This Friday

She was sleeping, that much she was sure of, but her surroundings were so real that it was hard to keep that in mind. The grand hall she was in was ostentatious. All the statues were gilded and the chandeliers were what she could tell were blood rubies and star diamonds. The table itself was sable-wood with a chilling carved inlay highlighted with a ruby/garnet dust mix in order to give the appearance that the table was bleeding. Despight the light in the room, shadows and darkness lurked in the area. Its center piece was a gristly collage of a dragon’s head with other heads impaled on the teeth and horns.

A dread worked through her when she saw this, but she felt compelled to look closer. Sure enough it was the exact piece that she herself had put together years ago, in another nightmare. The second she made this realization prompted Corax’s persistent head to start some incomprehensible chattering.

Days had gone by, at least she thought so. It was so hard to tell in this crypt of a prison. Damn those Imperium scum, if only they hadn’t been so astute. Now she was stuck her in the cold dank confines of this hell, with not so much as a trickle of her mental powers to aid her. She had started to lose track of time already, periods of sleep and wakefulness ran together in a confused jumble. She didn’t know what was to happen, and that was the worst.

Frost coated his beard, cold stung his lungs as he inhaled. The sounds of the steady rowing created a beat, Stroke two three stroke two three; Accompanied by the rhythm of breath from the grimed faced men and women that were to be his crew, hhssshhhh hheeehhh hhssshhh heeehhh. The music would have been calming, but this was not a night for calm. Instead the sound was that of a dirge that even their victems would never hear.

It was posted by another person that sometimes color text on plain background is hard to read, I’m putting it to you guys my players.

There was a make up game on sunday. All but 1 player showed up. To to the divided nature of the party there will be a general post and links to subsididary posts. The main post will cover the Spotlight group, while the subsequent links will cover the satalite groups. The decision for Primary and satalite groups are arbitary and are made for story reasons, but I will try and give each group some main time.
More to come

They all sat at the table as Sareth laid out her plan. Some with mixed emotions; others with emotions worn as a shield. She decided to take an advance party back to Nuelm, then proceed to the Emerald Isles to meet back up with the rest of the party. She had done some research, finding that the Embassy had all of their mages recalled due to the war. They were left with the choice of travelling by land or having a mage come to them.

“I will not feel comfortable until he is back in Nuelm under protective custody.” She finished her proposal with just a hint of exasberation, slowly sipping on her drink once done.

“I would much prefer the group to stay together but if this is what you want, we will do it.”

The upcoming few weeks may be hecknick. The hurricanes and offshoot storms have made it likely that I will be deployed untill the seasons end. Forgive my tardiness on this already as I have just gotten back from LA. Players try and be flexible.

All but one of the party showed lastnight, again due to illness.

Everyone gathred at the table for their mid meal, their time between meeting with the elders of Autenburg and now was spent in various ways trying to glean information about this “test” that Mesinplas was to take. They found out very little, most people haven’t even seen or knew of a person that had taken one of these tests. There where rumors galore but no actual information. They sat and ruminated on this.

All but two of the players showed friday; one due to illness the other to work. This worked out as the session was filled with travel and some store RP.

They all woke in the long house, the cold finaly starting to lift from their bodies. Suposidly it was morning, hard to tell when there is only four hours of daylight. They began to take stock of their surroundings. The house was long and wide ample room for a small village to all live in here.

All but a few of the players were present at the game on Friday.

The party began their trip to the Frozen Wastes on a very cold first day of Movianable, despite the cold, it was a nice day to be riding. It was quite different walking in the ankle deep powder, and having to keep somthing over your face to keep the air from freezing your breath. It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago it was still warm enough for some birds.

From here on there will be a link for Character journals, somthing I stole from Homeland. They do not exsist in the prievious Log posts due to catching up. The Game master is not responsible for editing any content in these journals, they are the avenue of the player that bleongs to that character.

Three of my players didn’t show up for various reasons so the main portion of the camaign was put on hold.

Training for artic survival, running a millitary unit, wasn’t what they had expected. It drew on their every reserve to get it done. The cold even short exposures sapped their energy, forcing them to dig in for reserves just to deal with mundane matters of life. It was definantly getting to them all.

Which is why Sareth, and Cherry decided to take a break and go on the town. They grabed Qalla, A former Imperium valet liberated on their oh so recent trip, and Mesinplas. Where to go though that was the question.