A Brotherhood Reborn

A Foe from the past


A Foe from the past. After the mishap with Roy the gang gets back together at the Pumpkin. Ollie tells them about the wanted poster she found, in the hopes it could bring in some money. Flint didn’t care about the money though. The wanted poster was none other than James Cray, the psychopath that murdered Kiyara. From that point on Flint went on a war path trying to find out any and all info about James. After checking by the guard precinct, which wasn’t very helpful. They dropped by the crows den in old town, just in time to see Lorien firing the current captain of this city and disposing of some traitors. They found out all of James’ crime scenes had sawdust at them. Victor was able to further help them by telling them of an old abandoned saw mill on the road to Miradin. The gang all bought horses and headed out. it wasn’t long before they found the mill, and James. Some insults were thrown around, mostly at Flint, before James had all of his men try to kill the gang. The flesh golem, Butch, gave the crew some trouble downing half the party, but as soon as he fell James went through his trap door and escaped.Flint was rather upset with this, but there’s always next time.

Olivia's Journal - Aestra 20 1282

I awoke in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat. Since I began down this path, I have often been plagued by nightmares and all sorts of terrible dreams; tonight was different. I did not relive the harrowing night my life changed, nor did I envision my companions being cut down by the traitorous Lysander. No, it was something altogether new and not quite as nightmarish as before.

I saw my father atop a white warhorse. He was younger then, his hair billowing like pale wheat in a warm summer breeze. He wore glistening white armor with the double-headed eagle emblazoned on his chest piece. There was fighting all around—bodies forming the banks of a river of blood. Father called out to his men in Elvish. They rallied around him in perfect formation, their weapons drawn. Some were injured but they all stood by his side. His crown glistened in the fading sunlight as stars in the night.

Father drew his blade—a beautiful blade, black until the light hit it; it reflected blue and purple, and seemed to sparkle when the fading sunlight hit it in just the right spots. The hilt was gold and heavily decorated. It was perhaps the most beautiful sword I have ever seen.


I blinked and I was somewhere else, far away from battle. A temple. It was massive in scale, and heavily adorned with gold and silver. From the architecture, I assumed it was an Elvish temple, but I didn’t recognize the god it was consecrated to. Two statues flanked a white marble altar bathed in radiant light. The temple was silent but it wasn’t empty; a young man stood before the statues. I didn’t recognize him, but he had the same golden hair and violet eyes as I do.

He knelt before the pedestal and began to speak. I could barely understand him. It was Elvish, but not any dialect I had ever heard before. He pulled a sword from his scabbard—as dark as the night sky with a hilt of gold. The same sword from before, except it wasn’t reflecting anything—only blackness.

He finished speaking and placed the sword upon the altar. The sword began to levitate and suddenly it was dressed in holy light, as though it was absorbing the energy from the altar. It glistened purple and blue and sparkled like the stars.

The elf stood and reached out for the sword. The second his hand grasped the hit, I awoke. A word echoed in my head. Not a voice, but an image. The sword. Ilmarë.

I must find this sword. It is calling out to me; it wants me to wield it!

I know how silly that must sound. Swords do not have a will of their own. They cannot transmit visions and dreams…yet I know it to be true.

I must keep this secret. My companions would surely thing I was touched in the head if I told them the truth. I would not blame them. I have questioned my sanity over and over on this night, but something in my heart of hearts tells me it is true. Something greater than myself compels me forward on this mission. I can only hope this is not another trap, set for me by my enemies.

Until we meet again,


Trust no one

Trust no one. Our heroes met up with Epsil again after a week in the brand new Smashing Pumpkin. Flint has been handing out fliers none stop to promote the bar. The rest of the party over heard a man arguing with an Arcadian soldier. the gang talked to the guy and found out he was part of a group of freedom fighters. The gang helped them steal supplies from the Arcadian outpost right outside of town. Which granted them a trip to their secret lair. Epsil tried his hand against the champ in the fighting pit. While Ollie tried to learn more about their leader, Roy. This mistrust in the group turned out to be the right call as they were more terrorist than freedom fighters. Roy and his men kidnapped a Councilman. With the help of Milo the gang was able to rescue the councilman, however Roy escaped.

Algasi at last


Algasi at last. The heroes make port in Old-Town and are quickly reminded of the expenses associated with the big city. After paying entrance fees, the heroes are escorted to the adventurer’s guild to apply for adventuring permits, rather than willingly give up their arms. After one really bad job and one really good lie, the heroes are granted free access to Old-Town, though crossing the river will still cost them more money as non-citizens. The party witnesses the mass execution of 35 rebel soldiers in the town square, and hurry along to Victor’s estate, where Milo helps grant them entrance.

Victor is overwhelmed to see the rumors are true, and a Martel still lives. He promises to help the group any way he can, though he must put the needs of his citizens first. He promises to look into information about Zakathra’s missing general and also recruits a real estate agent to help Flint, Sam, and Grog find the perfect place to open their BB&B (Brewery, Bed, and Breakfast). Victor also gives everyone proper papers, so they can traverse the city under his patronage—as his guests.

Olivia hopes to find out who the mysterious letter was from, and went to the meeting place specified on the note. It turns out it was an ambush all along. Rylof tears open a pocket dimension and sets about trying to recapture the party. Just in the nick of time, Vex arrives and rescues the party with her powerful magic.

After being unconscious for several days, the gang awakens in Victor’s estate. They arrange lodgings for their friends and Flint takes out a loan in order to afford his dream tavern. The party hands out fliers for Aquilarius’ Amazing Antiques and Artifices. Illivan gets himself into trouble by littering, using magic, and littering some more. After breaking several laws, Illivan becomes wanted on a local level, adding to the heat. Now with the town guard—and THREE Judges—on the lookout, the party needs to be careful, lest their new alliances fall through.

Later, at the Festival of Life, Illivan and Zakathra’s relationship took a sharp turn for the better. Olivia, Kaine, and Rex enjoyed their “triple-date”, which ended in Rex getting his highly sought-after kiss, and Flint enjoyed the festival happily alone. The party wrote their deepest desires on scraps of paper, set them inside paper lanterns and let them catch fire, offering up their greatest hopes to Ultima.

The Smashing Pumpkin's Menu
Executive Chef Sam


Venison Sausage with Potato Biscuits and Fried Potato Hash

Three Pancakes Served with Butter and your choice of Strawberry, Blueberry, or Plum Jam

Potato Biscuits with Pepper and Cream Gravy

Dried Apples & Plums with Mixed Nuts Candied in Honey


Honey-Glazed Jam Twists
Strawberry, Blueberry, & Plum Jam Flavors

Honey Glazed Hazelnut Tarts
Chopped Hazelnuts Candied in Honey

Blueberry Scones

Plum & Cider Scones

Strawberry & Cream Scones

Honey-oat Bread with Hazelnuts
Served by the Loaf or as Toast with Butter & Strawberry, Blueberry, or Plum Jam


Shrimp Chowder
Shrimp, Celery, Potatoes, & Hot-Pepper Flakes in a Cream Sauce

Tomato Soup
Tomato Purée with Roasted Garlic and Cream

Chicken & Dumplings
Dumplings, Shredded Chicken, Onions, and Carrots in Barley Broth


Chicken Pastry
Chicken with Mushrooms and a Turnip & Parsley Purée

Venison Pastry
Venison with Potatoes and a Brown, Ale Gravy

Mushroom Pastry
Mushrooms with Leeks and Aged Cheddar

Pyro Shrimp Roll
Grilled Shrimp Tossed in Hotsauce with Carrot Slaw in a Spicy, Hot-Pepper Roll

Grilled Cheese
Melted, Aged Cheddar with Shredded Chicken Between Slices of Cheddar-Chive Bread

Fried Cod
Ale-Battered Cod that is Fried and Served with a Baked Potato

Chicken & Vegetables
Roasted Chicken in a Leak & Rosemary Gravy Served with Turnips and Carrots

Venison Steak
Salt & Hot-Pepper Flake Crusted Venison that is Grilled and Served with Mashed Potatoes & Brown, Ale Gravy


Baked Apples
Stuffed with Candied Hazelnuts or Blueberries & Honey

Apple & Plum Pie

Strawberry & Rhubarb Pie

Strawberry Surprise


Grog’s Smashing Ale

Pumpkin Beer

Adventurer’s Demise
A mixed drink with a surprise at the end

Apple Cider

Hot Tea

Port Regal


An unexpected stop. On the way to Algasi our party encountered a large dreadnought class ship with a city on it. Nami quickly explained this was Port Regal, a large mobile city primarily used by outlaws and pirates. They stopped in for two days and managed to sell some hot items as well as pick up a few. They also ran into a strange but rather charming magician by the name of Milo the Magnificent. They also solved a murder case for the locals as bounty hunting is illegal in Port Regal. They caught a Kenku by the name of Edge who claimed to be the world’s greatest assassin. LOL. right. They collected the reward and now they’re on their way to Algasi.

Against all odds


Against all odds. The gang made their way to a volcano. they found the things they were tracking were kobolds. after several hours making their way through the volcano the discovered many things such as weird fire creatures that had tablets with vague writing on them. they later found out it was part of a logic puzzle. they also fought a fire elemental in the center of the temple. However none of that compared to the final trial they were to endure. They found all of the prisoners tied to stalagmites, all of the kobolds were gathered in this room chanting the same thing over and over again NEANDRIX. The party fought Neandrix which turned out to be a red dragon. the battle was long and grueling, hope seemed lost as party members started dropping, but at the last moment Illivan with the blessing of Andromalek struck the killing blow bringing the beast down. They also found out the Dragon was guarding the arc fire stone. What will they do next?

One Red Thread...
Olivia's Journal

1st Day of Aestra – 1282

The one month anniversary of my family’s passing came and went without notice. It was most likely for the best…I spent the evening by myself, lost in introspection and overwhelmed by grief. My claims of sea-sickness weren’t entirely false. The alone time was simply a benefit.

The nightmares have increased in frequency and intensity. Before I would have them once or twice a week. They would bring with them a distant, ethereal pain, more akin to yearning than grief; now, however, they come every night. They are much more vivid, as though I am reliving the moment of my brother’s murder over and over. But they don’t all concern the past. Many of them read like visions a future I pray never comes to pass.

When I awake from these dreams, I do so covered in a cold sweat. I wake unable to breath, gasping and sobbing until I become physically ill. Even the clothes I bought in Azmin fit too loosely on my frame. By my estimations, I have already lost nearly twenty pounds. I fear I am wasting away, driven by my sickness and nonexistent appetite.

If things continue to get worse, I will be forced to disclose my condition. When that happens, I will most likely go to Kaine. My trust in him is absolute. I cannot imagine telling anyone else aboard this ship. What would they think of me? Olivia Martel—Duchess of Ravinia—brought to her knees by a few bad dreams. I can only imagine the scorn. They see me as weak; I cannot let anything—affliction of the body or otherwise—worsen my already abysmal image. I cannot lose the minuscule amount of respect I am afforded.

I wish Faínor were here. He would know what to say…he was always an inspiring leader. Just being in the same room as him made your heart swell with courage and pride. Everything from his stature to his manner of speaking commanded respect. He should be the one here today…not me.

Nonetheless, it is me. I am the sole inheritor of House Martel and the lands of Ravinia. It seems so much like a cruel joke. I was never meant to rule. Faínor was the Heir, Corrin was the General. Sylvana was the Ambassador. Me? I was the embarrassment. The trouble-maker. I would do anything to take it all back, to study harder or train more. I would give anything to hug my brothers one last time…

As I write this, I feel a resolve unlike any other, pushing back against my overflowing self-doubt. It tells me to make my family proud. It whispers that I must train harder and watch my words with great care, knowing the dangerous game I am soon to embark on. If I have any hope of reclaiming my titles, I must garner respect like Faínor once did. I must command armies with the enthusiasm and confidence of Corrin. And I must learn to speak with all the easy elegance of Sylvana. Without their lessons, there is no hope for me.

How can I inspire thousands to our cause when I cannot even gain the respect of my friends?

They do not understand the weight I bear. They do not understand the depths of my pain. They cannot. I am a noble of Arcadia—that does not just mean I live in a manor and plan balls all day. I have responsibilities to the common people far beyond what any ordinary citizen could understand.

I remember my grand-father’s execution, though I was just a child when it happened. In public, Father called him a foolhardy idealist; behind closed doors, he told me that he died to spare the people of Ravinia from the King’s wrath. Archades had an army amassed at the border. Had my grand-father not relented and given himself up, Ravinia would have gone to war and countless innocents would have died.

That is what it means to be a noble. It means making sacrifices so others do not have to. It means putting the needs of your people beyond your own. It means taking the fall to spare others punishment. It is a weight every noble must bear and it is one they must do alone. Like my father and his father before him, I, too, will bear that weight. It is why I took the Arch Stone. It is my sworn duty to the people of Ravinia to keep them safe and if anything should go wrong—if the Stone should be lost—it should be my price to pay. That is not their responsibility.

In Azmin, I was overwhelmed by grief. I let it consume me. I did not consider the impact of my words and actions and—shamefully—I did not act the part of a Noblewoman. Now, that part of me is gone, drowned forever in sorrow and despair. The second we landed in Mara, I realized I had to change. My melancholy was replaced with a white-hot rage, threatening to boil over. How frustrating—to be home and not be strong enough to right any of the wrongs here. I failed the people of Mara. I cannot fail again. I will do whatever it takes to become more powerful.

As I write this, the crew is celebrating our victory over the magnificent dragon of the volcano. I see no cause for celebration. Dragons are child’s play compared to what we are to face in the coming months. If we have any hope of accomplishing our goals, we must become stronger. I must become stronger.

No one else will die due to my weakness.

I Need to Get These Thoughts on Paper So They Stop Buzzing Around in My Brain

Lucina left in the middle of the night when we were back in Mara. She left without a word… I can’t say I blame her, those twins have had me wrapped around their finger ever since they’ve exploded into my life. I’m in over my head with their powers over me, and I hurt her because of it… She is better off not getting mixed up in our lives, we seem to always be either on the precipice of chaos or we’re drowning in it. Not that I’m shocked by that fact, and it makes life so much more vivid so I’m thankful. For the longest time I was just seeing life in such muted and bleak tones, and it used to be so easy to feel numb. Now I feel like everything is so vibrant, that the light makes my eyes ache. I just take that as proof that I can feel again.

More has happened in my life here in Arcadia than it ever has in Frostfall, even though Frostfall is where my life has pivoted until things came crashing down around my ears. Now my life seems to have oriented itself around the moment I met Olivia, Illivan and Kaine in that cell, and then hours later Zakathera… One could also argue it was when we all met Andromalek. One moment my greatest concern was of settling down and starting a family, and then a year and two months later I’m a wanted man in two countries, and I’m off sailing on a ship with pirates and slaying dragons in volcanoes! Andromalek is a God full of surprises. Pledging my life to him was an impulsive decision, but quite honestly I think He has done so much more good and bad for me than I probably even realize. He stole away my excuses to just let myself rot away from the inside, and now He is thrusting me into situations I couldn’t have even dreamed I was capable of surviving through until after I have done so.

One month I have nothing to live for, and then the next my life is busting at the seams with possibilities, with danger, with hope, with riches, with intrigue… And with power. As these events blast their way through my life I seem to keep learning more and more about my magical abilities, too. My skill was low and I wasn’t as sensitive to it, but now I feel this dormant power inside myself that I’m just now starting to be able to tap into. Feeling my abilities surge through my veins as I unleash a powerful spell is more addictive than adrenaline! I keep playing with new arcane concepts when I can, and I keep running into so many possibilities I didn’t even bother dwelling on before. I can’t help but feel mad at myself for not exploring these skills. At the time I was more focused on getting along with the people of the towns I visited, but now I just look at all those years and see all that time I wasted. I can’t help but feel excited and motivated by my life, despite everything. The pain of losing Her can never go away, but it seems like I’ve become strong enough to start living, just in time for my life to start coming alive.

On the run

On the run again. The gang managed to re-enter the factory only to encounter no one. after some searching around they find Dr. Shinra working in his office. He puts everyone in a trance and a battle ensues. Ollie challenged the Dr. to a duel. She lost. after forcing the Dr. to retreat Leo flooded the factory. Long story short the group gained renown in Mara. Which didn’t last long Damian informed the group an old friend had fixed his airship and would be here any moment. so the group departed. the stumbles onto an island with a volcano short on supplies and currently on the run they set up camp on the beach. Nami sent out a scouting party which never returned. being the heroes our party is they set off after the scouting party and tracked something to the entrance of the volcano. What will happen next.


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