Back Into The Dymrak

“Thank you Pyotr,” said Stephan. “It will help much if we can use some of the horses and resupply our arrows and such. We’ll take only what horses we need, of course. The rest can be used to replenish the Sukiskyn coffers.”

The dwarf wasn’t pleased at having to backtrack to the Sukiskyn holdings, but the ale did make the return a bit more palatable.

The tour of the Sukiskyn clan treasures was brief. Feldard’s own family treasury held much, much more. But there were a few items to which he showed some interest.. the gold-plated hunting horn… and that patterned tapestry. It intrigued him. “Where did this thing come from? It looks rather antique.”

“Yes, sir dwarf,” answered Pyotr. “This tapestry has been in our generations. So long that none of us are even certain of its origins. Kuzma thinks it may even date back to the time of the Three.”

Miklos enjoyed the distraction of the treasures of the clan. It enabled him the divorce himself, for a while, from the pressing dangers he’d found himself in. “Fascinating histories, Pyotr. Thank you.”

When discussions after dinner turned to back to the goblins, Feldard listened in. The realization that the others would want to continue on via horseback prompted the dwarf to comment. “Such fine horses would only attract attention and make our party even more a target. We should continue on by foot.”

“Aye, Feldard, there is truth in what you say. But the horses would afford us much needed speed. Horses are common in these parts and having such should not attract undue attention. Of course, if you speak of horse thieves, that’s another matter.”

“I don’t think we’l need the horses, either,” chimed in Hasan. “Not that I won’t take one when, err, if it is needed for our next step. But now we will have to penetrate the goblin lair, and horses will not help in that. Too much time has been lost. The goblins will have returned to their homes and will be ready to defend them after the losses they suffered here. We will need to strike decisively when we have the chance, for surely all the Dymrak knows we are here. But come, tonight let us rest, and on the morrow, we off as dawn breaks.” And Hasan went to bed.

“I will defer to Hasan’s assessment of our needs in tracking the gobs.”

Stephan turned to his brother, “Your offer is most gracious and, as Hasan says, if our pursuit of the destruction of evil in Dymrak would benefit from it, we may return to accept your offer.”

Before leaving in the morning, Pyotr proffered the Sukiskyn family ring back to Stephan. “That was a quickly fulfilled oath, little brother!” He said with a smile.

“Nay, Tumish”, Stephan used the Traldarian term of brother endearment, “I’ll not take the ring back till your household is restored in a gob-free Dymrak. There’s much work yet to be done!”

“But brother, your pig-headedness is showing again. Surely you can see you deserve your ring back.”

“Again, nay, Tumish. My heart refuses it given the situation in Dymrak. It’s absence, and this scar, will keep me on task.”

Satisfied but perplexed, Pyotr pocketed the ring. “I’ll keep it safe till you achieve your goals. And I’m sure you will, Tumish!”

“I was wondering how we could track at speed. But horses can be looked after. All we need is a loyal ostler.” Miklos’s eyes strayed to Matvey, then to the women folk and dimissed the idea. “Perhaps not. We cannot delay our pursuit either way. The consensus is we follow the trail of destruction to the Southeast.”

Maruc bid the over generous clan fairwell as he joined the party outside the hastily constructed corral. “Nice family Stephan.” He crushed the pang in self pity and envy. To have loving bothers and sisters? A mother? All of Maruc’s memories were ash and ruin blown away on the wind. Halav had filled the emptiness. But He felt remote. This clan was real and urgent, troubled and strong. Bah! Halav was testing him again.

He marched beside the confident steps of the dwarf rying the keep his emotions of his face. Grinning, always grinning. Thats what Maruc always did.

And so the eclectic band of adventurers once again set forth into the Dymrak. They travelled on foot, and headed back toward where they had last left the trail of the goblins as they departed the horse bandit encampment.



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9 responses to “Back Into The Dymrak

  1. Is the last paragraph of the post an accurate description of your intentions? If not, let me know and I will revise.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp

    Maruc: 18,560/24000
    Miklos: 18,625/20000
    Feldard: 18,595/34000
    Hasan: 17,705/32000
    Stephan: 17,545/32000

  2. Feldard

    (I think the group is a bit split on where to go.. some think it’s best to follow the trail of where the goblins attacked.. along the edge of the Dymrak. Feldard argues just keep heading the way the goblins have been heading thus far – deeper into the dymrak towards the southeast.. I don’t think we came to an agreement. But the dwarf is stubborn.)

  3. Stephan

    Stephan was eager to start finding new goblin trail and followed Hasan’s lead as quietly as possible. He was amazed at the silence of the elf and several times was startled, during their infrequent and brief breaks, by Hasan’s sudden yet silent appearance just behind his shoulder. “Ah, yes,” Stephan would say, trying not to be too noisy. “I think I can see a bit of the trail you’re following. But you seem able to string all the clues together to keep us moving at a quick pace!”, he said in hushed tones. Hasan simply nodded–an affirmation, at least, of Stephan’s presence–and moved on.

  4. Hasan

    At home. Or near enough after the excrutiating depths of the cursed temple and several days aship, thought the elf as he slid easily deeper into the Dymrak, a great forest, like his own beloved Radlebb, but different, less vital, thinner and yet deeper under its resinous canopy beneath the air and sun. Little stirred alongside the quartet that followed him, which bother Hasan, who would have expected to have spooked a half doxen white-bobbed hart in the cool dawn hours. Still, if such elusive prey were missed, there was no missing the trail of the dozen or two goblins they followed, despite the rain between the groups. The goblins travelled directly, with little sense for the land’s contours. Stopping to refresh himself at a slow-moving rivulet, Hasan found rough black hair and pungency – at least one dire survived the tribal battle. He waited for the humans and dwarf to catch him. Noon approached. Nothing yet surprised in the Dymrak.

  5. Feldard

    (sorry to mess up your order but the slow moving dwarf would be at the back, plus Stephan already noted he was following Hasan’s lead)

    The dwarf followed the party as rear guard, his lack of stealth and slow pace made him ideal to keep at the rear. Feldard didn’t mind the loss of position out here in the woods. It wasn’t like it was – back when he was vying against Saeth for lead position in the temple ruins.

    Feldard glanced back along their path. All seemed quiet and clear. That was good.

  6. Maruc

    After the rains the forest smelt of fresh leaves mixed with the mustiness of decaying wood. As he trudged along he watched the beams of pale sunlight that sort the ground ahead. Darting between the beams like some flighty moth Hasan lead them as if they travelled a well used road. The priest marvelled at his expertise. “Now that is magic in my book.” he said ruefully to the mage beside him.

  7. miklosdostevar

    “Ha, a wood is a wood. Is a wood.” Miklos added finally as if he’d made some deep philosophical comment. To be honest he wasn’t thinking about the journey. He was more wrapped up with trying to make the lose ends of clues they had discovered make sense. Hobgoblins and goblins, towers and human bandits. Traitor elves and the Sons of Night. The Dread Night with its legions of the damned. All unsolved. All like festering boils on the skin of the future awaiting their time to ripen.
    All these delays, side tracking them from their true purpose? And what where the true details of that purpose? He looked at Maruc striding next to him. Ha, to place your decisions in the hands of a God? It’s too easy. Miklos knew thet answer the priest would give him before he asked the question.
    “Are we going the right direction? I mean really. Are we being sidetracked? We’ve spent day’s in the forest and now we are chasing shadows and Hobgoblins and Goblins and Towers. With no mention of the greater picture. We’ve not had closure on the Sons of Night, we don’t know how many enclaves fester out there. We may be being artfully manipulated.”

  8. Maruc

    Maruc turned his trademark grin on the mage. “Trust in Halav!”

  9. miklosdostevar

    Miklos sighed.

    He watched the elf stop and stoop down, stand up and wait. He stopped by Hasan as the others gathered.

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