Difference between revisions of "Mekorig Family/Baldur/Travel Log"
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+ | |title= Crossing the river, into the North | ||
+ | |text=''A few days after i left {{Reglink|DW|Chesland}} and the city of {{Reglink|DW|Chesney}}, we crossed and old and still firm stone bridge, into the lands north of the know territory. The lands ahead of us, a ondulating grassland, are called {{Reglink|DW|Gretchew}}. The few inhabitants of the region, families of farmers trying to get its food from this fertile lands while they defend from monsters raids, tell me of a city in the hills north of here.'' | ||
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+ | ''With Lucas help i keep translating the book found in {{Reglink|DW|Chesney}}, but the dialect used on it its of a much more refined kind than the one used on the mark stones in the road. It will take me some more time.'' | ||
+ | |author= Baldur Mekorig | ||
+ | |date= 02/04/1008 | ||
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+ | |title= Arriving to the Chateu | ||
+ | |text=''In the hills north of {{Reglink|DW|Gretchew}} we found the city of Saffalore, or {{Reglink|DW|Chateu Saffalore}} like the locals call it. Its a very active small city, mainly occupied in trading with the sourronding regions. A very old men told me that the city`s name is in honor to Lord Saffalore, a noble of old time who owned the lands, and after some kihnd of disaster, sheltered the commoners in his lands. The last of his line died some 5 years ago, according to the old men. '' | ||
+ | |author= Baldur Mekorig | ||
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Revision as of 18:54, 4 April 2008
Leaving the island | |||
We passed by the lawless province of Lugagun, and don't stop. The trip goes well. Shortly we will passing the Bol-Gun Bridge bridge. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,24/03/1008 |
The Midland Woods | |||
After leaving Celtiberia behind, we head up to a forest up north, called the Rettlewood according to the sign stones. The stone paved road is in good shape, but wines and trees have grow to near of the road, and now it is blocked by its branches in some places, making it difficult to pass. Also, a numbers of small hills make the road a little difficult sometimes.
Shortly before sunset, we cross paths with a crafter in a cart. His name was Creoric, a metalworker from a small forest village named Twainville, in the west woods, and was heading to another village named Rettleville, in the east part of the woods, in his bi-monthly selling travel. He gave me a good deal of information about the forest, that is huge according to him, and full of dangers further north, but little of the history of the place. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,28/03/1008 |
The forest village | |||
After a long travel trough this jungle, we finally reached Twainville. It is a small wooden town, surrounded by a makeshift wooden wall. Its inhabitants are mainly hunters and woodcutters, with some crafters and farmers in the fields surrounding the clear. Theirs is a hard life, constantly defending their home against marauding beasts and humanoids that lives in the forest. Only one stone building remains in its feets, what apparently was a governmental building in a distant past according to the people. We resupply here and headed north-east, to Paisly. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,29/03/1008 |
Into the green and death fields of Larur | |||
We cross the ravine, a few hours later retook the road, and enter Larur, what appeared to be a rural region. Its green fields now grow grass, but the earth seems to be very fertile, and the ocean winds bring enough water to the land.
But not anything is fertile, or alive, in Larur. In the ruins of a small town we cross path with a small scout party of skeletons, lead by what looked like a skeleton is a very antique full plate, like in Celtiberia. While my men deal with the minor undead, i face the creature, and after a hard fight returned it to its natural state, death. Its sword and armor were of very good craftsmanship, and took them as a spoil of war. We crossed the region under the cover of darkness, and there were signs of the presence of a much bigger undead unit in the zone. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,31/03/1008 |
The beautiful city of Chesney | |||
We left Larur behind us and cross to Chesland, a nice, but ruined again, townsland surrounding a beatiful small city named Chesney. It walls were ruined, a common characteristic to this land, and a great part of its building were also ruined, but i found no "supernatural" sign or track in the zone. Its seems the city was spared the wall-melting fire of Paisly.
We contact the locals, and bought some food and supplies from them. Shortly, a sudden storm came form the east, from the ocean, and me and my men found refuge in a mostly intact noble house, or what was left of it. The most interesting finding was a half-wormeaten book, a kind of journal like mine, but written in a more delicate variant of the runes used in the road signs. It will take me some time to translate it, but with Lucas help i am sure i will have it complete in a few days, if the book don't disintegrate first. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,01/03/1008 |
Crossing the river, into the North | |||
A few days after i left Chesland and the city of Chesney, we crossed and old and still firm stone bridge, into the lands north of the know territory. The lands ahead of us, a ondulating grassland, are called Gretchew. The few inhabitants of the region, families of farmers trying to get its food from this fertile lands while they defend from monsters raids, tell me of a city in the hills north of here.
With Lucas help i keep translating the book found in Chesney, but the dialect used on it its of a much more refined kind than the one used on the mark stones in the road. It will take me some more time. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,02/04/1008 |
Arriving to the Chateu | |||
In the hills north of Gretchew we found the city of Saffalore, or Chateu Saffalore like the locals call it. Its a very active small city, mainly occupied in trading with the sourronding regions. A very old men told me that the city`s name is in honor to Lord Saffalore, a noble of old time who owned the lands, and after some kihnd of disaster, sheltered the commoners in his lands. The last of his line died some 5 years ago, according to the old men. | |||
- Baldur Mekorig,03/04/1008 |