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D&D:Hagara

This is where i will keep logs of each session, just as reminders to what has happened, and also for some entertainment. I am also including things like songs the bard comes up with, and other such things.

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Pre-session dialog

1) The lay of Arial
2) Sadly talks the Blackbird

List of Songs

               The Librarian Loft:
          Tales of Hagaran Adventure
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		Song:The lay of Arial It had been chanter from the morn, to the dusk That the Queen of the elves is wholesome and Just That her voice when she sings, brings dawn to the sky And her commands, worth obeying, not betraying For want of her love. Her people are the fair people who live in the trees The trees that breathes life into the air At the center there lies one tree that is more fairer Than majestic mountains, or the Emerald hued seas Its, raiment, tis it made of gold and its leafage the purest of pure Silver shinning in moonlight From the Golden tree does Arial, reign Holding sway over forest, river, and plain From the Shadows of birithsarn to the Wide plains of nethril, and down the River Noth To its head waters near Huilidor Our lady of pease reigns Most wholesome and Just Song: Sadly talks the blackbird Sadly talks the blackbird here Where lately fell arial And yonder see the weeping of the doe Oh, whither thou the happy days have gone To sew join in the hearts of some other peoples kin For the blackbirds sing from by the river Floweing res with noble blood That the white king llurielwyd hath shed Fallen in defense of hearth, and hold And the children of his kith, and kin Who flew for yonder hearths in the haven of Ilthlorien Thy heart, O blackbird, burnt within At the deeds of the barbarian nethrim Who recklessly ran afoul your next And toor from you your youth, and egg And dashed your nest upon the ground Across its edge now neetles grow And lo, across the Ladies brow have Those thorns made for her a crown Growing from the blood of taurenem And look there by the Tivers edge the snow white standard of poor King Llurielwyd Lies in tatters tainted crimson red, And this lay I write for the fall of the light in the land of Taurenem Now shadowed by the blood of the Fair skinned And mother smiled on last smile And kissed one last kiss When with her last breathe she slow Nurag of Hulark, Blooded spawn of The black anglarngi Who rose from the plains in ages past to Wreak great havoc on the Old king Uliath And this the Forest fell form light into the shadow, And earned the name Arialwaith. Until again some son of Taurenem brings us up from shadows into light again.

	Edner's Great plan You have heard from your earliest years that great riches travel between the sister cities of Arton, and Hodor. You decided that you were going to try to to trick one of them caravans out of all there goods. You come up with a plan to get an accomplice of yours to pre-tend to be a guard in Hodor about a mile out of town. All you have to do is get a wheel of one of the wagons to break an hour out of town, and be sure all the spares are gone. Then your accomplice will coem with 5 men, all dressed in the guards armor (it's real, they plan to rob the armory) and tell you that you'll guard there goods until they get back. You must tell the people on the caravan horror stories about travel and people getting murders on your way there, so they take all there guards for protection. Your accomplice is bringing 10 extra horses (he assumes theyw ill take theres) and 4 extra axles and 8 wheels. That is the plan. So you go down to the guard house, glad that you arn't a wanted man in this town, yet! You ask them when the next caravan to hodor is, because your heading that direction. You find out the next one isn't for a few days. You hand aorund picking pockets for a few days, but you gamble it all away, or spend it on whores. A few days latter you leave with the carvan. Your to drunk to remember your first days travel. You wake up the enxt morning on a road in the plainds heading for the mountains. during your traveling to hodor you go into some mountains, and then follow a lake in the mountains. You then follow a river that starts at the lake. You come out into a plain. A few hours latter you stop following the river, and start following a road. On your left aobut 100 feet looks to be a woods that was cut back. On your right there seams to be a never ending plain. Out of no where arrows start wizzing by you. You notice the guard 5 feet from you fall dead from 7 arrows before he hits the ground. You decide to run, along wiht all the other people from the caravan. While running, the ground gives way benieth you, and you seam to be falling. Your caught by complete surprise, and fall down through a small hole. You look around, the hole looks about 12 feet deep, and 40 feet wide. (take 1d6 sub-dual damage from the fall). Kiowen the follower! Kiowen blindly follows kai to the city of arton, where kai is to be the guard of a caravan. You guys get there just in time, and are off not an hour latter to the city of Hodor. You guys go for a few days by road, then hit the mountains, you then come to a lake in the mountains which you follow. you followed a river that started at the lake out into the plains. A few hours after you get into the plains, you go break off, and start following a road. On the left about a 100 feet out is a forest, looks like it was cut back. to your right is the ever flat plains. As your walking along talkign to kai all the sudden you here a bunch of twangs, and kai shoves you away form him, 13 arrows hit him, but only 5 make it threw his armor. He tells you to run, and then falls to his knee's and goes face first into the ground. You listen, and run, run away, your lfee intot he plains. Your fleeing, then all the sudden the gorund gives beneith you, and your falling.....

Looking back on the shaded woods of my hearth forest, I felt the twinges of homesickness setting in. Though it was no more that a dark patch of green, and emerald hues on the horizon it felt so familiar, so warm, and the mountains so desolate, and a loathsome place. In the first nights after entering the Bleekstep Mountains the sound of the wolves, and the cold moad of the wind put such fright in me that i could not sleep. Turning towards the jagges grey peaks i wonder what the world will bring once on the other side. Cities for one thing. I wonder what its like to live inside such vast and treeless places. yesterday i came across a band of wondering stoutkin, who gave me a guide into the mountain passes. I seem to have found a someone close friendship with the usually stand offish stoutkin, Helegar son of haldad. late in the night he tells wondrous tales of creatures and lore of the birithsarn and of the lost lands of the Dwarves. Today we, helegA>>r, and I must climb through the lost mans pass, and over the Ice bridges before a camping site will avail itselp for the usage. Again i find myself looking backwards toward my home, and wondering how Illyarithil, and Neyal fare. Still playing tricks i would assume. Tomorrow, HelegA>>R says, we shall reach the flatland fiets of the artonese lords and perhaps I shall catch my first glimpse of civilization. Tomorrow came and went. Thanks to the severity of the wheather we have had to camp a few days more than was our want. HelegA>>r, I found, becomes more rakish when his finely woven beard is wet. But finally we two companions entered through the gates of the mighty city of arton, and I had my first glimpse of the horro that is a City. It is filth which met my eyes when first I looked on the cobbles streets, and the foul stench of man, and urine, and even more unwholesome things. And here and their I saw a tree, sikly, and unjestly kempt. I was indeed thankful fo the aid of HelegA>>r, and doubly so when some cut puse tried off wiht my puch. We eventually came to the Inn of the Wandering Star, a small place whose owner Halegur knew and spoke of warmly. Two days later I was still at the inn, and Helegur on his way back into the mountains. I was suffering form a lack of sleep, the nightmares of my didter in pain coming over and over again when the caravan master of a group heading to Hodor swaggered ina nd came tot he bar. I know not what it was that told me that here was the person by which I might find my sister, but i knew that he was the one who could help. He was a ruff tumble type of the human variety, smelly and non to friendly with the patrons of the inn. Observing him i could tell that he was a lustful man, hungrily his eyes looked over the Inns maids almost a seditious glee. What a wonderful man to put my faith in, but thinking these thoughts wasn't going to help so i tucked them away and tried to walk in the casual city swagger that i had seen him use. I felt weird walking differntly that my usual forest glide, I began to feel foolish, and half though to walk away, but I had already cough the mans eye. An hour alter all had been arranged I was to meet the man, whose name I had learned was Elathan Poole, at the west gate of the city to be equipped for long trek toward Hodor, and then he left with one of the maids under his arms. I gathered my stuff, left a letter for Helegur with the Innkeeper and closed my eyes, sleep came easy for me now that i was doing somehting to find my sister. I awoke with the dawn, and headed for the west gate. Where I met Elathen, and the Head Merchant Duggol Darkrider, a hairy gnome of a larger height than the norm. We fitted me up with new rations and a new edge to my sword, and then we were on the road with dust in our faces, and the warmth of the sun beating down. i rode side Elathan as he told me tales of the cities and taverns, and strange places he had been. And tales of his exploits across the sea, and his smuggling the good Elven Tobacco downt he river Noth. Of his arduous traipsing over the nethril plains, and his encounters with nethrim. Of the far of eastern seas, and the spice cities that dot it's coast. And I was awestruck by the bounty of his tales. I shared wiht him the legends of my people, the Songs that Durian wrote, and sung some lores of my ow. And thus we made our way into river basin. And it was near here that Elathanbecame wary out in front of us the Greater mountains of the Bleekstep came crawling into view. Then i sensed it, a menacing presence somewhere ahead. To late, for arrows filled the sky like the coulds with there number. Elathan jumped from the wagon, and unhitched two horses, for us each While not familiar with saddles i tried the steed, and held to it for a bit but fell. Elathan and the others kept going in the direction of the river. But i was too scarred to worry if they would make it, and began to run then the ground opened and darkness....

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