The New World

Sessions 31, 32 and 33

Sessions 31, 32 and 33Thursday 21st April 2011, Thursday 5th May 2011, Thursday 12th May 2011 – by Mikkael, Modus and Frithhill

Elapsed time – 326 days real time , 243 days game time ( 9th March 1603 ?)

Location – Leifurland, running away from Gerivik

“Argh! I be dead!”
-Dirty Pete

“O’er icy seas from a distant land
Came a wild and fierce and bloody band
With steel and fire gripped in their hand
To spell the doom of Grugnir

And on a lonley blackened shore
With sword ’n thunder brought to the fore
The wyrm cried out a deathly roar
Before his head was parted

Upon our hall with eyes a dim
The Dragon’s skull doth deathly grin
For Grugnir knows that tales grow grim
When blood price is not sated

Beneath the birds of blackened wing
Beneath the tree where dead men swing
Lies still, the once undying king
Thorvald, Wise no longer

Now but five where once were more
Theives head back to farflung shore
Richer now in blood soaked lore
The crysal skull is grinning"
-addition to the Saga of Grugnir, by Snori Fireborn (formally Fair)

“Running again. Journeys end is beckoning and I’m glad to set my back to Gerivik.

The things I’ve seen. Maybe the last dragon. I don’t rightly know if the world is a better or worse place for it’s lack. P’raps a day will come when there’ll be peace for me, away from the stinks of modern life. The smell of cattle, and hay and earth and wood smoke; not burnt powder, blood and death.

I mun look a right scarecrow." – Tho. Rede.

Session 30

Session 30Tuesday 12th April 2011 – by Frithhill

Elapsed time – 296 days real time, 235 days game time (1st March 1603 ?)

Location – Gerivik, in Leifurland

“Here be dragons ? Gods Blood !” – Tho. Rede

Session 29

Session 29Thursday 31st March 2011

Elapsed time – 284 days real time, 234 days game time (28th February 1603 ?)

Location – Gerivik, in Leifurland

“I don’t know if this journey takes me nearer or further from home. If some day, I find myself in the church of red-nosed parson, droning on, I swear I’ll embrace him like a brother when he’s done. Priests in foreign lands, well if they’re not leading dazed women into lairs of wild beasts, then they’re gutting hanged men like an executioner or slaughter-man and poking around in ‘is gizzards. We don’t know where the part of skull is, and I have to find a way to get William of Coleshire free. Our welcome ‘ere isn’t likely to last long, and I have already looked at the lord here around a bow-stave. I don’t count our chances of making away with some’at from a treasure house very high. " – Tho. Rede

Session 28

Session 28Thursday 24th March 2011 – by Frithhill

Elapsed Time: 277 days real time, 229 days game time (23rd February 1603 ?)

Location – Leifurland, surrounded by frozen tundra/taiga.

“The dead are surely jealous of their chattels, and do not forget. The sword the heathen priest gave us, by the Emerald River, has been taken back by warriors of the old king. Lifetimes gone, did the king pass out of these lands, and reach the shore of t’ sea, only to turn back, and return brooding again, without ? I’m minded of that envoy, long ago. Did he barter the mask away, or did he come all this way to rob t’ tomb. There’s as much sense in that as a cocks egg.” – Tho. Rede

Session 27

Session 2717th March 2011 -by Mikkael and Frithhill

Elapsed time: 270 days real time, 228 days game time (22nd February 1603 ?)

Location – the northern parts of Amerigo, in the New World, north and west of the Dareton colony.

“Yarr, we be movin’ north from Dareton with mammoth hunters. Snow be coverin’ everythin’ and we be shiverin’. Brem the skallywag borrowed me musket to go huntering with Steve and Terry. I asked for collateral in case he lost me musket. He gave his pistol. Methinks I was robbed. While I’s was setting up camp they shot a deer but lost it to the jaws of giant wolves. They be the size of small rowboats. Brem and Terry dragged Steve covered in his own blood back to camp. The Docker he tried his best but Old Davy Jones took his due. With Miss Nightshads help I asked Brem where me musket be. He said he dropped it. I tells him, I now owns his pistol. Brem be cheeky-fine with that. I feels robbed proper now. Next day we claimed the pelts of the wolves. They be the size of killer whales. I founds me musket frozen in the snow and be a happy Pete. Brem sees me with me musket and starts yammering at me in his odd little sing-song. Miss Nightshads not around so I be feeling smug and un-robbed.

We then be walking another two weeks. The cold drained me grog by the time we made the Great Lakes. The hunters made camp and we be parting ways from them. Methinks I’ll let one of the others tell the story of the how Brem and Tom went a scoutin’, and how we founds ourselves facing a dead Norseman warrior in the middle of the night". – Dirty Pete

“I’ve et my fill at table of murder. I fear the Devil has a place for me at another feast.

Sent for meat, which I regret not having, now, since a long and hungry walk stretches far as I can see. When the corn comes in and bushels are put away empty, all go and fetch acorns. Before the next summer, acorn porridge will serve for bread. The autumn is long gone, and so are the oak-caps. I saw a mammoth though.

Along the way I’ve been thinking about how that mammoth would have tasted. I’m not sorry that I pulled it out of the mire, but. Sum’t ‘ll come along. The woods ahead are likely to be pines, but there’ll be sum’t abroad at the hungry end of the winter, before the thaw.

I saw a howe, just like at home, tales I’ve heard were true. Pagan kings do tarry in the underworld. I’ t’ dales, knights of old must’a put them to rest. The old kings in Norwick mun have been of the like to what we saw last eve. There must be old coats of mail rusting away in the mud all over Northshire. One here too, now" – Tho. Rede

Note: As from Session 27 (17th March 2011), the adventure log is being written from a first-person perspective, rather than a third-person perspective. The summary of events previously employed was verbose, and not necessarily entertaining to read.

Session 26

Session 2610th March 2011 – by Mikkael

Elapsed time: 263 days real time, 211 days game time (5th February 1603 ?)

Location – Dareton, a colony settled by dissidents from Albion, in the northern part of Amerigo

“I’ve never seen a Tuathan fly off like that” – Dirty Pete

Session 25

Session 253rd March 2011 – by Mikkael

Elapsed time: 256 days real time, 188 days game time (13th January 1603 ?)

Location – Tatlopocl, a frontier town of the Ixtlan empire in the southern part of Amerigo

“Got ourselves some mighty fine jewelry. These natives aren’t that bad. Hmmm, let’s be off and find the rest of that Jaguar Crown shall we?” – Dirty Pete

Session 24

Op. Ed. for Session 24Thursday 24th February 2011 – by Frithhill

Come back, you coward, I’ll bite your kneecaps off…. Elapsed time 249 days real time, 163 days game time (22nd December 1602 ?)

Location – A cavern behind a waterfall on the upper reaches of the Rio Esmeralda

In a short session, Alejandro Jurez, Doctor Vincent Walker, Miss Nightshade, Thomas Rede and Dirty Pete McGowan took the canoe left behind the previous night by the religious procession referred to in Session 22 and rode through the waterfall, to the place behind.

Following the footprints seen by Alejandro the night before up an inclined shaft, Alejandro led them into a great cavern. In the dark, lit by torches carried by Alejandro and Doctor Walker, they entered cautiously, a rank animal odour surrounding them. Doctor Walker bringing up the rear, together with Miss Nightshade was the first to fall, his peg-leg bitten bitten through. A desperate defense followed, as the other three monstrous cats watched, somewhere out in the darkness. Miss Nightshade was brought down next, when a second stalked out of the dark on the flank.

At the conclusion, Thomas Rede stood guard over a cluster in the narrow ring of firelight as Doctor Walker ministered to the others. Of the four who entered whole, three (Alejandro, Miss Nightshade and Dirty Pete), still in the den, watched unseen are now maimed.

Session 23

Op. Ed. for Session 23Unholy slaughter….Thursday 9th December 2010 – by Frithhill

Elapsed time 182 days real time, 163 days game time (22nd December 1602 ?)

Location – In the vicinity of Tatlopocl, a frontier town of the Ixtlan Empire, in the southern part of Amerigo

Alejandro Jurez, Brem O’Gellwyn, Miss Nightshade and Vittorio Tornatore were dispatched to climb the escarpment and spy out the land from the top. Before they had reached the top of the plateau (or ridge) they came upon a town cut into the face of the cliff, in terraces. They watched from the eaves of the forrest, regarding the peasantry tending their plots, and the people in the street, priests and soldiery among them.

Meanwhile at the foot of the bluff Content Not Found: henry-d-avenne, Doctor Vincent Walker, Thomas Rede and Angus the Axe waited, with the crew of the Baillieu, lying among the trees for their report. It was not the scouts who returned, however. Instead 4 townspeople came down to collect water. Passing near the the body of sailors who with bated breath remained frozen in their places of concealment the hope that they would pass by, go about their errands and return unaware of the presence ofstrangers died. A sailor saw one of them meeting his eyes. The Ixtlan cried out and turned to run. The others panicked, seeing the still, hidden line of armoured men about them and followed. A shot was fired, and then others opened fire. The water carriers were cut down in a hail of musket balls.

A few hundred yards away Alejandro, Brem, Miss Nightshade and Vittorio heard the shot and the fusillade which followed it. The town became a hive of activity. warriors armed themselves and as a body moved down the cliff-path. At it’s end Content Not Found: henry-d-avenne_ formed up the crew in a line two deep at the line of trees nearest the path, with long poles planted next to each man to impede movement into their formation, and set them to readying their fire arms. The dragonard (and it’s gunner, the first mate) was hastily concealed on the beach shore again, under a sheet of canvas covered over with sand. And then the warriors came. Pressed the squadron gave ground, moving back and to it’s right, drawing back beyond the field of fire of the swivel gun, leaving behind four of it’s number cut down by the force, firing into the mass of warriors as they went. Pushed to the shore, with charges spent (all except those of the first officer and first mate) but with the foes lured into killing zone, the first mate set his slow match to the touch hole and every one it front of him was caught in the tirade, some score of enemies, the four sailors left behind, and Angus the Axe, who had closed to engage hand to hand. With the fury of sound still in everyones ears, _Content Not Found: henry-d-avenne called for his men to reload, as more warriors approached.

Session 22

Op. Ed. for Session 22 * – Into the trees…. – * Thursday 25th November 2010 – by Frithhill

Elapsed time 168 days real time, 163 days game time (22nd December 1602 ?)

Location, in the vicinity of Tatlopocl, a frontier town of the Ixtlan Empire, in the southern part of Amerigo
Boxing match between Brem O’Gellwyn and Vittorio Tornatore

Charting the river above San Miguel

Alarmed by the appearance of an enormous crocodilian, which upset one of the boats, and menaced those thrown into the water. Before being driven away it bit off one of Vincent Walkers legs, but fortunately the one which had already been lost to a musket shot months before.

Across the flooded river plain by boat, spending the night in a canopy of the trees, after hauling up the boats and their contents as well.

The prodigious sight of a waterfall falling from an escarpment, at the edge of the river valley, some day and a half by boat from the main course of the river.

The boats and part of the supplies cached on the small piece of beach next to the pool at the base of the waterfall.

A religious procession in the night, with dancing, flower festooned children, stern warriors carrying torches, a solemn priest and a maiden. Everyone returned to wherever it was they had come from, except for the maiden.


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