It's been less than a week since we arrived at The Greenbelt and I feel like we've accomplished a lot, but at what cost? We met Oleg and his wife at the outpost that serves as a gateway for the rest of the world to interact with the lawless lands to the south and protected his home and well-being from a bandit attack on our first night.
This situation was the first to make me question my resolve in this place. Our plan was immaculate and perfectly executed, we slew all the bandits save one and ruthlessly questioned him, knowing full well that he had no chance to survive the night. We got our information, but we lost a part of ourselves in that exchange as we buried the bodies. Why didn't we give them the chance to atone? The charter we carry does not only make us executioners in this place, we are people given the freedom to offer a chance at redemption.
I had little sleep that night, and weighed our actions during my meditations.
We traveled southeast based on the information we gained after the attack, looking for a camp run by a woman named Kressle. Our mission was clear and we charged through the woods more or less blindly until we struck the river and realized our directions only went that far, so we made camp at the water's edge. During the night our belongings (mine, specifically) were tampered with. It was an obvious and petty trick, as my things are packed neatly and well for easier travel.
There was little choice but to explore the area, looking for tracks, traveled areas, or even the bandit camp itself. Anything to lead us in the correct direction was welcome. In this we were lucky. We came upon a cave and inside found a pair of fey tricksters. Evryth proved a competent diplomat, bargaining with the creatures (eventually revealed as come sort of fairy dragon and insect) and securing a guide to the nearest camp of brigands.
Our trip to the bandit camp on the river was thankfully uneventful, as the woods are untrustworthy and dangerous. Leowen seemed to take as much a liking to the creatures as Evryth, but I decided to keep my distance since tricksters such as they are fickle, although they did prove honest in the end. They scouted the camp and returned with information as we had asked.
So we came up with a plan, and again executed it to perfection. In under a minute the entire camp was clear and Kressle was in chains. We spent the evening securing the camp and rested until we could question Kressle. She gave us most of the information we desired, but balked at telling us the easy way into the Stag Lord's fort. On the way back to Oleg's for supplies we determined to bring Kressle along with us in hopes that we can change her nature.
On our way south we came across a good camp site infested with Mites, horrible little beasts. Kressle pulled her weight and we crushed the mites under our heels. They had a captive Kobold who was surprisingly agreeable. His clan is having a problem of some sort. When this Stag Lord is dealt with we may be able to secure an unlikely ally, hopefully we won't need to murder every kobold, I'd like to cut down on our bloodshed.
I can already tell that life in this place is going to be a constant test of our moral fiber. We must remain strong in our convictions. I'm going to meditate on this now, The Stag Lord waits.
*This is the first of a series of in-character blog posts that are going to be featured here, look forward to seeing these every few weeks from the whole party!