Savage Archanic

The begining (again)
What Happened?

All but one character killed just outside of Everlight Fort, she survived, by running from the savage orc onslaught. Fortunately, they didn’t follow all that long, and she returned to Hawthorn Town to report to their patron…

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On the Way

Ld Eaton has hired three folks to accompany Miss McNittleback to Everlight Fort to recover the sword. He will send one of his remaining Servitors, as well as a porter and a tracker.

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A World of Wonder
Cecily

I find myself, once again, travelling to Fort Everlight in the hopes of retrieving Lord Eaton’s sword… and another treasure… but one for myself. Once again I am a woman in a company of strangers, however, unlike last time, I have found the metal inside to go forward as guide and leader. How easy it is to step forward when one sees a goal one can relate to.

This morning I watched the sun rise. It was one of the most glorious I have ever seen. Out here, in the Savage Lands there is no steam, no exhaust, no light sources other than that great helius as it rises above the horizon, setting the sky ablaze in blues and pinks to rival any dowager’s garden. The orb itself was the most rich copper color, bringing to mind the power projector in Hulifer City, sitting in its cradle, surrounded by guards, glowing with an undefinable energy, one that makes the hairs on your arm float above your skin, and the hair on your head become even lighter than air. I have seen it once… taken there by my father on one of our many information gathering outings… and could not be dragged away… I only agreed to leave after a bribe of cream tea at Spindler’s on Wintertide Street… I found myself smiling into the morning, thinking of how much wonder there had been in the world for me as a child. When my father fell ill and he knew he was coming to the end of his life, he made me promise him things. Many I agreed to just to see him smile, the others I agreed to because I must… I had all but forgotten the last promise he drew from my lips… “Keep finding the wonder in the world around you, Cecily. Never let the politicians and magicians dull your delight in the simple mechanics of the universe… promise me that.” I had thought that would be an easy one. But look at me now, only three months after his death and I had forgotten to watch for the wonderful things.

Thank you, simple sunrise, for reminding me. I will not forget again.

Now to hurry this group through breakfast. A steam car awaits. One of the original three. She waits, never losing hope that someone will find her, love her, restore her to a useful life. I come wonderful wee beastie. I come.

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The Find

We’d been out about on a week, probably about two days out from Fort Everlight when we were getting ready to hunker down for the night. It had rained the night before, the ground muddy and soft underfoot, and sadly under bedroll. I had hunkered down on top of a hill at the base of a tree and was getting ready to go over a few ideas in my head when I heard a snapand a crack, just short of a bang. Just then, the floor fell out from under me. I fell about five feet and landed, not so hard, on a bag of something. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed I had landed in a storage cache. Looking around, I saw a rack of swords, muskets, and kegs of powder and ammunition. I called up that I was okay, if a bit disconcerted about my sudden landing. Getting up, I moved over to the rack of flintlocks about ten in all. Flints still in, but as I picked up one of them, I noticed something. Pitting. Bad pitting. I went to pull the hammer back and felt it grind as it moved, and barely that. Checking another, it was the same. Of the ten, two were worth anything. Checking the powder was the nearly frightening part. I opened the first keg and saw that it had turned sour. It looked as if it had been soaked through and was no longer worth anything. Of the three, one was still worth anything. Looking them over I recalled a hard earned lesson I had learned on proper maintenance of your gear.

It had been a few weeks before I had set to travel out to Hulifer City when a one of the patrols that set out to deal with a group of goblinoids that had been causing trouble in the lower tunnel. During the battle one had been tackled by a goblin, losing his weapon in the process. He had made a desperate manuver by grabbing the pistol from the goblin’s belt and firing it into the miserable thing’s chest. The good news was, it removed the goblin. The bad was that, in the process, due to the lack of maintenance of said weapon, it cost him his hand, right eye, and small parts if his face. He survived, but it took the patrol’s hardest effort to keep him alive to get him back. He was lucky a Synthesist was in the unit and had prepped a poultice to do some healing. I saw the Dwarf in question. A friendly aquaintence of mine named Hektor. I heard from father in a letter before I left for Hawthornetown telling me that Hektor was still alive, and had his hand replaced with a hook for now. There are a few fellows trying to see if they can improve upon that, but I’ve not heard about anything.

Among the many other things there were a few sabers, again ten, of which three were worth anything. Also, it seemed there was about a weeks worth of rations worth keeping. It did make me wonder who’s cache this was. Hopefully not anyone that would be by soon for it. Judging by the condition, not likely. But this was the Savage Lands and stranger things have happened.

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Drink and the devil had done for the rest...

Did you ever wonder if you had too much to drink? due to my chosen profession, I get that feeling more often than not, but I don’t ever pay too much mind. The night before I sat down in the pub with enough coin for a pint. About half way down the tankard, I heard a commotion out back. Naturally I had to see what in all seven seas it was. There was a tussle happening between a couple of young bachelors. Apparently there was a young wench whose finger those poor drunk fools wanted to put a ring on. Theres something about wenches that I’ve always liked. There has yet to be wench or young maiden that the words of a drunken pira… I mean, privateer that don’t make their bloomers hit the floor. When the officials finally took the boys away, I had the wenches fetch me a couple more pints. both the boys had taken off their personal effects, which happened to include two fairly full coin pouches. You could say that I Jumped for joy, since the troubled youths felt that they should buy me a couple of drinks for inconveniencing me so badly. From there on its a blur, but I do remember waking up with the wench. It had to have been a good night for my body to be this sore, and on the other hand its probably good that she is gone, cause’ if my head hurts this bad, she was probably one of the worlds worst nags… Probably can’t go back to that bar again, but I got some loot out of it.

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A fight and a Steam car

In this session, Cpt Icarus challenged the Orc cheif for the sword, winning and killing the chief.Cecily claimed the steam car antique, and they pulled/pushed it all the way back to Hawthorne Towne.

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Yo-ho-ho and... you know the rest

{Read this as if you were around the table with him at the pub}

Don’t mind if I take this seat do ya mate? good! Drinks are on me for tonight. What? you wanna know where me and my friend got these lovely pre-scars? Well boyoh lemme tell ya! Sit right there and I’ll tell ya! We went out about a week ago, Some stout lord sent us out to get a very very nice sword. The very sword that caused me these ruby tattoos. Anyway… One night out from the fort that said sword was held in, a group of orcs decided that they’d be smart and approach the camp, swords raised high, screaming their battle crys! The poor sods had no idea who they were dealing with. With a little help from Nikki here, and our lovely ms.McNittle I was able to take the raiding party captive. When they came to they had realised their error. I questioned the groveling orcs to where the sword was. They told me that their Chieften had it, and that he was not going to let it go. I laughed in their faces and that following hour we marched them up to the fort. When we got close enough the savage creatures yelled and shouted at us, I handed back their soldiers in exchange to challenge their chief. The brute erupted from the masses and accepted my trial of strength. The fight was awesome! But the beast tried to land a few blows below the belt, but I was too quick. Then finaly It lost its footing and fell, and seeing my opertunity I struck out and drove my blade through its heart! I claimed my prize and with that pay roll, I earned the money to buy tonights refreshments!

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Sean's mission
*GM Update*
  • Sean has sent the players to Whyan Point to meet with Sura R. H. Splint. They will be taking a “package” to him, he may have a job for them, and maybe a package to return. He offered them each a gold royal to do this.
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Steam car dreams
Cecily

Well. That expedition did not go at all the way I had imagined it would. All the details I had worked out, all the grand leadership speeches and clever solutions, all for naught. The rest of our travel to the fort was uneventful, for which I was grateful, but, once within sight, we stopped to camp and observe… however, we were observed in kind and a warrior party was sent out to investigate, pummel or eat, I’m not sure which… but… with some luck and some good fighting, we managed to subdue them, bind them, and lead them back to the fort where Icarus, a constantly drunk air ship “captain” took the lead and challenged their chieftain for the sword we were sent after. I have to say, the fight was incredible to watch… it seemed to last forever, but only lasted a matter of short moments, but moments I spent with my pistol clutched tightly in my sweating palm, primed and cocked and hidden in a fold of my jacket… just in case. Unbelievably Icarus was victorious, and even more unbelievably the orcs honored the challenge and allowed us to take the sword… and… yet even more unbelievably gave us until sundown to remove the steam car… before they killed us. I still am not sure how he did it, still not sure where I could have done better, or accomplished more. I suppose I should realize my strengths, realize his, and be happy I am returned and successful… I cannot stay angry, or annoyed however, for I have the steam car, the beautiful, wee beastie.

…and… Oh she is a beauty. Rusted and cannibalized, wheels out of round and all wood weathered to useless, but I got her rolling. I could have gotten her moving under her own steam if I could have gotten water to fill her tank. She rests now under cover in my newly acquired workshop space. If I were not totally exhausted and drained to the bone I would be down there now, beginning the long, gloriously wonderful process of dismantling, cleaning and rebuilding. But. If I learned nothing else from my father, I learned that tired people make mistakes… so… I am eating a light dinner, catching up on my lack of water and will be sleeping soundly soon, dreaming of cogs and grease and mirror shining steel.

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An Eventful Trip
*GM Update*

It took a while, but Nikoli got healed up, and they headed off to Port Whayn. An ambush on the Empire road to Dunloon, and they fared quite well. An injury to Ms. McNittle and an unusual encounter with a Scout Dwarf at the road fort, all before arriving at Pt Whayn. The have just found their contact…but he has apparently been burned to death!?

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