Dark Sun Notes 4 8 13 - the Tyrian War

The Night Before – Barok

 

The night before some of the members of the House of the Painted Eye were set to go to war, some of them wrapped up individual business. Barok was patrolling the warrens with some of his gladiators from the School for Gladiators Who Fight Good and Want to Learn to Do Other Things Good, Too, when a weeping woman ran out from a tenement building in the warrens. She begged Barok to help her since her son was missing in the work camps and did not come back, even after the defeat of the Carrion King. Barok sent his other gladiators ahead but kept the Dray with him to get information about these work camps and where they might be. The Dray suggested they go talk to Kern. Once there, both Barok and the Dray had to sign contracts that they would not harm Kern and then they were inside. Kern was friendly to the Colossus, unveiling a new statue of Barok lovingly holding the body of a small child as a tribute to one of his fallen children. The statue was a gift, but Kern wanted the rights to sell reproductions. The Dray negotiated a contract where Kern would be able to replicate and sell 1000 miniatures for the information. Kern told them of a man named Stick and where to find him. He said Stick was a bad man that beat the children. Kern also had more information, which he bargained for the right to sell 3000 Colossus of Tyr action figures, which is that there was a second work camp, run by a man named the Weaver who makes crappy shirts using inferior products. He also mistreats the children, but he did not know more. The Dray and Kern then started their ritual fighting, ending in head-bobbing and neck flaring and then the Colossus and his gladiator left.

The Night Before – Akkadian

 

The night before leaving to war Akkadian sought out C’aro. C’aro was in his room, occupied. Finally, after some awkward sounds, C’aro opened the door in a smoking jacket. Behind him, Maribel was laying in bed with the sheet covering her looking very happy and satisfied. Akkdian told C’aro that about MItzrah’s offer of being a lieutenant and that he wanted to take the place of the Carrion King in that territory, ruling it for the House. C’aro thanked Akkadian for his information he even said he liked employees who thought for themselves, but he did not need one more person who was a slum lord. Both Mitzrah and Barok were slum lords and the last thing C’aro needed was one more. What he needed was someone who could blow things up with their mind. Then C’aro suggested that while on the battlefield Akkadian try killing a few extra House Vordon soldiers with a bonus for lieutenants. Then, C’aro returned to his room, with Akkadian hearing Drix asking how the session was going for he and Mirabel.

The Night Before – Cael

 Cael took her night to talk to Rhiannon. Of course, the healer did not want her girlfriend to go to war, but understood and even made a very nice first aid kit for Cael to take along. After that, Cael went to visit Bellesaria. The other wizard was mediating, but broke this to make tea for them both and discuss tactics. Only a few wizards were going into battle for Tyr, so their main job was to kill the Urikite wizards and psionicists. This upset Bellesaria who did not want to kill anyone, but wanted a free Tyr so felt that she had no choice. To help this cause, Cael learned from Akkadian if the Urikite wizards had any distinguishing features (they did, a head dress) and after reminding her friend to not bunch up with other wizards during battle, Cael left.

The Night Before – Bay

 Bay spent his time writing letters. Some were letters of introduction for his employees to use so that they could gain employment at the House if he should fall in battle. He also wrote a letter to Timmuth, giving it to his seneschal to deliver in case of his demise. After that preparation he went to the monastery where Kalifa lived to see his daughter. They talked for a time, during which he asked her to take his name and inherit his lands. She said she would think about it, but wanted to know why Bay did not do a better job of standing up for her mother. She told him to try harder, because Bay’s wife spoke of him all the time.

The Morning of the Battle

 Everyone woke, ready to go to war. Bay received a new chariot from Lord Hericles, and a body guard in the form of Adamicus Thawk from Barok. Zarnian gave Bay the General’s Voice, and lent her bow to Akkadian, then Cael, Bay, Bobby, Hank, Sam, DaCosta, Havok, Lorena, Akkadian, and Domino went off to war.

Once at the war, everyone checked in with Commander Strongbel, a former gladiator who had a warhammer. The House of the Painted Eye contingent were with Esticles, Meticles, 10 of Meticles guards, 10 of Esticles guards, 10 gladiators, 7 House of the Painted Eye guards, 3 Damocles guards, Cale, Bay and Akkadian. The nobles were extra offended that a common gladiator was leading them into battle.

A Tyrian cistern had been taken by the Urikites and it was the group’s job to take it back. They noted two visible guards in the front and six more in the back. With just a small handful, it was their job to take the cistern, then hunker down for reinforcements. Though the attack was done with some amount of tactics, it was easy because the Urikites had used slaves as decoy guards. Once the group was engaged with the slaves, the main force started to attack with wasps, mages, and warriors. However, everyone held out with only some injuries.

On the battlefield, Bay found both Meticles and Esticles wounded on the battlefield. He psionically healed Esticles though that meant taking the wounds on himself, then picked up a spear and started approaching Meticles to kill him, when Meticles was attacked by an invisible force. Though Varius hit whatever was attacking Meticles, it was not in time to stop his enemy from being killed.

The group succeeded in taking back the cistern, which gave the Tyrian army the advantage and helped bring a quicker end to the war. Taking their dead and injured, the group headed back to Tyr.

The Cove - A PirateHammer Story

     

  

        Sniffling, Scara took her bowl of ‘stew’ from her captor. Her hands started shaking again with shock, fatigue, and fear, sending the food rattling in the bowl. Beside her, Jean Pierre held his own bowl. They waited until the guard walked away, then he reached over, steadying her own bowl with his hand. He started lifting his soup to his lips, but Scara shook her head violently. “Don’t,” she whispered.
          “You need to eat,” the physician sighed. “This hardly can pass for food, but it is something.

            “The Contramestre urinated in the prisoner’s porridge back on the ship, so this is suspect. I don’t want to eat urine soup.”

            Jean Pierre raised a brow in horrified disgust. “He is a brutish man.”

            “He’s mean and kind of scary, like Bruno…” then she sniffed loudly, her eyes filling fresh with tears. “Bruno was mean and scary and drunk all the time but did you see what they did to him? They ran him under the ship and what was under there that ripped him up? Is it a monster, or…”

            “No. They are called barnacles. They are the rough shells of small sea creatures. A man is run from one side of the ship to another. If he does not drown, he often has serious injuries. You saw what happened to Bruno after a few passes. You may someday need to treat a man that has this happen and survives.”
            “How do you do that?” asked the girl, her dark brown eyes growing wide with curiosity.
            “I will tell you sometime. Hopefully I will not have to show you, but now,” he sniffed at his own stew. “It smells of bad cooking and old fish, but no piss. Eat or you will collapse tomorrow while tending the wounded. If you do that, you will be of little use to the pirates for your skills any longer, which means that you will be used for your body instead.”
            She froze, quiet and still for a moment, then lifted the bowl to her face. After a few sniffs and wince, she ate a small mouthful. Quietly, Scara observed, “I think they gave us dishwater with fish in it and a few potatoes.”
            “Maybe. Eat it anyway.”
            With one last pouty look the girl drank down the foul food as quickly as she could. Once it was consumed, she shivered, holding her arm over her mouth with her eyes closed to keep the food down. This allowed Jean Pierre to finish his stew in silence, something he had been horribly short on recently. After a few precious minutes, Scara recovered enough to ask, “Why did you help me? You could have lied about who you were, or just said that I wasn’t your assistant.”
            “You were an adequate assistant when you were quiet.”
            “It seemed like more than that.”
            He sighed. “Scara, listen.” She looked at him with her bright, innocent eyes. “Keep quiet. Do your tasks. Wear the clothes you are in now, man’s clothes. Blend in. Make them think of you not as a woman, but a healer. If they start thinking of you in another way, it will go badly. Do you understand?”
            She nodded falling into silence. Jean Pierre sighed, letting some of the events of the day bleed out of his system and into the harsh rock that provided some support in the dank, drab cove. This new group of pirates that held him seemed more blood thirsty than the ones that had taken him from L’Oubliette, except for the brute that killed Jean Pierre’s patients. He thought all on Myrmidia’s Spear would be the same, but the girl seemed different. He noted the silence had lasted for more than a few moments, so despite his exhaustion he forced his eyes open. The girl was on her elbows with her face a few inches away from a small tidal pool. “If you are going to vomit, do so in the bigger body of water. It will keep the smell down and will wash away more quickly.”

            “I won’t be sick,” the girl promised without looking up.

            “Then why are you like that?”

            “I was scared before, but I just now noticed this. There are no octopi in here, of course, but smaller things, a few tiny shellfish and such. So I can study them. I used to study the tidal pools at home. They were bigger and nicer back there, but this one is good. Go back to sleep. I’ll keep an eye on us for a while.”

            Stunned, it was Jean Pierre who fell into a shocked silence at the change in the girl. He watched for a time as she observed the pool, occasionally flicking her eyes up to watch the guard at the mouth of the cove. There was more to her than the foppish thing she pretended at first.

 

Partings - A Dark Sun Story

The following story takes place about three months before the start of Chapter 4 of our Dark Sun game.

                My best friend is leaving. I have no idea when I will see him again. No matter where I look in this small guest room, I am confronted with the evidence of this. His duffle bag is half packed, half unpacked, but I see order within the apparent chaos. His most prized possessions are in the bag, secure, ready for tomorrow. The rest is careful chaos so when he fights with C’aro and storms away it will seem random. I am the one that asked him to do this, and now I cannot help but feel I am losing a vital part of myself.

                “Zarnian,” Jingleheimer is looking at me with that easy smile of his. I instantly smile in response, unable to stop even if I wanted to. “Are you ok? You came in here and froze. Were you frozen by my magnificence?” He raises a brow playfully as he strikes a pose. Truthfully he is in wonderful shape. Though his right arm has lost some muscle tone, the rest of him is becoming even more formed to compensate.

                I just raise my eyebrow skeptically, because this is what he expects, then I can’t help but laugh. When I do, he does. Everything is right again. He has a way of making this so. He is the only one who does this for me. I try to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. “Tomorrow approaches,” I say, a statement too obvious. I follow up with the first thing on my mind. “Go over the preparations with me again.”

                He rolls his eyes. He has been over this with me more than once, but he knows I need to hear it this night of all nights to calm my nerves. “Tomorrow starts off normally. Then, C’aro and I get in an argument. I call him fat.” I crack a smile again. He mulls this over a moment. “No, C’aro isn’t really fat. Portly. I’ll call him portly. It’s a new word I picked up with all the training on talking better and writing dune code.”

                “So you call C’aro portly,” I nudge, flinching at his grammar.

                “Yep.” He beams. “That part is going to be fun. There just aren’t that many times when you can call your boss a whole sack full of shit and have a reason.” I nod my agreement. “Then, when I go tell the guys what happens, Giffen, DeMatteis, Maguire and Kirby get so pissed they quit with me. We go to the merchant square before word gets out that we’re fired and we take our codlu, along with a wagon of stone that Maribel sold C’aro.”

                “Thieves,” I feign scandal.

                “We scrape together our money and we go to Sharp’s where we used to house our codlu and we buy a few more for the road. Teixeira and Bradstreet hear that we are leaving town and then they come with us. We leave town and then I send a note to Marishika telling her to come meet me and then we have the House of the Jingling Belt.”

                I nod. That’s the plan. I’ve used my spies and go betweens to make sure that everyone involved is loyal, and all but Marishika loyal to me. I cannot and will not have Jingleheimer compromised. Even the thought of the danger he could be in makes me freeze. I know how to solve this. I already saw the mug partially wrapped in his bag. Without asking, I walk over and retrieve it. It is a bright light blue glazed ceramic mug with the lightning bolt of the Sky Followers etched in it. I sit on the floor, before setting that cup before me and taking its twin from my shoulder bag. Finally, I take out one of the bottles of mescal I brought and fill each mug. Jingleheimer sits on the floor with me and I hand him his mug before I raise mine. “To the House of the Jingling Belt! Long may it trade.”

                Lifting his mug high, he salutes, “To seeing you naked at Denning’s wedding where we got these horrible things,” he drinks, closing his eyes. “This is one of the many good things about drinking with you. You always buy the expensive stuff.”

                “I drink rarely. I may as well not waste my time. And, Talmeza made these herself,” I state, not out of defense for the ugly mugs but because his comment about my nudity makes me uncomfortable and I am trying to deflect it. I take a longer sip than perhaps I should. The familiar sweet liquid burns as it trickles down into my belly. Suddenly, I laugh. Seeing Jingle’s quizzical expression I explain, “I could have lived without seeing Ohzon Sky Finger, I mean Sky Father, prancing around naked the whole ceremony.”

                Jingleheimer laughs at that, really laughs. It is warm and welcoming like hot stew after a long hungry day. “Well, it wasn’t all Ohzon’s fault. It was cold that morning and the cold tends to do horrible things to the male body.”

                “You didn’t have any problems,” I blame the mescal. The words are gone and I can’t get them back. Instead, I drink more.

                He pretends to be scandalized, clutching his arm over his already covered chest. “I am shocked at you! Staring at my private area.”

                “Like I could help it!” The words are already gone, I may as well make it sound as if I intended them. “You could have just told me you were part half giant.”

                He bows slightly, pretend shame replaced with some actual pride. “My cousin Barok has the Rainbow Sword. I have the Steel Cudgel.”

                I can see someone being knocked out with that thing, but we have to stop talking about his penis, because I am going to end up blushing like some stupid slave girl… instead I change the subject, drinking more first to make a delineation in the conversation and because I need more to drink so I can get the image of Jingleheimer naked out of my mind. I have to replace that image with something sweet, innocent. “I saw you talking with Timmuth earlier.”

                “He’s  a good boy, for being a murderous little shit.” I flinch. I am the one that gave him that title, back when he was Bay’s. It is one of the many things I now feel badly about. “He told me that you promised to buy him an iron dagger if he trains hard every day, and introduced me to his new telepathic tutor, Darius.”

                “The tutor is almost a boy himself, but Timmuth likes him and is taking to his lessons. He trains for 2-3 hours a day with Darius, trains 2-3 hours with Nathan or myself to improve his weapon skill and after the evening meal I teach him reading, writing, and dune trader code.”

                “That’s a heavy schedule.” He purposely keeps his tone light, but I know there is more to the statement.

                “He needs to be ready for what may come, with our without me. If I fall, he has to have the best possible chance. I owe him that, I owe him so much more.” When I drink, I find my hands are shaking. “When we escaped Nibenay, I said I couldn’t watch him. Bay said he would. Timmuth deserved me to be there for him. He was an innocent little boy. It wasn’t his fault that his family was who they were. It wasn’t his fault that his brother was a bastard, his mother almost killed me and his father not only sold Malik, he…” I feel Jingleheimer’s hand on my shoulder. I don’t need to say more. He can see through me. He always does. I drink again to calm the pain of the memory. “Because I was selfish, he had his arm broken in combat and ended up a slave. He now has scars on his little body from Drugar beating him. Did you know that while he was a slave some other bastard slave tried to rape Timmuth and when he fought back and bit his attacker, he was beaten for attacking another slave?”

                “Fuck,” Jingle hisses, but he his rubbing my shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself for not raising Timmuth immediately. Hey, look at me,” I was staring into my mescal. Meeting his gaze is not easy, but I force myself. “You sacrificed everything to rescue that boy. His father…” he pauses, not continuing. I am grateful he didn’t finish that thought. “And all you see is the innocent child and not the son of the man that hurt you. You are the most amazing and occasionally crazy person I know.”

                “Thank you,” it sounds stupid. I blame the drink. I drink more to chase away the warm feeling that has nothing to do with alcohol. I have to get away from this topic, too.

                Reaching into my bag I pull out two bundles wrapped in cloth. I hand him the smaller one first. He takes it, a small smile spreading over his face. “You got me cloth?”

                “Open it and stop being difficult,” I go to drink but my mug is empty. I fix that and top his mug off, too.

                He unwraps the material, balancing it on his lap. Inside are 8 coins, all unique. His smile is genuine now. “Where did you get these?”

                “Around,” meaning the elven market and I also have had my guards scour for them on caravan trails. They still are looking, with a small bounty for finding nice coins. “For your belt.”

                “I’ve been working on it.” He points down. The belt and coins are all new, not the loving, worn belt he had when we met. That is gone, destroyed in the raid and battle that took the use of his arm and almost took his life. I looked everywhere to find some scrap of it, but I only was able to find a single worn coin in the elven market a while ago. He keeps that one safe. Since the others are gone he least I can do I find some new coins for him, and get revenge on the bastard that did this to him.

                In the second package is a set of crodlu reins with coins attached, a mirror for his belt. “For Ten-Bit!” his masterwork war crodlu stallion. His eyes shone with joy as he made them jingle. “Thank you.”

                “Of course,” I smile and tip my head. I am trying to keep this casual, to keep everything bottled in one more night. I can lose it after he’s gone, but for now I need to keep this light…

                As he stares at the reins and coins his smile fades, replaced with something dark and serious. He sets them down gently on the bed before taking a very long drink of his mescal. I brace myself for whatever I might hear next. “Zarnian, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You promoted me from some caravan guard to captain and now Dune Trader, no one else would do that. But, I want you to do something for me.”

                “Anything,” I try to make it sound less eager than it is.  As with other things tonight, I fail.

                “Look me in the eye and promise me that you will stay the fuck away from that one eyed son of a bitch guard captain.” I open my mouth to protest but he glares at me. He knows my inner heart better than anyone else. Then the glare is gone, replaced with a hollow sadness which stabs through me harsher than any spear ever could. He drinks again, before meeting my gaze. His eyes look through me; he is rewatching the raid. “He just stormed in, they all did. We were prepared but…” We haven’t talked about the raid before and we won’t now. He stops. I understand. Some events you just don’t want to share even with the ones you care for the most. After a pause, he sees me again. He is back in the room with me. “I don’t want you fighting him. I know you’re the best around, I know how well you can fight and I am here to tell you that he is almost as good as you, if not as good. Plus, he’ll have a lot more people with him. If he… if he hurt you because you were trying to get revenge for me because basically I couldn’t do my fucking job in the first place… fuck!”

                “Jingle…”

                “No, Zarnian, I mean it. If something happened to you, especially because of me…” He looks down into his mug now, brooding. He sips his drink as I do mine, waiting for the pain to lessen. That takes more time than we have tonight. He knows it. Taking some deep breaths he calms down. His smile returns but it is sad, forced, and pained. “Let’s talk about something less traumatic. I heard you and Trakas were officially done this time.”

                I laugh, because this is no less charged or uncomfortable, but I understand it is him putting up a shield for himself. “Yes, this time it is permanent. We are friends, and our children like brothers.”

                “What finally did it?” Now the sparkle is really returning to his eyes, the playful mischief that makes me smile. “Was it that he kidnapped our oracle and lied to you about it? Was he really banging Cael after all? Did he snore? Was it because he was an inch shorter than you?”

                “Partially, not to my knowledge, not unless he was very tired, and I didn’t care at all.” The list does the trick and he laughs. All the residual tension is gone. To celebrate I drink more. I am starting to feel the effects. My hands and toes feel tingly. The fact I just thought the word ‘tingly’ tells me I am getting drunk.

                Jingleheimer must see me pondering the state of my own inebriation because he asks, “Are you ok?”

                I nod, feeling the warmth on my cheeks, the smile on my lips. Good. If I can get wasted tonight I can go without saying what I can’t. I can pretend everything is ok. I can pretend this isn’t his last night. I feel the smile start to fade. I drink more. I am becoming numb but my inner armor is starting to fall away. I close my eyes. Tonight of all nights I need that armor.

                “Are you sure you’re ok?” He sounds concerned and with my eyes closed far away. How much did I drink again? “I shouldn’t have brought up Trakas. Fuck.”

                “No, it’s…” I stop. Speaking is bad. I am going to shatter my shell.

                His tone switches, tender now. I can feel his hand on my wrist. There are no words to describe the comfort it brings. I am going to talk, but I need to hide the full truth. I remember my training through the alcohol mist and bury the truth in a lie. “I am going to miss you.” This is true. Opening my eyes I look at him and almost break. The drink had made me weak. That rhymed. Fuck. “Before, we were separated but at least you would come sometimes with the caravans. I could look forward to that. Now, we won’t see each other for months, or more and I just…” My hands are fists and I am shaking. I spill some of the mescal, so I sit the mug on the floor. I am fucking this up. I know the booze is causing me to be weak, but I am so scared I grab the mug again and drink more. Anything to numb myself.

                “Is that it?” His brow is raised quizzically. He knows there is more, of course, I am acting like an idiot. He is concerned, and I am on the verge of collapsing inside.

                “There were two reasons I broke up with Trakas.” The words are coming now, running like water from a broken pot. Jingleheimer takes a drink from his own mug, bracing himself. “We have different lives in different places. I cannot be with someone where I am second or third.”

                “And?”

                “There was someone else.”

                “Malik?”

                “Yes, but no. Once Malik died, it made me think and my eye turned toward someone else.”

                “Oh.” A shadow flutters across his expression, unreadable. “Does this guy even know you have feelings for him?”

                I shake my head, which makes me even dizzier. The room will not stop spinning now. My hair slaps into the mescal and flicks my cheek with some of the liquor. I am aware of this but I have no idea how to stop it in my current condition.

                He drinks more, but the mug does not hide the frown pulling at the corners of his lips. Something is bothering him. Probably, he is annoyed that I had to bring this up right before he leaves. I am an idiot. He breathes, measuring his words. When he speaks there is a note of defeat to his voice. “You should tell him. You fucked that part up with Trakas. Just tell this guy or better yet grab him and kiss him.”

                Carn trained my body to react without my mind. My body does that now. Suddenly, I am kissing Jingleheimer. He tastes like mescal and spice. For a few seconds, he is frozen. I start to pull away, ashamed that I have misread this as badly as I did the situation with Trakas, but then he grabs the back of my head and pulls me even closer. I crawl into his lap while we are still kissing. I want him and I can feel he wants me, too. This feels so right, even though I am to dizzy to see, made more so by our passion. The room is getting darker and darker. I don’t care. All I want is to get his pants undone, but my fingers fumble with the knotted string, which will not loosen. I climb from his lap and concentrate now, but I can’t see anymore. This is hard. Then his hand is on my wrists, stilling them. I try to ask him why but everything is fading.

 *****

                The next morning I wake in my own bed, Timmuth asleep in the cot next to mine. My head throbs and my mouth his dry as the desert itself. When I sit up, I am stabbed through the head with a dagger. It feels that way. What happened last night? I remember getting drunk. I remember kissing Jingleheimer…

                I kissed Jingleheimer.

                I bury my face in my hands, the shame washing over me. I didn’t want him to know. Now, he probably hates me. I have loved three men in my life, and I have ruined it with them all. I could not get the sword to Malik in time to save him, I could not make it work with Trakas, and now I practically raped Jingleheimer when he has no interest, or does he?

                Other memories of last night come like ghosts. I remember a strong arm around my shoulder helping me down the hall to my room, then into my bed. Lips on mine, soft and sweet. A promise that if I still was interested when I was sober, he would wait. Then weight of something being pressed into my palm and my fingers being closed around it. I open my left hand to find Jingleheimer’s coin there, the only one we saved from his original belt.

                I breathe and allow myself to smile. I pour a small glass of water from my nightstand and raise it silently into the air. To the House of the Jingling Belt, long may it trade but more importantly to Jingleheimer, may he be with me soon.

 

               

               

Dark Sun Game Notes - Chapter 4, Game 2

Dark Sun Chapter 4 Notes – Game 2

 

Meeting with a King

                The House of the Painted Eye gathered their forces quickly as they had to leave for the meeting with Tithian almost immediately. Zarnian ordered her personal guards and five others to come with them. Only she, C’aro and Barok went inside, but Zarnian had to leave her weapons outside the Golden Tower. Cael turned into a kestrekel and Akkadian tried to stay inconspicuous as they melded into the crowd and waited. Strabbo Ianto arrived on time and was allowed inside, but Thaxos Vordon arrived insultingly late with twenty guards, four half-giants, a psionicist, and a young woman named Talera Vordon, though he ordered her to wait outside.

                Inside the chamber Bay was sitting with Esticles and Meticles as the nobles responsible for the mines. Templar Borgen was there, as was the head of the blacksmiths. Barok was summoned to stand behind Tithian, who also had defilers, psionicists, and guards inside the chamber. The King greeted the heads of House as the three Houses who sold iron in Tyr. This was the first time the House of the Painted Eye received permission to sell iron in Tyr so C’aro was happy.

                The king explained that once the Tyrian army won, the mines would reopen. Instead of the 50% cut the houses received before of the iron profits, now they would only get 20% if they bought quantities of 100 pounds or more, and 15% if they bought less than that. The city itself would also sell iron directly. The discount was only offered to those in the room as a courtesy and he wanted an answer on who was interested immediately. C’aro jumped on the offer, saying yes, but Ianto, who looked shaky, said he needed time to think about it. Vordon was incensed, and rejected the King’s deal since it was Vordon soldiers that patrolled the city. The King ordered every Vordon solider from the city and to the battle. When Thaxos refused, Tithian had a psionicist float over a box that contained the head of the Vordon agent who was planning the King’s demise. He barred Thaxos from leaving until every Vordon guard was outside the city walls.

                Ianto, C’aro and Zarnian left, but Barok was asked to stay behind. As Zarnian was leaving she saw the one eyed man who maimed Jingleheimer in command of the Vordon guards, but knew that was not the right moment to challenge him.

Thirty minutes later Thaxos signed over command of his guards to Tithian but was still held until they all left. Bay volunteered himself to go fight for the city and defend the mine. When he did, Esticles and Meticles had to follow suit, which angered them both.

After the chamber had cleared of all but Barok, Tithian asked Barok to use his influence and his Citizens on Patrol to control the warrens. If he did, there was a box of money waiting for him. Barok agreed to help the city, at which time Tithian mentioned that there was also a man speaking out against the King in the Merchant Square and since this was a time of war, and leadership needed to be clear, would Barok take care of the problem as well? Barok said he would.

 

Plans within Plans

                Back at the House, everyone met to decide who would go to war and who would stay. Bay had already volunteered, but he was joined by Akkadian, Cael, and Barok. Only Zarnian felt her place was at the House commanding the troops. She did offer to find 20% of her guard to volunteer for the war, twice the original agreed amount.

                C’aro noted that Strabo Ianto seemed to be scared and broke. He asked Zarnian to use her intrigue organization to spy on Ianto to determine his debts and assets so C’aro could simply buy House Ianto.  Zarnian agreed to speak to Aein on the matter.

                The issue of the Carrion King was still undecided, and since most of the group were leaving for war the next day they decided to attack that night. Akkadian floated the idea of conscripting some of the Carrion King’s followers into the service of the army. Bay converted one of his closed wagons into a patty wagon. Zarnian did not like the idea of marching in, remembering the archers the Carrion King employed, so she asked Cael if there was a way through UnderTyr. Cael did know of one, but it would not fit Barok. Zarnian also felt there were not enough troops so she decided to ask Ohzon the Skyfather to provide some Sky Followers, for a reasonable fee.

                Just as they decided to tell Mitzrah of the plan, he appeared with news of his own. The Tunnel Lord had been spotted in the warrens. Though everyone was concerned, it was decided to deal with one problem at a time, and take out the Carrion King. Mitzrah reported that he had as many as 70-80 fighting men, his numbers swollen in recent weeks. Then Zarnian knew she needed extra troops and left for Ohzon.

 

The Sky Father

                Barok and Zarnian arrived at Ohzon’s compound. After having to wade through several layers of followers, they were finally allowed to see Ohzon. He was less than thrilled to see them since he was still frustrated by Zarnian’s request to the Oracle to stay in the care and custody of “The Bug”. Once she made her request for followers, offering Ohzon a donation to the church and his followers a chance to loot the Carrion King’s men, the Sky Father was still unmoved. Then, she related Vordon’s fall from grace and newfound vulnerability. Then, Ohzon told her to go speak to his followers. Those that wanted to go could. Zarnian made a speech, gathered 30 followers and Barok’s Half Giant parents, then went to do the raid.

 

Over and Under

                While Bay, Zarnian, Cael and Akkadian went through the tunnels, Barok, his parents and the Sky Followers stayed on the surface and approached the Carrion King’s lair in the warrens. They were spotted and the Carrion King took his men out to talk to Barok and his parents. Meanwhile, the rest of the group burst out of the tunnel, walked through the basement up into the bar, and found it deserted of all but the Bartender. Zarnian rushed the Carrion King, stabbing him from behind with her spear. Bay also rushed out, but Akkadian and Cael stayed inside. Cael went invisible and Akkadian used his bow to shoot a few.

                Carrion King ordered his men to attack and disarm Zarnian. Several mobbed her, and tore the spear from her grasp, but it was dropped by her hand. She picked it up and fought, but was surrounded. As everyone battled, Bay took two prisoners, Akkadian was rushed by a drugged out woman, and Cael used her spells. Barok saw the Carrion King was wounded but not ready to fall, so he threw the Rainbow Sword, piercing the Carrion King. Cael followed this with a flame burst which burned part of his face, killing him.

                When the Carrion King fell, his men fled. The group was able to gather six for conscription, and they killed another 10. Then, they called Mitzrah to come in. When he arrived, they made him a gift of the Carrion King’s head, and the area of the Warrens he controlled, as well as the drug, prostitution and gambling trade in the area. In return, Zarnian demanded 10% to the House of the Painted Eye. Mitzrah agreed.

                Because Bay and Barok were wounded, Cael took them to Rhiannon. Because Bay was flexing, and Rhiannon can hold a grudge, she actually made his wounds worse, but she healed Barok. Then, Cael told her that she was going off to war.

                With their prisoners and the guards who volunteered ready, the group rested for the night before leaving for the front line of the war the next morning.

 

Dark Sun Game Notes 3 25 13, Game 1 of Chapter 4

Dark Sun Notes Chapter 4 - Game 1

 

Six months have passed in Athas since the fall of Kalak, and the core of people who helped kill the tyrant have taken very different paths.

 

Ohzon – After witnessing his friend’s decision to encourage the oracle of the House of the Painted Eye to stay under the Avangion’s care, Ohzon left the House of the Painted Eye, focusing his time and energy on his own religion.

 Barok - The Colossus of Tyr continued to grow train his loyal gladiators at his School for Gladiators who Fight Good and Want to do Other Things Good, Too. In return, those gladiators under Barok’s behest started training groups of Tyrian citizens to defend themselves and their own areas of the warrens.

Bay – Now Lord Varius Damolces, Bay continued to tend to his own estate, and his power in the Senate. After brining the matter of reopening the mines onto the senate floor, he has been placed in charge of this matter along with Esticles and Meticles.

Cael – Cael studied relics at the ancient site known as the ‘Wet Spot’ by the guards, due to the never ending well there. She came back to Tyr after a time and started a relationship with Rhiannon, a healer in the Warrens. Partially due to these events, and  the prospect of assisting in the death of more sorcerer kings, Cael is less angry though still focused on both killing Astinicus and joining the avangion.

Zarnian – Zarnian and Trakas ended their romance to focus on their friendship after he was recalled by the avangion. Focusing on building and protecting the House of the Painted Eye, Zarnian has been leading not only the guards and the spies, but training to become a Dune Trader.

Akkadian – A new addition to the House, the Urikite was rescued in the city of his origin as a runaway slave. After Mak’ti rescued him, he swore 10 years service to the House. He is a telekinetic specialized in destruction of objects with his mind in addition to being a talented archer.

 

Zarnian

                After being called to C’aro office, she had to wait outside while C’aro concluded his business with the new Templar of the Merchant district, Amos. C’aro bribed the templar with very expensive mescal and a sack of coin. The templar was grateful for the gifts, especially as times are hard. He complained of not being able to take tax from Thaxos Vordon since he is providing troops for the city, and those guard’s lack of respect. Due to the war, the merchants are broke. After finishing his drink he was left and Zarnian was called in. As part of her training to become a Dune Trader, he asked her to buy him an Inix on a Stick for 2 bits, instead of the going rate of 3 bits from the vender. She left and went to the vender, but after her initial negotiations failed, she struck a bargain that if she could bring him business from her guards, she could get a reduced price on her own food. Going back to the House she gave 5 of her guards three bits each and marched them over with her to buy Inix on a Stick, and bought C’aro’s for 2 bits. Going back with her prize, she was pleased but C’aro accused her of cheating, because she gave her own money to the guards. He refused to clear her as a Dune Trader until she started bringing money into the House.

 

Barok

                Barok went to place his handprint on the pots that C’aro has hired children of the warrens to make. When he entered, the children were glad to see him but he noted there were less than normally showed up for work. The overseer, Vidar said that more and more children were not appearing for work. When Barok went to the parents of one of the children in the warrens he discovered that the Carron King was shaking down families for money and making children work for him for free.

 

Bay

                Bay was having a late night meeting with Esticles and Meticles as they worked to reopen the still closed mines. Templar Borgen was still in charge of the mines even though several people a previous senate meeting spoke out against him. Though the nobles had been trying to get an audience with Borgen for weeks they were rejected every time.  Seeing that the templar’s light was on, Bay suggested they go to his office. After Bay got them past security, and into see Borgen, Damocles suggested that a noble presence at the mines would assure the safety of them and help them reopen. Templar Borgen revealed that he  could not reopen the mines until the war had passed.

 

Cael –

                Back in Tyr, Cael was busy brewing, but then was called into a meeting by the Veiled Alliance. They were trying to decide how many wizards to send to the war effort. Though Cael’s friend Bellesaria voted to send 10, Cael voted to send only 5. After, Cael asked her ally why she could vote to send more into jeopardy, to which Bellesaria answered she did not help kill one dictator to allow another to take over the city. After this information, Cael was rattled and went to Rhiannon. The healer informed her that the Blue Lipped Boy, Astinicus’ son was spotted around the warrens in the same area as the Carrion King. Though pressed, that was all she knew though the healer offered to have people keep an eye out for the boy.

 

Akkadian –

                Akkadian found himself helping out the war effort by briefing the Tyrians on Urikite tactics. His templar contact asked why the Urikite would turn on his own people to which Akkadian answered he had some scores to settle. When pressed on was it worth betraying all his people to get to a few Akkadian answered it was. After the meeting, the Urikite went to the School of Thought to register his talents. On the way back he went to a bar and drank with House Vordon soliders who did not know that he worked for the House of the Painted Eye. They extended Akkadian an offer of employment which he declined. In this process, Akkadian did learn that there was rising anti-Urikite sentiment so he went to the market after the meeting to buy a hat. There, he saw a young Urikite boy, Urian, being beaten. After saving the youth’s life, the boy pledged his life and service to Akkadian.

 

The Group –

                After the group reassembled at the House of the Painted Eye they discovered that a set of gifts arrived from the Avangion or “the Bug” as he is known by the group. An orb that limited telepathic scans was kept in a ‘war room’ so that everyone could use it while planning. Also, a coffer with a magically large secret compartment was kept by C’aro. Cael received 5 arcane scrolls, Barok a rune which allowed his sword to cut through armor with greater ease, Bay a psionic boosting crystal necklace, and Zarnian received a device to help her project her voice on the battlefield. She also received a packet of seeds from Trakas.

               

Once the loot was divided, Mitzrah the Lion arrived at the House to explain that the Carrion King was in the middle of a land and power grab in the warrens. During this process he had Mitzrah pinned in which meant that he could not smuggle in Torin’s caravan of iron and other cargo. After a quick caucus the group decided to throw a pro Tyr celebration in the street staring the Colossus of Tyr rallying support for the army as a distraction. Cael transformed into a kestrekel and scouted ahead to see when Torin would arrive.

 

Right as Torin was arriving, the team assembled  a huge group of fans. Speeches were made the distraction started, including large amounts of alcohol. Vordon guards arrived and tried to break up the gathering. Meanwhile, Zarnian spotted an agent of House Vordon watching as one of the caravan gate captains started scrutinizing Torin’s caravan. Zarnian went to the other captain and bribed him well to leave the shipment alone, and Torin slipped through right as the celebration had to disperse.

 

Back at the House, Torin revealed to C’aro that Mak’ti was pregnant. Before anyone had time to digest the news the criers arrounced that the army of Urik was only a day’s march away from Tyr. C’aro had everyone start to pack in case the House had to be cleared, and Tyr left, but then a messeger came. King Tythian demanded the House of the Painted Eye, House Vordon, and House Ianto all assemble in just a few hours.

 

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