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Rangers of the Greenway Road

Campaign Report 109


Steelwing Falling Ice 32nd, 3127 My first mission with the Rangers was a success, though departing this paradise of a city leaves me with a sadness I cannot deny. Such beauty. I envy Captain Volstagg and his wife. She is a beauty. They seem happy, and content. Though, from the stories and the look in their eyes, I know the road to happiness was long, bloody, and harrowing. I wonder if I shall ever find such contentment? No, I suppose not. My flight ends only one way. Flame, blood, and death. So, drink well, and love with abandoned, for tomorrow, you face the fall. Falling Ice 29th, 3127 We woke from the party, honestly a bit rough from the overindulgence. In those quiet moments between sleep and awake, I could feel their two hearts beating as one, their soft breath on my skin, warm bodies pressed tightly beneath a blanket of silken feathers. For just a moment I lay there, listening to the sounds of the Household rousing from slumber, and held that perfect moment, like the first snowflake in winter… But, duty called, and I rose, letting the chill wake me. My movement woke Ingrid and Kenzie. Ingrid rose to join me. I watched as she slipped the tight breeches over her hips, then wiggled into the green cotton tabard, cinching it around her slim waist. Lastly, she draped the green cloak, clasping it at her shoulder, then freed her raven hair with a practiced motion. Light shimmered as it caught the strands. Every inch strong, firm Olaran woman, despite her tender age. Beautiful. She didn’t catch me watching. Kenzie, as usual, nested among the sheets, reveling for a moment in solitude. She is funny like that. One moment craving company, and the next, pulling away. Like a doe. We invited Kenzie to join our breaking fast. At first she declined, but then, as always, darted out of bed and started hastily dressing. Ingrid DID catch me watching Kenzie tug on her breeches, then button her half coat over her lithe body. She just rolled her hazel colored eyes a bit. Kenzie threw on the cloak, shaking out her red hair to cascade over the green cloak, a beautiful contrast, and flashed her magenta eyes. For the second time in as many minutes, my heart skipped. Together, we headed into the commons area for food. Having only been with the Rangers, I have no real basis for comparison, but this outpost seems far more…expensive than others. Our stay felt more like fine dining and dwelling in an upscale in than a military outpost. We sat at a long table as servants brought menus and glasses of wine, juice, water, and morning ales. I selected fruit and nuts. In moments, my food was delivered. Delightful! We were joined at the meal by Captain Volstagg, the Crimson Knight, himself. Over half an hour, the other members of the team drifted in and joined us. At some point, Ranger Blackstone produced an official looking message from the Black Mountain Clanhomes. Apparently, he had entered into negotiations over ales. They now sought for formalize whatever agreements he had made. Captain Volstagg looked angry enough to chew iron, but tersely agreed. The REST of us were ordered to assemble in the yard. Corporal Grendel seemed intent on leaving Almahrad as quickly as possible. Apparently the unit had previously had some bad experiences, though I cannot imagine what would compel anyone to leave such a beautiful place. So, Corporal Grendel, Corporal Sssahliissstah, Kenzie, Ingrid, and I assembled, along with four City Watch, and headed down to the Granite Docks in the harbor. The trip through the city was invigorating. We got there mid morning and found out way to the HarborMaster’s office. Polished sandstone walls, tiled frescoes, and painted columns, the office was gorgeous. We entered the queue along with traders from all over. Eventually, the Corporal’s were allowed to approach the Harbor Master’s desk. We could see them through a polished, waist high wood railing. But, with the draped silks blowing in the breeze, the din from outside, and the low murmur of voices, there was no way to make out what they were saying. Eventually, the Corporal’s were escorted to a nearby room. So we waited. And waited. Almost an hour later, Corporal Grendel popped his head through the door behind us. Apparently, they had filed the appropriate paperwork and initiated a request for our departure. We stepped out onto the docks, stinking of soot, fish, and brackish water. Even over the noise of the criers, the cranes, and the stevedores, we could hear the low, angry rumble of the dwarve’s stomachs. I had to admit I was a bit peckish myself. So, with our guard around us, we headed up into the bazaar. Scents assaulted our noses; spices from Nazatir, freshly butchered goat, ox, lamb, and even horse. One stall reeked of fish, another urine and boiled leather. The sounds and colors were not much better. Men and women shouted in a dozen different languages, extolling the virtues of their various wares. Nazatiran silks, shimmering Korindian shell armor, steelcraft from Olara, swords from Camon, and more… The world was at our pleasure. Wending our way through narrow, congested streets, we found a food district. Corporal Grendel followed his nose and found the least offensive offering, some meat, heavily spiced and on a stick. But, when the Corporal went to pay, he fond his wallet had been stolen. Great… About that time, a kindly Galean, likely spotting fellow foreigners, approached, and was stopped by the Almahradi Guards. He extended Corporal Grendel’s purse to him, with apologies. Apparently, the ogre had lost it somewhere along the route. Though, I suspect small hands had relieved the ogre of his funds. How the Galean came to recover it, who can say. Though I am certainly pleased he did so. Coin returned, we all enjoyed the sweet and spicy treats as we made our way back to the outpost. We arrived shortly after Corporal Volstagg, and Blackstone had left for their meeting with the dwarves. Blackstone was only gone for a few hours. He returned along with most of the post Rangers by dinner time. They arrived lugging a massive metal cradle for the Volstagg’s. A gift from the dwarves. Corporal Grendel and Corporal Sssahliissstah interrogated the poor dwarf. All he would say was that a “package” had arrived and that Captain Volstagg would have to explain further. We were ordered to private chambers, but even in complete isolation, he would say no more. Frustrated, the Corporals dismissed us. I asked permission to remain with Ingrid and Kenzie. Corporal Grendel allowed us, to my joy. I caught Blackstone mumbling something about marriage negotiations as he left…wonder what that was about? The rest of the day was relaxing. I spent most of the time with the girls, when they were not not otherwise occupied. Around three, the Emissary, Captain Volstagg, and Ranger Blackstone departed the Outpost to meet with the Black Mountain dwarf contingent. Ingrid, Kenzie, and I decided to sample the Outposts rather extensive wines, ales, and liquor. We laughed, drank, danced…and then they passed out. So adorable, hair a mess of black and red, Kenzie huddled against Ingrid who lay half on, half off the mattress. Our party done, I cleared the bottles, undressed and cleaned the girls, before trying to get some sleep. Sadly, sleep never came. I was…overstimulated. Around 1 AM I heard a commotion outside. Looking out over the courtyard, I saw Captain Volstagg, the Emissary and a third figure arrive. They were met by the Corporal’s I endeavored not to overhear, rather returned to the warmth of my bed. Falling Ice 30th, 3127 After untold hours of staring at the ceiling, I welcomed the weak light of morning filtering through the silken screens. Neither Kenzie nor Ingrid so much as stirred when I rose. They were both quite out. I went to find Captain Volstagg’s subaltern. A Lieutenant Crasser. He was walking the walls when I found him. A nice enough fellow, he seemed out of place amongst all this posh, but he confirmed I was permitted to fly, so long as I avoided leaving the grounds. With his approval, I took the morning to fly off some of my excess…ah…energy. By the time I was wrapping up, I spied most of the team already breaking their fast, so I joined them. Captain Volstagg looked…disgruntled. Something about last night’s meeting had not set will with him. Of the mysterious third figure, I saw nothing. Again, breakfast was excellent. And, while eating, Ranger Blackstone received yet another missive. This was an invitation to drinks with the dwarves that evening. Reluctantly, Captain Volstagg agreed and Kenzie volunteered to join him. More time to spend with Ingrid! We were also treated to an incredible display of horsemanship by a horse, two goats, and a mule…the other mule, a Sergeant Muriel, chose to join us at the table. Blackstone shared his ale, and I swear the mule showed gratitude. Something odd about the animals of Alpha Team. Someone will have to explain these creatures. Let’s see: We have Sergeant Muriel and King, the mules. Then, there are the three goats, Sergeant Tina, Tiny, and Max. Tiny is a size of a pony, and oft ridden by Blackstone. Max is…special. He seems able to eat anything. I have personally witnessed him devour metal weapons and armor, wagons… I’m curious whether he has some supernatural abilities. They drilled outside showing surprising military bearing. Even snapping to attention when the Captain entered, or exited the room. Speaking of, while we ate, the Captain informed Alpha Team that our presence was expected at a formal ceremony at noon. So, for the rest of the morn, we had to ourselves. I saw Corporal Sssahliissstah head off with Blackstone, a research project. I followed the girls to the stables to check on the animals. Diego seemed to be getting along well enough with the others. Continued:

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