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==25 of March of the year 1008== | ==25 of March of the year 1008== | ||
| − | ''We arrived to the tower, or what is left from it. I don't know why, but it design makes me remember of Ikalakian architecture. I hired a boatman to cross us trough the strait to a city called Candiels.'' | + | ''We arrived to the tower, or what is left from it. Its inhabitants tell us the history of how a mighty warrior, surely a pirate Captain from what they said, build this tower to reign Fatmilak and defend it from roaming monster. From what i see, he failed.I don't know why, but it design makes me remember of Ikalakian architecture. I hired a boatman to cross us trough the strait to a city called Candiels.'' |
==26 of March of the year 1008== | ==26 of March of the year 1008== | ||
''Candiels is what is left of what looks like a small military post in the southern tip of a peninsula. Its crumbled walls shows the scars of war machines, and few buildings inside the city are more than rubble. Part of it is dominated by gangs of bandits and goblins. Lucky, a family of humble scavengers gave us shelter for the night. One of their kids, the youngest shows great intelligence and wits, and they are more than willing to gave me him has a servant in exchange of a few coins of silver. The youngling, Lucas, is better with me than here, has he and his family shown sign of malnutrition. Has a side note, i have seen a number of sign stones scribed with strange runes. Lucas tell me that the runes are "old speech", the language of the ancients. Maybe he is referring to the old inhabitants of the city.'' | ''Candiels is what is left of what looks like a small military post in the southern tip of a peninsula. Its crumbled walls shows the scars of war machines, and few buildings inside the city are more than rubble. Part of it is dominated by gangs of bandits and goblins. Lucky, a family of humble scavengers gave us shelter for the night. One of their kids, the youngest shows great intelligence and wits, and they are more than willing to gave me him has a servant in exchange of a few coins of silver. The youngling, Lucas, is better with me than here, has he and his family shown sign of malnutrition. Has a side note, i have seen a number of sign stones scribed with strange runes. Lucas tell me that the runes are "old speech", the language of the ancients. Maybe he is referring to the old inhabitants of the city.'' | ||
Revision as of 06:41, 27 March 2008
23 of March of the year 1008==
A few days after my arrival, my acclimatization to Madina`s weather and my try to get a meeting with the Great Abbot, and began my journey to find a good place to claim my own. I depart from Madina in company of my scribe, some servants, three mules, supplies and a new horse. I really hope i find a good and prosper place to fund the Order.
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23 of March of the year 1008
I stooped in Madina Gardens to hire some guides. I found a group of three willing ones, who tell me they know the souther tip of the west continent. I hope they are right. We bough some more supplies.
24 of March of the year 1008
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.
24 of March of the year 1008
We passed the accursed bridge in the dead of the night because of a thrice dammed unit of Hobgoblins camping near it. If only i would be leading some soldiers...
25 of March of the year 1008
We arrived to Fatmilak. This decrepit region is occupied by simple peasants more afraid of the mosters that anything else. They told us of a abandoned tower and port to the north, Tower Fatmilak.
25 of March of the year 1008
We arrived to the tower, or what is left from it. Its inhabitants tell us the history of how a mighty warrior, surely a pirate Captain from what they said, build this tower to reign Fatmilak and defend it from roaming monster. From what i see, he failed.I don't know why, but it design makes me remember of Ikalakian architecture. I hired a boatman to cross us trough the strait to a city called Candiels.
26 of March of the year 1008
Candiels is what is left of what looks like a small military post in the southern tip of a peninsula. Its crumbled walls shows the scars of war machines, and few buildings inside the city are more than rubble. Part of it is dominated by gangs of bandits and goblins. Lucky, a family of humble scavengers gave us shelter for the night. One of their kids, the youngest shows great intelligence and wits, and they are more than willing to gave me him has a servant in exchange of a few coins of silver. The youngling, Lucas, is better with me than here, has he and his family shown sign of malnutrition. Has a side note, i have seen a number of sign stones scribed with strange runes. Lucas tell me that the runes are "old speech", the language of the ancients. Maybe he is referring to the old inhabitants of the city.
