Journal
After morning drills with the crew, we were summoned to the Throalic court to serve as witnesses against Trejack, his surviving men, and the ship crew. Trejack had a pair of men who were shipped in from Kratas that were serving as councilors for him. The men had arrived from Kratas last night and I had asked Suulin if she would do some investigating. She left with Dremnin and when they returned she quickly was able to tell me which of the great houses the men were affiliated with, though they had taken great effort to conceal that information. I took note of that. Suulin was very good at any form of court intrigue… she would have been one hell of a herald had she taken me up on my offer to be the official Herald of Konigsberg. Yet I could not blame her for her decision… she had been in servitude for her entire life and very much enjoyed being a free spirit.
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The paper work was done and the changes had already started on the Brewery. We had spent more than I wanted to but it had been worth it. Dremnin and I had discussed the Idea of buying the river boat. We wanted it to go south and buy grains for us from the richer farms to the south. Being that we were spending more than I thought we would have to I did not think that we would be able to afford the river boat. Dremnin was not as easily put off as I was. He had the Idea that we should go to the Muckers Guild to get a loan to pay for the boat.
On the way over to the guild house Dremnin told me that according to Fafnir the Muckers Guild was the richest guild in Throal. There was no sewer system in the great under mountain kingdom and so waste removal was always an issue.
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On one of my nights of rebellion from Fafnir’s research homework, I went out drinking with Dremnin. We were several mugs in to the ale when we started joking about making our own beer. How we could name beers after ourselves and the rest of the Unchained. We came up with the idea to name our imaginary brewery. It would have to tie in to the name of The Unchained, but as just two of us would be the owners we needed it to be something else. In staying with the chain theme we went over several names. Broken Chain, Iron Chain, Steal Link, Split Link were some of the Ideas that we had come up with, none of them rolled of the tongue the way we wanted. We had consumed enough ale that I do not remember who came up with the name, Broken Link Brewery.
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After my training was completed the men from The Hand and I marched back toward Bartertown in relative silence. The morale among the men was good but they were unnaturally quiet. All of them had felt the impact of Rashomon upon them at the illusionary village whose rescue had been the great test of my circle advancement. I had used Rashomon’s power to inspire them all to resist the phantom horrors that were conjured by my trainer as part of the test. Though they all knew the rumors of Rashomon’s return, and that I claimed to be Rashomon’s one and only questor, the reality of it had not really set in for them before then. I don’t think that it was because they thought I was lying, the men of the order knew me and knew my reputation. No, I think it was more that the concept of a world with Rashomon was too much for them to easily envision, and so they simply had not. The world had been lacking Rashomon’s values for so long that their return was hard to imagine. They were all deeply contemplating what they had just experienced and witnessed. After feeling the unmistakable power that washed over them, there now could be little question as to the validity of Rashomon’s return.
I too had a lot to contemplate. Mablung Valdimir, my trainer and head of the order in Bartertown, had created an illusion unlike any I had ever seem. He had created a whole town, complete with villagers, corpses, horrors and the sites and sounds to go along with it. I had not even entertained the idea of what I had seen, heard and smelled as being false, an illusion. I would make sure to learn a lesson from that.
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I arrived at the compound of The Hand with my entourage of Throalic bodyguards as well as Wheeler who volunteered to go with me. There were the usual pair of guards at the gate. They recognized me and greeted me warmly, which was a much different greeting than I had received the first time I had visited to have Roinak train me. This change in attitude could be accounted for in a number of ways. The rumors of our heroics, had travelled far in the Throalic kingdom. The Battle of Lake Pyros was well known, and with the recent troubles with the Therans, was being told by more and more bards around Barsaive. We had fought the Therans in the Twilight Peaks. We had now captured or destroyed four airships that were affiliated with Thera. Somehow, the rumor of my attempted assassination had gotten around, as had the word of my status as Rashomon’s only questor. Many were skeptical, and rightfully so. Other than the returned star in Rashomon’s constellation and my claim, there was no evidence other than the few who had seen my powers of Rashomon in play. Yet my legend and reputation had grown, as had that of all of the Unchained. That reputation, combined with the aid Suulin and I had given to Roinak, who was a high ranking member of The Hand, had earned me an honored place among them. I was glad to be considered an ally of The Hand, as would any warrior, they were truly a heroic order.
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The day after I talked to Fafnir about training me in book work I went back to the Great Library to see him. As I walked down the hall to his office I saw a large wheeled cart in front of Fafnirs office with empty crates on it. I walked in to his office to find Fafnir and two younger dwarves packing up his office. There were several crates filled with books and scrolls, as well as the contents of his desk.
I laughed, “Are you packing the entire Great Library?” Fafnir spun around and smiled. I pointed to the two crates filled with scrolls, “We should take those two crates and go to The Stag and pick you out some quarters.” Fafnir started to object, but I cut him off. “These two look like they can handle putting books in boxes, we need to talk about something”, I said. Fafnir looked at me with a confused look. I smilled, “You really want to hear about this.” Fafnir looked at the two younger dwarves, “Pack those shelves first and keep them in order.” We grabbed the two crates and left for the Military Throalic Sky Docks.
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One night on the stag all of The Unchained had gathered on The Stag. Stilicho was showing off the changes to the Captain’s Quarters. They were being remodeled in to quarters for the Unchained and the Wardroom. We were all sitting around drinking and laughing. Urgral and Dagmar were drinking from a bottle of foul smelling liquid. I sat with Dremnin and Stilicho on a stack of planks, we all filled our mugs from the same small keg of ale. Suulin had a bottle of fine wine that she had brought with her from her new inn, The Tippling T’skrang. Vridich even smiled and raised a glass of an unknown dark liquid as we talked about our recent successes.
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