Yan the Ruling Priest of Light soon discovered the minions of The Horned One were tunneling underneath the Aratock Mountain range to carry their destruction to the southern lands.

Orcs, goblins and other despicable vermin threatened to overrun the lands that were once fertile with vitality. Only Yan the Ruling Priest of Light was powerful enough to raise an army to confront them.
BluddGrinn the Grim thoughtfully fingered his Tome of Leadership and Influence that the young priest Maik Felder had presented to the War Cleric, as Brenys deciphered the script of the parchment that Hermannus had presented to the young Bard.

"I Hate Orcs!" muttered the War Cleric out loud as distant memories of his battles underneath the Aratock Mountains came flooding back to his consciousness as Brenys continued deciphering the script written on the parchment.

Because the influence of Yan was so far reaching, an army was raised to prevent the minions of The Horned One from pushing further into the territories ruled by Yan It was Yan himself who led the army against the minions of The Horned One, but they were never seen or heard from again.

Fortunately the free lands of Yan remained free from the minions of The Horned One. A small price to pay for the disappearance of our ruler Yan and his followers!
"Orcs!

I Can Smell The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Can Taste The Evil Of The Orcs!"
BluddGrinn fairly spat the words out of his mouth as Brenys concluded her deciphering of the parchment script. The parchment seemed to be tainted with the very evil of Orcs as Brenys deciphered the script. It spoke of the origins of BluddGrinn's grim beginnings under the Aratock Mountains.

Gripping the edges of his Tome of Leadership and Influence that the young priest Maik Felder had presented to the War Cleric, BluddGrinn pushed those dark memories from his immediate attention as Shayleigh the Bard stepped forward to decipher the script of the parchment presented to her.

Shayleigh stepped forward and made the comment that her parchment would be of especial interest to the War Cleric and quite possibly all 8 Crimson Crusaders as she began to decipher the second script:

During the long years of The Winter Dark Wars one lone secret shrine to Steel the Dwarven God of War stood in opposition to the minions of The Horned One where none else existed.

For close to 500 years the Steel Shrine of the Dwarven God of War stood in hidden opposition to The Horned One from somewhere within the seclusion of The Black Tooth Ridge.

Waging a relentless war against the minions of The Horned One, this secluded Steel Shrine was a haven for War Clerics to lead the various Dwarf Clans into battle against orcs, goblins and a variety of other vermin serving The Horned One.

The spies of The Horned One finally located the secluded secret Steel Shrine and waged their own war against the War Clerics and their Dwarf Clan followers. For a period of 10 years the Dwarf Shrine was under siege by the macabre minions of The Horned One, until the ranks of the War Clerics were slowly decimated without reinforcements, cut off from other Dwarf Clans, who must also be under seige.

After the last War Cleric led a group of followers to counter attack the minions of The Horned One, an ancient holy artifact appeared in our sacred temple. Steel's Axe mysteriously appeared on one of the altars of Steel's Shrine, but no one here is able to lift it.

This plea is being sent forth by one of our most trusted miner couriers, in hopes that another War Cleric may be found who will heed our summons and locate the remnants of our sacred temple, to help rid this land of the taint of evil brought upon us by the vile minions of The Horned One.

Shayleigh turned to face BluddGrinn with her own grim visage, informing the War Cleric that as best as she could determine from the parchment, that the plea may have been sent out long before the War Cleric had been born.

She also informed BluddGrinn that she could find no clues as to the whereabouts of the secret location of the Steel Shrine that had been under seige.
BluddGrinn weighed the words of Shayleigh as she deciphered the script of the parchment that had been presented to her by Hermannus. He wished he had been there to fight for his kinsmen. But he had been born too late to be able to receive such a message while they yet drew breath against their enemy.

If he had only been there to wield the holy artifact. The Tinker had told him of such things appearing to the War Clerics who were found worthy to wield the weapons that Steel himself carried into battle in behalf of the Dwarf Clans over the past centuries.

But neither The Tinker nor BluddGrinn had ever beheld such a holy artifact to hold in their own hands. The Tinker may have seen Steel in battle a time or two, but there were many things that the elderly War Cleric had not chosen to discuss with the young War Cleric.

Instead, it was in the art of war that The Tinker had spent most of his time disciplining his young charge. BluddGrinn was thankful for those times with his mentor. The young War Cleric had become most familiar with the weapons of war that The Tinker taught him to use in various ways. BluddGrinn would be able to rely on his training, rather than the dream of a holy artifact he may never see in his lifetime or during the duress of battle against his hated foes or worse!

The young War Cleric studied the grim features of Shayleigh Bran as she stared him in the face, noting that she seemed to be holding something back from him. Perhaps she had her own thoughts of where this lost Steel Shrine was located, but BluddGrinn decided that there would be plenty of time in the days ahead for Shayleigh Bran to share her thoughts with the young War Cleric, if she chose to do so.

He could not allow himself the luxury of exploring The Black Tooth Ridge merely to locate a Steel Shrine that had apparently fallen to the minions of The Horned One long before BluddGrinn had been born into the family of a dwarf miner and his wife. His parents had died by the vicious blades of orcs while defending their young son BluddGrinn from the same fate!

There was a duty to be performed and BluddGrinn was determined to do as the Lady Marchessa Fabressa had asked the 8 Crimson Crusaders to do. Penetrate the unknown crags and crevices of The Black Tooth Ridge and exterminate with extreme prejudice any and all evil vermin they encountered.

Not to mention locating the Ogre named Kruggle and trying to persuade him to fight against the Red Caps to defend Botkinburg from further raids, at the expense of countless pigs to feed the hungry Ogre, or exterminating Kruggle for the safety of Botkinburg if the Ogre could not be persuaded.

BluddGrinn had not decided which of those choices were more appealing, but the young War Cleric was certain that his blades would be bloodied enough in the not too distant future, judging from the taint of evil wafting in the wind from The Black Tooth Ridge.

The lure of locating hidden gold and other treasure did captivate BluddGrinn's thoughts. Nothing like going to war against the unknown evil for the lure of gold and unknown treasure!

Perhaps locating those hidden treasures would lead the 8 Crimson Crusaders to locate the lost Steel Shrine? There was bound to be hordes of treasure to be found in the ruins of an old Steel Shrine!

BluddGrinn merely nodded to Shayleigh Bran and turned towards his other Crimson Crusader comrades who seemed to be awaiting a response from the young War Cleric.

"I Hate Orcs!

I Hate Goblins!

I Hate UnDead Foes Of All Kinds!

I Hate The Minions Of The Horned One!

But I Love Locating Gold And Battling Any Foe Who Gets In My Way Of Finding And Claiming Lost Treasure!"

"We priests have seen roving bands of goblins wearing Red Skull Caps lurking across The Hruesen River. We have also seen glimpses of other more ominous creatures lurking about the river bank.

Farmers have definitely been plagued with the mysterious loss of their cattle and that Ogre named Kruggle has been sighted numerous times stealing pigs and fighting with those Red Caps.

I am also convinced that those missing maidens were abducted against their will. They did not run off with any handsome treasure seekers! They were kidnapped by some unknown menace and carried off into the dark confines of The Black Tooth Ridge! Fishermen have also vanished from time to time.

The Curse of the Crimson Crusaders has been perpetuated so that other adventurers will sign on with the Gold Crusaders to help protect the borders of Botkinburg, or sign on with the Emerald Crusaders to protect Botkinburg from the mysterious evils emanating from the depths of The Barren Wood.

Both the Gold and Emerald Crusaders have been killed on both sides of the river. Gideon, the amorous consort of the Lady Marchessa Fabressa, decided that the Emerald Crusaders were to patrol The Barren Wood and the Gold Crusaders were to protect Botkinburg to the north, south, east and west.

I think most of those Gold Crusaders have lost their lives fighting some unknown evil across the river in the hidden recesses of The Black Tooth Ridge, rather than disappearing to seek hidden treasures for themselves. Volkmar and the sheriff keep saying they have abandoned their posts to seek treasures.

It has also been said that the Emerald Crusaders are encountering some unknown assailants deep in The Barren Wood. Emerald Crusaders have also been disappearing and some of the survivors have reported that bolts and arrows bearing the Black Lightning insignias on their shafts have been found numerous times with evidence of a surprise attack here and there in The Barren Wood.

Again it is Volkmar and the sheriff who spread the news that the Emerald Crusaders are deserting their posts to hunt hidden treasure in The Barren Wood and the regions beyond the borders of The Realm of New Aenochia.

It must be obvious to the 8 of you Crimson Crusaders that Volkmar and the sheriff have completely ignored what happened to you and the other river boats last night when all 3 river boats were suddenly attacked by the bolts and arrows sporting the Black Lightning insignias.

But the Lady Marchessa Fabressa, Wymon Whitefoot and myself chose to refrain from arguing this point with Volkmar and the sheriff, because we understand that the unknown threats are most real, rather than imagined.

Years ago, I fought some hideous creatures roaming around The Barren Wood and The Black Tooth Ridge, but nowadays I must leave such things to younger and better equipped adventurers, such as you 8 Crimson Crusaders.

The Halfling Community has been expecting a group of unlikely heroes in the company of what they call The Halfling of Legend, but I will let you find that out for yourselves when you meet some of them over at The Swilling Swan later today.

This much I will say, we are also convinced that you 8 Crimson Crusaders are far different from those previous ranks of Crimson Crusaders, so we temple priests have a particular gift for each of you that I have been guarding until such an unlikely group of heroes would ever venture to Botkinburg."
Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords was glad to hear the ring of truth in his tone of voice as Hermannus contradicted the reports the 8 Crimson Crusaders had received from Volkmar Botkin and the sheriff.

What the veteran priest had to say to them made more sense to the young Halfling Fighter than what he had heard explained at The House of Sludge. The threat of the goblin raiders known as the Red Caps made much more sense to Drogo, especially in the light of the message that Eva Whitefoot had sent to her cousin months ago at the Sword Studio of Preston Tallfellow.

The priest having witnessed with his own eyes mysterious creatures across the river and the Ogre named Kruggle reportedly stealing pigs and fighting the Red Caps in plain view of various town folk was all that Drogo needed to hear to know that the dangers were quite real outside Botkinburg.

What the priest had to say about the missing maidens confirmed to Drogo's heart of hearts that the evil dangers in the shadow of The Black Tooth Ridge and deep within The Barren Wood could no longer be ignored. Fisherman going missing over a period of time was reason enough for alarm and motivation enough to prepare for battle against the unknown evils encroaching upon the borders of The Realm.

Perpetuating the Curse of the Crimson Crusaders also made sense to Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords. Especially since Botkinburg was a prime target for invading armies seeking to sweep down across the lands of New Aenochia to the south and west. It was imperative that troops of adventurers be recruited to stand against the unknown evils and protect the northern borders of The Realm of New Aenochia.

The most overwhelming evidence of a great threat was the bolts and arrows marked with the Black Lighning Bolt insignias. Volkmar and the sheriff had completely ignored the fact that the 3 river boats had been attacked the night before. Now this priest was truthfully speaking that the Gold and Emerald Crusaders were losing their lives at a far greater rate than anyone seemed to be acknowledging, shifting the focus upon this so-called Curse of the Crimson Crusaders!

It was understandable why the Lady Marchessa Fabressa, Wymon Whitefoot and this Chancel Priest had held their tongues while Volkmar and the sheriff pontificated their ignorance about the real dangers surrounding Botkinburg from both The Barren Wood and The Black Tooth Ridge.

What really caught Drogo's attention was the fact that this priest Hermannus had fought a multitude of hideous creatures years ago, both in The Barren Wood and The Black Tooth Ridge, but was now relying upon much younger adventurers to venture forth and confront the evils stalking the land.

If there had been numerous hideous creatures to fight years ago, then how many more had multiplied in the ranks of the minions of The Horned One since that time?

More remarkable was the fact that this Hermannus also believed the tales of The Halfling of Legend and that he had made preparations for such a day as when a group of unlikely heroes in the company of a Halfling Fighter would find their way to Botkinburg.

Such a revelation as this from a human who had fought the evil minions of The Horned One that were lurking outside Botkinburg years ago, flooded Drogo Tulk's mind and emotions with a Greater Understanding of the Dangers building up beyond the borders of Botkinburg in recent weeks!

"Before you leave to receive your gift at the House of D'Amter, there are a couple of parchments that you may find of interest before embarking upon your quest. They have been in my possession for a number of years, but they obviously date back to the early years of the Winter Dark.

I have been searching scrolls and parchments in my private study to determine the fate of Botkinburg and the surrounding borders of The Realm of New Aenochia; however, no satisfactory insight or answers have been forthcoming from my efforts. Perhaps you 8 Crimson Crusaders will be able to discover something in your investigation of The Black Tooth Ridge that may shed further light upon my seeking?"
Drogo thumbed through the pages of his newly given gift from The Chancel priests, a Manual of Bodily Health, that Drogo knew in his heart of hearts would be invaluable in helping him to confront the evils lurking beyond the borders of Botkinburg. He would begin reading this book on the morrow and be diligent to finish it within 6 days!

Now the revelations brought forth from the parchments deciphered by Brenys and Shayleigh made it plainer than plain the unknown dangers were possibly quite worse than any of the 8 Crimson Crusaders had imagined. Except for maybe the War Cleric. BluddGrinn certainly knew the possible dangers!

BluddGrinn merely nodded to Shayleigh Bran and turned towards his other Crimson Crusader comrades who seemed to be awaiting a response from the young War Cleric.

"I Hate Orcs!

I Hate Goblins!

I Hate UnDead Foes Of All Kinds!

I Hate The Minions Of The Horned One!

But I Love Locating Gold And Battling Any Foe Who Gets In My Way Of Finding And Claiming Lost Treasure!"
Drogo Tulk had heard more than enough to realize and understand the gravity of the dangers that were now threatening the inhabitants of Botkinburg from deep within The Barren Wood and especially from across The Hruesen River in the hidden crags and crevices of The Black Tooth Ridge!

The Halfling Fighter was glad that BluddGrinn the Grim was stout hearted and eager to confront whatever unknown evil dangers came between the adventurers and any lost gold and hidden treasure!

Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords stepped forward and bowed to the War Cleric, then offered his solemn pledge of service no matter what dangers the 8 Crimson Crusaders would face in the near future:

"I Swear Upon These Twin Short Swords That Serve To Worship My Deity Preston Tallfellow ... And I Solemnly Swear Upon My Love For Eva Whitefoot ... That I Will Do Battle Against Any And All Of Your Hated Foes ... And Help You Bring Back All The Gold And Hidden Treasure That We Can Possibly Carry ... In Defense Of The People Of Botkinburg ... And The Realm Of New Aenochia ... I Will Fight With All My Might And Strength Alongside My Crimson Crusaders Clan!"

Botkinburg 2pm
The Chancel
Monday, May 7, 30awd (After Winter Dark)

Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords stepped forward and bowed to the War Cleric, then offered his solemn pledge of service no matter what dangers the 8 Crimson Crusaders would face in the near future:

"I Swear Upon These Twin Short Swords That Serve To Worship My Deity Preston Tallfellow ... And I Solemnly Swear Upon My Love For Eva Whitefoot ... That I Will Do Battle Against Any And All Of Your Hated Foes ... And Help You Bring Back All The Gold And Hidden Treasure That We Can Possibly Carry ... In Defense Of The People Of Botkinburg ... And The Realm Of New Aenochia ... I Will Fight With All My Might And Strength Alongsid... My Crimson Crusaders Clan!"
The Halfling Fighter had fairly shouted his pledge to BluddGrinn the Grim, his intention being for one and all of his Crimson Crusaders Clan members to know his heart and determination, that in spite of his size Drogo would stand far taller in the face of unknown danger than any may think possible!

Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords was feeling a bit light headed as he sat back down on a bench to listen to his Crimson Crusaders Clan members react and discuss the revelations in the parchment scripts that Brenys and Shayleigh had deciphered.

Something strange was happening on the inside of him, something that he had not experienced in quite a long time! He was experiencing the beginning of an enhancement of his Fighter abilities; plus he was slowly undergoing a positive change in his ability to withstand the negative affects of damage inflicted upon him in any way, shape or form.

In 3 days Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords would be totally transformed into a Level 3 Fighter!

[Upon reaching Level 3 Drogo will have 39 Hit Points instead of 26 Hit Points!]

NOTE FROM THE CASTLE KEEPER
Please Remember that You Still Have Time to do some Back Posting reflections on what has transpired thus far in our adventure.

In a couple of days I will post what transpires at The House D'Amter.

You Do Gain Experience Points From Your Written Posts!

Drogo Tulk the Fighter has now attained Level 3 and will be able to utilize his new skills in 3 days! That will be on Thursday, May 10, 30awd (After Winter Dark)

Once Rhiannon had be attended to by the Shaman she rose and aided as she gcould mindful of her wounds. She could only do light things that did not require much bending or lifting with her arms but it helped her feel a part of what was going on. IT did not bother her that the bodies were returned to the great mother though personally her tribe burned their dead. That way their spirits were free to go to the bosom of the Great Goddess and their mortal remains nourished the land.

As they threw the bodies overboard Rhiannon said a prayer to two Gods, Amaterrana, and Ocasts. To the Mother, she asked that she take the spirits of those slain in battle against evil. To Ocasta she prayed for for just retribution against the dark forces that were plaguing this land. Ocasta had come to her after her trading party had been set upon by the false traders that had really come to steal their horses and to take the Amazons as slaves. Ocasta had come to her is a vision during her captivity and had given her what she needed to escape from here captors taking just retribution of the guards set to watch her. Though wounded she had fled as far and as fast as she could promising to take her revenge on all of them and whoever had sent them as well. Because of this vows her life had changed.

After the burials, The Shaman returned to Rhiannon and bid her to accompany him is a ritual that would help her heal. SHE took a small piece of cloth and moistened it with her blood that rinsed the cloth in the water—tinting the water. Tohmaz cut a small piece of the bandage so he would have some of your blood to mix with water to make the Trail of Tears. He explained that this was supposed to create a strong link for Tohmaz's Goddess to send healing. As for the dance it was slow rhythmic moving around the deck following the Trail of Tears that Tohmaz sprinkles as he leads you around the deck. Rhiannon was fortunate that it was slow and not like the vigorous dances of the Amazons meant to displays their strength, and agility. Right now such dances would be pushing things too much. Though something during her vowed quest she wished she was back at home once again just for a bit. She didn’t hold back much though adding in movements that were well known to her. She loved the vigorous dancing of her people and could not resist the pull of her love of dancing and so she pushed herself, as she had been used to doing for some time now since her escape.

The next few days were uneventful and they arrived at their destination. Rhiannon filled her days with healing meditation and stretching exercises until she had healed sufficiently for more vigorous practices meant to unite mind and body into one. Once in port though the days became less than uneventful.

The Ruby River Boat was not the only ones attacked this trip. The Gold and Emerald River Boats has been attacked as well. The next hours and days pasted quickly as the survivors were questioned and moved from one place to another. They meet with officials high and low. Rhiannon stayed mostly quiet and listened aand took in all that was said. Organizing things as to what she thought was most important but not missing a details. Those, she had discovered, may the crux of the situation. This mission was continuing. It had not been just a run up the river protecting the Ruby River Boat. They now were supposed to go out and discover what was causing all these attacks.

Tohmaz enjoyed having a grand meal he had not had to find and prepare himself, although so much food seemed to be a waste, that was the way of the city dwellers.
The city officials seemed to be very pleased with themselves.
But he did not hear them say how they served their people. Tohmaz felt a pang in his heart as these men who were supposed to protect and defend the people of this town made excuses as why they were not worthy of their concern.
They seemed more concerned that treasure be brought to them instead of clearing the evil and the taint from the lands.

How could they miss that the true treasure was the land and its people.

Tohmaz had just found his clan and these people ignored their own.
He suppressed the growing anger, he knew that in time they would be swept away by their own ignorance and greed.
The new clan of eight had to bear this foolishness; there was a need that they were there to fill.
If the taint remained on the land this petty group would continue to grow in power, because they survived on the fear of the people and hoped to grow rich on the valor of other.

When the Dwarven War Cleric stood and spoke straight and plain Tohmaz felt that he was testing the word of these “Officials”.
Although he was not sure they needed all of the item BluddGrinn had asked for, he felt he needed to support his new clansman.
So when it was his chance, he stood and addressed the “Officials”.

“I am Tohmaz, these eight are now my clan. My request is first to be sure that the needs of my clan are filled. BludGgrinn knows the needs of battle and has clearly stated these item. He also said we each need rations for 5 weeks, but we will require the things make a camp. I believe the drivers you found for us will help maintain our camp. So I have built on the Cleric’s list and these are the items to make our camp. The wagon will need a cook box that will include:” Tohmaz then spoke his list.

Cooking Utensils
• Table Spoon
• Measuring Cups
• Measuring Spoons
• Spatula
• Ladle
• Large Spoon
• Slotted Spoon
• Clever
• Paring Knife
• Cutting Surface
• Large Fork
• Tongs
• Large Fry Pan
• Small Fry Pan
• 12 Plates
• 12 Mugs
• 12 Dinning Forks
• 12 Soup Spoons
• 2 Fry Pan handle
• 2 Quart Pot with lid
• 4 Quart Pot with lid
• 8 - Quart Pot with lid
• 2 - Hot Pot Tongs
• 4 Quart Large Tea Pot
• 1 Pot Tripod with chain
• 1 Griddle
• 1 Cooking Grill

Food Supplies
• 1 Pound Sugar
• 1 Quart Honey
• 1Pound Salt
• Spices
• 1 Large Barrel of Flour
• 1 Large Barrel of Corn Meal
• 1 Large Barrel of Rice
• 1 Large Barrel of Dried Beans
• 1 Large Barrel of Cured Bacon
• 1 Large Barrel Cured of Hams
• 1 Large Barrel of Cured Salted Fish
• 5 Bushels Potatoes
• 5 Bushels Apples
• 5 Bushel Turnips
• 5 Bushel Carrots
• 25 Gallon Barrel of Water
• 1 Large Barrel Beer
• 5 Cases Wine

Camp Supplies
• 1 camp saw
• 1 ax
• 1 hatchet
• 1 file•
• 1 sharpening stone
• Trail Dining Fly (10' X 12')
• Dining Fly Ropes
• Dining Fly Poles
• Dining Fly Stakes
• 100 ft of 3/16" or 1/4" solid-braid rope
• 1 roll of bailing twine
• 1 roll waxed string
• 12 spare tent pegs
• 1 tent & pack repair kit
• 1 threaded sewing awl for field repair of packs and tents
• 2 Pair "Fire" Gloves
• Set of Wash Buckets (3 diff sizes)
• 50 Tinder Boxes
• 10 water skins,
• 20 bars of soap,
• 5 flasks of oil (1 pint each)


When he was finished with the needs of his clan Tohmaz again addressed the “Officials”.

“I too will need some personal items among them are trousers, vest, soft boots, 5 heavy bows, 60 quivers of arrows (12 in each quiver), 3 throwing axes, two strong sheath knives with sheath, a belt with hip utility pouches, 50 bandages , a medicine pouch with herbs and salves, 1 flint & steel, 50 tinder boxes of 10 fires each. “

"I will need a horse with light tack. A swift and agile animal, raised on the plains and skilled in battle and stealth."

“But most of all I would request a strong Staff. It should be six feet in length and six inches around. It will be made of balance unflawed Ash and clad with iron for six inches over each end.”

“The others are skilled with the sword, but I will defend my clan to the death with the strong wood of my Goddess’s forest.”
Nodding to his clan Tohmaz took his seat and continued his meal.

Previously at The House of Sludge Tohmaz the Shaman had taken his cue from BluddGrinn the War Cleric to address the dignitaries and request a vast list of supplies to feed and provide adequate provisions for his newly found Clan of Crimson Crusaders, plus his own personal items for defending his Clan.

This Shaman would fight for his Clan, but his main focus was to make sure there was provisions aplenty for each individual Crimson Crusader, as well as the entire Clan. He awaited a response, nodded to his Clan and resumed his meal.

The Lady Marchessa Fabressa responded quickly without even batting an eye: "The Empress Pryzmira will be pleased to hear that such a gallant Clan of Crimson Crusaders are preparing for a war against the evils emanating from beyond the borders of The Realm of New Aenochia.

All these items will be granted over the next few days, plus whatever your companions may need for their personal use during your journey will be added as they submit their requests!

I am quite sure that your surprise gifts from The Chancel, The House of D'Amter and The Swilling Swan will be put to good use once you gain an understanding of their importance!"
Botkinburg 2:30pm
The House of D'Amter
Monday, May 7, 30awd (After Winter Dark)
Hermannus had instructed his assistant priest Maik Felder to escort the Crimson Crusaders Clan to The House of D'Amter (Area 6), which was a short walk between the Keller's Farm (Area 16) and the Farrier (Area 12) to a large single story wood framed house with an attached barn located just north of The House of Sludge (Area 1) and a bit east of a family of halfling woodsmen (Area 25) the Shipps.

Maik Felder freely spoke about the imminent dangers lurking about in The Barren Wood and The Black Tooth Ridge. He genuinely was concerned about the safety of the townspeople of Botkinburg and expressed his gratefulness to the 8 Crimson Crusaders for answering the Call for Crusaders from the Empress Pryzmira in defiance of the rumored Curse of the Crimson Crusaders.

As they approached The House of D'Amter, a large white mastiff dog began barking, alerting his masters that company was approaching. They could see a small smokehouse located in the back yard, along with several milk cows.

Above the front door they noticed a lintel with a carving of an owl and an inscription on it: 'With my hands, I bring life.'

Before anyone could knock on the door, an older man wearing padded armor and carrying a war hammer, stooped and bent with a long white beard and skin wrinkled and cracked with age, invited the newcomers to enter his humble abode. Maik had already informed them that this was a cleric who had devoted his entire life to healing and had never laid his hand upon anyone in violence. He did not intend to do so now, no matter what danger was threatening Botkinburg from The Barren Wood or The Black Tooth Ridge.

Maik introduced the Crimson Crusaders Clan to Lars and Gisela Hafner, devotees to a deity of healing and curing, then excused himself once he felt the new recruits were comfortable enough to be left alone with their new host and hostess, politely bowing and saying as he walked out the door:

"You may feel free to come back to The Chancel any time during your stay in Botkinburg. If you have any more questions or would like to come to pray or to meditate, then the door to The Chancel is always open to any of you Crimson Crusaders."
Once Maik had left them alone, Lars' wife Gisela offered the 8 Crimson Crusaders some herb tea and delicious roots and berries for a healthy snack. Gisela is an accomplished herbalist and knows much about curing the ill and wounded, who helps Lars with his duties.

Although their healing services are free to all who seek their aid, the Hafners are usually awarded some type of compensation such as food or herbs or a service for their labor of love to the community.

After an appropriate time of small talk, allowing Lars Hafner enough time to weigh the character and intent of the 8 Crimson Crusaders, he instructed his wife Gisela to bring the gift they had prepared for each of the Crimson Crusaders Clan members.

"Our gift to The Halfling of Legend and his unlikely band of heroes who company with him is A Single Prayer Bead that can cast one of the following 3 spells per day:

Cure Serious Wounds, Remove Blindness/Deafness or Remove Disease.

What is so special about this rare Prayer Bead is that any of these spells on a given day may only be used on yourself ... not for another.

Ironically ... each of these beads has a unique Ruby hue … fitting for a Clan of 8 Crimson Crusaders who will openly defy the rumored Curse of the Crimson Crusaders!

You must secret your very own Prayer Bead on your person ... however you choose ... for it will take a full 8 days for your particular Prayer Bead to attune itself to harmonize with your spirit, soul and body.

This knowledge should fully answer your unspoken question as to why the Lady Marchess Fabressa informed you upon your arrival that you were to prepare yourselves to depart from Botkinburg in 9 days!

From what I have beheld of the dead, dying and wounded Gold, Emerald and Crimson Crusaders who have been brought to us over the past several months ... You Will Most Likely Have A Personal Need For Using These Prayer Beads! There Are UnKnown Dangers Lurking About The Black Tooth Ridge!”

All we ask for payment ... is that should any or all of you Crimson Crusaders be able to find your way back to Botkinburg ... Please Bring Us Some Rare Herbs ... Animal Parts ... Or Similar Items!

I Would Especially Like to Have a Feather of an Oslen Owl ... a Rare Species of Fowl that Lived in The Barren Wood ... Ages Ago!"
Lars and Gisela smiled pleasantly as they handed each of the 8 Crimson Crusaders their own personal Ruby hued Prayer Bead. Then his wife Gisela asked a Special Favor as she poured more tea:

"Good Shaman ... If You Find the Time ... Would You Please Go to The Keep ... To See If You Can Ease the Pain of Clement Botkin?

Clement Botkin defended this town when it was known as Stoneway. His Knights and Soldiers protected all who would come here to live. Later the town was renamed in his honor ... Botkinburg!

Through his wisdom and strength Clement Botkin kept folk safe here for many years. But time passed and has robbed dear Clement of both his wits ... and his son ... who died at the hands of orcs ... while exploring the unknown recesses of The Black Tooth Ridge!

His grandson Volkmar has taken charge of The Keep in his dead father's stead ... and Clement is now too old and feeble of mind and body ... moaning in pain and eating soup.

Please Comfort Him Dear Shaman!

Volkmar's attitude has angered Clement's longtime ally and friend, Aldadius Mastinfelderin, a wizard of some repute. Perhaps one of you could go to The Keep to speak with Aldadius?

Volkmar has an Uncle named Frekin ... who lost an arm long ago in battle with an orc ... who is now in charge of the soldiery at The Keep. Now he could tell you a thing or two about fighting orcs!

If any of you are considering keeping your gold coins and found treasures at The Keep ... the Lady Marchessa Fabressa will make sure no one steals your possessions! Her consort Gideon will make sure your possessions are well protected by those in his charge!

Your Coins and Treasures will also be well guarded and quite safe in The Halfling Community ... if you would rather your valuables be stored there!

Speaking of the Halflings ... You should probably prepare yourselves to journey on over to The Swilling Swan ... for your third gift of the day!"
Lars and Gisela engage the Crimson Crusaders Clan in a bit of more pleasant conversation as they walk their guests outside to point them in the direction of The Swilling Swan (Area 20) which is not very far away for the 8 Crimson Crusaders to walk by themselves.

They also make it plain to their departing guests that they are free to stop by anytime while they are in Botkinburg to drink more herb tea and eat some healthy snacks.

NOTE FROM THE CASTLE KEEPER
Please be sure to post at the QnA what Areas your PC Character will be exploring to talk to the people in Botkinburg, if you have not already done so or contacted me personally.

I also need to know if your PC Character will be staying at The Bent Hook or in The Halfling Community?

Also where your PC Character intends to have his or her Gold Coins and Treasures stored during the course of this adventure?

You Still Have Time to do some Back Posting reflections on what has occured thus far upon your arrival in Botkinburg.

In a few days I will post what transpires at The Swilling Swan.

Clement Botkin defended this town when it was known as Stoneway. His Knights and Soldiers protected all who would come here to live. Later the town was renamed in his honor ... Botkinburg!

Through his wisdom and strength Clement Botkin kept folk safe here for many years. But time passed and has robbed dear Clement of both his wits ... and his son ... who died at the hands of orcs ... while exploring the unknown recesses of The Black Tooth Ridge!

His grandson Volkmar has taken charge of The Keep in his dead father's stead ... and Clement is now too old and feeble of mind and body ... moaning in pain and eating soup.
BluddGrinn the Grim thoughtfully fingered his Tome of Leadership and Influence that the young priest Maik Felder had presented to the War Cleric, as he remembered countless memories of Orcs trying to take his life on numerous occasions, plus the slayings of family and friends.

"I Hate Orcs!" muttered the War Cleric out loud as distant memories of his battles underneath the Aratock Mountains came flooding back to his consciousness as he tried in vain to suppress those tormenting memories of the losses of family members and friends.

Volkmar's attitude has angered Clement's longtime ally and friend, Aldadius Mastinfelderin, a wizard of some repute. Perhaps one of you could go to The Keep to speak with Aldadius?

Volkmar has an Uncle named Frekin ... who lost an arm long ago in battle with an orc ... who is now in charge of the soldiery at The Keep. Now he could tell you a thing or two about fighting orcs!
"Orcs!

I Can Smell The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Can Taste The Evil Of The Orcs!"
BluddGrinn fairly spat the words out of his mouth as he thought upon Volkmar's father dying at the hands of orcs somewhere in the confines of The Black Tooth Ridge and how his Uncle Frekin must have battled valiantly against the orc that cost him his arm.

"I Do Not Care Much For Volkmar!

But I Will Go To The Keep To Trade Orc War Stories With His Uncle!

Those Who Fight Orcs Are My Comrades For Life!

Perhaps While I Am At The Keep I May Speak With This Wizard Aldadius?

A Wizard Angered By Volkmar Is Certainly Worth Talking To!"
BluddGrinn toyed playfully with the Ruby hued Prayer Bead as he considered talking to the Wizard Aldadius and Uncle Frekin. It would be most gratifying to hear what either of them had to say about the things that Volkmar had spoken of earlier that afternoon, regarding his opinion of what was actually transpiring in The Barren Wood and The Black Tooth Ridge.

Smiling to himself, the War Cleric decided that he would have this Ruby hued Prayer Bead braided into his beard for safe keeping. The Tinker would have been glad to know that the people of Botkinburg were so gracious to provide such items to help these Crimson Crusaders battle against the taint of evil that was threatening to swarm upon the unsuspecting populace of The Realm of New Aenochia.

Gripping the edges of his Tome of Leadership and Influence that the young priest Maik Felder had presented to the War Cleric, BluddGrinn pushed those dark musings from his immediate attention as he made himself think of more pleasant things with which to immediately to occupy his thoughts.

The lure of locating hidden gold and other treasure began to resurface in BluddGrinn's thoughts. Nothing like going to war against the unknown evil for the lure of gold and unknown treasure!

"I Hate Orcs!

I Hate Goblins!

I Hate UnDead Foes Of All Kinds!

I Hate The Minions Of The Horned One!

But I Love Locating Gold And Battling Any Foe Who Gets In My Way Of Finding And Claiming Lost Treasure!

Should I Find Any Items Of Interest To The House Of D'Amter During My Questing ... I Shall Be Sure To Bring Them To You Friend Lars!

Thank You For This Fine Prayer Bead ... It Should Serve Me Well Against Orcs ... And Other Vermin ... Where Ever They Be Lurking!"

After an appropriate time of small talk, allowing Lars Hafner enough time to weigh the character and intent of the 8 Crimson Crusaders, he instructed his wife Gisela to bring the gift they had prepared for each of the Crimson Crusaders Clan members.

”Our gift to The Halfling of Legend and his unlikely band of heroes who company with him is A Single Prayer Bead that can cast one of the following 3 spells per day:

Cure Serious Wounds, Remove Blindness/Deafness or Remove Disease.

What is so special about this rare Prayer Bead is that any of these spells on a given day may only be used on yourself ... not for another.

Ironically ... each of these beads has a unique Ruby hue ... fitting for a Clan of 8 Crimson Crusaders who will openly defy the rumored Curse of the Crimson Crusaders!

You must secret your very own Prayer Bead on your person ... however you choose ... for it will take a full 8 days for your particular Prayer Bead to attune itself to harmonize with your spirit, soul and body.

This knowledge should fully answer your unspoken question as to why the Lady Marchess Fabressa informed you upon your arrival that you were to prepare yourselves to depart from Botkinburg in 9 days!

From what I have beheld of the dead, dying and wounded Gold, Emerald and Crimson Crusaders who have been brought to us over the past several months ... You Will Most Likely Have A Personal Need For Using These Prayer Beads! There Are UnKnown Dangers Lurking About The Black Tooth Ridge!”

All we ask for payment ... is that should any or all of you Crimson Crusaders be able to find your way back to Botkinburg ... Please Bring Us Some Rare Herbs … Animal Parts ... Or Similar Items!

I Would Especially Like to Have a Feather of an Oslen Owl ... a Rare Species of Fowl that Lived in The Barren Wood ... Ages Ago!”

Lars and Gisela smiled pleasantly as they handed each of the 8 Crimson Crusaders their own personal Ruby hued Prayer Bead.
Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords was a bit caught off guard that Lars Hafner and his wife Gisela would so matter-of-factly refer to him as The Halfling of Legend. These were humans, albeit human healers, who were openly referring to him by the same title that the halflings from here to the Sword Studio of Preston Tallfellow had been conferring upon him during his travels.

He wondered a bit about how his Crimson Crusaders Clan members were reacting to such information, but Drogo kept these thoughts to himself. It was more important to the Halfling Fighter that he do his part to battle against the evils they would soon be encountering.

Drogo would lead the charge against any and all opposition if that is what it would take to help defend and protect his comrades, but he was certain that if any orcs made the mistake of getting anywhere near the Crimson Crusaders Clan, that it would be the War Cleric who would be leading the charge!

As the Prayer Beads were offered to each Crimson Crusader, Drogo Tulk opened his hand to freely receive the gift that was freely given. He was certain that their lives may depend upon these beads before they ever returned to Botkinburg.

Drogo bowed and thanked the Hafners for their precious gift, making a mental note to himself that if he were able to free himself from the various members of The Halfling Community who would be certain to hound the Halfling Fighter about his being The Halfling of Legend, that he would return to The House of D'Amter to speak more freely with Lars and Gisela about their knowledge of this legend.

The Halfling Fighter looked around at the rest of the members of his Crimson Crusaders Clan and noted how they readily accepted their gift, sensing that each one knew the irony of receiving a Ruby hued Prayer Bead for their own personal healing, whenever the time would surely come to use it.

Drogo watched BluddGrinn toy with his personal Prayer Bead and noticed that the War Cleric was playing with his beard as if he were trying to decide where to place the Prayer Bead. It would certainly work for The Grim One, but Drogo needed to decide where the appropriate place on his person would be for the Prayer Bead to attune itself to his spirit, soul and body.

He did not have a beard, so that was out of the question. He could place it in his hair as a braid much like the War Cleric seemed to be deciding to do, but Drogo was not quite comfortable with the idea of wearing his personal Prayer Bead in his hair.

After much thought Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords decided that he would ask Eva Whitefoot to make him a bracelet suitable for wearing on his left wrist that would hold the Ruby hued Prayer Bead safe and secure where he could see it and call upon its healing power in time of need.

Drogo was satisfied with himself that he had made the right decision for himself in regards to wearing the Ruby hued Prayer Bead. He listened with interest as Gisela made her request to the Shaman to visit Clement Botkin and was a bit amused as BluddGrinn declared his intentions to talk to the wizard and the uncle who lost an arm to the War Cleric's most hated type of foe.

Soon it was time to leave and Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords began to inwardly brace himself for the reception that he was sure to receive from The Halfling Community, in regards to their conviction that the Halfling Fighter was The Halfling of Legend foretold of in prophecies; who would company with a band of unlikely heroes to confront the unknown evil threatening their way of life in Botkinburg.

Tohmaz had look forward to the visit with Lars and Gisela Haffner .
He had hoped to learn from them more of herbs and healing. Those are the things that would help him care for his clan.
If the clan was ever to succeed this quest they must stay as health as possible.
BluddGinn is a good healer, but he is also a brave and strong fighter and would need Tohmaz to keep him strong. Rhiannon can heal too, but she too will be in the thick of the melee.

When Lars and Gisela told them of the heal gift Tohmaz saw the wisdom in the gift.
A healer will not always be there when a member is beaten down and being able to heal yourself may turn the tide. And if the healer is beaten down then all will suffer.
So with respect and with much graditude Tohmaz received his Crimson Bead.

The bead would blend with the others he had made and currently hung against his chest.
The bead would rest over his heart. The rhythm of his life would pound softly into the bead.

Then Gisela requested that he visit the elder Botkin.
Tohmaz was confused as to why he would be request to tend the aged hero of this community.
The Shaman was honored but what could a simple servant of Atira do for the patriarch of these people.

Looking at the Tome that had been presented to him Tohmaz said,

“I am honored to visit the namesake of this fair town. Let them know I will be there mid afternoon tomorrow.”

Trossach could not help but smile and thank the healers for their gift of the prayer bead. It seemed that there were some in this town who had sense, after all. Not the sense to give him gifts, but rather to recognize the seriousness of the situation.

He suspected they were right about the annoyed wizard. If the fool of a Baron had already annoyed him in only one meal, what must it do to those who were aware of the danger and saw it daily? Still, he suspected a barbarian half-orc from the wilds was probably not the right emissary to send. He hoped one of his new clan would be up to that task. But perhaps the one-armed captain of the guard who knew much of orcs? That seemed like the place for an experienced war captain like himself to go to seek information.

And he still wished to seek out the furrier and others who travelled these lands. Information was what he sought.

In the meantime he had other decisions to make.

The book - what an amazing gift. He would begin his studies as soon as the time for meetings was over.

The prayer bead - where to keep it? It seemed clear that it was the sort of thing destined to be held in a piece of jewelry. He didn't believe in fancy things, but a simple string of leather could hold it in a necklace over his heart. Where better to get in toon with the soul of the barbarian? And what better place to hold that which would keep him whole? It would work. He could do such easy bead work himself.

What other gifts would come their way? Clearly someone was taking this trip very seriously.

As he sat and listened to the healer he heard another reference to the "Halfling of Legend." He didn't think much of legends. Legends were made, not lived up to. This halfling would become a legend if he earned it. There was no other way for it. But somehow, the halfling he had already internally dubbed "wolverine" seemed likely to be up to the task. Although a betrothal before going off to war seemed a bit odd to the Barbarian.

Such thoughts made it easier for him to lean towards staying in the halfling community while in Botkinburg. Those in the Inn had not impressed him. Hopefully the Halflings would. One already had, but he was not a local.

As they prepared to leave the Chancel, Trossach thanked their hosts for everything. They seemed the kind of people that made all this fighting worth while. The leaders of this community might not be worth the effort, but as was so frequently the case, the normal towns folk deserved better. He might be able to consider turning his back on the Baron, but not on people such as the healers.

And where to begin this quest to defend the town and its good people? Again, he needed information. Although he was already leaning towards a first target - the Ogre. Why not make the first step be the acquisition of a powerful ally? And he had no desire to leave such a threat behind him. He didn't want an Ogre between himself and the protection afforded by the town. So perhaps they should take a pig with them when they started travelling.

thiannon listen quietly to all what was being said as they moved to place to place. THere was not much need to comment on most of it and thus remained silently attentive. She kept notes od all the points that she thought might be useful once they had left town and were on their own.

It was only when supplies were being discussed she did add that they should make sure that they had plenty of arrow, and handed them one of her own. "They should be at least of this length. Since I am one of tallest, with the greatest draw length. others would be able to use these as well.

"Tonmaz, may I accompany you. I have no deed to browse around time now but would much rather meet the fools who founded this place. It will be enough to do so later. I might gain some useful information from these people."

Botkinburg 4pm
The Swilling Swan
Monday, May 7, 30awd (After Winter Dark)
The Swilling Swan is a small brew house and bar built into the side of Bafler Hill. It is almost exclusively frequented by the halflings in Botkinburg as it is built only to accommodate people of their size. However, some of the humans do gather outside at several tables to partake of the good halfling wines the brew master concocts.

This is usually a jovial place as the owner, Megarin Paracook does this for fun rather than for a living. Having some experience at a winery, when Megarin arrived, he immediately started gathering local berries and set about making wines.

All his wines are seasonal and he often runs short as he does not collect enough ingredients to make enough wine to last the season. When he does have the wine though, he sells it very cheaply and offers it for parties, gatherings and other social occasions.

Megarin lives nearby with a large family of 9. They spend much of the year tending their crops and raising sheep. Two of Megarin's children, Namel and Mose, are adventerous sorts and have traveled far and wide in The Barren Wood.

They have also been to Fromkin's Pass which is the location of the only remaining bridge that crosses over The Hruesen River to the escarpment above The Black Tooth Ridge. It was so solidly built in ages past that it has withstood the ravages of man, nature and time.

As the 8 Crimson Crusaders walk up to a table to be seated outside The Swilling Swan, they can clearly hear Namel (wearing a short sword, sling and leather armor) and Mose (wearing 2 daggers, a short bow, leather armor and carrying thieves tools) boasting about having crossed over this bridge many times.

According to Namel and Mose: "It is a blocky utilitarian bridge, broad enough for 2 wagons to pass abreast. Along both sides are low stone rails. The stone is worn smooth from uncountable thousands of footsteps and wagon wheel grooves, from years of wear, scar the center of the bridge.

Statues once adorned each corner of the bridge. All but one have long since been destroyed. At the east end of the bridge is a broken and cracked statue of a large predatory bird perched atop a helmet. The giant beak and malicious eyes are stretched to the heavens as if looking for direction.

The bridge connects with a time worn, paved path on the ridge line side. This is Fromkin's Pass. The path is broad and wide and created in such a manner as to allow wagon traffic and so angles up the ridge in several switchbacks.

At each turn in the path is a small, stone, one roomed building which once housed soldiers of The Horned One. As the path nears the summit of the ridge, the top of a large crumbling tower can be seen – Fromkin's Aerie as it is locally known.

This ruined tower once had a wall and several buildings surrounding it, though all have fallen into rubble now. The tower itself has only a little of the internal and external structure left. It is entirely hollow and one section of it is completely collapsed revealing gutted and burned insides.

Except for the upper floor of the tower, only a few old and rotted beams remain. Nearly half of the uppermost floor remains while a portion of the staircase clings precariously to the wall of the tower. The ground about the tower is littered with small carcases and bones and the decayed remains of animals.

Nothing lives in or around the tower except some stirges. The stirges sometimes bring back small game for the young to suck on and the bones drop from the nest above to collect at the base of the tower.

The stirges nest in the decayed walls and rubble of the upper reaches of the tower. There are 15 stirges nesting in the tower, though at any given time 3-12 of them are gone. All of the nests are located on the wall while the remaining floor is used as a feeding area.

There are several animal carcases here as well as a kobold carcase. Unless really hungry the stirges do not attack prey as large as a human. However, should a halfling, gnome or dwarf make themselves easy targets or stand out alone, the stirges may consider them prey.

Should anyone attempt to climb the tower or threaten the stirges nesting area, they do attack. But we do not think these Crimson Crusaders seated together over here are much interested in battling stirges, as there are plenty of other mysterious crags and crevices to investigate all along the ridge."
The first berry wine of the season is brought to the 8 Crimson Crusaders in tankards as curious halflings and humans crane their necks to catch a glimpse of the legendary group that has finally arrived in Botkinburg as was spoken in prophecies aforetime.

Namel and Mose have silently removed themselves from the spotlight as Wymon Whitefoot steps forward to greet the 8 Crimson Crusaders. He reiterates the invitation to come to The Halfling Community on the other side of Bafler Hill to find hospitable accommodations and to entrust their 100 Gold Coins and any found treasures in the months following into the safekeeping of trusted halflings inside The Halfling Community.

"But you did not come here for small talk ... pardon the pun ... or to hear tales of The Black Tooth Ridge ... or rumors of the arrival of The Halfling of Legend and his companions!

Aside from drinking the First Berry Wine of the season ... You all have come to receive your gift from the populace of The Halfling Community!

All I will say in regards to our earlier meeting at The House of Sludge ... is that the unknown evil threats to our Halfling Community are quite real ... not imagined ... nor are they simply tales to scare our little children ... or to keep our adults from straying too far into The Barren Wood ... or to prevent them from exploring for treasure in The Black Tooth Ridge!

We have reports from some of our newly arrived halfling emissaries that indisputable evidence of a war band of orcs has drawn dangerously close to our community!

However ... I am sure that the roving bands of Emerald Crusaders will engage them before they can become a dangerous threat to Botkinburg ... plus we have some Gold Crusaders also patrolling the borders of Botkinburg as we speak to ensure the safety of our community!

What is important for the 8 of you Crimson Crusaders ... is that our community has come into the rare possession of a collection of rings to aid us in preparation for the coming war against the unknown evil beyond our borders!

From that collection we have 8 Rings of Sustenance that we are freely giving to The Halfling of Legend and the unlikely assortment of heroes that company with him ... to help each member of this Crimson Crusaders Clan to confront the dangers that are threatening our community!

This is our way of saying 'Thank You' for answering the Call for Crusaders sent out by the Empress Pryzmira ... and for your courage to defy the Curse of the Crimson Crusaders ... to help our families!

This pearl ring continually provides its wearer with life sustaining nourishment. The ring also refreshes the body and mind, so that its wearer needs only sleep 2 hours per day to gain the benefit of 8 hours of sleep.

The ring must be worn for a full week before it begins to work. If it is removed, the owner must wear it for another week to reattune it to himself.

So if you will be so kind as to accept this gift from our community ... and put the ring on the finger of your choice ... it will adjust itself to your finger and begin to attune itself to your mind and body ... and should be fully functional by next Monday!"
The 8 Crimson Crusaders receive their rings and place them upon the finger of their own personal choice, before settling in for some more First Berry Wine and the tunes of a halfling bard, providing soothing music to go along with their further conversations with Wymon Whitefoot that confirm their suspicions that Volkmar and the sheriff were either avoiding or trying to cover up the dangers to the inhabitants of Botkinburg!

While Wymon Whitefoot confirms what they have heard from the priests and the Hafners, each Crimson Crusader becomes aware of a strange sensation occurring deep within their souls and bodies!

Each Crimson Crusader is experiencing the beginning of the enhancement of their particular class abilities! Plus undergoing a positive change in each of their abilities to withstand the negative affects of damage inflicted upon them in any way shape or form!

Drogo Tulk the Fighter will become a Level 4 Fighter on Monday, May 14.
COMBAT DOMINANCE: At 4th level, the fighter gains an extra attack with any weapon when fighting opponents with 1 hit die or less. In order to use this ability, the fighter must direct all attacks in a combat round against opponents that meet these criteria.

The fighter can split the available attacks among qualified opponents as desired. This ability improves as
the fighter progresses in levels. The fighter gains an additional attack for every four levels gained after 4th level. So, at 8th level, the fighter is allowed a total of three attacks, and at 12th level, the fighter gains four attacks against these opponents.

[Upon reaching Level 4 Drogo will have 52 Hit Points instead of 39 Hit Points!]

Karvilo the Ranger will become a Level 3 Ranger on Thursday, May 10.
COMBAT MARAUDER: Rangers possess an extraordinary ability to combat their most common foes, humanoids and giants, due to intense training and study of their enemy’s fighting techniques. When fighting humanoids (bugbears, gnolls, goblins, hobgoblins, kobolds, orcs and the like) or giants (giants, ogres and the like), a ranger inflicts extra damage. This damage bonus is +1 at 1st level, with an additional +1 gained at every level beyond first. For example, a 5th level ranger would inflict an additional 5 hp of damage for each successful hit against a humanoid or giant. The use of this ability is dependent upon the armor worn. Wearing armors other than those allowed reduces the ranger’s mobility and swiftness of arm such that he cannot effectively use this ability.

TRACK (Wisdom): The ranger can successfully track any creature in a wilderness setting that leaves a discernable trace. They can also determine characteristics about the creature being tracked. With a successful wisdom check, a ranger can find and follow a creature’s tracks or trail for 5 hours. The ranger can also hide tracks at the same level of ability. When tracking or hiding tracks from humanoids or giants, a ranger receives a +2 bonus to the attribute check. The Castle Keeper may apply bonuses or
penalties for varying conditions, such as the length of time elapsed since the tracks were made, weather conditions, the number of creatures tracked and whether the tracked creature moved through water or a secret door. A successful track check may also impart information about the creature(s) being tracked.

Once a trail is found, a track check can determine the general number and type of creatures being tracked. The number of creatures tracked should be disclosed to the player by using one of the following categories: individuals (1-6), band (6-30), troop (20-100), or army (100+), and also one from the following categories: beast, fey, giant, humanoid, plant, vermin, or other (aberration, construct,
dragon, elemental, magical beast, ooze, outsider, shapechanger, or undead).

For many creatures, the ranger can not identify its exact type; only that it is a creature of such nature until some experience has been gained tracking it. A ranger can identify specific animal tracks with no effort. After having tracked a particular type of creature several times, the ranger can later identify its tracks. At 5th level, a ranger can identify the specific type of creature(s) being tracked if belonging to one of the following categories and with which the ranger has had some interaction: beast, fey, giant, humanoid, plant or vermin.

At 3rd level, a ranger can ascertain distinguishing characteristics about the creatures tracked, such as whether they are wounded, exhausted, carrying heavy objects or wearing certain armor. The ranger might even be able to determine if a spell caster is in the group being tracked. The marks or characteristics determined are limited only by the Castle Keeper’s imagination and desire to provide or enhance story elements during game play.

[Upon reaching Level 3 Karvilo will have 33 Hit Points instead of 22 Hit Points!]

Brenys the Rogue will become a Level 4 Rogue on Monday, May 14.
SNEAK ATTACK: At 4th level, a rogue has learned to adapt back attack skills to more general situations. When an opponent or victim is aware of the rogue, but unsuspecting of an attack, a rogue can use the sneak attack ability. For example, a rogue could be having a conversation with a potential victim while hiding a poisoned stiletto up his sleeve, intending to strike once a piece of vital information is learned. Or, a rogue could be perched in the shadows of a tree, waiting for the perfect opportunity
to fire a crossbow.

Unlike the back attack, sneak attack situations do not necessarily require a previously successful hide or move silently check, although the Castle Keeper could require success in one or both,
depending upon the circumstances if necessary. The opponent is not allowed to roll for initiative until the round following the attack.

A rogue making a sneak attack gains a +2 bonus to hit and a +4 bonus to damage. Ranged weapons can be used for sneak attacks if the target is within 30 feet. A rogue cannot aim with deadly accuracy from beyond that range. A sneak attack cannot be combined with back attack.

This ability is affected by wearing armor not on the rogue armor list.

[Upon reaching Level 4 Brenys will have 32 Hit Points instead of 24 Hit Points!]

Trossach the Barbarian will become a Level 3 Barbarian on Thursday, May 10.
INTIMIDATE: Barbarians offer an imposing display of ferocious raw power. They instinctively realize that victory lies in the wine-besotted, soft demeanors of their foe and that brute force works best when
combined with overwhelming terror.

Barbarians are able to project themselves as this brutal, terrifying force. Whether through sheer force of will, or savage decorum, a barbarian is able to strike fear into and intimidate his opponents. Any creature of equal or lesser hit dice of the barbarian whom fails a charisma check suffers -2 to all rolls, including but not limited to initiative, attack, damage and attribute checks. This ability takes effect as soon as the barbarian uses the ability, and it has 15 foot radius area of effect.

At 1st level, a barbarian can intimidate one creature. The number of creatures increases with level as follows: up to 2 creatures at 3rd level, up to 4 creatures at 6th level, up to 8 creatures at 10th level, and up to 16 creatures at 15th level.

[Upon reaching Level 3 Trossach will have 45 Hit Points instead of 30 Hit Points!]

Rhiannon the Monk will become a Level 3 Monk on Thursday, May 10. She will also become a Level 4 Monk on Monday, May 14
IRON BODY: A monk’s training and bodily control creates a hardiness and toughness that makes the monk more resistant than normal to harmful toxins and diseases, and to effects that control, paralyze, or kill.

At 1st level, the character gains a +1 bonus to saving throws versus disease, poison, paralysis, polymorph, petrification and death attack. The bonus increases to +2 at 3rd level, +3 at 6th level, +4 at 10th level, and +5 at 15th level.

IRON FISTS: Beginning at 3rd level, a monk has begun to master his martial ability to such an extent that his unarmed attacks strike as if dealt by a magic weapon. Thus, the monk can strike and damage creatures hit only by magic weapons.

At 3rd level, the monk’s unarmed attack is equal a +1 magic weapon. This ability improves as the monk rises in levels as follows: +2 at 5th, +3 at 8th, +4 at 12th and +5 at 17th. Note, the ability does not confer any actual bonus to hit and damage.

SLOW FALL: At 4th level, a monk’s body control allows him to slow his fall if within 10 feet of a vertical surface. By using the wall or surface, the monk breaks his fall and takes less damage than normal. The damage is reduced as if the fall were 20 feet shorter than it actually is.

As the monk progresses in levels, the damage reduction increases as follows: 25 feet at 6th level, 30 feet at 9th level, 35 feet at 13th level, and 40 feet at 18th level.

Monk Special Abilities
Level 3 Armor Class 12 Primary Attack 1d6 Fast Movement 40
Level 4 Armor Class 13 Primary Attack 1d8 Fast Movement 40
[Upon reaching Level 3 Rhiannon will have 45 Hit Points instead of 30 Hit Points!]
[Upon reaching Level 4 Rhiannon will have 60 Hit Points instead of 45 Hit Points!]

BluddGrinn the Cleric will become a Level 3 Cleric on Thursday, May 10. He will also become a Level 4 Cleric on Monday, May 14
At Level 3 His Spell Casting Ability will increase to include 1 level 2 spell, 1 bonus level 2 spell plus 1 Level 2 Special Dwarf Spell.

At Level 4 His Spell Casting Ability will increase to include 1 more level 1 spell and 1 more level 2 spell.

The Castle Keeper will assign Spells.
[Upon reaching Level 3 BluddGrinn will have 33 Hit Points instead of 22 Hit Points!]
[Upon reaching Level 4 BluddGrinn will have 44 Hit Points instead of 33 Hit Points!]

Tohmaz the Shaman will become a Level 3 Shaman on Thursday, May 10. He will also become a Level 4 Shaman on Monday, May 14
WOODLAND STRIDE: At 3rd level, druids gain the ability to move through natural thorns, briars, overgrown areas and similar terrain at normal speed and without suffering damage or other impairment. When doing so, druids leave no trail in the natural surroundings and cannot be tracked. However, thorns, briars and overgrown areas that are enchanted or magically manipulated to impede motion still affect druids.

At Level 3 His Spell Casting Ability will increase to include 1 level 2 spell, 1 bonus level 2 spell plus 1 Level 2 Special American Indian Spell.

At Level 4 His Spell Casting Ability will increase to include 1 more level 1 spell and 1 more level 2 spell.

The Castle Keeper will assign Spells.
[Upon reaching Level 3 Tohmaz will have 30 Hit Points instead of 20 Hit Points!]
[Upon reaching Level 4 Tohmaz will have 40 Hit Points instead of 30 Hit Points!]

Shayleigh the Bard will become a Level 3 Bard on Thursday, May 10.
[Upon reaching Level 3 Shayleigh will have 33 Hit Points instead of 22 Hit Points!]

NOTE FROM THE CASTLE KEEPER

You Still Have Time to do some Back Posting reflections on what has transpired thus far in our adventure.

Hopefully by Tuesday December 21 (Real Life Time) I will post what each PC Character has learned from the people they have talked with in Botkinburg the past 4 days (Tuesday May 8 thru Friday May 11).

You have until Friday December 17 (Real Life Time) to either send me a PM Message or post in the QnA to let me know what Areas of the Botkinburg Map your PC Character would like to explore for possible information to help in the exploration of The Black Tooth Ridge

We have reports from some of our newly arrived halfling emissaries that indisputable evidence of a war band of orcs has drawn dangerously close to our community!

However ... I am sure that the roving bands of Emerald Crusaders will engage them before they can become a dangerous threat to Botkinburg ... plus we have some Gold Crusaders also patrolling the borders of Botkinburg as we speak to ensure the safety of our community!
"I Hate Orcs!" shouted the War Cleric as he slammed his tankard of First Berry Wine on the table as he recalled the distant memories of his battles against his hated foes underneath the Aratock Mountains.

"Orcs!

I Can Smell The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Can Taste The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Want To Fight Orcs!

Let Them Dare To Come Near To Botkinburg!

They Will All Die!

I Promise We Will Eliminate These Orcs If They Are Foolish Enough To Come Here!"
BluddGrinn fairly spat these words out of his mouth as he thought upon how long it had been since he had actually killed an orc in battle.

"It Has Been Too Long Since I Killed An Orc!

Much Too Long Since I Have Faced My Hated Foes In Battle!"
BluddGrinn toyed playfully with the Ruby hued Prayer Bead as he quaffed the contents of his tankard.
He grimaced and looked at his Crimson Crusaders Clan, pondering in his own thoughts whether or not any or all would be as enthusiastic to battle his hated foes as the War Cleric was in expressing his desire to battle and eliminate any and all orcs that were foolish enough to draw too near to Botkinburg!

Gripping the edges of his Tome of Leadership and Influence that the young priest Maik Felder had presented to the War Cleric, BluddGrinn dismissed any negative thoughts that would cause him to doubt the voracity of his Crimson Crusader Clan when confronted with his hated foes.

The lure of locating hidden gold and other treasure began to resurface in BluddGrinn's thoughts as a lovely halfling maiden refilled his tankard with First Berry Wine. She leaned forward as she poured his drink and thanked the War Cleric for vowing to protect her and those in Botkinburg from any possible threat from orcs or any other evil thing that may try to harm them!

BluddGrinn the Grim looked the halfling maiden in the eye and assured her once more:

"I Hate Orcs!

I Hate Goblins!

I Hate UnDead Foes Of All Kinds!

I Hate The Minions Of The Horned One!

Any Evil Thing Lurking About That Would Try To Harm You Will Be Slain!"
BluddGrinn raised his tankard as a personal seal of his vow, then became serenely quiet as he focused upon what was being said by Wymon Whitefoot to the 8 Crimson Crusaders:

This pearl ring continually provides its wearer with life sustaining nourishment. The ring also refreshes the body and mind, so that its wearer needs only sleep 2 hours per day to gain the benefit of 8 hours of sleep.

The ring must be worn for a full week before it begins to work. If it is removed, the owner must wear it for another week to reattune it to himself.

So if you will be so kind as to accept this gift from our community ... and put the ring on the finger of your choice ... it will adjust itself to your finger and begin to attune itself to your mind and body ... and should be fully functional by next Monday!"
The young War Cleric readily accepted his new Ring of Sustenance and placed it upon his left thumb. He was amazed at the way the enchanted ring seemed to wrap itself around his thumb, almost becoming a part of his skin, promising not to hinder his grip on his battle blade.

"Thank You For This Ring!

This Gift Should Serve Me Well In Battle!"

"But you did not come here for small talk ... pardon the pun ... or to hear tales of The Black Tooth Ridge ... or rumors of the arrival of The Halfling of Legend and his companions!

Aside from drinking the First Berry Wine of the season ... You all have come to receive your gift from the populace of The Halfling Community!

All I will say in regards to our earlier meeting at The House of Sludge ... is that the unknown evil threats to our Halfling Community are quite real ... not imagined ... nor are they simply tales to scare our little children ... or to keep our adults from straying too far into The Barren Wood ... or to prevent them from exploring for treasure in The Black Tooth Ridge!"
Drogo Tulk of the Short Swords became a little more at ease as he enjoyed his tankard of First Berry Wine in the company of his Crimson Crusaders Clan and the curious halflings and humans who were seated outside The Swilling Swan.

At least they had not hammered him with questions about being The Halfling of Legend, nor had the halflings embarrassed the young Halfling Fighter in front of his comrades. He had become a bit uncomfortable being in the spotlight and being referred to as The Halfling of Legend, but Wymon Whitefoot had apparently spoken to the halflings to refrain from such conversation presently.

The important point was receiving their gift from The Halfling Community. Such talk of The Halfling of Legend would come soon enough when Drogo would leave The Swilling Swan to be introduced to the folk in The Halfling Community.

At least he was able to enjoy his tankard of First Berry Wine without being put on the spot for the moment, while Wymon Whitefoot emphasized that the dangers of unknown evil beyond the borders of Botkinburg were real and not imagined.

Drogo took solace in the fact that his Crimson Crusaders Clan members were well able to confront such evils with their own combined special abilities. He had never heard any talk of how The Halfling of Legend would defeat those unknown evil foes single handedly with his own abilities.

The young Halfling Fighter was well prepared to do so on his own, but he took heart that he was one of 8 Crimson Crusaders who were vastly different from the Crimson Crusaders who had been slain before they had arrived in Botkinburg.

Drogo planned to blend his abilities with the abilities of his Crimson Crusaders Clan members. He did not have an ego that needed to stand out from the others. He was content to provide his comrades with the needed support of his twin blades, or some well placed arrows or bolts in the heat of battle.

"We have reports from some of our newly arrived halfling emissaries that indisputable evidence of a war band of orcs has drawn dangerously close to our community!

However ... I am sure that the roving bands of Emerald Crusaders will engage them before they can become a dangerous threat to Botkinburg ... plus we have some Gold Crusaders also patrolling the borders of Botkinburg as we speak to ensure the safety of our community!"
As soon as Drogo heard those words he felt a tingling in his heart to go forth and fight against this evil that was drawing so dangerously close to his beloved Eva Whitefoot. The young Halfling Fighter was certain that BloodGrinn would fight them by himself if he caught their scent in the wind.

"I Hate Orcs!" shouted the War Cleric as he slammed his tankard of First Berry Wine on the table as he recalled the distant memories of his battles against his hated foes underneath the Aratock Mountains.

"Orcs!

I Can Smell The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Can Taste The Evil Of The Orcs!

I Want To Fight Orcs!

Let Them Dare To Come Near To Botkinburg!

They Will All Die!

I Promise We Will Eliminate These Orcs If They Are Foolish Enough To Come Here!"

BluddGrinn fairly spat these words out of his mouth as he thought upon how long it had been since he had actually killed an orc in battle.

"It Has Been Too Long Since I Killed An Orc!

Much Too Long Since I Have Faced My Hated Foes In Battle!"
Drogo fairly beamed at this unexpectedly expected outburst from the young War Cleric. At least Drogo was assured that BluddGrinn would not hesitate to engage these reported orcs in the heat of battle!

In fact, truth be told, the young Halfling Fighter realized that BluddGrinn would find any excuse now to go exploring The Barren Wood to fight orcs, before his Crimson Crusaders Clan was able to make all their preparations for exploring The Black Tooth Ridge and ridding the area of unknown evil that was certain to be lurking in the shadows of those eerie crags and fissures!

Then when the halfling maiden poured BluddGrinn another drink of First Berry Wine and told him how much she appreciated his vow to protect her and The Halfling Community from any invading orcs, the response from the War Cleric convinced Drogo that the two of them would soon be bloodying their blades against any orcs foolish enough to draw too near to Botkinburg!

"What is important for the 8 of you Crimson Crusaders … is that our community has come into the rare possession of a collection of rings to aid us in preparation for the coming war against the unknown evil beyond our borders!

From that collection we have 8 Rings of Sustenance that we are freely giving to The Halfling of Legend and the unlikely assortment of heroes that company with him ... to help each member of this Crimson Crusaders Clan to confront the dangers that are threatening our community!

This is our way of saying 'Thank You' for answering the Call for Crusaders sent out by the Empress Pryzmira ... and for your courage to defy the Curse of the Crimson Crusaders ... to help our families!

This pearl ring continually provides its wearer with life sustaining nourishment. The ring also refreshes the body and mind, so that its wearer needs only sleep 2 hours per day to gain the benefit of 8 hours of sleep.

The ring must be worn for a full week before it begins to work. If it is removed, the owner must wear it for another week to reattune it to himself.

So if you will be so kind as to accept this gift from our community ... and put the ring on the finger of your choice ... it will adjust itself to your finger and begin to attune itself to your mind and body ... and should be fully functional by next Monday!"
Drogo Tulk involuntarily cringed at the mention of The Halfling of Legend, but he knew in his heart of hearts that it was the way of Wymon Whitefoot and The Halfling Community to announce to this new Clan of Crimson Crusaders that they were confident that they were the chosen vessels to eradicate the borders of The Realm of New Aenochia from the encroaching unknown evils threatening Botkinburg!

The young Halfling Fighter graciously accepted his pearl Ring of Sustenance and placed it on the ring finger of his right hand, marveling at how the ring adapted itself to his finger, blending into his very skin without a hint of interfering with the grip of his sword hand.

Then turning to his Crimson Crusader War Cleric comrade, Drogo Tulk of the Short Shorts declared:

"You and I will Hunt Orcs Soon Enough Friend BluddGrinn!

You Will Not Be Facing Your Hated Foes Alone!"

The party left the House of D’Amter to make their way to the Halfling settlement.
Tohmaz felt a bit odd about travelling about the town.
He was use to the forest and the ways of nature, these gathering places felt confined, but he would make the best of it.

The clan would need all the information they might be able to gather so Tohmaz would visit the farmers around the town.
Their stories should have information.
They would be among those that leave the relative safety of the town to tend their business.

The family of Mertin von Stock may have interesting information.

To Tohmaz the Oak Grove seemed the proper place to study the Tome that the Clerics had given to him.
It was away from the distraction of the town and a place of peace where he might also include his prayers to Atira.

It was said that a group of traveling Tinkers were gathered there and they may have much information of the goings on in the surrounding areas.


As the party walked to the Halfling area the Monk stepped in beside Tohmaz and while still looking forward she said,

"Tohmaz, may I accompany you. I have no deed to browse around time now but would much rather meet the fools who founded this place. It will be enough to do so later. I might gain some useful information from these people."
Tohmaz had heard of the tribe of horse warriors that lived to west of his home. They were lead by the strong and intelligent women of the tribe. They kept to themselves and didn't tolerate the interference of outsiders. The fact that Rhiannon spoke to him said much in itself.

Tohmaz replied,

“That would be well with me. I have planned to start next six mornings by being at the Great Oak Tree in the Oak Grove at drawn.
I will spend the morning reading this Tome that was given. If you wish to join me there I bring some food and drink and I would be honored to share morning and noon meals with you. “

Continuing, “Tomorrow I will visit the Keep after having completed the eight hours of study.
We will see where that leads. I hope also to visit the Tinkers and some of the farmers.
Their dealings may prove interesting.”