attacks and moves towards the Seer.

Anastasz and Heldris try to repel it away from the Seer whose face is in rapture at meeting her fate. The great Maw descends upon her. Before Heldris can leap between the Eye and Seer Anastasz stays his hand. The Seer is consumed and terribly mauled by the Eye’s crunching maw. She screeches in pain and ecstasy. The ground below the Eye opens and it tries to flee back in to the earth. Perilake smashes it in the side and prevents it from escaping. Zoltan leaps atop it, his dagger blows bolstering the slaying blow that is struck by Anastasz, who heaves his bastard sword into the obsidian pupil, exploding black ichor. It falls to the ground, it’s animated features turning into dead stone, Zoltan wheeling from its back and nearly being crushed before Perilake snatches his squire away. Perilake picks up the Seer’s fallen branch and buries it in the earth where she fell. Strangely the branch takes root and grows into an Elder Tree. The knights kneel and respect the fallen, Janka, the elderly tanner who was among the acolytes, joins them in reverence.

Karpat Fortress

3rd Woodsday of Bales

They travel North to the sanctum of the Prey Seer with her relic. Janka swears to watch over this place of power until a new Seer is called forth.

The Knights decide to follow up on the mysterious warband. Bartek had shown them the secret hideout of the mercenaries in a region just east of Karpat Fortress. How is this taking place under the nose of Karpat? They were well informed, well resourced, well paid. Could Lady Lamberta aid them? Could she be the mysterious Queen of the Beekeepers? And what about Lady Dagmar the Marshall of Karpat who was blackmailed by Bianka Altenburg, the Iron Knight. Is this even related to the mystery of the beekeepers? The Brootherhood of the black Fleece decide to travel to the Fortress in the hope of finding some answers. They make camp at the banks of the Hleb,

3rd Armsday of Bales

When they cross the river they come upon a maze of stony crags. A message carved in the rock reads All the knights will feel the Axe. They follow a winding path up a low sandstone mountain range until they reach an ornate bridge carved with traditional shapes and stylized animals. Before them lies Karpat Fortress a labyrinth of towers and dark spires connected with steep stairs. Lady Hedwig leads them to the throne room where the ruler Lady Lamberta prays before an altar. She invites the knights to refresh after the travel and join her in the evening for a meal with her Court.  

Monday, 17 March 2025

Interlude: Stories of Knighthood

2nd Stillday of Bales

In a swamp south of Kozamost

Ludmer, the Trail Knight
"Sir Perilake, the story of your ascension to knighthood is one told up and down the land. But I've never heard it from the horse's mouth, if you'll forgive the expression. I do know that it is a story of pious joy, concerning a hateful mentor and a desire for security, driven by a sense of duty. Also, a mighty mustelid!"

Perilake the Gilded Knight
Perilake smiles, but there is a sadness in his eyes. "I squired under my mentor, Sir Cyrion. A harsh man to be true. Hateful is not the word I would have used; though I know the smallfolk who suffered the lash of his tongue - and indeed, all too frequently his hand, would differ. Yet I owe so much to his lessons and his wisdom, bitter though it often was." He takes a seat by the fire, and bids Zoltan to sit by him "He wore this armour before me, and he had me polish it so brightly that he could shave by its reflection each morning. In truth, it oft felt as though his reflection was the only thing that truly existed to Sir Cyrion. But what Knight does not seek glory? I was his squire, and it was my duty to serve. We spent many seasons on the tourney field or in the halls of friendly lords, Sir Cyrion always cutting a fine figure amongst the nobility. Prestige was more his calling than a life of the trails, but he certainly earned it - no challenge was beyond the Gilded Sir Cyrion. If danger and death was the price of glory, he would pay it in full."

"In my final year as a youth sworn into his service, Sir Cyrion undertook a quest to slay a great beast of the forests. A huge and terrible mustelid as Sir Ludmer says - a great and dire badger, larger even than Blacwyn in his full span - was seen in the Lord's woods. It made no secret of its passing, driven mad by some dark plague, yet though we often caught glimpses of it through the bracken, it seemed impossible to find, to corner."

"In frustration, my lord sent our followers - a few canny woodsmen from the local village, bound by the Baron into our service - to search the woods. None came back but one, who refused to go further. My lord whipped him, and me when I stood between them." Perilake stirs the fire with sudden vigour "But such was oft the nature of my lessons as a youth, and not all were earned by virtue." "Left without guides, we wandered the forests looking for the beast and in our search came across a wonderful and terrible figure; the Enthrowned Seer." He glances towards the Prey Seer, who sits silently by the flames.

 "Within a sheltered clearing deep within the woods, a man sat. Or so I thought at first. Yet his throne was he, and he his throne; silver and steel and gold, entwined with flesh and wood and more, in a place of silence and power." "He bade us approach - on our knees. Sir Cyrion refused, and pushed me forward in his stead. I pleaded with the Seer for guidance, and he saw favour. With a strange smile, he spoke loudly. I will never forget his words." "He leaned forward and placed one hand upon my shoulder from atop his twisted chair and spoke: 'To find the beast, not one gilded knight will suffice. The only way this hunt shall succeed is if it is pursued twice - by knight, not squire, or you shall both suffer the beast's sickened ire. And so I say your service is at end. No longer a steward's son or a servant, today a Knight - to this land sworn forever to defend'." "He bid me rise, and Sir Cyrion glowered from the edge of the clearing, yet even in his high standing he respected the wisdom of the Seers. From that point on, we were no longer lord and master - but knights. When next we came across the beast's trail, Sir Cyrion did not bid me to stand back but asked for me to lead the charge whilst he encircled it." "Together, we pinned it between us, though the chase and the battle was fierce, working as equals we were its match and put it to rest."

A vile creature of the forest

Perilake looks up and smiles at the others. "I could not do justice to the battle, but it was the fiercest I had ever faced in my service. And when it was over, Sir Cyrion pulled me to my feet and clasped my shoulder, and greeted me as his brother knight." "We travelled together for some time afterwards... until we undertook a voyage to distant shores. An ill-fated voyage, brought short by another great beast. It was then that Sir Cyrion passed from this world - and passed his armour to me..." Perilake's hands brush the shining metal of his namesake. "But that is a story for another time."

Referee
It is afternoon. The multiplied sun has dipped on the horizon during Perilake's story. Large peaceful dragonflies are hovering over the grass while Zoltan gathers more dry wood for the fire. From time to time he glances over at the Guilded Knight with newfound admiration.

Ludmer, the Trail Knight
"An inspiring story masterfully told, Sir Perilake. You truly are the most noble among us. As skillful with your words as you are with your arm." Ludmer breaks a few eggs into a pan, into another he puts some bread to roast. Looking at Sir Anastaz, he asks: "I wonder if Sir Anastaz is worth his salt as a storyteller the same way Sir Perilake is. What is the story behind the flask you're bearing, Sir Anastaz? Did it ever prove a boon in your adventures?"

Anastaz the Salt Knight
"I am not a man of many words, but I can try: I, too, was a squire, under Sir Kolosz. He was well past his prime, but a kind man and a virtuous knight. He taught me much of chivalry and protecting the weak. He had had one squire before me, a man by the name of Krisztof. Krisztof was a charming young fellow and a talented swordsman, but Sir Kolosz told me that his ambition, his desire to be famed and adored, had poisoned his heart. I, on the other hand, was totally committed to the Knight's Code: a complete idealist... naïve even. Nevertheless, Krisztof had quickly found tutelage under another Knight and completed his training."

"One day, Sir Kolosz and I came to a village suffering from drought, where we encountered Krisztof, now called the Hive Knight. Armored in wood and leaves, he smelled sickly sweet. We discovered he had given up hope that anything could be done for the villagers, hoping only to raise their spirits by keeping them in the tavern playing music all through the night. Sir Kolosz was appalled at the Hive Knight's cowardice and sloth, and we embarked across the barren land to the Bright Seer, a kingly figure clad in gold and orange raiments, whose sanctum shone with brilliant fires."

"He showed us a vision of a relic with the solution to the villagers' problem, an unending flask of fresh water, which could be found in a remote cave. We trekked toward the cave, but before we entered, Sir Kolosz was overcome by a fit and had to rest. We stayed there for a time, but his condition showed no sign of improving, so I offered to retrieve the relic myself. I crept through the cave, dispatching or bypassing the few creatures and natural hazards which protected the flask, and finally came to a glowing basin of water, with a flask of mottled stone at the bottom. I retrieved it, but when I returned to the mouth of the cave, I found the Hive Knight waiting for me."

Sir Krisztof, The Hive Knight

"He had followed us and waited for me to collect the flask so he could claim it for himself. He demanded the flask, but I refused, shocked that a Knight could be so corrupt. We dueled: he surely thought that with him a Knight and me a squire that his victory was assured, but his overconfidence was a weakness I could exploit. In the end, I feinted, but I wounded him far more gravely than I had intended, nearly separating his torso from his legs. His blood was dark and thick, like sap. I watched in terror and amazement as he feebly crawled into the corner of the cavern and set himself alight."

"I returned to Sir Kolosz, and we returned to the village. The villagers, no longer dying of starvation and thirst, had reason for dancing and singing. It was important to Sir Kolosz that I be knighted before he passed from this world, and we went back to the Bright Seer. The Bright Seer saw fit to knight me, but in his wisdom, he showed me one last vision. He held a piece of coal to my lips, and I saw the suffering of all the peasants in the village, the grief of those who had lost friends or family members. It was a... challenging revelation. I have heard rumors of the Hive Knight since then, so I presume he still, somehow, lives. Sir Kolosz died not long after, in his bed. His last words were a request for water. I have not unsealed the flask since then."

"Does that answer your question, Trail Knight?"


Ludmer, the Trail Knight
"It does, Sir Anastaz, it does. More importantly, it shows the depth this salty stillness of yours conceals. You are truly a noble soul and a storyteller to put all of us to shame." Ludmer collects the dishes, cleaning them with sand and ashes, before stowing them away "What about your wings, Brother Heldris? I've been meaning to ask. Am I correct in recognizing these beautiful feathers as hawk feathers? Your harness and its wings are very well crafted and maintained so I assume they tell a story of wealth and pride, do they not?"

Heldris the Dove Knight
Heldris looks musingly at the Salt Knight, wondering how many stories hide behind his calm appearance, and happy to have been deemed worthy of hearing his story as well as those of their friends. He turns to Ludmer. "You know your fauna well my friend, but between these hawks feathers, some gentle dove ones hide as well, let me tell you how my wings came to be..."
"I grew up in a castle on a Western land beyond the Sea. Steep rocky cliffs, before a jagged shoreline, sweetened from time to time by a quiet inlet. Where white seabirds lay their nest, between delicate shrubs. Inland, green pastures under a constant drizzle. We keep the Sun in high regard there, for when She shows her blissful rays and chases the rain away, we rejoice our green land even more. I am the second son, and as soon as I was old enough, I started following my dear brother Cadwr as a squire. We set out for the Great Forest in the north, where a horrid winged beast was rumoured to dwell. After days of travelling through the dark woods, we finally stumbled upon its lair. Before us, distorted by the elongated shadows of the trees, stood a horrid beast. The head of a hawk, the body of a serpent, the wings of a bat. I handed the spear to my brother who charged without fear. As soon as he reached the monster, his spear broke against its awful scales. He was quickly unhorsed, the blow sent him against a rock where he lay dead, his last breath leaving through the tall dark trees. I turned tail and stumbling and tripping I reached a clearance, where I finally fell on the ground and stopped. “Enough running,” I said to myself, “I’ll have my revenge dear brother of mine, or I’ll die trying and be with you again."

"I drew my sword and as I turned to face the horrid beast, through the clearing I saw the Sun shine as bright as ever She did. I stupidly looked up, away from my enemy, and I swear I saw the face of the Sun smiling down at me. As I lowered my gaze, before me a white dove was pecking calmly on the ground. The horrid beast lying slain before me, my sword covered in thick dark blood. An eerie calmness throughout the woods. I looked at the dove, and it was a bird no more. A strange woman, her skin as if burnt from the Sun, but as if beautifully carved, was standing before me. I was made a Knight that day. I’ve been carrying the freedom of wings and the constraint of revenge with me ever since."

The Sundlit Seer (artist's impression)
Anastaz the Salt Knight
Anastaz has been staring solemnly at the ground since he finished his story. As Heldris's story concludes, the Salt Knight reaches out a hand and squeezes Heldris' shoulder.

"And you, Trail Knight? From whence came your unwavering principles? Your revulsion at Mira and that knight Cormorant surely has a tale behind it?"


Ludmer, the Trail Knight
"Of course, my brother. Let me gather my thoughts, so as to not miss any pertinent details."

Referee
The Suns - now low on the horizon - are throwing strange shadows around the Knights and the hunched Seer. The evening is approaching and with it mist rises over the tall grass. A day of stories has almost come to an end

Ludmer, the Trail Knight  
Ludmer pours himself another cup of tea, inhaling the familiar, bitter aroma. He leans back, his eyes on the rising mist beyond the firelight. For a moment, his face is unreadable, etched in shadows and flame. He swirls the tea in his cup, watching the ripples settle before finally speaking. “I’ve been told a story gains meaning by the way it’s told. But mine...” His voice trails off as he stares into his cup, the red-tinted liquid catching the light like blood. “Mine is not one of valor or honor. It’s one of fire and smoke. Of ashes.” He sips his tea, letting the bitterness linger on his tongue before continuing. “I was born to wealth. Not earned—never earned—but taken. My father was called Slavomír, and he ruled our land with an iron hand. ‘Glory of the People,’ he called himself, as though their suffering crowned him.” Ludmer sets the cup down, fingers lingering on the handle. “His people were his cattle. His fields were their burden. They toiled, bled, and starved, all to feed his endless hunger for comfort. The finest silks, spices from distant lands, teas that danced on the tongue... all paid for by the backs of men and women who had nothing but callouses to call their own.” His eyes flick to the others, lingering for a moment on Sir Anastaz, before returning to the fire. “He saw himself as a father to his subjects, a shepherd to his flock. But he was the wolf in their midst, cloaked in finery, his teeth hidden behind honeyed words. He called it his ‘duty’—his right by birth. And the smallfolk suffered beneath him, bound by blood to his service.” Ludmer’s fingers tighten around the cup until his knuckles turn white. “I was to inherit it all. That throne of lies. That legacy of pain.”
Sitting on a Throne of Lies: King Slavomir

He lets out a breath, slow and measured, the steam from his tea curling like smoke. “I hid from him, in his library, surrounded by gilded tomes filled with self-flattery and delusion. But behind those books, in the dust and shadow, I found the truth. Words written by ancestors who ruled differently—who saw stewardship, not tyranny.” His voice drops, almost a whisper. “They knew what he would not—that power was not to be taken, but earned. That to rule was to serve. And in those pages, I learned of the price paid for his luxuries... of famine and sickness. Of broken backs and hollow faces. Of children who died so he could sip tea from the farthest corners of the world.” He picks up his cup and takes a long drink, his eyes hardening. “I could not unsee it. Could not unread the truth. The words burned in me, hotter than any flame. They would not let me rest.”

His gaze lifts, fixed somewhere beyond the firelight, lost in memory. “I confronted him. Told him what I knew. He laughed. Called me a fool. A child. Told me I did not understand the burden of power. The burden of rule.” His voice hardens, iron beneath the calm. “He was wrong.”

Ludmer’s eyes snap back to the fire, the flames reflected in his gaze. “I stood before his throne—his throne of bone and blood, built on the suffering of my people—and I renounced it. Called him a thief. A despot. He called me ungrateful. Traitorous. A son who had forgotten his duty. He tried to strike me, as he always did. But this time, I stood firm.”
His hand drifts to his side, fingers brushing the worn gambeson. “He always wore his armor. Polished to a mirror’s gleam, as if he could hide his cruelty behind that golden sheen. But he never expected to be struck by his own blood. With his own steel.”
His fingers tighten around the fabric, his voice low. “I killed him. There, on that cold stone floor, surrounded by the wealth he had stolen. I killed him, and I burned that castle to the ground. Burned every last remnant of his reign. Watched it fall into ashes.”
He lifts his head, looking at the others, his face a mask of resolve and grief. “I rode away with nothing but this gambeson meant to be worn beneath gilded plate, my brother’s crow-beak axe, and my horse, Věrný. Faithful when all else was ashes.”

His voice softens, fingers brushing the crow-beak axe. “I rode for weeks, the smoke never leaving my nostrils. I caught this cough... a bitter reminder of the poison he spread. This tea...” He lifts the cup “...it helps. I suppose that’s why I drink it so often. To wash out the taste of his ashes.”

He finishes his tea, letting the silence hang, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the soft whisper of the rising mist. “I fled. Rode until I had nothing left. Until I was nothing. That’s when The Welcomed Seer found me. Half-dead, my soul burned to cinders. They called me a knight. Told me I had a duty to the land. To protect it. To atone.”
He places the cup down with a hollow clink, his eyes fixed on the dregs at the bottom. “Perhaps they saw something worth saving. Or perhaps they knew... a burnt forest is only fertile when the ashes settle.” He looks up, his gaze meeting each of his brothers, calm and steady. “So that’s my tale. Not of honor, nor glory. But of a throne I would not take, and a fire I would not put out.” He leans back, his shoulders relaxing, the tension finally leaving his face.

“Right then. Tea, anyone?”


Referee

And with Ludmer's last words the cursed suns in the sky are replaced by the pale harvest moon. The Knights of the Black Fleece are sitting in silence for a while, sipping their tea and listening to the sounds of the swamp: Crickets chirping and fat toads croaking in the dark.

Zoltan
Across the fire, Zoltan pulls his cloak around him, his eyes bright with more than the glow of the fire. It lingers longest on the Trail Knight....

Sunday, 16 March 2025

The Eye VI

 Afternoon of the 2nd Rainsday of Bales  

Kozamost

Referee
You exchange stories about Bartek, the soldier of fortune, the strange jars, the ambush and the grotesque procession before returning to the village. Mira is leaving her house with a candle and approaches you: "The Prey Seer would like to speak to you, my Lords" The short woman looks up at you with a worried expression, "something is not right with her." Inside the house, the tabels and chairs are moved to the side. It is dark apart from a lone candle. The Prey Seer sits on the ground, with her back to you scribbling with a piece of charcoal her stick figures onto the wall. You see her right hand is bandaged and there is a trickle of blood running down her arm

Perilake the Gilded Knight
"My lady Seer.... What happened?"

Referee
Her whispers are barely audible over the scratching of charcoal on the wall: "The dreams ... they show me the way ... but something needs to remain." She turns her head to the side, where a wooden box lies on the table." I know where the Eye hides, and I know what it wants ... and it is ...". She trails off.

Heldris the Dove Knight
The Dove Knight looks at the Prey Seer with honest concern. “What did you see in your dreams?” And as drawn by some invisible force, he turns to the wooden box and steps towards it. With the utmost reverence, Heldris slowly opens the box and peers inside.

Referee
"I see a great eye growing out of the earth. It sprouts legs and hunts me and I run and run ... but I will run no more!" On the lid of the simple box there is the symbol of a tree burned into the wood. Inside is a severed ring finger. She turns around, her expression is ecstatic: "Together we will peer into the eye: we will face the beast and It will be beautiful!"

Anastaz the Salt Knight
Anastaz, arms folded, leaning against a wall, speaks up. "What can we do to fight this threat?"
The Prey Seer
Referee
"It is cunning and strong and it knows we are coming. But it is not invincible." She looks from one Knight to the other."I will lead you and if it is time I will distract it so that you can strike it down".

Anastaz the Salt Knight
"Where does it reside? Does it even have a body that can be wounded?"

Referee
"It has a body and it can be hurt but ...", she shakes her head slowly, " ... it will be like carving stone. The acolytes of the Eye sing: 'My god is like a web of a thousand roots that drink in silence,' Her eyes shine brightly in the dark, "It lives underground until the time comes.” There is a strange excitement in her voice. “It will emerge from the ground or we will pull it out into the light.” She turns back to her scribbling and the figures start dancing in the flickering of the candlelight. “Go to sleep my holy warriors and rest: Tomorrow we will go into battle!"

Heldris the Dove Knight
“Whose finger is this?" Heldris asks the Seer, in a distressed tone.

Referee
"It is mine. It is that which will remain even if I am gone. When the Eye is banished ..."she corrects herself "IF it is banished, we will live happily ever after." She turns around to face you, "Or if it prevails others will pick up the mantle and fight it." Her eyes are reflective like cats eyes and there is this strange feeling of excitement again."But if we both vanish, something has to remain to break the symmetry. Promise me, young Knight, to take the relic back to my sanctuary if I'm gone."

Heldris the Dove Knight
The Dove Knight suppresses a sudden feeling of discouragement, and straightens his back. "On my honour, I'll do so, if the future demands it." He then closes the lid of the box, and inquires about the charcoal drawings the Seer has been making.

Referee
"I am the Prey Seer." She only says, turns around again and returns to her drawings. The stick figures depict tiny people bowing and hunching. In the shadows in between there are giant shapes, ugly worms and monsters devouring the figures.

Morning of the 2nd Stillday of Bales

Referee
Before dawn Mira has brought you a simple meal of bread and cheese and left remaining silent the whole time. When you finished the breakfast you see the Prey Seer walking slowly towards the southern entrance to the village. A group of peasants parts, letting her pass between them. The sun is low in the cloudless sky and everything is quiet.

Perilake the Gilded Knight
Zoltan mumbles something that sounds like a question and points towards the Seer, a look of confusion on his face. Perilake follows his gaze, and then exchanges glances with his companions before springing to his feet. "The ways of the Seers are strange my young Squire, and we knights are often left-" he grabs a slice of bread and some cheese as he stands "- hurrying to follow the footsteps of fate. Gather our gear and the horses, and meet us down the trail. I will make sure the Prey Seer does not meet any predators. And don't worry about polishing my plate, it still shines from your previous ministrations."
Perilake strides through the village until he walks closely by the Prey Seer, nodding at the villagers between bites of his rushed breakfast. A few warm smiles from those who worked in the fields alongside the two knights warm his heart as much as the rising sun

Anastaz the Salt Knight
Anastaz stands outside in the crisp air of the early morning, silently grooming Tibor, his gear cleaned and polished for the trials ahead.

Heldris the Dove Knight
Heldris proceeds to slowly saddle his horse and gather his provisions with one hand, painfully trying to rewrite in his head what used to be ordinary routine gestures and movements. From time to time, his fellow knights step in to help tighten a knot, to roll up a cloth, and as fast as they appear they soon go back to work on their stuff, silently and mindfully letting the Dove Knight do by himself what they know he can manage to do.

Referee
You travel along the banks of the river for some time, mist swirling over the water, until you reach the place where you met the acolytes. “You know, kind Janka was among the acolytes”, the Prey Seer says to no one in particular before following the track the wagon ploughed through the tall grass southwards. At noon the Prey Seer stops and turns around looking confused. There are three identical tracks leading away in all directions and FOUR SUNS IN THE SKY. "An old curse on the land." she whispers, "This is not the Eye's work!"

Heldris the Dove Knight
"What else could ail the land besides the Eye?" Heldris asks in a whisper, confused "What is this old curse you speak of?"
There are FOUR Suns

Referee
With a sigh the Prey Seer sits down on a dry patch of land at this strange cross road and rummages in her knapsack for the waterskin. ”The Realm is old and it remembers. There are places that hold the memory of Myths long forgotten and others that once were claimed by nameless gods. As much as the Realm shows beauty and wonder ... " She looks at the mirage of the four suns, " ... don't mistake it for a garden. We could travel in any direction and try our luck but we would be travelling blind.”

Anastaz the Salt Knight
Anastaz stares in wonder at the four suns till his eyes begin to water. "Shall we decide at random, or split up?"

Ludmer, the Trail Knight  
Without much hesitation, Ludmer begins to gather together wood and build a fire "All four directions look exactly alike to me. I am not in the habit of venturing out into the dark with so much as a torch to light my way." Having built the fire, he prepares his kettle "This is as good a time as any to rest and make plans and wait for this nonsense to be over. Tea anyone?"