Dear Nice Dagger Person - Hello. I hope this letter finds you not dead. okay. I have not written as much as I said I would. sorry. Sister would be disappointed if she knew I said I would write and I did not. But she doesn’t so she isn’t. okay. I have friends. We have a cart. We do stuff. Humans and a halforc and of course sister. okay. We got inside of the magicsl wall. The forrest burned but we was okay. Got a magic rock and brought it all the way bak. But you probably know that already. Other stuff happened, like kings and ancient frozen lady. I’m going to stop now this is hard. Okay I came back. I cooked. We saved kids from kobolds underground and everyone was yay like we were not going to do it when we said we would and we did. Sister says that people don’t think good things happen. They are right you make good things happen or they don’t happen and then its worse. okay. I am now so good at writings that I did a p thing. The one withe all the words in a block. sorry. I didn’t mean to be fancy. I can’t have sister write this since it is all secret so I might get too fancy. Sister always changes my letters before I send them because I get too fancy and she plains it up for me. sorry. We are now Big Shots in town on account of the kids. I write this in a camp with olds ship friends we rescued from the wanted to be king of orcs. He’s not gonna be king on accounnt of being killed. okay. we have a building. Above ground and everything and people live with us. okay. The drooids are all not in charge but in charge but don’t want to be but they are. okay. They don’t have stuff here like doors nobs and nails and sister says thats bad. okay. So we are doing stuff and being big shots and its good lots of loot but nowhere to sell it on account of it not being nails and door nobs. That is everything. okay. Ruthenda
The fools still hadn't figured me out. You'd think something as sophisticated as a train would have better systems for figuring out if you’re SUPPOSED to be on the train. 3 days of gloriously speed and very comfortable chairs and all the food you can steal. Much better than the muck of home. A sea of people surrounded Red Wall like some kind of spreading disease, and the Fat Rich Woman sitting next to me was stuffing her face with cakes again. She always ate the cakes right before asking about her future. Time enough to make up some swill for the fool, one last story before the real game begins. Looking out the window The Mighty Air Ships were already assembling. Big ones, little ones, long ones, fat ones. some with great big bags over them and some without. It was worth the trip just to see it. As the train rolled into the town, the new docking structures could be seen. Construction was well under way and the Great Air Ships were magnificently on display. Cargo, pleasure, passenger, even Ships of the Line. There were so many Red Wall was becoming a city in the shade. This is where it all starts. From here the great ships would take us to the Cursed Continent. A month or two there and lost Myramyr would at last be opened. I wonder if there’s anything inside. Maybe it’s a great barren wasteland, maybe there was nothing alive there. Maybe demons had infested the place or maybe it was overrun with the un-living scourge. The fat woman was finished stuffing her face and looked disturbingly content. Better allies then this would be necessary, and soon.
She wormed her way through the passengers herded together like cattle. Dwarves, humans, even an elf or two, there were far too many people on this train. As she made it to the back of the car she quickly passed though the portal and enjoyed a brief moment of fresh air. A look to he left revealed the giant Tent city that had sprung up around Red Wall. A sea of humanoids all desperate for a taste of the future. How many of them had the damned dead tickets she wondered. To be denied access to the fabled land could only heighten the need to be here. Maybe they hoped to find dome lucky devil and marry them. It’s that or wait until all the good stuffs taken. The door to the last car was stuck as usual and it took 2 good shoves to open it. She was met with the greasy stare of a one eyed Dwarf as she secured the door behind her. She nodded in reply to his leer and headed to the back where there was a crowd around 3 people sitting around a table. In one chair was a fat human, and the second chair was a skinny half elf and in the third chair was her sister. All three had one hand flat on the table and the other held a knife. It was an old game and the winner was the one who didn’t cut themselves. Hard to cheat this game. She sidled up slowly to the group waiting for the flurry of blades to end. It didn’t take long. TH e half elf lost first, she’d have put her money on the fatty blooding first, but he was quick. But it was only moments more before he nicked his pinkeye and it was over. The surge of laughter and good natured ribbing was a good sign, no one was losing big. And she eased herself over to her sister’s side as she was collecting her winnings, only coppers but they were doing well. “What’s up?’ her sister asked. “We’re there” she looked around to make sure everyone heard her “It’s finally time to start this show”
Shaving a bear is not a smart thing to do. It dosen’t matter how hot it is, or how uncomfortable the bear is, you just don’t shave them. The get irritated. Maybe if I could write a book about raising my bear; I could call it that. “Don’t shave the bear”. It has a nice ring to it. Adjusting the bandage on his forearm he double checked the load on his Yak. Everything was in place and we were ready to head out. So a few stomps on the ashes later and off we went. Very Dry and Dusty here in the Desert thingy. But this should be the last day in it. Already up ahead one could just make out the train thingy. That’ll be a sight won’t it. The great steam train of Wedrum soaring past at speeds unheard of before. Maybe they’ll let me on. I could always threaten to shave the bear if they don't, although that would probably backfire. The Yak is avoiding the bear again. I’m not sure why. The Bears been fed and the Yak isn’t very tasty. Maybe the bear smells bad although I can’t imagine what’s worse than Yak. Maybe I can wash my yak at Red Wall. It’d be a good thing to wash the Yak off before entering the city. City folk sometimes get squeamish about how Yaks smell. Are there Yaks on the cursed continent? Wouldn't that be something.
The Oxen Stunk. Even after a week The Smell was eye watering. Like now, it was usually better to walk instead of riding in the wagon. Preferably ahead of the beasts. They'd make less noise when they were behind you as well. The crunch of the red clay ground beneath the heels of the mighty beasts was rhythmic as the caravan followed in the shade of the great aqueduct. It wasn't really an aqueduct anymore, it’d been converted almost 40 years ago for use by the Trains. There were 2 great cylinders strapped to the sides of the tall structure; that was a lot of brass going to waste to replace the aqueducts they were mounted on. Twice a day the great steaming monster would rumble overhead. Always in the same direction. 8 cities linked by the great loop and tomorrow would bring us to the most important one. Right now the most important city in the whole wide world. Red Wall. Not a very imaginative name really. It had red walls and was made of red rock with red mortar and, just like everything in this part of the world, it was Red. Perhaps the people of Red Wall were red as well. Soon…the answer to that pointless question would be answered quite soon now. The Red Cliffs (no surprise there) were in view and the makings of the Tiered City was just coming into view. A tent city was forming at the base of the wall. It’s a good thing that the flood is a good 6 years out, almost as if they had planned it. By the time this was over that tent city would probably stretch all the way to here. By The Three, what a mess.
“What, precisely, do you mean when you say, Winged Devils?” Queried Arch druid Frokt. The old adventurer looked over his shoulder and pointed up at the Ancient Manor “They fell on us, Dozens of ‘em! Great wings like bats and horrible visages and red glowing eyes. They was man shaped, ‘cept they were no men. I didn’ know there were girl demons but some of ‘em had nasty titties sagging like socks a for the fire and nothing we did hurt them. If I hadn’ been in the back I’d a died too.” The tall druid squinted to the South scanning the sky for the creatures and wondered how they had overlooked the Vampires when the reconnoitered the ruined city last year. The salt air was chill in the early spring and after one day in this ruin things were already going slowly, and now this. “You did fine, See to the young druid here and he will heal your hurt.” Arch druid Frokt turned the great air ships behind him and strode up the nearest gangplank summoning for the captain in a strong clear voice. Fortunately, at least something went right, the captain was on the deck and already walking toward him. “Captain, I need all the ships to return to Red Wall immediately.” Frokt nodded with soothing gestures as the Captain began to voice his complaints. “Yes, yes I know Good Captain, I said that the morrow would be fine. However, Landing is not secured as we had believed and I wish to take no chances. I need you to return to Red wall, with all these others, and inform Head Seer that I need more men immediately, Preferable those with some skill in arms. We need to make Landing as secure as possible as swiftly as is needed. There’s just too much at stake to allow this site to be molested by any intruder.” The Druid strode back down the gangplank as he headed to the next Air ship. 5 more times he was to say the same thing. It did not sit well that the abomination was strong enough to hide his presence, as well as his entire scourge from him. That did not sit well at all.