The Chronicles of GrimmGale & Co.

Confused Thoughts, New Purpose
Auraus Kal’tha’mar sat on top of the small hill just outside the town that the company had stopped at. His face exposed to the winds and air, and his blade bared sitting across his knees. He was contemplating recent events. And more importantly his most recent actions. The made little sense to him what he had done. He did not disagree with what he had done, but Auraus thought that it was out of character to himself. First was the encounter at the cabin with the Darkcreepers and Stalkers. He had held the door against all for some time. And then there was the inn that The Company had stayed at the previous night he had once again went right into battle with a creature that could very well have killed him. Until these two encounters, and the dungeon where The Company recovered the Banner of the General, Auraus had always stuck to the back of battle healing, and supporting as he could. It almost felt like a madness or rage was starting to overcome him slowly. He had always felt the winds flowing through and around him, but of late the seemed to have been far more agitated, wiping into small dust devils and gusts out of nowhere.

Something else was disturbing Auraus as well. Whenever he tried to contemplate this situation, there was the sensation that something was just out of reach, a memory, a vision, something just that was just on the edges of his thoughts. It always seemed that the winds were keeping it from him for some reason. He could not figured it out.

He shook his head and stood up, from his position, sheathed his blade and headed back to the town.

Now he thought of simpler thought, or so it seemed, but in someways just as confusing. Despite everything he could stop thinking of Tud and Nicola. Auraus hoped that she was alright and that the monsters had followed the The Company as Grim and Gale thought they might. He had heard of relatives, distant ones, that had relationships with humans. It always seemed to be a sad story, the elf outliving and seeing their partner dieing, often outliving the children as well. This was one of the reasons that he had tried to keep his distance from Nicola. But when g was not in danger, they where not helping someone, some of his thoughts were always with her.

I will write her, he thought, sending the message from the next town.

No wait, he thought. _Maybe this is just a passing thing for her, humans do have short lives and they move so fast. _

Now more confused then ever about himself and what was going on, he entered the town.

One thing I can do, is to do my best to make sure that these devils that are coming never hurt her or the town of Tud_. Nodding his head to himself he thought , if i have to give into this madness to protect her and this world then I shall. _

New purpose in his step, and posture Auraus Kal’tha’mar rededicated himself the the gods of wind and air, even if they were Gods of Storms.

Journal 04

We head for Has, with all speed in hopes of finding the gate. Eridu of Bulvidu will have trusted riders or pigeons to carry word back to Fuwido. We stayed one night in the Tud bought horses and supplies and began traveling south at great hast. I have begun working with the horses of my companions, some seem down trodden and I am hopping better care may bring some spring back to their step, training has never hurt anyone, and if we are to make to it Has and back within 90 days, we will need these mounts to be at their finest.

I am a fool. We were attacked by another Devil at a wayside inn. I believe them to be following the banner that Master Grimm has. I don’t know why he hasn’t bothered to destroy it yet, but wizards can be obsessive about their magic’s. Jermailyn AKalakar clearly noted something suspicious of the devil whilst disguised; I ignored her in my haste. I had the ability to detect if the creature was evil or not, I didn’t because of my haste. And for my curtness and hurry I caused a man’s stable to be burnt down and put my entire party at risk. On the road we were mounted, armored and ready. Instead I allowed the beast to attack us at night, off guard and weakened in a public area. I am a fool and Ra knows it, thankfully he has been gracious enough to allow me to make amends. I paid the Inn keep to rebuild his barn, I have healed the horses that were injured, next come the hardest task, apologizing to Jermaylyn. I doubt she will let me off easy, but such is the punishment I deserve.

The only happy not in all of this is that dear sweet Yasmin has agreed to travel and aid us in the quest. She is a poor horsemen but I did enjoy the ride we took together in Korovden. She gives me great hope in dark times, and takes much of the weight of worry from my chest, for that alone I will be forever grateful.

In my own hand

Weston Gale

A Paladin in Shining Armour


By Yasmin Sybella Fell

In this world full of hurt and pain,
I need someone who would help me through the rain.
To comfort me when I’m sad,
Doing everything just to make me glad.

In this world I need a Brave Knight,
Who would never give up any fight.
A knight who would dry away my tears,
Telling me to overcome my fears.

A knight who loves me for who I am inside,
With him there’s nothing more I need to hide.
A person who will still be standing strong,
Even though everything has gone wrong.

I need someone who is willing to give me more,
Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armour.

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Jermailynsat quietly in a corner, outwardly calm. Inside, however, terror and rage churned. The arrival of her worst nightmares in full flesh – a hellish legion of merciless devils, led by a generalof both ability and monstrous evil. Gwaihirleaned against her cheek, feathers slicked down with fear of his own, both seeking and offering comfort.
“Oh Gwai, we are so screwed,” she muttered. A simple job, fleecing suckers that had obligingly presented themselves, gone completely pear-shaped once again. Master Frone was entirely correct – stay away from paladins, they’re trouble on two legs. No matter how tempting…and Yasmin! Her formerly reliable traveling companion seemed to have entirely lost her mind, heart, gonads, whatever, to a set of mighty thews and a pretty face.
The smart thing to do of course, would be to put as many leagues as possible between herself and the gate. However, not knowing the exact location of said gate made that somewhat problematical. And frankly, she admitted to herself, if she was smarter she wouldn’t be in this situation with all of its horrific potential.
“We mustn’t be caught again Gwai,” she whispered. “SHE won’t be fooled twice. Now they know we’re together, we’d never escape. We’ve just been damn lucky, that imp must’ve been trapped awhile. He doesn’t know who we are, or that SHE wants us.” Gwaihir burbled anxiously. His fear and agreement came through their link clearly, along with his love and support for whatever she might decide.
Jermailyn’s breathing slowed as she fought for calm and clarity. Panic kills – this she knew, and a bitter lesson it had been. General Shokar must return, but the legion of devils could be stopped. If the devils weren’t stopped, there would be nowhere to hide.
She forced herself to think about her companions. This was an effort for someone used to relying on only herself. Yasmin, though currently displaying all the signs of someone blindly infatuated, was surprisingly useful in a fight. Sir Gale would certainly be someone she could count on, since his towering nobility would insist on protecting her from the forces of evil. Especially if he thought it would impress Yasmin. Masters Grimmand Kay’tha’mar were perhaps less easily manipulated, but both were quite handy to have around.
Maybe, just maybe, if the party remained intact and went after the gate, they’d have a chance. A tiny, infinitesimal chance, but better than none at all. And Jermailynhad escaped Hell itself on just such a chance…

Journal 3.5

Devils, Damned Hell Spawn Devils will rise up and destroy the earth!

That is the legacy of this Shokar, and now we stand at a cross roads of how to best stop the menacing hoard.

The prophecies say he will return and it cannot be stopped only mitigated… I don’t by it. RA didn’t not pre weave the fates, the future is fluid, and I will not allow this to come to pass.

We now have to decide on which road to take

1) Hags to the east that must be destroyed or his power will be fuller
2) Military School is to the west, an army at our sides would be useful indeed when meeting a hoard of devils
3) Library to the north west, it will be hard to stop the devils if we cannot find the gate, the information we need is there
4) the crystal that powers the gate, this cannot be allowed to fall into enemy hands.

I have not conferred yet with my party, but we will need to move quickly indeed if we are to achieve these missions by any measure. Our time in Tud will be brief, long enough to destroy the banner, resupply and perhaps purchase horses for those who do not have them, then we must ride with all haste, in hopes that it is not yet to late for the good people of this land. I am thankful once again that we travel with a bard, as she will be useful in conveying the word of warnings to those we cross, Master Kal’tha’mars sword skills will once more prove invaluable. Jermailyn AKalakar knows something of devils, and her skills have proven useful, if she will stay on with us I would be happy to have her counsel. and finally let us hope that Master Grimms understanding of the arcane arts is enough to overpower hags, and destroy ancient magical gates… more than ever our fate rests in the hands of the mage.

I will write once more after conferring with my party

IN my own hand

Sir Weston Gale of the Steel Hammer

Journal 003
of life and death

I am alive, even now I question whether or not this has been some terrible dream, I awoke in utter darkness, I could see nothing but I heard my friends screaming all about me. I reached and grabbed the nearest weapon and charged forth to protect my friends, I was still injured from my previous battles, and I had expanded my magical energies and had not yet regained them. I fought bravely driving the enemy outside, and was surrounded, still my companions cried out in fear and pain, still my mighty weapon swung, until I felt cold steel. It pierced my very heart and stole my breath.

I found myself looking down a long hallway, in one direction I saw a blue warm light, and I sensed nothing but peace ahead. Looking back I saw Devils run rampant across the land, my companions were torn asunder and the land burned in a putrid hell fire, somehow I knew that without my aid, this image would come to pass, I had to come back, I had to help however I could.

And then I awoke, there were stars above and the spring night was cool, above me there was an Angel, a beauty that it not possible for those of this world. She smiled at me and guided me back to my feet, sweet sweet Yasmin had saved me, had given me the chance I needed to stop the future I had foreseen. I will not forget that kindness.

In my own hand,

Sir Weston Gale

You havent heard the last from me

The leader of the Dark Ones, limped as he walked. He was badly wounded, as were the two creepers who escaped with him; the rest had not been so lucky. Of his creepers, three were killed during the battle, and a fourth was captured or maybe killed during the escape. For sure they had wounded all of the combatants, maybe even killed one or two. Unfortunately, with arrival of reinforcements to aid the heroes, the tide had turned. First he would send one of his two remaining creepers to inform the Birdmanas to recent events, and then it would be time to rest and lick his wounds before making another attempt…Those Adventurers had no clue what they were up against.

Journal 002.5
Poems for Yasmin


I wish I could live as one of your tear drops, so I could live at your eyes and die at your lips.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret;
it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye

To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you are the world

May she kiss me with the kisses of her mouth, for her expressions of endearment are better than wine,

Weston shook his head, and closed his notebook, none of these were good enough, and it was time he got his head out of the clouds and back to the task at hand, he closed his journal and placed it back in his pack, preparing for the journeys ahead.

Their First Quest - Part 2

Evan shivered with anticipation. They got in trouble pretty often, but this was by far the most daring they had ever been. He waited in the shadows beside the gate with Martin. “Where are they? This was all Jimmy’s idea and he’s not even here.”

“Be patient” answered Martin. “Lily had about a million chores to do, and she probably made him help with each one. Its kinda funny how hard he’s working for this gold piece…you’d almost think he wasn’t such a slacker.”

Evan laughed quietly “I bet he’s kicking himself right now…thought it would be so easy I bet.”

This pair exchanged smiles, as their two friends finally came into sight, darting doorway to doorway as they approached down the narrow town street. As they neared, Martin quietly slipped the bar on the gate, and pulled it open just wide enough to fit them one at a time. After they had all quietly filed through, he pushed it far enough shut to look closed, but still provide access to pull it open when they returned. Martin whispered under his breath “Sir Geoffrey is asleep in the guard room. As long as we’re back before morning light, he’ll never notice we’ve gone.”

The four friends climbed down the steep hill to the forest and road below. They followed Lily’s lead, as she had convinced her sister to give up the location of a make-out spot not far from town. Into the treeline, Lily pulled a small rod from a small satchel at her side, and struck it sharply on its end. The rod slowly began to glow with a sickly blue-green colour. Lily shook it vigorously until the glow was even across the surface of the rod; however it’s light still remained dim. “Well, I guess we don’t want too much light anyway. I just wish I could make them as good as Mom. Its this way, past that funny shaped rock and left of a bent pine tree somewhere up ahead.”

Taking her direction, Jimmy led the way, his excitement speeding his steps until he was just outside the edge of the faintly glowing light. The friends came upon the spot almost by surprise. Sheila had been right, unless you knew how to find it, this place was well hidden. It was a small clearing behind a large rock. A tight ring of knotted trees enclosed the area to just larger than the area for a small camp fire and room to sit. They could see that there was a small opening at the base of the rock, which presumably led to a small cave, just large enough for a couple engaging in romantic interests. Martin crinkled his nose at the foul smell hanging around the obviously used campsite, and poked the ashes of the fire with a stick. “A couple people have definitely been staying here, but from this fire pit, it looks like they’ve been gone for a day or more. Jimmy, check out the cave for clues.”

“Why me?” yelped Jimmy.

“Because this was all your idea.”

Jimmy muttered something too low to understand, and ducked his head to enter the small opening. His voice floated out “Its dark in here, one sec.” A couple of moments with his flint later, and the soft light of a candle flame lit the entry way. “It stinks in here, but not as bad I think, Somebody has definitely been in here. There’s some gross rags, and a couple bags…looks like basic supplies. I bet whoever it is is planning on coming back.” He emerged from the cave, and rejoined his companions. “It was pretty gross in there, but I found this.” He held out his hand to Evan, and dropped a small object into his friend’s hand.

Evan cursed sharply, and dropped it onto the ground. “Gods above, it moved.” He rubbed at his hand as if trying to remove something slimy.

Lily picking it up and examined it. “Its just a button, a nice one.”

“I swear it moved in my hand.” stated Evan looking at his hand. “Almost like it was trying to go somewhere.”

“Well, it didn’t move for me, and I’d bet half my gold piece that it belongs to Mr. Grimm, or Sir Gall.” said Jimmy. “They said nothing was taken, but they might not have noticed if it was a button…but why would someone steal a button?”

“Quick, I hear someone!” hissed Lily. She tucked her pale light into her satchel, and the friends quickly left the clearing, and moved deeper into the woods to hide. They hadn’t gotten far when Jimmy pulled them to the ground behind a nearby stump and put his finger to his lips.

A voice carried in the night air from the campsite. It wasn’t loud, but they were uncomfortably close. “I’m sorry master” it whined, “I thought I must have left it back here, but I cant find it anywhe..” The sound of a blow carried even to this hidden youths, and interrupted the speaker.

The new voice was lower and harder to hear, but the anger in the words carried clearly. “You fool, how could you loose it. I hold you personally responsible for this.” A low moan of fear reached the ears of the hidden listeners.

“Please” it begged.

There was a terrible cry of pain, and a sudden flash of light, bright light the sun. Lily, eye wide with fear would have run in panic, however Martin grabbed her and held her close. “Shhh” he whispered, “be still, and everything will be fine.” He held her close until her trembling stopped.

The voice resumed once more. “The rest of you, we know may not know exactly where they’ve gone, but we can get them on their return. Let us go with haste. We’ll catch them unaware, and hopefully wounded. As long as we succeed, the Birdman will be pleased, regardless if we lost the token or not.” There was a sudden and brief rushing sound, almost like a strong wind blowing through the leaves of the forest; and then Silence.

The four friends, remained silent and still for several minutes, afraid to move or speak. Eventually it was Lily who broke the silence first. “Do you think they were talking about this?” She held up the button to her friends.

Evan carefully reached out his hand and took the button once again. “It feels kinda like it wants to fall out of my hand sideways.”

Martin looked at Jimmy with a serious expression. “I don’t know about this button, but I’m sure those voices were talking about Sir Gale, and the rest of them.”

Evan looked troubled. “There’s no way we could warn them. We don’t know where they went, and even if we did, what could we do? We don’t even have weapons.”

Jimmy looked thoughtful. “They really wanted the button right? and it moves in your hand?” he looked questioningly at Evan, who nodded in reply. “Well maybe, its some way to track them…maybe we can go back to town, get some weapons, and get there in time to warn them.” He looked around at the expressions on his friends faces. He knew that Lily, and likely even Martin would be on-board, but Evan’s voice would still be the deciding vote.

After a long thought, Evan slowly nodded his head. “I’m in, but we gotta go quick, or there’s no point.” Evan then climbed to his feet, looked around them, and befan walking back towards the town.

Their First Quest
“Common guys, just think of that gold piece he promised.” Jimmy gestured his arms wildly before the small gathering of his friends. He continued with confidence, “these guys are heroes, they’ll remember that they promised that if we help them find out who robbed them, they’ll pay us a gold piece. The knight guy told me so.” “Sir Gale,” corrected Martin, “I wonder if he’s better than Sir Geoffrey” asked the young squire thoughtfully. “Its cus you hang out with him at the gate too much. Soon you’ll be as smart as those sticks he hits you with.” Countered the Lily; she was the petite daughter of Myka the town’s mid-wife and alchemist, and always managed to get into more trouble than even Jimmy. “Besides you know that Sir Geoffrey can’t be an adventure any more, not with his leg like it is.” “Sorry I’m late guys” interrupted Evan as he climbed into the now crowded hay loft above the stables. “It took me some time to get away from Sheila she’s such a pest sometime, and never leaves me alone while Kerrigan is out hunting. What are we talking about?” he asked.

Before Jimmy could open his mouth to reply, Martin butted in “Jimmy here is trying to convince us that the heroes will pay us to help them find out who robbed them at the inn the other night.” He continued speaking, not allowing Jimmy to get a word in edgewise “we’ve been trying to convince him that even if we could figure it out, these guys are heroes, and even if they tip us good every now and then, there’s no way they would remember that they owed us anything, grownups are like that.”

“You just watch, these guys are heroes, they won’t forget!” Jimmy was worked up and almost shouting and the others had to quiet him before they startled the horses in the stables below.
“Ok, OK,” said Evan. “We’ll help you, after you help us with our chores first.” The dish boy grinned. He envied Jimmy getting to work with the horses, while he was relegated to busing tables and washing dishes.

Lily grinned impishly as well and said, “don’t worry Jimmy, I’m sure it’ll only take a couple hours to help Evan with the dishes and Martin with his polishing, and then you can help me sort my mom’s herbs. There’s gotta be about a hundred baskets in the back.” Seeing the growing despair on his face, she added, “common Jimmy, nobody ever said that this gold piece would be easy. Besides, after you help me, I’ll get Sheila to tell me that spoke she goes to make out with Kerrigan. She told me they don’t go there anymore, cus someone stinky has been camping out in their spot.”

Jimmy groaned inwardly, these chores would take him the better part of a day to finish, not including his own. But then he was comforted by the thought of the gold piece he would get for his troubles. Yes, it was worth it, and now he even had a place to start. He could almost taste the gold.


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