laure: (Firelit Laure)
I knew it was only a matter of time. Today, Baheshtur came to me, whining of a dispute he'd had with Katrin. While going through loot after a recent battle, he had found a very decent cooking pot. A pot. The dispute was over a pot. "Often I had wished to find such a pot, so I could boil some of the stews that my people use to warm their bellies during the winter months," he tells me. "But Katrin grabs the pot, and tells me that I will not be allowed to taint it with heathen food."

Sigh. I really can't believe Katrin's behavior. I told Baheshtur that he has my support on this, and that Katrin should hold her tongue. Hopefully things will even out at some point, but I worry. I'd like both Katrin and Baheshtur to remain in the party.

Otherwise, not much has happened of note. We've been wandering up and down the coast, making a living off of butchering sea raiders. They're a lot of talk. They jump us and scream things like, "Less talking, more raiding!" or "That's a nice head you have on your shoulders!", but ultimately they are like gnats against our band, easily swatted away. It's a bit boring, but the money is good.
laure: (Battle Laure)
It's been a long but good ride. We've ventured beyond Swadia into other lands.

We've picked off some taiga bandits in the land of Vaegirs, easy looting for some quick cash. I've been through a few cities, but have made no new friends of note, only the nameless souls I recruit from villages... I long for more people of talent and intelligence that I can train for the party's benefit.

Some decent news, though. While traveling along the Nord coast I located the lair of some sea raiders. Sea raiders are quite renowned for being tough fighters, but the challenge is worth it, because they're also known for having incredibly good loot.




Night time attack on the sea raider lair


We were successful! Hello stuff! New clothes for me and Klethi! New shields! Sausages for the men! And, of course, Klethi and the men and I learned a bit from the experience. I think we'll see our fortunes turn soon. I hate to admit it, but I am already look forward to an easier life. I'm not tired of the fighting, of course. I never grow weary of battle. But I am dreaming of easier battles against harder foes. With each passing conflict our skills are improving, as is our gear.
laure: (Laure)
My name is Laure.

Yes, it's pronounced like "lore". Who knows? Perhaps it is from my legend that the word was drawn.

Drawn by the stories I have heard about Calradia and its kingdoms, I have decided to join a caravan to Praven, in the Kingdom of Swadia. Here on these pages I will tell you my tale.

The caravan I joined has taken me through the heartland. Green shoots of wheat, barley and oats are beginning to push through the dark soil of the rolling hills, and on the lower slopes of the snowcapped mountains, herds of cattle and sheep are grazing on the spring grass. Occasionally, I catch sight of one of the great warhorses that are the pride of the Swadian nobility. The land here is rich—but also troubled, as the occasional burnt-out farm bears witness.

It was some relief when I crested a ridge and caught sight of the great port of Praven, its rooftops made golden by the last rays of the setting sun.

But on my very first night here, I was jumped by a thug in the street! )

January 2011

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