Altain Moonfire’s journal…
After taking the keep we searched high and low for anything of interest. Damn dwarf keeps complaining, or perhaps wishing to find some sort of enchanted cloak. Quite frankly its getting tiresome to say the least. His gruff attitude, and his tendency to think he can handle anything wears on me. We eladrin are far more sophisticated and well mannered, thank the gods.
Fin seems to have located a well hidden door, little doubt that the dungeons lie below. Who knows what we will discover there…
Dungeons below the keep were disturbing. Men and women bloodied and beaten, and eleven out of the twelve were near death’s door. Questioned the man who seemed better than the rest, and even suspected him to be some sort of spy or something? Apparently he had only been imprisoned here for the last few days and was the only lucky one not to be tortured thus far. Needless to say he was overjoyed to see us. Guess he’s not an insider like we first suspected. It was also in the dungeons that we discovered the towns leaders, Rufus and Burne. Both were knocking on death’s door just like many of the others. Mongo and Fin tended to the wounded before Fin called on Bahamut’s good graces to heal the two town leaders. Once conscious they told a hellish tale of a massive army swarming over the city from the northland. Strange dragonmen, some winged while others were not, but all brutal in nature. They want to know who we are, and still seem a bit confused as is to be expected after such an ordeal.
Rufus and Burne are both stunned in the wake of Fin’s ability to channel Bahamut’s blessings. True healing is the stuff of legend, but to actually witness it is beyond description. One must see it with his own eyes to truly believe. Both men are also shocked at our reports of living dragons in the world of Sarsis. I showed them my collection of green and black dragon scales and they inspected them closely. Imagine waking to find the world so suddenly changed…
Devised a plan to begin wearing down the occupying forces here in Hommlet. Robyn plans to lure any guests into the keep using his hat of disguise to appear as one of them. We then systematically remove each threat, slowly dwindling their numbers.
Plan is working well on day one. Hope the evening passes peacefully.
The next morning a General Kreal arrived to report missing patrols from the day prior. We apprehended him immediately, but wondered why he was reporting to a lieutenant? At first he was tight lipped but eventually explained that he wasn’t in charge of Hommlet, and was instead suppose to be the occupying force for the dwarven stronghold of Hammerfast! Needless to say he seemed to have an immediate distaste for our little band of freedom fighters. After a short period of questioning we learned of the Queen’s army far to the south. Finally we offered General Kreal the choice of imprisonment in the dungeons below or death. Not surprisingly the general chose death. Mongo was more than willing to carry out the deed with his enchanted axe Skull Cleaver. But not before General Kreal uttered a few final words, “You will regret this.”
Three days to finally liberate the village of Hommlet. Captain of the guard, Elmo, made his presence known during a meeting asking for volunteers to join a rebel army. Elmo has offered to train volunteers so they are ready upon our return from the northlands. We then departed the newly liberated town of Hommlet for New Haven, in the hopes of liberating that city as well.
Contacted Sir Oakley using our sending stone. He has begun massing an army made up of nearly 600 citizens of Timbervale and over 200 dwarves from Hammerfast. Inform him that we are heading to New Haven to hopefully ignite an insurrection from within. Once we arrive in New Haven, approximately 14 days from now, Sir Oakley is to lead this army of over 800 to New Haven’s city walls over the following 20 days. Nothing less than the liberation of the northlands now hangs in the balance. Heavy times indeed.
After fourteen days of travel, much of which included the miserable Misty Marshes, we finally arrived on the outskirts of the twenty-foot walls of New Haven. After scaling these tall walls we quickly went to work trying to make contact with any rebels who might have been forced underground. Finally after working throughout the day we finally made some progress when we met a female in the Griffon’s Nest Inn. She hinted at possibly knowing something of importance but seemed very reserved and unwilling to trust us. Finally she asked Fin to follow her to an undisclosed location while us other three stayed behind. Fin nodded his approval, and then followed the mysterious woman out the door. Feeling very uncomfortable about how this all seems to be unfolding.
Fin finally returned a short time later, but it seemed much longer. Apparently the mysterious woman agreed to meet us at midnight tonight at a nearby warehouse. From there she plans on leading us to those we seek.
Meeting went down as planned at midnight. Nearly discovered sneaking across town, and were forced to kill four guards in order to remain undetected. I quickly removed sewer grate in a nearby street in order to dispose of the bodies, but soon discovered this was the exact location the mysterious woman was leading us to.
Inside the sewers we were introduced to the leader of the underground insurrection, Broden Steele. He seemed less than happy to see us, and gave the woman who led us hear an earful before she departed. Then a line of questions directed towards us ensued. Broden seems to doubt our intentions, and wants proof that we are who we say we are. Fin seems annoyed by it all, but its understandable why they would question in my opinion. Fin finally ended all the drama when he was led to another chamber containing over a dozen severely wounded men. It was there that all witnessed the miracle of true healing, when Fin bellowed out his battle cry before smashing his enchanted sword into the stone floor. A brilliant flash of light ensued, and the wounded were suddenly and miraculously healed in that very instant. This moment will not soon be forgotten. Jaws agape, and exchanges of disbelief filled the room. Broden Steele then immediately took to one knee and asked for Fin’s forgiveness. Fin simply smiled and politely asked the man to please stand. To see doubters suddenly turned into believers is a sight to behold, and I consider myself to be very lucky to have witnessed such miracles in my lifetime.
That night Broden Steele agreed to begin on plans to attack the occupying forces of the city, and pledged his very life to the cause. He has undergone a tremendous transformation from skeptic to optimist. He nows seems filled with a belief of sudden hope. Fin then acquired a rudely sketched map of the sewers. Broden promises that this will lead us to the sewers below the cities manor estate, allowing us to take out the enemies leadership from the inside before the guards outside know what is taking place. A much better plan than our prior one to scale the walls, which seemed like nothing short of suicide.
While Broden begins his attacks on various enemy patrols in the cities streets, we made our way to through the sewers. These twisting tunnels under the streets of New Haven eventually led us to a location where dried blood stained the sewer’s stonework. This marked the location of a grate high above that supposedly led to the manor estate. We carefully climbed the iron rungs until we reached the top. It was there that we discovered what appeared to be a torture chamber. Three prisoners were in cages and badly beaten. We treated them for their wounds, and Fin healed two of them, before we sent them into to the sewers to escape. Robyn then unlocked the stone doors to a stairwell leading up, but we quickly noted voices and decided to take a listen. Four men seemed to be discussing plans for the future war effort. Then one of the men suddenly mentioned reports of numerous rebellions taking place in a number of northern towns. It seems of little concern until another of the men reports rumors of true healing also being reported, and it is this news that seems to peak their interest. Rumors of a man known as the Chosen One, Fin! It had become obvious that the four of us were no longer an unkown entity. Quickly a guard was called to the meeting, and told to take the report up to the High Wyrmlord immediately. Quietly we closed the heavy stone doors and began to form a plan for how to proceed. Lets pray this works, or we will be lucky to survive!