012 - 250303 - The Business of Brawling - Fightclub I
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 39
Players:
Odett
Donk
Keres
Loot:
?
After Actions:
Odett Verbor’s journal:
Beat lots of sacks today. Got taken down by an ox. Wishing I got some of cook’s blood pudding out of it but to the victor go the spoils. Maybe I’ll taste it when I trade my dinner for a little bit of Keres
Next time I’ll get them at fight club. No more fooling around.
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Journal of Donk Stonefist:
Donk has won the first meeting of the scouts “self-defense class”. We had many good “demonstrations” of abilities, even from Geoffrey the Ox. But in the end Donk was victorious and made many new friends.
016 - 250324 - Location, Location, Laceration - Fightclub II
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 47, Waning Gibbous Moon
Players:
Keres
Odett
Draylor
?
Loot:
?
After Actions:
Scout the Yard
Dawnrise Day 47 - Waning Gibbous
Entry #3The "Defense" club is going really well. We picked up some new recruits and headed over to this yard Odett heard about on a "girls trip" + Draylor. It was probably old training grounds for some Empire that we'll find a name for at some point. It's characterized by faded murals of warriors and soldiers probably at the height of their power, with some amphitheater boxes around the outer arena and battered dummies within.
It looked promising before six little glass crawlers decided to jump on us, but the fauna and whatnot of this realm are getting weirder, especially when it blows up in your face after killing it.
After nearly biting the dust we went looking for eggs to end the glass spider lineage, and instead found an object pretty similar to the astro-lathe from the Wizards tower. It's rock-like (?) and popping it open like a geode, we found Arcane scribblings that we likely need to ask the eggheads for clarification on. Also found a helmet that had some old blood trailing toward it.
Then Draylor and Odett got stuck in sentient vines on the way home, overall a very normal day. On the way back the group was able to talk to Talia about using Eda's pot-washing shifts as punishment for her meatheads. Better them than her, we need all the eggheads we can get in the rift.
021 - 250503 - WriftleMania - Fightclub III
Date:
446 PC, Dawnrise 60
Players:
?
Loot:
?
After Actions:
Dev:
It’s been about a week since we got back from the disturbing encounter with the echo stalker. I’ve been keeping my head down and hoping my role in the unauthorized use of the tower’s revivification chamber will be forgiven or forgotten.
I’ve managed to work out the connections to make a few new spells work, so hopefully I will be a bit more useful when we go out exploring. I’d like to get back inside the Tower to see what might be left of the upper levels.
After my recent discovery of previously unknown hair braiding abilities, I’d hoped to start a sideline business, but people weren’t eager to part with drink tickets for hair styles.
Some of the recruits had put together a “self-defense club” that seemed to be more about proving who was the best fighter. I’d expected the higher-ups to put an end to it eventually, but they decided to indirectly sanction it.
A couple of days ago, the camp started buzzing with the announcement of WriftleMania, a no weapons, no magic fighting tournament.
Today’s the day, and we have even more excitement. We’ve got some new arrivals from outside – a few more recruits, including a ranger named Candy Rosenberry, -- but also a scary warlock who seems to outrank most everyone who’s already here. It’s good that Steve was mostly sober this morning, because Rector-9 decided to pull him away from the camp routine for an “interview.”
Eda has settled into the scholar’s tent and is diligently going through the writings that we recruits have brought back. But she’s eager to go back to Barrowood – she feels like there’s a story that’s not finished. When we escaped from the ghosts, it seemed like we might have brought something else back with us. Ragnum Stonecutter and Keres Di Y'syll did what they could to protect Eda from further influence, but who knows? It would probably be a good idea to take another look, just to be sure.
I’m still not sure how it happened, but I found myself signed up for WriftleMania – as a contestant! I’d just planned to go see the spectacle and cheer for my squadmates. So much for that idea.
Most of my fellow recruits got wiped out in the first round. It was unnerving as I waited for my turn. My first match was against Kesh, and they went down with one awkwardly attempted body slam after I dodged a few attacks. In the next round, I beat Glonk in a much more evenly matched fight. I hear Odett Verbor won big betting against the odds on my fights.
My luck ended in the finals – I matched up with Keres. I landed a few hits and made it a closer match than it had any right to be, but of course I lost. Time to go get patched up and try to figure out my next move.
037 - 250728 - Therapy, But Full Contact - Fightclub IV
Date:
446 PC, Brightwane 34
Players:
Odett
Raven
Keres
Loot:
?
After Actions:
Odett’s journal (seemingly endless hearts adorn the borders of the page):
What a day. Thank Helm for today! I don’t even care that Vanessa won our match in fight club. I thought it was already pretty good when Steve knocked Guy’s lights out, but that paled in comparison to what followed.
Mira. Mira Mira Mira.
I caught a glimpse of her in the distance while Keres, Raven, and I were enjoying some wine and catching our breath before heading back to camp. I knew this was a good chance to spend some time with her, so we invited her over for a glass or two. We noticed she had an interesting collection of items with her - a sponge being the strangest.
She let us in on a little secret - there’s a bathhouse* out by the forge district where she goes for some R&R. She led us to it, and it truly was a sight. Beautiful frescos lined the wall, joined by fluffy moss that climbed like ivy.
We were very ready to soak our sore muscles after we all lost our matches. Instead of dipping our toes au naturel, Raven fashioned us some swimsuits out of the moss. With a wink, she made mine extra tiny.
Mira looked incredible, of course. The bank vault’s tasteful nudes don’t hold a candle to the way the moss hugged her curves.
Soaking in the bath, we found out that Mira is just as suspicious of Rector 9 as we are. I told her about this nation near my village named France, and their great invention called the “guillotine”. Raven knew about it, and mentioned the musical called the miserable French. We’ll be taking a lot of inspiration from them for our camp revolution!
A bit after that, something strange happened. Keres and I heard Raven ask about Guy. When we asked why she would bring him up, she was confused - she hadn’t said anything? I took advantage of the situation to see if Mira had any feelings about Guy - she’s definitely not sweet on him, thankfully. Things got a bit stranger - Mira suddenly knew that Keres has a nautical history. Keres mentioned Béla, though I never told her I had a brother. Raven was happily bathing, seeming lost in a good memory. Something was wrong - the moss. I grabbed Mira and Keres out of the pool and told them to take off their moss swimsuits immediately. Raven didn’t want to get out, she was having too good of a time. I pulled her out and yanked the suit off before anything even more strange could happen. With the moss removed, our heads cleared.
We returned to our discussion about camp happenings before deciding to return. We have some ideas of allies to join our cause, and Mira is with us. Moss aside, we had a great time at the bath and we agreed to return. This was my chance - I had to try to see her again, just the two of us. Keres and Raven inquired about her soft, silky hair and she shared that she makes her own conditioner. I offered to help her find some jasmine to perfume the mixture. She agreed, and we have plans to head into the twilight forest to forage some blooms. Raven and Keres insisted they’d be busy that day, so it will just be the two of us. Thank Helm. I may be getting ahead of myself, but I think Steve would be more than happy to officiate a camp wedding…
Raven:
Dear Die-Anna, We missed you at fight club! Kesh was there, they said you were at a workshop with the Tiler Creator... I've heard he does beautiful custom tile work and mosaics. Can't wait to see what you made in the workshop. If you happen across Dev, let him know he's got braiding competition (and a not-so-secret admirer!) in Nettie. She dipped out of fight club to go write poetry about him. Your pal, Raven