The Chronicles of GrimmGale & Co.

The Beginning

Yellow light flickered around the room in a maddening kaleidoscope of twisting shapes and colour. It shone seemingly without a source from within a large yellow crystal which hung suspended in the middle of a large chamber. “How long has it been doing this?” asked the High Priestess.

The acolyte before her, swallowed nervously before replying “since you retired for bed last night mistress” she replied. “We didn’t want to wake you.”

The High Priestess’ eye flashed with anger. “I should have been informed immediately, regardless of the time.” She observed the trembling acolyte before her, almost on the floor in apology, and softened her tone. “You didn’t know child, you should have been told, so this is not your fault. Now quickly girl, get on your feet and gather the council quickly as you can. The time of the prophecy is almost upon us, and there is much yet to do.”

Journal 001
The Tomb of Tombliness

Gale’s Log

As leader of the party, from hence forth known as Grimm Gale & Co. I have decided that it would be prudent to keep a log of our journeys, I believe that later when I am recognised as a Hero and Champion this will be a useful tool for other to attempt to identify with me and further inspire them to follow in my path to greatness.

Our tale begins in Tud, a town of no significance, I have been taught not to speak ill of someone or something and so I will just say that there is no reason to ever visit Tud lest you enjoy the smell of…

Anyways, it was here that Masters Grimm and Kay’tha’mar (our resident cripple), joined me in speaking with the Mayor. The Mayor, wowed by our mere presence, requested us to quest forth and find the banner of a lost general in order to bring him to greater honour. Seeing that the Mayor was a kindly man, and that this may allow the people of Tud a spec of light in their otherwise meaningless lives, we agreed to take up the task.

I was going to hire a page to aid with the horses on the journey, but seeing the quality of the local help it was decided that Arthur and Finigin would do better in the stables for a few days. Our guide was a bear of a man, and one who knew his trade well, although not a fantastic conversationalist he certainly was capable of navigating the treacherous game trails.

On our first night we were set upon by vermin, vermin of the goblin persuasion ( I would like to note that it was on Master Grimm’s watch that we were “surprised”) It took only a few moments for Tracy and I to lay waste to the small raiding party, and I should note that my respect for our blind handicapped companion, Master Kay’Tha’Mar did increase as he dispatched several of the vermin without aid. Ra was certainly guiding his blade that night. I am also pleased to report that with the assist from Master Grimm, Matilda and I were able to make a crack shot on one of the fleeing filth ridden rodents, dropped it at 87 paces though the darkness and rough terrain, and remarkable shot by all accounts.

Our journey continued from then without further interruption. It was not a few days later when we arrived at what was assuredly the Tomb of the General. Sadly this is where our guide injured himself, and so with the aid of our cripple he was escorted back to relative safety. Master Grimm and I entered carefully, keeping keen eyes for traps or vermin who may have taken up occupation of the Tomb, we had thought the location all be silent when we happened upon a room with an over full well.

Then it was upon us, the very earth itself rose from the ground and attacked Master Grimm. Remembering his battle training I am proud to say my companion did not run but boldly summoned the mysteries of the great arcana and bent the laws of physics to do his bidding. Fire, Energy and Acid emerged from my companions’ death dealing hands as Tracy rained down a half hundred blows and chiselled and chipped away at the earthen denizen . The creature did not balk, and continued to rain down pain and agony with each of its mighty attacks. It was here I thought I was finished, for as Tracy scored what I thought to be a finishing blow, the creature endured further and all went to blackness. If it weren’t for Ra’s luck and Master Grimm’s timely intervention that may have been the end of my tale, but the Good Sorcerer slew the foul beast and ss any true friend would he saw to my wounds and arranged a camp for us, it is here where I came to once more and have chosen to take these moments to write this entry.

Currently we plan a day or so rest and then retrieving our third companion to continue our quest for the Generals Banner

In my own hand,

Weston Gale of the Shining Hammer

Of Mice and Birds

The full moon shone brightly down on an empty hilltop clearing. In the moonlight, the scurrying motions of the mice in the grass suddenly ceased, the small forms holding still to keep hidden from the predator they sensed. Moments later, casting a faint shadow even at midnight, an owl lazily circled above, hungry for its diner. A dozen mice, and even a small rabbit, held perfectly still, hoping against hope to not be the first spotted. Abruptly the owl shrieked and dove sharply towards the ground, its descent to be the end of one of them. Strangely, the owl took none of them, but instead continued accelerating its flight until it was abruptly ended by impact with the ground. As the scent of blood slowly filled the air, the hidden observers cowered slightly in terror, but remains still and silent, somehow sensing that their survival depended on their ability to remain undetected.

“Pesky things,” said a hooded figure as he stepped into sight from the edge of the wood. As he tucked a small hand cross bow back under his clock, he added “you never know if they’re spying for someone or not.” He stopped in the center of the clearing, and pulled his hood back to reveal a carved wooden bird mask disguising his features. He called softly into the darkness, “where are you little ones? Show yourselves, I can feel your presence.”

As he spoke, faint streams of power enhanced his voice, and abruptly he was not alone in the clearing. A circle had silently formed around him, it was comprised of a half-dozen small child sized forms, each hooded and indistinguishable from its neighbor. “Birdman, we have come as ordered,” said one as the others nodded in agreement.

Under his mask, the master wrinkled his nose against the stench of the creatures before him. As useful as they were, they disgusted him none the less. “The signs are clear, the prophecy nears its time. In preparation our agents have already acquired the noble blood, and recent word indicates that as promised, men of purity and goodness have opened the tomb. I want you to make sure they have what we need, and then dispose of them, they’ve served their purpose.”
The hooded ones before him said nothing, but silently melted into the darkness and were gone. The Birdman adjusted his mask, and pulled his hood back up over his head, and prepared to make the long walk back to “his home,” he had plans to make, and others to implement.

Journal 002

Gale’s Log

I write this to while away the time as Master Grimm, studiously counts the coinage found here in this Hell Hole of a tomb… but I am ahead of myself, so let me go back.

After our encounter with the earth denizen it we decided it best to return to Tud (I know that doesn’t sound like anything that involves the word best, but bare with me). Here the folk rose up and tried to greet us as heroes. We made our way back to the Inn for a much needed wash and rest. The Inn was a glow and busy that night as performers from out of town began to play, a dancer of some small skill began the evening, accompanied by the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

Her eyes, glow with an intensity that burns hotter than a dragons fire, Her gait is elegant and strong, her songs are clever and witty, and her laughter rings like the purest notes… her name is Yasmin, and I am smitten.

constantly her performance was interrupted by the local drunkard, and I paid good coin just to hear her golden voice sing once more, coin very well spent.

I was saddened when she rebuffed my initial advances, but as my masters often taught, it is not about the destination, but the journey.

upon entering my room I discovered that it had been ransacked, nothing appeared to be missing, but speaking with my companions it quickly became apparent that they had suffered a similar fate, someone wish to see the level of success the general tomb had brought us. I did not sleep well that night, knowing how easily someone had entered certainly keeps your nerves on edge.

Over breakfast we consulted with the bards, Yasmin sat beside me, and we spoke of the General’s tomb and our quest.Jermailyn, the dancer, told us she had some skills as a treasure hunter, and knew of traps and hidden doors, she could be of great use to us on our journey, and I will selfishly admit, that the odds of Yasmin coming improved if her companion were to join us. Master Grimm quickly drew up contracts for our new members, and once the paper work was signed and notarised, we resupplied and were off.

over the next few days a series of things happened that I will speak of here. Jermailyn is an interesting girl, one that bares watching, usually anyone with a treasure hunter title bares a little extra watching, but my concerns deepened when Master Grimm and Master Kal-tha-Mar informed me that her Raven companion speaks in the language of devils, nothing good can ever be spoken in a language of the lower planes. Although neither she nor the bird radiate evil, It makes me curious where one learns such a foul tongue. It may be worth noting that she has some skill with magic, what type of magic, or how it is used, or whether it is her, or just an item, I cannot be sure, as I was greatly distracted at the time of casting, and have not had the opportunity to question her privately since.

I should continue with my tale, as I can see Master Grimm nears the end of his task.

We arrived back at the tomb and quickly stabled the ass in the tombs lobby; I hope the creature is safe there, as there are known to be goblins in the area. True to her word Jermailyn was indeed skilled with the finding of hidden things, and although it took some doing, hidden passages were quickly found.

Areas of note would be
- A Well that was inscribed in the devil language with the word “life”
- An alter to a Devil God, with a metal snack within it, Tracy was quick to dispatch this creature
- A dangerous hallway with boulders that dropped and attempted to crush us
- A long narrow hallway with undead in the traipsing’s of the General

The undead had some skill in combat and it was a hard fought fight, I fear that the darkness may have overtaken us had it not be for the discipline in arms that my companions proudly adhered to, and the light of sweet sweet Yasmins voice, which caused our hearts to soar and our weapons to strike true, she is truly a wonder….

Due to the skills of Jermailyn we were afforded some small measure of rest and safety before continuing forth. A strict watch was kept throughout the night and the next day we prepared to travel onwards. In the night Jermailyn told us that her Raven spoke with a rat in the devil tongue, the rat spoke of a large flying creature with lighting that would face us with the dawn… the strangeness of the encounter holds true as I read what I have written… who, or what is this rat? Why did it aid us? is it a trap? the question in and of themselves were irrelevant, the rat was long gone, and there was nowhere to go but forward… we proceeded into a room which held a large tomb… a tapestry of the blood wars marked the grave… not a good omen.

As I approached the Alter a great mist began to form, and take the shape of a denizen of Air. As taught I did not give the creature time to catch its baring’s, if it took flight above us it could rain devastation upone us without mercy. Tracy lept into action as Master Grimm again began to summon the arcane powers of old and release the energies of the universe upon or attacker. Yasmin’s voice lifted our hearts once more, and her arrows peppered the creature as our stalwart friend Master Kal-tha-mar rallied our party with healing magics. Jermailyn began to fire her bow at the creature as well, and with a great deal of trouble we managed to subdue it.

The casket held no banner

The casket held no body

The casket held only treasure

Something is amiss here, I do not like it

My companions seem blinded by the prospects of treasure that they do not see what is so wrong about the situation.

We have a few minor passageways left to search, but as I see it, there are more than a few unanswered questions about this general, and I question if he is truly a Knight, whose honour deserved to be carried forth, the evidence thus far suggestion a fate much darker for the General of Tud.

Ah, Master Grimm is finished his task, I will continue this log the next time I am able

In Ra’s Divine Light
Weston Gale

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.

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.

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.

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 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

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


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