Road to the Wilderness

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Apr 1, 2023 1:17 pm
They depart just before sunrise, passing through the small north pedestrian gate out of The Docks of Amanuctum as the light of day begins its glow.

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The cobbled path leads out to the main north road, and that into the gently sloping farmlands known as The Goldenfields, renown for the fertile soils and flowing fields of grain.

The companions talk among themselves as they follow Syerena's lead.

Marching the sturdy road, with the sun glaring brilliantly over the rolling hills, the party reflects on the experiences of the recent days prior and predictions of what may lie ahead.

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Apr 1, 2023 8:40 pm
Pressing every onward, Syrena imparts more details of their journey.

"Tonight, our trek will take us to Trapper House - A hunters' lodge and trading post. It is on the morrow that the way will become more rough. Beyond the first tower, there are many dangers real and rumored. Giant arachnids, vultures, bats, great ursines, and wild boar are among the many that inhabit this region. Some even claim goblins lurk in the darkness to ambush unsuspecting travelers and legends suggest even worse horrors stalk the mountains and passes, from a lost time, born of Zaharan fell sorceries: Beastmen and more unnatural blasphemous hybrids."
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Apr 1, 2023 10:58 pm
Xenophon does his best to keep up with Syrena. Though he is agile and no stranger to strenuous marching, he can tell she isn't going her fastest pace. If she did, he doubts he could catch her.

He accepts her knowledge regarding the dangers they face on the trail as fact. He keeps his spear always in hand, and watches the terrain for choke points and other ambush sites.

"The wilderness grows more wild as the age turns," he comments, as they pass beneath the ruins of a grand Tirenean aqueduct. He turns to Culchas the Hunter. "Have you seen these horrors in the mountains Syrena speaks of?"
Apr 2, 2023 6:38 am
Right, I'm sure there'd be a scorpion under every bedroll too if we're not careful. Having been holding onto some apprehension about joining in with this lot on a mission that he knows fuck-all about, as well as nervousness of heading into wilderness for the first time, Gennadius interjects. "Surely more rumored beasts than real. Just as every fisherman hooks a sturgeon as long as he, every bat in the wood could carry a man off, and every spider the size of a house. It's all grander when retold over an ale." Alright, Azeni, you're on edge, just relax. The real danger is always men and beastmen. That's what a prudent eye would watch out for. Lawless bands of thugs." Azeni, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about, just shut the fuck up. Gennadius hears himself and knows it's just his nerves, but once he gets rolling, it's hard to stop himself. "We don't need your ale house stories, just focus on getting us where we're going!" Fuck me, why can't I keep my fucking mouth shut?!
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What are "ersines"
Apr 2, 2023 7:09 am
"It is said that at the height of the Empire, a citizen could journey its whole breadth in safety," Gundus muses, his thoughts taking a similar turn to Xenophon's. "We have fallen far. How many assassinations, how many civil wars have we suffered? Live and gold wasted chasing personal ambition, instead of working to build the glory of the Empire."

To Gennadius he adds, "Ha, you never fought beasts in the arena? I'd put money on you over a spider every time, no matter how big!" trying to break his own pensive mood as much as reassure his companion.
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I'd guess "ersine" is a typo for "ursine", meaning bear.
Apr 2, 2023 7:42 am
Xenophon is not sure what Gennadius is on about, but he agrees with him about one thing - "Yes, men are plenty dangerous. With Taurkan's new decree, I know many sell-swords are struggling to find work. Maybe gladiators, too? Men trained in violence with empty stomachs is surely a common recipe for banditry."

He turns to Damanandros now, laughing. ""Damanandros, do you remember that time on the Skyrnasos campaign when we were holed up in that shithole of a town waiting for our boat to come get us, and then that bandit lord attacked it without knowing we were there? What was that town's name?"
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Apr 2, 2023 10:56 am
Huffing a bit from the effort, it becomes clear that Damanandros has spent too much time locked away with musty scrolls and dusty books. It may take a few days to get broken in again and fit for travel. For now, he would just have to endure his burning legs and aching back.
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Xenophon is not sure what Gennadius is on about, but he agrees with him about one thing - "Yes, men are plenty dangerous. With Taurkan's new decree, I know many sell-swords are struggling to find work. Maybe gladiators, too? Men trained in violence with empty stomachs is surely a common recipe for banditry."


He turns to Damanandros now, laughing. ""Damanandros, do you remember that time on the Skyrnasos campaign when we were holed up in that shithole of a town waiting for our boat to come get us, and then that bandit lord attacked it without knowing we were there? What was that town's name?"
Damanandros lets out a deep breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Whew... Puff... Um yes, of course, I recall the name," he says between gasps of air. "But it was in Syrnasos. It's not uncommon for the K to be added due to its proximity to Skysos geographically and phonetically."

Damanandros continues, not giving him a chance to growl about semantics. "It was a quaint fishing village named Nanu, named for a flower of the region as are many villages of the Flowering Isles. A lovely and fragrant bloom of the Gardenia family."

Damanandros adjusts the strap weighing on his shoulder before looking over at Xenophon. "To your point, I agree. Wanton banditry will only be encouraged by the political shift," he says, his tone resolute.
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Digging into the lore eh? Hope its ok I ad-libbed a bit. He is such a nerd, its fun. : )
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Apr 2, 2023 2:08 pm
Len says:
"The wilderness grows more wild as the age turns," he comments, as they pass beneath the ruins of a grand Tirenean aqueduct. He turns to Culchas the Hunter. "Have you seen these horrors in the mountains Syrena speaks of?"
For the first time in what felt like ages, Culchas feels alive again. To have the stone and earth beneath his feet, the air untainted by walls or windows... he moves with a pace that belies the sloth he had shown in the town. From time to time he prowls the side of the path, at others walking with almost a dance in his step. All the while his eyes dart all around, keeping cautious watch on their surroundings. This is a man meant for the outside world.

When the talk turns to politics and monsters, Culchas grips his spear tighter. It remains in his hand, sometimes as a walking stick, sometimes shadow fighting. But now he thoughtfully thumbs the sharpened tip. It shows nicks in it from striking bone and stone, and is a testament to many combats. "Along these lands I have seen many strange things. Beast or man, I often cannot tell the difference. I have killed things that could only have been dreamt up by dark sorcerers, and I have often found the man beneath the mask. I cannot tell you if they are real, for that is not my place to decide. My place is with the bloodied spear."

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Apr 2, 2023 2:39 pm
Making quick time on the highway, the group reaches the small farming village of Dorenic by mid-morning.

Here the River Road continues to follow the bank of the Menir Fons, turning a westerly bend with the river, while a smaller lane, the North Road, junctions toward Strumenos and the northern hills.

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The sights, sounds, and smells of the hamlet are inviting. Late breakfasts are still cooking at Mare Rufus House, but time does not allow for a long delay. Quick purchases of fruits, breads, or smoke meat strips are snapped up on the go by those who want to take a passing indulgence, but the march is soon resumed.

They take the North Road, passing by the lumber yards and through the beautiful Norinwood.

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Apr 2, 2023 2:53 pm
The party takes one final short rest on the road, but shortly after the restart the highway begins to arc to the west.

Here Syrena directs the team off the packed route, into the hills.

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The terrain is not difficult, but the strain of the effort certainly increases a notch once the level plane of the Imperial road is left behind.

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Apr 2, 2023 3:09 pm
Before midday and all through the afternoon, the journey continues.

Familiar with these lands and an expert on terrain planning, Syrena manages the easiest and quickest route possible.

That said, it is no beginner's hike. Some members of the group are familiar with long-range rural overland travel. Others are not. The disparity begins to show, but everyone is keeping up.

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In the heat of the afternoon, Syrena leads the group to a water resupply at a small brook.

The Mearleigh Mountains are seen off in the distance.

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Apr 2, 2023 3:16 pm
The sun is setting soon. It is late in the day.

The terrain has continued to shift, becoming more rugged and forested in the approach to the mountains.

Syrena knows that their destination is near, but the coming darkness is looming all too soon.

Culchas seems more than fine, but the rest of the group needs to make a final push to cover the remaining ground.

She thinks they can make it.

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Apr 2, 2023 7:35 pm
"Dig deep!" Syrena calls over one shoulder, as she pushes forth. "Destination is close and night is nigh upon ridge."
Apr 2, 2023 10:32 pm
RageRed says:
"Dig deep!" Syrena calls over one shoulder, as she pushes forth. "Destination is close and night is nigh upon ridge."
"Damanandros nods, though he knows she cannot see him. The gesture is more for his own comfort than anything else."
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Apr 3, 2023 10:01 am
After a push over the last few slopes, they bottom out in the low flat and cross the stream.

With the very last edge of light, they can see the compound crowning the peak of the final hill. It is an old-era Tirenean farm villa, with some extra barns and shelters on the outskirts.

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Syrena uses a lantern to send the proper signal on their final climb. Soon she sees the response signal from the house.

Balen and Tara know they are coming now, and invite the group for an overnight camp.

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Apr 3, 2023 10:25 am
Balen Montanus, the rugged master of the old Trapper House, welcomes the group outside. He knows Syrena and hears quick introductions for everyone else.

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He is a nice fellow, but not overly talkative.

The party is directed to a camping area. It has a fire pit with grate and grill racks, benches, a steel cauldron on a tripod and chain, plenty of firewood, lantern hanger post, a sheltered sleeping area with fresh hay, a drying area with fine clean gravel, a small but sturdy table, and a few large shelves.

After the long march, the humble outdoor furnishings might seem luxurious.

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The moon is waxing, almost full, but intermittently veiled by meandering clouds.

"Most of the hunters stayed out on range tonight," Balen says. "Probably the last dry night for a stretch. A storm coming soon, tomorrow or next.

You have this camp area to yourselves. "
Apr 3, 2023 5:25 pm
Exhausted after the journey, Gundus sits in silence for a time, fingering the bronze token of Tuweigh and pondering Haldoon's parting words. His thoughts begin to roam. The ruined aqueduct, Syrena's warnings about the wildness ahead, Culchas' strange tales, the coming storm... all meld together to portend some grim omen.

He should have sought the Seven's favour before leaving Amanuctum. Time had been pressing, true, but only a fool began an important journey without propitiating the gods. He would arrange a sacrifice in the morning; some fowl would do. Blood for the divinities, a hearty meal for the mortals - an auspicious beginning for their path into the true wilderness.
Apr 3, 2023 6:10 pm
Gennadius spreads his gear out before him, carefully unpacking and then repacking everything, not unlike the evenings before each arena contest. Only this time he doesn't know what to expect. He hopes his nervous review comes across as a prudent, practice of an experienced veteran and not of a scared young man.
Apr 3, 2023 6:54 pm
Culhas lingers outside the sheltered site longer than many, laying with his back on the ground and staring up into the skies. He sifts the earth through his fingers. He whispers names and oaths. And finally he rises and helps prepare the camping site for rest. He builds a fire and sets out wood to feed it through the night. All the while he says very little.
Apr 3, 2023 9:52 pm
Seeing that the fire it being taken care of by Culchas, Syrena settles by the firepit and occasionally tosses bits of fuel into the flames. She eats the last morsels of her first day's rations and watches the moon and clouds in the night's sky.

When all or most of the men have found their resting spots for the night, she tugs out her wool blanket and curls up near the fire.

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Apr 4, 2023 2:11 am
It is difficult not to cherish the rest at Trapper House, perhaps a comfort even more appreciated than the previous night in the extravagant luxury of Gulleyloft.

Morning comes around soon though, and everyone knows that they have to make the time count. Another early start, this one with a ceremony led by Gundus, and then the party is on the march again.

They pass through a mix of sparse trees and brush filled plains for several more hours, under an overcast sky that soon yields an ongoing low-grade drizzle. Slowly, the ground and vegetation is saturated.

By late morning, Syrena identifies the next way-point. Down in the low ground, the trailhead - the beginning of the newly rejuvenated Lusetem Trail.

And its main feature: Saromen Vic, Tower 1.

In truth, it is two watchtowers, their surrounding fortifications, and a small set of simple support buildings. A palisade post fence on each side draws to a single entrance point. A battered, unpaved trail leads through.

And beyond: the thick, dark wood-line of Skausen Spen.

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Some legionnaires are there, speaking with wagoners driving an oxen cart.

The steady rain has made this checkpoint a muddy scene.

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Apr 4, 2023 2:23 am
This is the moment when the papers and the cover story discussed at Gulleyloft must be put into play.

When the group approaches, the guard steps forward for the check.

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"This is an Imperial Road, controlled by the Tarkaun's Third Legion in Amanuctum."


Clearly a scripted and required statement, but the guard's demeanor suggests that he takes his job seriously. His sword is in hand.

Three of his fellow legionnaires stand offset to him with spears and shields. Two more are at a more relaxed stance but similarly armed, a stone's throw away up the hill.

"No one is permitted to pass without proper credentials. Show written credentials or turn away."
Apr 4, 2023 7:39 am
"Greetings." Syrena says approaching the guard with scroll in hand. "By commission of Curule Aidele, these are a public works team charged to coordinate with Imperial Legion forces for special duties, supporting commanding cadre on the Lusetem Trail, to plan for statues, temples, roads, and forts up north."

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Apr 4, 2023 9:24 am
The lead man at the gate reads the papers and asks questions.

One of the men on the hill takes interest and approaches. He wears the insignia of an Officer. When he joins the exchange, the other man hands the papers to him.

"Thank you, Quentus," the Officer says to the legionnaire. "Well done."

When he removes his helmet, Syrena recognizes him. He was one of the Centurions who was with Eramus last summer, when Syrena rode with the Legion patrol leaders to tour the hills.

"I do not know Nobira Rachess well, but I have met her before. She is a friend of the Legion as far as I know," He nods to Syrena. "Good day, Isa. I am Galenus Auxare, Centurion, Commander here at Saromen Vic.

Welcome to our Post."


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Apr 4, 2023 9:25 am
After reading and listening to the explanation of the permissions, Ius Auxare hears introductions. He responds with interest and presents a modified field salute to Gundus. "Hail Türas, and the Eternal Dawn.

Well met, kyrazenus. It gladdens me more than you might guess to hear that the Prefect intends to bring Idols to the Lusetem.

We were assigned no priest and have few religious supplies here at the Towers. Several of the men keep calendar orders, so it has been difficult."


He nods to his legionnaires to let the group pass. Walking with them, he ushers Gundus through the gate and motions uphill to the tower. "Could you offer a Ritual for us, Kyrazenus Tavius?

My men have had no Seasonal Rites since autumnal equinox last year. It would lift our spirits if you would make an offering for us here and our families at home..."


After a pause, he adds sincerely, "...in a challenging time."

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He turns back to the others. "Walk with me. We have a small shelter where you can take refuge from this rain."
Apr 4, 2023 1:17 pm
Damanandros recoils, his arms folding tightly around his chest as he slogs through the miserable weather. His thoughts drift to the comfort of his tower and hearth, which now seems impossibly far away. As he trudges along, his mind wanders aimlessly, with little to occupy his thoughts. His mood sours as he finds himself surrounded by the company of soldiers, and he chafes against their presence.

Hoping to avoid any unwanted attention, Damanandros remains quiet and reserved. He considers the possibility of passing himself off as a cartographer or engineer, rehearsing in his mind the various terminologies he might employ if pressed. Recalling his studies in cartography and engineering, he feels confident that he could offer enough technical language to convince any skeptical soldiers of his credentials.

As he follows, the rain begins to wear on his nerves. The prospect of finding refuge from the downpour feels like music to his ears.
Apr 4, 2023 6:26 pm
Gundus readily assents to the centurion's request.

"This will not take long, and will do them much good," he says to his companions. Then, in a loud voice, "Join me if you wish. All are welcome!"

When all are ready for the Ritual, Gundus sits the idol upon a suitable altar or high place - if none is available he will hold it in his palms. He waves the assembled troops around, planning quickly. Typically the gods were honoured with sacrifices on holy days; in the large city temples richly laden bulls would be offered to the heavens, in elaborate presentations. But here there was no pre-arranged bull, and these people needed reassurance and communion, not theatre. He would have to be more direct.

"It has been some time, I am told, since you have observed any of the Rituals of our people. Since you have been able to prove your devotion to the Seven, and honour our ancestors. When this happens, people become uneasy. They fear the gods will have turned away from them. Today, you will have the chance to show them what is in your heart.

"Join with me, and invoke the Seven Empyrean Lords to observe our dedication." He begins to chant.

"Ammonar, Lord of the Dawn, bear witness to our faith.
Mityara, Mother of Mercy, bear witness to our faith.
Ianna, Queen of Victory, bear witness to our faith.
Calefa, Lady of Fortune, bear witness to our faith.
Istreus,Master of Secrets, bear witness to our faith.
Naurivas, Lord of the Winds, bear witness to our faith.
Türas, Marshal of Justice, bear witness to our faith.


"All good things are made possible by the laws set in place by the Seven. Society, peace, trade, the Empire itself could not exist if Chaos ruled the lands," he says, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.

"The gods gift us both strength and courage. What use we put them to is for us to decide - knowing that, in the end, we will be judged by Türas; that is his gift to us. For those who show valour in the cause of justice will be welcomed to dwell in glory in the halls of Ammonar.

"This symbol of Türas," he indicates the idol, "comes from Krysea, proving that what I have said is a deep Truth known by all peoples. As does our being here together, strangers from distant lands, speaking one language and working together for the common good.

Traditionally, we would offer the gods the life-blood of a beast to show our gratitude. Today, I ask you to make a different offering. It is your duty, as soldiers of the Empire, to spill your life's blood in defense of our laws and our people, the good made possible by the Seven. Show Türas that you are willing to fulfill your duty, that he will watch over yourselves and your families, and grant you strength and courage at need."

He takes his sacred sacrificial knife and makes a small incision in his own forearm, causing a few drops of blood to well. He dips his finger in the blood and touches it to the mouth of the idol. "Hear me, Marshal of Justice. I, Tavius Gundus, offer you my life's blood," he intones formally. He looks expectantly at the crowd, waiting for the first to follow suit.

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Apr 4, 2023 8:33 pm
As Gundus announces the invite and sets up his altar under the open-air shelter, the troops gather in and remove their helmets. Some enthusiastically. Others at least curious. Everyone is respectful. Even the lone travelers, the wagoneer team, walks in, taking position in an outer area behind the legionnaires.

Gundus's proclamation of the Seven is accepted piously by the devotees. The crowd watches and listens intently at his appeal to duty.

He knows his call for a blood offering is an older, less familiar rite, but it seems best to him in this setting. As he suspected, some of the men are taken aback by the invitation, setting themselves against it.

But he is also correct in his faith that the true devotion of the Folk would shine through. It is the Kryseans among the enlisted who move first. These young men of the farmlands, now wielding spear and shield for the Empire, remain loyal to the Rites of their Ancestors. A handsome red-complexioned troop moves to the altar with strength of purpose, draws his own blood with a knife, and touches it to the icon.

"Hail the gods and the ancestors," the young man says simply, rather quietly, as he moves past.

His Krysean brothers-in-arms follow through similarly.

Perhaps inspired by the men, Ius Auxare steps forward with his prestigious gait to make an offering next. "Hail Honorable Türas," says the Commander. "May he stand with us - with you men and all of your families."

A few others make the offering. Some do not. But in all cases, the Ritual holds a moment of gravity there on the hill, under the A-framed shed. It is a sanctuary from the steady paced drizzle of persistent rain misting all around.
Apr 4, 2023 8:40 pm
After the Ritual, Gundus sees the men disperse to go back to their posts. Some invigorated. Perhaps a few are a bit dismayed or upset, but it is unclear why.

Auxare gives a few instructions to his Decanus, who then directs the men in orders.

The Commander turns to Gundus and ask, "Kyrazenus, do you wish to see the interior of our Towers? If your intent is to install statuary and icons in future construction projects, perhaps you should see the interior dimensions. I have some ideas for placement, if you would hear them."

The Centurion invites Gundus to come with him as the others take a break at the shelter.
Apr 4, 2023 8:46 pm
Syrena takes refuge under the roof and near the fire and spends her time warming up and drying out the dampness from her clothes and bones. She hears all the to do of the ritual, but has no intent on maiming herself for the sake of the gods.

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Apr 4, 2023 8:53 pm
Gundus is allowed to climb the ladder to the second floor entry of the gate tower. Auxare talks him through the structure layout and the routine operation of the post facility.

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Apr 4, 2023 8:57 pm
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Apr 4, 2023 9:47 pm
One chubby fellow, likely a Magistrate of some sort judging by his physique, attire, and lack of armor, approaches to speak with Syrena and Damanadros.

He was apparently in the tower during the ceremony, and wears a heavy rain cloak now, the hood of which he throws back once under the shelter.

He begins the cross examination with a scowl and a haughty tone.

"I am glad to see that the Curule sent you for Works. This facility is in need of improvements.

And have you any letters for delivery to me? I am Potitus Eunapius, Quaestor and ranking Civitus Official here at the Post.

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I understand that you must coordinate with the Legion Cadre, but as representatives of the Curule you will fall under my authority. Submit to me any of your supplementary documentation.

Nobira Rachess, I assume you are assigned to ensure the interests of the Consulate are fulfilled.
Tell your scribe,"
he points dismissively to Damanadros, "to begin taking notes of our first meeting, which I call to order now."
Apr 5, 2023 8:12 am
Syrena looks hard at the haughty man. "Apologies, Quaestor. No scrolls or messages were given to convey. Saromen Vic is not the focus of our expedition, having only been completed six years hence. Requests and advice for improvements will be passed along, but finding locations suitable for new roads and construction further north is our prime edict. In truth, have we tarried here already longer than was intended to stay on schedule."
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Apr 5, 2023 10:31 am
Learning from Gundus that the party would be moving on, Commander Auxare shares information and relevant news ...
[ +- ] Optional information, area news and predictions of the road ahead
Apr 5, 2023 10:47 am
[ +- ] Optional, extended conversation from the Magistrate

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Apr 5, 2023 10:56 am
Culchas and Xenophon notice the Magistrate speaking with Syrena and Damanadros at the storage shelter while Gundus is out near the tower speaking with the Commander.

Some legionnaires strike up a conversation with Gennadius, inquiring about mercenary work.
Apr 5, 2023 6:35 pm
When Quentus lashes the soldier, Xenophon keeps his eyes down. He's supposed to be some road worker, beneath these soldiers. He doesn't interfere, conspicuously not noticing the entire debacle.

Getting lashes wasn't the worst thing he'd seen a Legionnaire get from his commanding officer, but at the same time he'd never seen the Legions so late on pay. Was this some local disturbance disrupting the payroll? Or was there a problem at the source? Xenophon didn't want to ponder for too long what would happen if the Legion couldn't pay troops across the empire.

He shrugs his shoulders. Order was an opportunity for the weak to live in peace, but chaos is an opportunity for the strong to rise (if you could keep your head on your shoulders). Interesting times ahead.

Later, he found himself near Culchas. They spied the Magistrate discussing things with Syrena (what an important lady she was turning out to be) and Damanadros. The look on the Magistrate's face was serious.

"Culchas, your people will have a field day with these garissons when raiding season arrives."
Apr 5, 2023 8:07 pm
Syrena gives a side glance to Damanandros, before responding this increasing annoying man.

"A learned man is this. Not some servant to act as messenger or scribe. The knowledge and skill he possesses is integral our success, as with each as well." She takes a step away from the pompous Eunapius. "Good day, Quaestor. Tower two is getting no closer in our pondering of other matters."

Syrena raises one hand to get the attention of the balance of the special works cadre and calls out, "Time we depart!"
Apr 5, 2023 9:44 pm
Damanandros watches with a calm demeanor as the Quaestor rambles on about the state of affairs in the region. Despite his attempts to sequester Damanandros, the scholar remains unfazed. With a wry smile, he holds out a hand to steady the excitable man.

"Your appraisal of the current condition of this region is quite dire," he says, surveying their surroundings with mock concern. "But fear not, for I have a proposition that may interest you."

He leans in closer, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "I am conducting a survey of this land, and I would be honored to have your attestation. Your support could go a long way in deciding the location of a potential build site, and perhaps even earn you additional favor."

Damanandros finishes with a sly grin, eager to see how the Quaestor will respond to his proposal.
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Diplomacy (G):
The character is smooth tongued and familiar
with protocol. He receives a +2 bonus on all reaction rolls when
he attempts to parley.
Apr 5, 2023 10:28 pm
The Quaestor soon learns that Damanandros is no low servant who can be impressed by posturing and sophistry. Eunapius seems deflated as his bluff of pomp finds no hold on either of the newcomers.

Though Damanandros attempts to lure Eunapius in with an offer of influence, it becomes clear that this low-ranking official is hardly worth the conversation. In short time he exposes that his real goal is to be reassigned to the city because he hates the hardship of his post here.

Now Damanandros sees why the rest of the troops here at Saromen Vic completely ignore this hollow resident Magistrate.

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Apr 5, 2023 10:28 pm
Syrena's call to rally is a reminder that time is of the essence. They could still cover good ground with some luck and strong effort, as most of the daylight hours remain yet. They need to recover the momentum though.

The party members begin to gather up from their different places, resetting their equipment and trading thoughts about things recently learned.

Previously a note="Robago"]
Token Icon of Tuweigh
The God who is the Defender of Tradition to the early Kryseans corresponds to Steadfast Türas Marshall of Justice. Any Empyrean Priest who carries the Icon within the vicinity of the countryside of what is now called the Southern Junction Lands, the Mearleigh Mountains, or Menir Fons River, and who is in good standing with the Krysean and Tirenean Folk, gains a +1 to AC and can cast Protection From Evil once/day. The powers and benefits of the Icon do not work in any metropolitan setting (no settlement larger than a town).[/note]
Apr 6, 2023 1:43 am
As Syrena calls the group back and starts making ready to leave, Gennadius looks up to the sun. Not nearly as high in the sky as he would like.

"We are leaving now? How far to the next post? Aren't these things a full day's travel apart? Shouldn't we camp here for the night?" catching the looks of the others, and before they shut him down too quickly, he continues. "look at these guys, they need a distraction more than anything. A night of some dice, a few ballads, and an epic poem or two and I bet we could come out with some good will owed to us if not a few silvers more in our pockets." And Iam sure there are a lot less giant spiders camped out here...
Apr 6, 2023 6:18 am
Hearing Syrena's call, Gundus thanks Auxare warmly for his thorough news briefing, and, unaware of the complaints overheard by the others, leaves the Commander with sincere compliments on the quality of the fort and the troops. "The blessing of Steadfast Türas be upon you," he says, and salutes the Commander with a formal farewell.
Apr 6, 2023 7:50 am
"Tower Two is eleven miles." Syrena answers Gennadius. "Six hours, will pass in the trek."

Glancing back, as the legionnaires and the post being to fade in the distance behind them, she looks to the bard again. "Those guys have no coin to gamble or shower your verse with."

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Apr 6, 2023 9:30 am
Quick farewells and the party is on their way again.

They step out onto the Old Lusetem Trail.

Most of the journey north will be a gradual climb, but the trail begins first in a downward slope, descending into a low draw and cutting through dense growth of underbrush among the ancient trees of Skausen Spen.

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