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Session 10

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	On return we learn that Lord Alexander & Lady Rebecca have decided to return to Terranova to help the resistance & no doubt [unspoken] to relieve themselves of mother in law issues.		On return we learn that Lord Alexander & Lady Rebecca have decided to return to Terranova to help the resistance & no doubt [unspoken] to relieve themselves of mother in law issues.

	There is also a new job for us - a goblin with a white flag attached to a stick approaches cautiously. He is a messenger for the the "Thing" - a sentient dark sphere encountered previously - between 28 Frost & 12 Snow - wants to meet us - which we do so in the Elven Ways where it was first encountered . It has a cryptic message: "''Enemies have made a grave error.You are to follow the path your enemy taught you back to the origins of these roads and bring back a thing, anything,.. but a real thing."'' Yes exactly, makes no sense at all but nevertheless but the more mystical of our party suggest that this means this means he wants us to got a plane of hell which we can access by portal.		There is also a new job for us - a goblin with a white flag attached to a stick approaches cautiously. He is a messenger for the the "Thing" - a sentient dark sphere encountered previously - between 28 Frost & 12 Snow - wants to meet us - which we do so in the [[Elven Ways]] where it was first encountered . It has a cryptic message: "''Enemies have made a grave error.You are to follow the path your enemy taught you back to the origins of these roads and bring back a thing, anything,.. but a real thing."'' Yes exactly, makes no sense at all but nevertheless but the more mystical of our party suggest that this means this means he wants us to got a plane of hell which we can access by portal.

	We arrive in a nice layed out courtyard attached to a spacious & airy building very pleasant (hell belies its reputation from what I see here) with comfortable furniture laid out everywhere, the weather is warm (no not THAT warm - just pleasant). Poppy's magical vision determines that absolutely everything is an illusion - everything that is but a scroll we observe being scrutinised by a very attractive couple (aside from their backwards jointed legs). Succubus & Incubus, mutters Quentin darkly.. We hide and wait until only the succubus remains, and then with cunning team work mainly involving every male member of the party (except possibly Quentin) drooling open mouthed at her lusty come hither wantoness punctuated, just before we all volunteer for eternal slavery & eager carnal devotion to her every base whim, by Horton's telekinesis spell which wrests the scroll from her gasp at surprising speed... & Boris's quickly made bone construction blocking her path. Snapped out of our stupour by her angry shriek we leg it from hell racing through the illusionary "building" to the mirror portal and back into the elven pathways...		We arrive in a nice layed out courtyard attached to a spacious & airy building very pleasant (hell belies its reputation from what I see here) with comfortable furniture laid out everywhere, the weather is warm (no not THAT warm - just pleasant). Poppy's magical vision determines that absolutely everything is an illusion - everything that is but a scroll we observe being scrutinised by a very attractive couple (aside from their backwards jointed legs). Succubus & Incubus, mutters Quentin darkly.. We hide and wait until only the succubus remains, and then with cunning team work mainly involving every male member of the party (except possibly Quentin) drooling open mouthed at her lusty come hither wantoness punctuated, just before we all volunteer for eternal slavery & eager carnal devotion to her every base whim, by Horton's telekinesis spell which wrests the scroll from her gasp at surprising speed... & Boris's quickly made bone construction blocking her path. Snapped out of our stupour by her angry shriek we leg it from hell racing through the illusionary "building" to the mirror portal and back into the elven pathways...

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	=== Session 4 ===		=== Session 4 ===

	His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or ~~habituÃ©~~ of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my style... however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mind...short for "Empty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.		His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habitué of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my style... however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mind...short for "Empty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.

	The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.		The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.

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	On '''1 Frost''' we meet the Baronesses' retainer John who confirms that the daughter in law, is indeed wicked practicing foul habits including magic and dancing naked through the hills... we agree immediately to take the job on hearing the latter heinous crime, in fact forget to even inquire what the pay will be... Its all politics and the plan is to replace the dancing daughter in law with the Baronesses' second son, her first son having perished nobly & alone without significant retainers while facing down 200 orc's about to bust through a castle breach. There is no open hostility between the two women, but if my knowledge of womenfolk is any good inside they are glaring at each other like two cats in the same yard. The daughter in law is apparently an ex "adventuress", which to her mother-in-law no doubt has only one possible meaning..... Quentin - not only an orc but also a milk drinking woman fearing Holy Roller to boot, is against my advice elected party leader - last adventure Lady Nicola, lovely lass but a damned pre-Raphaelite held this role & it caused all manner of problems in conducting legalised banditry for some other noble lady. Our destination is the town of Goodbridge where 20 or so retainers reside in a castle guarding a bridge. I will be the War Chief (Military Scientist) & scribe.		On '''1 Frost''' we meet the Baronesses' retainer John who confirms that the daughter in law, is indeed wicked practicing foul habits including magic and dancing naked through the hills... we agree immediately to take the job on hearing the latter heinous crime, in fact forget to even inquire what the pay will be... Its all politics and the plan is to replace the dancing daughter in law with the Baronesses' second son, her first son having perished nobly & alone without significant retainers while facing down 200 orc's about to bust through a castle breach. There is no open hostility between the two women, but if my knowledge of womenfolk is any good inside they are glaring at each other like two cats in the same yard. The daughter in law is apparently an ex "adventuress", which to her mother-in-law no doubt has only one possible meaning..... Quentin - not only an orc but also a milk drinking woman fearing Holy Roller to boot, is against my advice elected party leader - last adventure Lady Nicola, lovely lass but a damned pre-Raphaelite held this role & it caused all manner of problems in conducting legalised banditry for some other noble lady. Our destination is the town of Goodbridge where 20 or so retainers reside in a castle guarding a bridge. I will be the War Chief (Military Scientist) & scribe.

	After obtaining heavily discounted greater enchantments from the guild, not that I need one of course - it was more by way of reassurance for the others, Boris the Orc & I head out for a departure feast - to toast our gods but mostly to feast on large chunks of roasted meat, tell lies about our daring and meet the local lasses who are suitably enamoured after they see the colour of our silver. Quentin, Horton and the easily impressed Ignis a new adventurer and already picking up bad habits, are off to get an early nights sleep, drink a cup of warm milk & kneel in their slippers & dressing gowns to say their prayers. Sadly the ale turns out to be foul I've been cruelly cursed it dawns on me. A check at the guild's Namer's college reveals that some dodgy black myrrh has been used by the Ensorcerers Guild & that anyone who received a greater enchantment will have two curses. Mine are that the first cup of ale in a day will taste like crap & I will suffer from hives under the ~~moonlightâ€¦~~ Well there is good news amongst the bad - only one cup will taste bad. Boris & I head back to the ~~tavernâ€¦~~		After obtaining heavily discounted greater enchantments from the guild, not that I need one of course - it was more by way of reassurance for the others, Boris the Orc & I head out for a departure feast - to toast our gods but mostly to feast on large chunks of roasted meat, tell lies about our daring and meet the local lasses who are suitably enamoured after they see the colour of our silver. Quentin, Horton and the easily impressed Ignis a new adventurer and already picking up bad habits, are off to get an early nights sleep, drink a cup of warm milk & kneel in their slippers & dressing gowns to say their prayers. Sadly the ale turns out to be foul I've been cruelly cursed it dawns on me. A check at the guild's Namer's college reveals that some dodgy black myrrh has been used by the Ensorcerers Guild & that anyone who received a greater enchantment will have two curses. Mine are that the first cup of ale in a day will taste like crap & I will suffer from hives under the moonlight... Well there is good news amongst the bad - only one cup will taste bad. Boris & I head back to the tavern...

	'''2 Frost''' Boris & I awake in the stable at cocks crow with the Hammer of Thor pounding our temples - Quentin's plan is to ride to our destination so we slept in the stable to ensure they didn't leave without us - it will only take a month each way. John the retainer is not present. he too has been partying - same as everyone in the guild aside from Quentin, Ignis & Horton - & has to be first located and then dragged from the temple of "The One Horned God" where he has signed up for eternal debasement.		'''2 Frost''' Boris & I awake in the stable at cocks crow with the Hammer of Thor pounding our temples - Quentin's plan is to ride to our destination so we slept in the stable to ensure they didn't leave without us - it will only take a month each way. John the retainer is not present. he too has been partying - same as everyone in the guild aside from Quentin, Ignis & Horton - & has to be first located and then dragged from the temple of "The One Horned God" where he has signed up for eternal debasement.
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	Three hours into the flight we spy way below us 5 giant winged creatures herding people into a cave. We swoop down and engage in bloody combat with 5 griffons who fight to the death - its a near thing as they are damned tough. Everyone of our party stands their ground not giving an inch - you can forgive moral foibles such as an aversion to alcohol & women of easy virtue - in fellows who will back you in a fight!! The prisoners all flee the cave - after seeing our orcs probably & assuming we intend to eat them - but not before making an offering to us of their meagre possessions and running off into the hills . Luckily Quentin is overruled from returning the loot. A search of the cave by Boris' undead helpers uncovers various treasures.		Three hours into the flight we spy way below us 5 giant winged creatures herding people into a cave. We swoop down and engage in bloody combat with 5 griffons who fight to the death - its a near thing as they are damned tough. Everyone of our party stands their ground not giving an inch - you can forgive moral foibles such as an aversion to alcohol & women of easy virtue - in fellows who will back you in a fight!! The prisoners all flee the cave - after seeing our orcs probably & assuming we intend to eat them - but not before making an offering to us of their meagre possessions and running off into the hills . Luckily Quentin is overruled from returning the loot. A search of the cave by Boris' undead helpers uncovers various treasures.

	Off we head, flying to our destination. Aquila & Aladar pass quickly beneath us. Boris & Quentin see an orcish fort. We see hordes of lizard creatures on the prowl below. We land 10 miles outside of Konigsberg after 18 hours flight and stay the night hidden in a copse. On awakening John the reatainer leads us as we head mostly by road toward Goodbridge taking about a week. On '''''7 Frost''''' we note a large queerly rigged ship wrecked on a hill, about 90 feet long ( we are about 200 miles inland). A skeleton crew is noted on deck, and 4 angry minds ~~insideâ€¦~~.		Off we head, flying to our destination. Aquila & Aladar pass quickly beneath us. Boris & Quentin see an orcish fort. We see hordes of lizard creatures on the prowl below. We land 10 miles outside of Konigsberg after 18 hours flight and stay the night hidden in a copse. On awakening John the reatainer leads us as we head mostly by road toward Goodbridge taking about a week. On '''''7 Frost''''' we note a large queerly rigged ship wrecked on a hill, about 90 feet long ( we are about 200 miles inland). A skeleton crew is noted on deck, and 4 angry minds inside....
	There is elvish script on the side - which none of us can read. There is a large breach in the side with the lower deck exposed.		There is elvish script on the side - which none of us can read. There is a large breach in the side with the lower deck exposed.

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	His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my ~~styleâ€¦~~ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty ~~Mindâ€¦short~~ for "Empty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.		His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my style... however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mind...short for "Empty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.

	The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.		The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.

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	His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for ~~â€œEmpty~~ Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.		His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for "Empty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.

	The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.		The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.

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	His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for â€œEmpty Mind Breeds ~~Hereseyâ€~~ and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.		His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for â€œEmpty Mind Breeds Heresey" and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.

	The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.		The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.

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	Dear Readers,		Dear Readers,
	The fact is Sammael choose me as a follower when I was a Orc and, after going through the True		The fact is Sammael choose me as a follower when I was a Orc and, after going through the True
	Form Ritual, I am still an Orc. I wear ~~Sammaelâ€™s~~ holy symbol and I am a caretaker of a holy sword		Form Ritual, I am still an Orc. I wear Sammael's holy symbol and I am a caretaker of a holy sword
	which has been blessed by sammaelite priests. So ~~Mungoâ€™s~~ idea that Sammael agrees that all ~~Orcâ€™s~~		which has been blessed by sammaelite priests. So Mungo's idea that Sammael agrees that all Orc's
	are evil is untrue. I believe what has actually transpired was a test of my resolve, a test of		are evil is untrue. I believe what has actually transpired was a test of my resolve, a test of
	temptation. Cause if one can not be true to ~~oneâ€™s~~ self then how can they light the way for others.		temptation. Cause if one can not be true to one's self then how can they light the way for others.

	Quentin Ulysses Ash		Quentin Ulysses Ash

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	His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture ~~â€“~~ however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for â€œEmpty Mind Breeds Hereseyâ€ and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.		His jaw is elegantly square with a cleft framed by perfectly set wavy blond hair that is never mussed. His brow noble & his eyes clear blue. You get the picture – however he is no milk sop or habituÃ© of molly-houses as the thick muscle on his fore-arm and worn sword hilt attest. Praising the look of men is not my styleâ€¦ however if I admit freely that if he & I were sat on stools vying for the attention of the same bar wench, even after I regaled her with my most daring tale & despite his terminal blushing, inability to meet her eye and that he would be muttering prayers into his cup of fresh squeezed prune juice, he would have the edge. .. His name is Brother Empty Mindâ€¦short for â€œEmpty Mind Breeds Hereseyâ€ and he is accompanied by 5 men at arms & a gross misshapen hunch-back creature - a "witch sniffer" - who doesn't much like the look of Boris, Noble Quentin, Ignis, or Horton - being either mages, and or orcs, and or a necromancer... Poppy & I, non-spellcasters, seem to pass muster...Quentin maintains a stiff upper set of fangs at this affront.

	The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.		The Witch-sniffer informed us that Lady Rebecca is not a witch... which since almost everyone else in his eyes is, must be unequivocal advice.

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	Employer - Baroness Longford of Longford on Barratry		[[Category:William]]
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	== Summary ==		== Summary ==