Chronicles XX: The End of a Barony.

 

<<Author's note: I'm really sorry this has been almost three years and alot  has changed, but I have some more of the story to tell. This was just  sitting out there in cyber space having moved with me a few times. This is the end of "Book 2: Chonicles". I have started writing "Book 3: Trials" while editing "Books 1  & 2" adding artwork and tightening up the plot and some of the names. In a  perfect world I would love to get it published one day...oh well. If you  keep in touch with anyone who used to read it please forward this along, I  had to scour through 2 years of emails to dig up more current addresses for  most people. I hope that this finds you safe and well and please write me  and let me know how you are doing. Mike

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I am actually starting real story arcs, not just parodies of real events, so  it should be more interesting to read.>>

 “We stand ready.”

The Jester set down the scroll and moved to finish packing his things. It  was going to be a long time before he’d see these walls again. Before  leaving for the Castle, he penned a quick note to his bride explaining that  he’d write soon. Setting outside with everything he’d need for the coming  year, he spots a carriage and piles the bags inside. “To the castle.” He says the driver.

General Tintar finished putting on his polished silver armor. Attaching his  purple cloak and sheathing his sword, he pauses “It is time.” Upon entering the hall just outside his chambers, the Commander of the Royal  Guard takes note of a hundred of his finest men standing guard outside of  his door. As he steps into the hallway, one hundred heels strike the ground  as the guardsmen wheel about into marching formation. As the procession  advances through the halls, a resounding noise is heard as though a large  thunder cloud crashed along side of them. Rounding a corner, the mass of steel and muscle is joined by five men, the  Jester, Prefect Brand, Ambassador Benedict, Captain Pahj’lix, and the  minstrel Eepir Kahz. The group comes to a halt just outside of Saing’s chamber.

“Captain.” The General says. The guardsmen rush around the small group of men and into Saing’s sanctum,  moving to cover all available exits.

“Commander?” Saing hisses, as he looks up from his notes.

“The time for apparent weakness is past, my Lord.” Tintar says through the  open door.

“It is time to act, our pawns are already in place.” Added Benedict.

“Come in then.” Saing said as he turned and withdrew some maps. “Here is  what to do.” Laying out the maps of Gothex and its borders. “Here is what  I want.” He moves a map to the top of the pile. It reveals Gothex as major  force in between the Western Empire and the Kingdom to the East. “We must  expand our borders four hundred fold. And do it before winter.”

The seven men looked at the map, taking it all in. This meant war and on  three fronts. To do this before winter would mean blood soaked earth is all  the snows would have to kiss. There were some concerns, of course. Tintar started, “Baron, how are we to succeed against the southern holdings?  Perhaps Commander Gregor could use some of his ancestral lands to stage  the armies needed.”

“Ask the fool…he knows the adversary there.”

 “It must be Di’Rand’s armies then. I know him. Brand and I will see to it  that he understands our position.” The Jester offered. “And the girl?”

Benedict addressed that question, “The court is weak, but strong enough for  our purposes. She trusts me and believes that her family will stay  empowered by this treaty.”

“And P’ jai’us?” the Jester rubbed his neck remembering that late night  attack.

“We have a surprise for them. One of their three power wells is just  outside of a town called San Lieu, the Jester leaves tonight to ‘redirect’ the energy from the well. It seemed only fitting.”

“With them weakened, our eastern push should be made with ease.” assessed  Tintar. As the men rose together, Saing spat “Today we carve out the Empire of  Gothex, to stand for Ten Thousand Years!”

As a cold wind whipped through them and into the hallway, it howled. Somewhere in the distance, something howled back...

The Royal Jester

-Chelle de’ Gruse, Wife of The Jester, Protector of Children

-Baron Saing, War-Lord, Army of the Blackened Standard

-Tintar, The Cloistered, Supreme Commander

--Sir Gregor, The Paladin, Commander of the Eastern Brigade

---Hee A’tor, Lady of the Ol’cohall Lake, Court Noble

--Sir Azon, The Unbreakable, Commander of the Northern Wastes

---Lady Yute, Champion of the Simple, Court Noble

--Sir Augustus, The Pious, Commander of the Central Armies

---Lady Tehtare, Scholar, Lady-in-waiting

--Sir Cristos, The Quiet, Commander of the Western Brigade

---Lady Katz, The Benevolent

--Sir Geottch, The Elder, Diplomat of Arms

-Dar Benedict, Consul-General of Intelligence

--Dane Benedict, Scholar, Lady-in-waiting

--Brand, Prefect of Military Intelligence

-Ramierez, War Wizard of the Northern Wastes

---Annult, Consul to the Wizards

---Murrin the Mad, Senior Siege Engineer

-Kindle, A witch, seer, magician, and prophet

-Irie, Magistrate General

-Eepir Kahz, The Minstrel

--Lady Draconni, Lady of the Draconni Court

Ar’ D. Jazan, Ancient hermit wizard, Keeper of the Unseen Library

-Gef’Rey the Pious, Insane monk and scholar

-Strah ‘her the Mercurial, Captain of the Guard/Library Brigade

-Smitty, Tsar of the Slah-kar

-K’Abe, Retired toy maker and purveyor of fine herbal remedies

Lord Niah Decker

-The Magpie Party

-The Slah-Cars

Di’Rand the Bold, Commander of the Southern Guard

Chronicles XIX: Pieces in Motion.

“Send for the fool, now!” The order ripped through the air like a bolt.  Saing’s minions scurried to find the Jester.  Saing continued to read through reports that a party had left the city by way of the Eastern Gates, among those in the party were the Royal Jester, Commander Goettch, and the Minstrel, Eepir Kahz.  Other reports indicated that the Jester had recently met with a gypsy, Sir Gregor, and Dar Benedict.  There was no information about what any of them had discussed.

On horseback, racing along highways that stretched into the Kingdom of Twisting Rain, the three men slowly disappeared into the budding sunrise.  They arrived at the Village Hall of Middletowne, and growing city on the crossroads that led into eastern Gothex.  There they saw a great festival already in progress.  Many people had come to the hall, some dressed as their favorite characters, to celebrate the great story told by the famous minstrel Lucuase.  Kahz, Goettch, and the Jester made their way into the hall and mingled with the locals.  The festival was the perfect place to discuss matters of state.  There were concerns about Saing’s rule and the role of Gothex as a border country between Twisting Rains and the Western Empire.  They lacked the military forces to prevent an all out war between the two giants.  If they ever went to war, Gothex would be crushed in the tidal wave of blood from their armies.  Between Goettch’s military expertise, Kahz’s street gossip, and what the Jester knew about the Royal family and the civil government, they could paint a fairly accurate picture of Gothex’s strengths and weaknesses.  Gothex had more than their share of weakness they all saw.

So they formed a new plan.  The three men took less than a day to develop and map out how to secure Gothex’s holdings.  The only thing missing, a few key players would have to make some unlikely decisions.

Back in Gothex, Lady de’ Gruse made arrangements for her father to be buried.  Sir Gregor and Lady Hee A’tor traveled far to the south to aid and comfort the noblewoman.  The ceremony was a somber one, the court was stunned to learn that de ‘Gruse’s father had actually been in Gothex when he passed.  Many well-wishers spoke quietly in the mourning daughter’s ear as the paid their respects.

In Springville, a letter is dispatched to the Jester in Gothex, it is signed by three men whom the Jester has known for years.  The messenger is instructed to ride until he finds the Jester and to personally hand deliver it.  He is reminded that his family will be well taken care of, should he perish.  Should he fail though….his family may never be seen again.  So much trouble for three words, the rider thought as he set off on his mission.

As the Jester’s carriage passed under the Eastern Gates, it was stopped by the roadwarden.

“Yer wanted.  Follow me to the Baron’s.”

“But of course.” The Jester replied.  He didn’t think it would have taken long for Saing to want to talk to him.

Passing through Saing’s guards, the Jester noticed Tintar leaving the Baron’s chamber.  The General was looking very tired and distressed.  He carried with him a stack of dispatches and maps.

As the Jester entered the Inner Sanctum, a violent looking dagger embedded itself in the edge of the door nearest the Jester’s head.  He stopped for a moment to collect himself when Saing spat “Explain yourself.”

“My Lord, I was verifying rumors of weaknesses in our Ministry of Intelligence.” The Jester eked out.  

“Myself and the others who traveled with me went to celebrate the Minstrel of Middletowne and quietly tell some unreliables a few small tales.  It was our intent to see if the information was picked up by Benedict’s agents.”

“Get out then.”

Not having to be told twice, the Jester turned and left, but not before noticing a map, drawn to show Gothex, not as a border country but as a small empire nestled between two giants.  The Jester caught his breath.

“Fool, do you have something to say?”

“No mi’lord.” And with that, he slipped out into the antechamber.

To a guard standing post the Jester queried, “Where is the General?”

“Always in the war room.” Came the reply.  As soon as the Jester turned the corner, another door opened and a man known only as the son of Lambare entered.

“Was that he?”

“Who?  The Fool?  Yes, that’s him.  He and the General are old friends.”

“Then you have done well.  Here is your reward.”  The man tossed a bag of coins to the guard who missed them.  As he bent over to pick up his earnings, he felt the hot point of a dagger penetrate his back to the left of his spine, burying its point in the rear of his heart.  “Not

that you’ll have the time to spend it.”  The assassin said.

Moving quickly, the wandering clown made it through the maze to the war room.  “My friend? Is it time?”

“The time is now.”

“I will pass along the word.  Go safely my friend.”

That night, as the Jester slept, he had terrible dreams.  He awoke with a fever and needed fresh air.  Crossing over to open the drapes of a window in his bedroom, he noticed wet footprints at the foot of his bed.  Instantly alert, the Jester squinted his eyes to better see into the shadows of his room.

He did not hear the assailant behind him.  It was too late; he felt the garrote go tight around his neck.  Reacting without thinking he slipped his fingers into the strangle hold to try and catch a breath.  At the same time he bent over forward, throwing the attacker off balance and crashing into a low table.  Before he was able to recover, the Fool was knocked to the ground, pinned on his back, under the weight of the killer.  Through the window, moonlight glinted off the killing device, a long thin handled dagger meant for the heart.  Holding the dagger above his head the assassin hissed, “You cannot stop P’jai’us!”

Then everything went wrong.

Lady de ‘Gruse, awakened by the struggle, saw her husband about to be murdered, threw the candlestick holder with inhuman force striking the knife wielder in the back of the head and hands.

As the blade went skating into a darkened corner, the now unarmed attacker fled out the open window, escaping into the damp night.

Twenty-three days later, the messenger fell from his horse in front of a small shop where the Jester was still buying gifts for his bride.

Half dead, he handed a scroll to a man he had never met, but would knew on sight.

The Jester took the parchment.

The three words had arrived.

Chronicles XVIII: Arisen, from Ash and Dust.

“It is nice to see that the Jester has returned...” as the words faded the Jester woke with a start.

It was going to be a bad day.

Shortly before dawn, a messenger arrived with dispatches form the front. The Jester lit some candles and leafed through them. Among them, one written in the tight military script of his brother-in-law, Sir Augustus, it read:

Jester:

I feel I must write this letter and address it to you, because I fear that Forces of this land might confiscate a letter addressed directly to the Commander.

It has been near a month since my dispatch to protect the Western Border. My forces have held strong, with no real activity as of yet. I have recently given Sir Cristos his own command, in charge of Siege and Heavy Weapons, due to his extensive knowledge on the subject. With that in his hands, I have more time to concentrate on our strategy. I have also given him a battalion, in order to build and man his weapons.

I think it important to give you all of the information I have received in the short month I have been in command. In the first few days of my Occupation here, Sir Cristos and I have discovered two of the local militiamen, Richard of Seka, and Jean Michael the Dominant. Richard is a well-respected man with the locals, and is our spokesman to the townspeople. They call him "King", as he commands the respect of the locals. I have many times sought advice from him, as well as help with matters of the local villages.  Jean Michael is a close advisor to Richard, and is more known for his short stature, and his great strength. Many a times he was broken a man's arm for mistaking him for a dwarf. He is the man I think could lead these people to war, if needed.

Because of my dealings with these men, I have learned much about this land. I have learned of a vile Cult that dwells in the province of Chevans. They are commanded by Collen of Letics, a fierce warlord; who suffers from severe vainity. His second in command is a woman, if you can call her that, Sha' Tuk. Rumor has it that she is not completely human, but part ogre, and that she easily stands eight feet in height.

I have never seen this half beast, but pray that these are just legends.

Of course, not everyone in this land is corrupted by their proximity to the Cult. I have met an old man by the name of Gilbor. He is a wise man who lives in the Cave of Life, upon Mount Normal. Sir Cristos goes to him often for his advice. Some say he is a wizard, and his appearance does nothing to dispel it. Cristos has also found Gilbor's young apprentice, Geitra, to be his enchantress. Of course, he tells nothing of this to Gilbor or Geitra, for fear of the repercussions.

Reports have just come in; a skirmish has just begun, I must return to the front, but I will send word soon, as I have more to tell you about the Western Front.

Until we speak again,

Sir Augustus

The Jester set down the correspondence. Interesting, he thought. Perhaps security was not as tight as once thought. Saing should be made aware of this. Or perhaps there are too many loose ends. The Jester put on his traveling cloak and headed for the seedier sections of Gothex.


Baron Saing sat in his wardroom with maps strewn about the table. There sat Gothex, surrounded by greedy nations looking to conquer the Port-City. As he moved some markers around on the map, a heavy rapping came from the anteroom.

“Commander?”

“You summoned, my Liege?” came the reply from the door.

“Yes.” Saing rasped. “I see that young Augustus is doing well on the Western Border and that the Scorched Iron Brigade has smashed opposition north of our Border holdings. Tell Cristos to proceed and secure out to three days ride from our Border. If he needs more Outriders, send them. His heavy machines may be slow, but they demonstrate our power. As soon as he has erected fortifications, he shall return here, to begin making more war machines for Goettch and Gregor. He’ll have the summer, then I want Augustus and him to push further in to the Northern Wastes.”

“As you command, Mi’Lord.” Tintar continued, “As you know, the Eastern incursions are accelerating and Gregor’s time is more consumed with his Lady’s well-being then the tactics at hand. There are reports that an army may be moving close to the Lake in an attempt to overwhelm our defenses. Perhaps we should move another four divisions to the front to repel the attack?”

“Of course. What has Benedict to say for himself?”

Tintar moved opposite of Saing. Tapping the map, he said “He spends his time trying to determine a way to destroy the P’jai’us. Also, I have heard that he is renewing old ties.”

Saing’s gaze darkened, “I thought that nuisance girl had been destroyed? The fool told me as much himself.”

Tintar shifted uneasily, he too had heard the rumors of Princess Thumper Head’s fiery demise. Maybe they were a bit too optimistic. “I will look into it Mi’Lord. I am sure the fool will have some insight. He was quite good at such things. Before his parlor tricks, he once held the respect of many. Now he just makes the Nobles laugh.”

Tintar barely heard the words. They were not much louder than a hiss. He caught himself leaning in to better hear Saing. “Things are not all that they seem. Things may be changing, with the news of Count de’Gruse’s death.”

“When did the Count pass?”

“Some days ago. Lady de’Gruse is just finding out. The Jester left shortly after the clergy arrived to console the noble-lady.”

The Commander was intrigued and asked, “Where do you think he went?”

“Old ties are stronger than new bonds, sometimes. He may have gone to seek help. He may be a fool, but he rarely fails to notice things.”


On the Eastern Front.

“Captain, dispatch a runner! Tell the General the attack has begun! They are 20 fold stronger. Tell the Thunder Brigade to charge! Get those ballistas in place! Archers! Stand to! Prepare to fire.” Gregor steadied his warhorse and prepared for the worst.

He didn’t have to wait long. The horde of beasts ripped through the front lines, rending arms and legs off of soldiers. The archers fired into the ranks, felling dozens if not hundreds of creatures. And yet they surged forward. There seemed no end to the river of half beasts that streamed towards the highways that lead to Gothex.

The ranks looked as though they were about to collapse when a horn rang out above the din of battle. Everyone, man and beast, were stunned to a halt.

Gregor searched the field of battle for the source of the horn. The ground began to tremble, trees toppled, and the battlefield seemed to rise up. Monstrous sized creatures began to appear in the secondary ranks of the attacking horde, they also approched from the Lake. It took Gregor a full minute to recognize the shapes of giants as seaweed, roots and earth chunks of fell from their bodies. There were hundreds. They had buried themselves under the battlefield and hid in the shallows of the water.

It looked hopeless to Gregor.

They began their attack. They marched through the ranks of the horde, destroying whole companies of beasts with each footstep. Then they did a surprising thing. They wheeled about in a coordinated fashion and began to sweep lines of attackers aside as though they were insects. The horde saw this and began to break formations, afraid that they would be next to be destroyed. Gregor’s men stood in stunned silence, watching as their enemies were crushed, trampled, and swatted to death. They rallied around this and rushed forward to press the attack. Man and giant marched shoulder to kneecap to punish the invading army.

Gregor saw one giant head towards his command tent atop the ridge. Gregor urged his mount forward to meet the enormous man. “I am Sir Gregor, Knight of the War Torne Tower. To whom do I owe a great deed of thanks?”

The giant replied, “You know of the wandering Fool? Tell him that Tah’Pal of Xplihor repays his kindness. My tribe will take care of these things for your men. You will send word to the Fool before nightfall, I wish not to be late on our wager.”

With that, Tah’Pal turned and headed off after the retreating battle scene.

Sir Gregor did not wait a second. A dispatch left his hands for Gothex immediately.

In the slums of Gothex.

An urchin bumped into a wandering pilgrim. No one noticed the exchange nor would anyone have cared if they had seen it.

Seated in the back of a dark tavern, the Jester pulled out the scrolls from his pilgrim’s robe and by candlelight read the three messages.

The first from Gregor, described the battle that had taken place 3 days ago with the sudden appearance of the Wolk tribe of Giants and the route that ensued. It was careful to include the exact message from the Chieftain.

The Jester almost laughed.

The next was two pages long and chronicled the reported death and resurrection of two people from the Jester’s past. The first was of a girl named Lynn de’Hor who seemed to be the missing Princess from Edwardoland. The report includes details of her new husband who out of the kindness of his heart married a commoner and recently made her Queen. This did in fact make the Jester chuckle. So, she became a Queen anyway! Life’s little irony. The second page listed the rumors of a Gypsy, who could come and go with the wind. There were more than two dozen sightings listed on the page. This is not a good sign, thought the Jester.

The third scroll was another dispatch from Augustus:

Jester:

I once again write of news of this land.
Before the hot sun of summer rises in this land, Richard of Seka will be leaving. He must return to his land of Seka, far to the South of here, in order to tend to his aging family. He will be a great loss, as he has guided me much in my dealings with the townspeople. While he is still here, I will be sure to learn everything I can from him.

Another blow will be dealt to my forces when Jean Michael the Dominant
leaves town to join the village protection faction, which calls itself the Elite Troopers. I will still keep in contact with him, but I will not have his services to myself.

As you may or may not know, we have been living in tents and other temporary shelters whilst staying on the front. I have just commissioned for a more permanent barracks to be built by summers end, which I will name The Spear House. I have also decided that Sir Cristos and myself must return for the summer months in order to build support and raise funds. I know from my experiences here that the Forces here will be nearly dormant during the hot months, and will cause no major problems for the men I will leave to remain on the border. I will leave many high-ranking officers to do my bidding, as well as give partial control to the Elite Troopers, and Jean Michael the Dominant. I have charged Jean Michael to write me letters, when time comes, in order to keep up on what is going on. However, that is many weeks away, and I will keep you updated on the developments.

With Sir Cristos closer to the border of Chevans, he has started to write me letters telling me the events on the border. Even more surprising is that he decided to write them himself, rather than a muse. I have informed him not to write directly to you, but to write to me, and I would relay anything important. While on the border, he has discovered a new town, with a peoples who call themselves the Cabinos. I have included this letter with mine, so that I will not have to reproduce it.

I do not know when the next letter I write will be, but hopefully soon.

Until we speak again,

Sir Augustus




Sir Augustus:

I must first apologize. I am not accustomed to writing correspondences and this letter may not be of my best. With the newly appointed position I find myself in need of writing you.
I am writing you to give you an update of our present position here. We are camped just outside of Chevans with many new weapons at our disposal. The trebuchet was proven affective against the forces in Chevans and it seems that they have retreated for the spring. We have taken heavy casualties on our main wagon. Earlier some of the horses used to pull it were ill. Luckily they have since healed. Also it seems that one of our axels has taken heavy damage and I fear it will not be able to support the wagon for much longer. I am working closely with locals to help rebuild the axel.

Gilbor has heard wind though of possible movement of the Chevans into their partner province of Statotios sometime soon. I fear that with the mammoth stature of the worriers of this province, my forces may take great casualties. Gilbor is currently working on a spell to make my forces appear invisible to the forces of Statotios thus eliminating any involvement of my forces.
For our successful defense against Collen of Letics, the local people here have decided to have festivals in our honor. They have not given us many details but do assure us that there will be live music by the local townsmen all day with plenty to eat and drink all day. These events are scheduled to last for the next few weeks. The locals, known as the Cabinos, have expressed their concern that the dark forces will make another uprising. I have assured them that myself and my men, while we will be enjoying the festivals, will be ready to fight at a moments notice.
I must warn you though, my forces are anxious to fight. My men have grown restless without the immediate threat of Chevans. While I hope to enjoy the feast, I, as well as my men, are hoping for a small skirmish.
The Cabinos have also expressed their thanks to you for allowing us to stay in our present position. They have said that any of your forces and yourself will be their honored guests. I am anxious for our meeting again in the next few days and will be looking forward to the festival in Ottoin.
Until then I must return to the duties of repairing the siege weapons.

Until we see each other in this world or in the next,
Sir Cristos


The Jester was almost finished reading the letter from Cristos when his candle failed. As he reached to relight it, he caught sight of someone sitting across from him at the table.

“I was wondering when you would appear.” The Jester said.

“I’ve been around, times are changing. Things are not as they once were.” the visitor replied.

“I know. Saing is looking for me, and I fear the war will not go well with spies within our ranks.” the Jester whispered.

“You know what needs to happen. It has always been your destiny” the shadowy figured said.

“I see that you are in good health. Anything else I should be aware of?” the Jester queried.

“The news of my death is greatly exaggerated. You may want your nefarious Dar Benedict take on an Ambassadorial role. I recall the he knows the Queen of De kat-hor. She goes by, Queen duClarque now, but I think you’d recognize her as Princess Thumper Head. Her realm may become important soon.”

The fool, not taken aback by any of this simply stated, “I will advise Saing of that. Thank you Mistress.”

The Mistress of Shadows said as she rose, “My return is not by accident. Loyalties and friendships will weather the coming war. I must return to my work. You know how to reach me or Kindle if we are needed. Be warned though, the good witch is more then busy these days. But she may spare a moment or two to impart wisdom to you and yours. Take care, wandering fool.” And in an instant she was gone.

The Jester rose from his table extinguished his candle, pulled up his hood and headed for the door. There is much to do he thought, oh so much to do.

Chronicles XVII: Darkness Creeping from the East…

There was a hint, just a taste, of something foul on the air. The kind of air, that rises out of the sewers. The kind you find lurking near cemeteries. There was an underlying nervousness in Gothex. Nothing overt, but something slipping just under the skin. The markets were full, but eyes searched left and right.  Feet shifted uneasily as peasants bought breads, meats, and fruits.
A half of a year had passed since Gothex had been happy. The wedding of Lady de’Gruse to the Royal Jester had seen the streets lined with pretty colors and rejoicing faces. The air had been fresh, the sun warm, and the spirits had flown freely at every pub and tavern. But those days were now just a fond memory. A growing darkness was approaching and the people did not want to spend too much time out of doors.

The first reports began to come in, even before the Jester has left on his honeymoon. Dark things were lingering too long on the Eastern Front. Outriders skirmished with creatures that were beyond the intelligence of normal beasts. Dar Benedict and Brand sat in counsel for many hours, debating when to bring this to Saing’s attention. They agreed that shortly after the festivities to report to the War-Lord.
The fireworks had scarcely stopped and eight men entered into private chambers to confer. The man at the head of the table wore blackened ceremonial armor, with a helmet that was both horrifying and beautiful at the same time. He has a black goatee and looked to be so gaunt that he could not possibly wear so heavy a protective layer. To his right sat a much larger man, also goateed, but his armor was well polished, more functional and the silver and purple seemed to be woven in intricate patterns across the breastplate. Embossed in the center, just above the Sword and Shied of the State, was the Royal Crest, awarded to the most loyal of warriors.

“Commander, where are we on this Eastern incursion?” Saing asked.

“My Lord, as you know the Ministry of Intelligence has interrogated some of the beasts captured. Their reports are a bit startling. More information is necessary before action can be taken. As you know the Eastern Brigade stands ready to march at your command.” Tintar replied.

“Excellent. General, do you have anything to add?”
Dar Benedict stopped writing as soon as the question had started and looked around the table. ‘Were these men, these hard fighting men, ready for what he was about to tell them?’ He looked around the table, what he saw told him that they were ready to die if need be. Four men sat in hardened armor, trained soldiers dedicated to the sword. The eldest was from the Southern Plains, a former monk named Sir Goettch who sat across from Tintar, with whom he had done battle against the Eastern Empire. To his left sat Sir Azon, the Unbreakable, who, it was said, had the lives of a cat. Across from him sat his contemporary, Sir Gregor, a Paladin who currently commanded the Western Brigade. To his right, sat one of his captains, Sir Augustus, a young man who seemed to be, by all accounts, a brilliant strategist. Brand slid the most recent reports in front of him.

“Leige, the most troubling is that these beasts appear to have a collective intelligence. If we interrogate one, the others seem to know what was asked. As though their minds are linked.” the Dar responded.

“Their minds are linked?”

“Mi’Lord, as you are versed in some magics, you are aware of the power of P’jai’us? We believe that these things are from It.”

Saing crushed his goblet and hissed, “This does not bode well for Gothex.”

“Baron,” Gregor spoke up. “We must reinforce the Eastern Front, as you know Lord Decker never paid much attention there.”

“Well put. Then do it, you have a fortnight. You leave in two days.” Saing adjusted his gaze, “Augustus you will survey the Western Border and dispatch troops four days hence. I do not want our borders weakened. Welcome to command. Try not to die.”
Gregor, Azon, Goettch lept to their feet and left for their respective commands. Their aides-de-camp were immediately at their sides, taking orders and readying mounts. Augustus, recently promoted, sent word for Sir Cristos, his soon to be aide-de-camp.

Meanwhile, south of the Kingdom of Twisting Rain, the Jester received a scroll, delivered by messenger.  It had the seal of Boones on it. It read:

“Jester,

I have always enjoyed the tales of your travels, again congratulations on your wedding. I wish I could have been in better spirits for the event, alas, a malady hid my joy for the happy couple. I fear that this has once again weakened our alliance. I would sacrifice many a head of heard, if it would once again strengthen our bond. Forever we are sacred. As soon as I rebuild my estates and regain power in my lands, I will begin to repay my debts to you. It is to be soon, my aide, JerRand, tells me.I have heard that you are celebrating the Feast of the All Saints; it is my hope that you send well wishes to all that attend. It is also my hope to once again return to favor with the Court of Gothex.

Peace to you my brother and hope for more good word soon,
Errien”

The Jester took quill and ink and penned a quick note to Errien. He left it to set and dry, while he returned to his new bride and the lovely lake by which she sunbathed.
Upon the Jester’s return, he was summoned to meet at Eeipr Kahz’s abode. When he arrived; drink, games of chance, and good friends set him upon. Kahz had organized a game of chance and many were there to partake. Tintar and Brand made toasts of good fortune to the Jester’s return. They played cards till all hours and discussed, many things, including the affairs of state, personal lives, and the comraderie of men. It was agreed, that such meetings should occur every fortnight; as much was accomplished and the politics of court could be left aside. Even Saing made an appearance, once. Thoughts of war were distanced by thoughts of friends and cards.
These to only be soured, when news arrived, Brand was to be dispatched, to Springville, south of Gothex, to maintain a vigilant eye on southern movements.
And then there was the errant comment, one night, made by a man-at-arms.

“Those damnable gypsies, every time me mates and me go for a pint, we trip over one. Thieving scoundrels. Met one, week back or so, claimed to be a ‘Lady’. ‘A lady in bed’ I said. She thought she’d tell me ‘I know many a lady-in-waiting, I once held the favor of Kings and Fools alike.’ Would’ve showed her my kings and fools, but she disappeared, just like that! Right before my bleedin’ eyes.”

“That’s de’Guile for you. Just when you think she’s gone, she reappears, as if from the Mists.” the Jester murmured.

Chronicles XVI: Whispers of a Return...

And then there was one less.

The days ran hot in the summer. No one there knew of a hotter day. Among those
to comment, the Baron, Tintar, Dar Benedict, and Brand, but it was a special
day, all had turned out to see that which was not foreseen, but occurring none
the less. It was the wedding of the Royal Jester to Lady de’Gruse. None of the
seers could have predicted the return of the Jester with the announcement that
he was engaged. It had been weeks since the announcement, and now the day was
here. So many of the Barony’s finest tailors and entertainers had been
contracted for the celebration.

Among the first to arrive, the Baron, arriving a full day early to make sure all
was in accordance with his edicts. He traveled far and wide with the Jester and
Eepir Kahz, to inspect the frontlines and Gothex’s decorations. Eepir kept them
both entertained as the long day progressed. The Jester made sure that his Lady
would be in good company as she prepared for the coming day as well. Mistress
Kindle, traveled out from the heart of Gothex to protect Lady de’Gruse. The two
made friends easily and became quite close in their short time together.

That evening, a grand feast was prepared and all the major players were there to
partake. From the lowliest lady-in-waiting, Lady Ja Cee-ay all the way up to
Saing’s War council of Tintar and Dar Benedict. Of those unable to attend, Sir
Azon and Lady Yute had just given birth to their daughter and feared to travel,
as it was too much for the beleaguered Lady Yute. So Lady Tehtare, filled in as
an attendant to Lady de’Gruse. The Ladies–in-waiting, spent the evening with
de’Gruse at her country estate in Lower Gothex. While the various soldiers,
guards, and government officials spent the evening with the Jester planning
war-games and partaking of the fine spirits. The day of the ceremony came a bit
too early for some, but all were none-the-less for wear. The beautiful day
passed, despite the heat and the town of Gothex enjoyed a peace, little known in
the recent years. There were but two small disturbances that day. The first
being, when Kindle’s muse sent word that he would be unable to attend the
festivities. This act brought about great concern for the prophet. Her heart
was in great turmoil, but she was soon swept up in the music, atmosphere, and
spirits that flowed forth from the barkeeps. The second incident occurred as a
harlot, flew up from the audience and began to perform what sounded to be the
strangulation of several cats. No one was harmed by the performance, but the
Baron had her sent to the pits of his dungeon for her audacity.

The next morning, the Jester and de’Gruse took flight on a winged chariot and
were not to be seen for several weeks.

Chronicles XV: The Year of Quiet

*This Chapter is Lost to Time.*

Chronicles XIV: Violence and Corruption.

*This Chapter is Lost to Time.*

Chronicles XIII: Questions of Faith, Trust, and Travel.

The Festival of First Snow was a success and fun was to be had by all.
After the serious work of reinforcing the Citadel's magicks, music and
spirits were consumed in great quantities.

The Wizards, never ones to be far from their own domain in the Far Nort,
decided that it was wise to return before the sun set. Unfortunately,
Queen Growley Bear had other plans for them and the Wizards spent many
hours in a Maze of the Mind before they combined their strengths to over
come the Maze. Although exhausted from the excursion, they were able to
send a message by carrier inviting the Jester and Ars up to discuss the
future of the realms.

A few days later the Ars began preparing the Citadel on the Cove for the
Festival of Bygone Eras, where a great number of foreign dignitaries
were to arrive and discuss the return of Baron Saing. Among those to
make an appearance were: Marshals Duhnk, Di'Rand, and Brand, Lady
'deGuile, Ars D. Wiles, Terra 'deNarc, Jannas the Martyr, King and
Queen Decker. It was a shock, by way of page, to hear that Lord and
Lady Decker had taken Holiday to the Eastern Border and were under heavy
military guard as they were close to Queen Growley Bear's realm. It was
also sad to hear that Lady 'deGuile, while traveling north to the
Festival, was ambushed and slaughtered by a pack of half humans of
Saing's creation. The scroll was delivered to the Citadel's doors
plunged into her skull. Also sending his regrets, Ars D. Wiles, via
magical means informed Jazan that he was battling a blizzard of
unnatural beginnings, which precluded his arrival at the Festival.
Of those who did arrive, it was a grand time to be had by all. Dar
Benedict, under direct questioning by Jannas, was cleared of all charges
in Boones, and was able to renew ties with Errien, Brand, and Di'Rand.
Errien stated that he may consider moving to Gothex, insiders wonder if
he'll attempt to gain control of the city while it's in its fragile
state. Some consider him to be the best qualified for the job. The
Marshals were treated to a show by Cyndra, an exotic dancer who has been
seen in few weeks the company of the Jester these last. The night ended
with quite a few of the servants having to make accommodations for
several of the partygoers, the Jester was nowhere to be seen and the Ars
was in the grips of the spirits. As morning broke, Dar Benedict had
made good his escape, leaving some to wonder where and why he had fled
in such a hurry. As guests made their way back to their abodes, Errien,
Di'Rand, Duhnk, and the Jester [it was known that K'Abe was still about
the Library, but nowhere to be seen] discussed the past Festivals and
speculated about the future. The Boones delegates left to escort
Brand's lady to her abode on their way back to Boones proper.

Rumors abound that JJ the Red has taken up with a Gypsy and has moved to
Tem'pe in the hopes of winning her affections. No one has been able to
confirm or deny these rumors.

Also Gef'Rey the Pious has been recalled to the Temple of Rains to
rededicate his spirit, some say it is bad for business to have a
doom saying monk proclaiming that all things lead to sin and death, and
that the Temple finally received word and is trying to do some damage
control in the City. Jannas the Martyr has been dispatched to be the
Spiritual Leader of Gothex in its time of need. There are some rumors
that Archbishop Jannas and Marshall Brand have had some differences of
opinion about the role of religion in State politicks and that while
they are civil in person, that there maybe more to this than meets the
eye.

There was talk among the peasants that the Jester had been entranced by
a dancer of skill and grace. It was true that he had been seen in the
company of Cyndra and quietly, in the taverns and walking about the
Cove, the talk spread that the Jester may have found a new patron. The
Jester had also spent time in seedy alleys and wharf side taverns
speaking at length with villains and smugglers. There was concern that
the Jester may be involved in some devious plot, but as usual few people
cared to speculate openly about what that may be.

Many weeks passed and the Jester returned to what appeared to be a usual
routine, all the while maintaining a hidden correspondence with Ramierez
about things morbid and occult. The Ars noticed a rise in the amount of
occult energy in the Citadel. He began to research it and found, much
to his shock and horror, that the Jester was responsible. The Ars was
unsure why or how the Jester had raised these energies nor did he know
how the Jester was controlling it. The Jester realized that some of
these powers were dangerously close to being out of control and needed
to confer with Kindle. She consoled him and whispered the magicks
needed to prevent the Citadel from being destroyed. She also told him,
that her return would coincide with the Summer equinox. The Jester
asked her for protection during a future adventure, with Errien, to the
mythical Isle of the Water Wall. Errien had spoken at length about his
desire to return to the Isle and the Jester having given in to a whim,
suggested that they take time in the coming summer to go on a Holiday.
The Jester had also asked Cyndra to join them, but she had vanished,
having taken a small Amulet of Power with her. Most displeased, the
Jester requested of Jannas that the wench be found and condemned a
heretic (preferably burned publicly), and the Amulet, when found be
locked in the Holy Treasury.
Terra 'deNarc also had returned to Gothex. Her promotion to Minister of
Propaganda, elevated her to a level where she and the Jester had rare
times to talk. As the Magpie party quickly was running Gothex Trade
Commission into the ground, Terra was left with quite a bit to do. Her
elevation was apparently do to her kinship with the King's sister, who
was studying abroad, and practically running the country in her
brother's absence. Although there are some who say the it was magick...

A few of the Slah Kars had been seen of late, but their stuporous state
left them as but entertainment for the masses.

Tintar the Cloistered, having been in a near fatal chariot collision has
been attended by the best healers in Gothex, although he does babble at
length about healers having to be women and that certain parts of his
body that were undamaged needed their immediate attention.

In the Kingdom of Twisting Rain, Queen Growley Bear gives praise and
thanks to her Goddess before having a thousand first born sons
flayed....

Chronicles XII: Poisoned Relationships and Change of Nations.

In the darkest of days, things never seemed this bleak. To the north,
wizards gallivanting about as though they were human, to the south,
barbaric rituals of blood and mutilation, to the west, the Great Queen
was exterminating thousands of men who could challenge her infant
child’s Royal claim, and to the east, mobs of starving urchins rule the
streets. King Decker has retired to his den of sin and intrigue,
leaving the most unprepared of stewards to manage his kingdom. All the
while he dwells, in the bed of his wife, brooding over the welfare of
his infant daughter. These days she moves and scoots and has the
appearance of a healthy child, except for that dull listless stare of
the haunted. Drifting in like a thief into the chamber the King hears,
no feels, the primal corruption of the air. It pulsates like an
infected wound. It reeks of tainted coppery blood and puss, and
illness. The perimeter guards are found all be inverted, their skin
peeled back like an onion. The carnage that litters the streets of
children and peasants permeates the senses. The damage to the buildings
and to the gates denotes only one thing, the Baron has returned, and the
toll will be paid in pain. The King crumples to the street, coagulated
blood and entrails soiling his robes. The perfumed haze that hangs
about his head is sped away by a breeze and replaced by the foul
combination urine, feces, and rancid meat. None who saw the advancing
army, had the time to raise a call to arms, nor the time to flee.
Under the cover of darkness, the warm winds and new moon prevented all
from seeing, the greatest feat of magic in recent memory. There was the
day that Smitty the Slah Kar rapped upon the doors of the Unseen
Library, and it was hallow. Hundreds of thousands of years of
history…gone, in but a few scant hours.
It was coming upon one of the Jester’s favorite times of the year. The
Feast of the Hallowed and he wanted to return to Boones, where the
festival was known to be the most blissful three days that anyone could
endure. Upon his arrival though…he was stunned to find that Errien had
retired to his summer cottage, as the office had become too much for him
(though there is local gossip that he had taken up with an enchantress
and that he was “indisposed” more often than not.) To replace him,
Duhnk, Brand and Di’Rand had developed a ruling triumvirate and had
divided Boones into three districts, each with a Governing Marshall.
All was going well, the Jester and company was feasting, with wine,
women, and song, when they were visited with a vision of a witch and
poisonous monkeys. They took it quite well, all things considered.
The Jester returned to his humble abode and promptly moved, this time
having found a quiet grove on the north side of the Port City. He and
the Ars had agreed that if there were ever a threat to the Library that
this place would be the new haven. As it was to the Jester’s way of
thinking…if you couldn’t find the Library, who could threaten it? As he
was returning from Boones he was horrified to find that his hideaway had
been invaded by thousands of books, stacked as high as the walls and as
far as the eye could see. The Ars returned to find his neatly stacked
books having been pushed up against one wall and the Jester’s rucksack
on the floor. The Ars having been tipped off by the prophetic ratings
of Gef’Rey the Pious, the Ars saw the need to uproot the Library with
the aid of K’Abe, who single-handedly hefted two great bookcases upon his
back and carried them into the new Library.
The Ars and the Jester thought it wise to invest in future protection
for the Library. They concealed this location far more adequately then
the first one and the Ars did not allow so many people to gain access to
the stacks. Although with Gef’Rey committed, it has become necessary
for the Ars to find a new attendant to care for the Library in his
absence, until that time, he is never far from it.
Ramierez and Murrin, it is rumored, are to be making an appearance at
the Library soon, to pay homage and weave wards of protection against
Baron Saing.
News that Dar Benedict has been seen once again in Gothex fled north to
the Jester's ears only to be compounded with the fact that apparently
he had slipped a hallucinogenic herb into Marshall Duhnk's drink and
that the Marshall is not well. If there is any news of the Dar's
whereabouts he is to be "interviewed" in Boones.

In happier news:
The Jester and the Ars are to put on the Festival of First Snow in the
coming week’s end.

All are welcome, if they agree to put aside their differences, weapons,
magicks, and intrigues for a night of entertainment, which includes a
Minstrel of some renown who may play for the merriment for the crowds,
a feast for Kings (no disrespect intended), and a show of shows. Feel
free to correspond if the fancy strikes you to be entertained for a few
hours. There will also be a juggler, card games, and infant tossing,
so….come one come all!

Chronicles XI: The Shifting Sands of Power.

As the fall season slowly made itself felt across the realms, the Jester
and Ar' D. Jazan made their way north to the edge of Gothex. After many
hours, they arrived at the abode of Murrin, recently released as Baron
Saing's retainer as had his consort Ramierez. Murrin had tried to
develop the ability to breathe as a fish does, but had not perfected
the spell. Ramierez had turned over his research in the pursuits of
things more horrid. Murrin sent for the local Ars and the Jester to aid
in his research. It took almost a week for the spell to be truly
successful, but in the end all four swam to great depths and as though
they were fish. All of them rejoiced and drank until the sun was low in
the sky, then the Ars and the Jester chose to return to Gothex proper.
Upon their return, the Jester was served with a notice that message had
arrived for him from an unknown source in the Kingdom of Twisting
Rains. Queen Growley Bear, Slayer of the Dragon of York, Vanquisher of
the Western Empire, Queen of all that she surveys had sent him a warning
that Baron Saing had encroached upon her lands and that Gothex had a
week to remedy the situation or that her eye would turn to the Port City
and things would become unpleasant. The Jester, having once known her
as a young noble, was well aware of her reputation and passion for
getting things done. The Jester forwarded on the warning to the King.
Privately, the Jester wondered: if the Queen were to come to Gothex,
would these squabbling political bodies would her siege, probably not he
mused.
The Jester sought out Kindle and spent hours in her counsel, after which
his mind was cleared and his soul lightened. He was concerned that with
Kindle's departure that she might not return. He had learned that many
beings as powerful as Kindle became less and less involved in the
affairs of mere mortals. Although it was unknown who had mastered the
most power, Kindle, the Plague Wizards, the Ars, Terra or the Baron, it
was certain that if these powers were ever to turn on their tentative
truce most of the realms would be obliterated. Well that was if you
believed in magic...
Meanwhile, on the border of Gothex, a fatigued army of unholy creations
ransacked local villages and towns, slaying inhabitants and mutilating
animals in the foul rituals. The Baron sat back in his throne of human
carcasses and smiled, that thin leer that unsettled his closest advisors
who secretly wondered if their head would make the next foot rest for
his throne. Late in the night, still a week's march from Gothex's
palace, reports came that some whelp had denounced and replaced him.
Well this pathetic tenderfoot would feel the extent of his wrath, all he
had to do was continue along without drawing the gaze of
Queen-what's-her-name and that little brat of hers. All things will be
as he deems that they should be, right now he needed patience. There
would be blood enough to bathe his army for a year. All things to
come...

Chronicles X: Time Flies When You're a Fish.

In Gothex:

And so the day came, as though to preempt the return of Baron Saing, a
freak show rolled into Gothex on a bleak and rainy day. Gef’Rey the
Pious and the Jester make their way down to the Square to see the show
and are horrified to find that people are dying in foul and unholy ways.
It took weeks to clear the Square of the putrid smell of death and decay
the freak show had brought upon their fine city, but it was soon
discovered that the owner, a whale of a man by the name of Herr'ing the
Foul, who had entered into a pact with Saing for a few "unholy perks" in
the afterlife, had brought with him a noxious cloud that had killed more
than a hundred poor souls. Fortunately, the freak show did not appeal
to a large portion of the populace. Still it had left its mark upon
Gef’Rey and the Jester, both of whom are probably scarred for life.
Meanwhile, hidden away safely on the outskirts of town, Dar Benedict
having seen the effects of his dealings with Herr'ing finds that he has
new resources in the Black Baron tends to promote himself to a valued
position for his new Lord. If only to aid in his plans for Boones, he
will serve like any good pawn, because pawns too can kill Kings if
they're used right.
For the King Dekker, ruler ship is not as easy as he thought it might be.
Guilds squabbling, parties vying for a minute of his time, family
concerns, and assassination attempts are not things that make running a
country a joy. But for the most part he stumbles through it. There was
that mass poisoning on the square, reports of 13 foot giants building
pyramids on the roads, the drunken riots in celebration of his
coronation and reports that an undead army was returning to his city,
not bad for his first 3 months as King.
While the Jester was wandering off to the Lake of the Damned, Ar' D.
Jazan noticed that Gef’Rey the Pious was neglecting his studies. D.
Jazan sent forth runners to find his pupil only to find that he was
nowhere to be found. It was not until a Smitty had fallen asleep on the
road outside the Unseen Library did the location of Gef’Rey become
known. Apparently, the Pious one, seeking solitude had headed off into
the mountains to consider the horrors of what had occurred on the
Square. It was on said mountain that Gef’Rey was found, rain pouring,
lightning threatening, he tore open his robes and bared his chest,
screaming into the wind. It was then that lightning chose to flash and
the Pious one tumbled like a rag doll, down the mountain.
In a small hut with stakes holding it down, a single red star adorning
its roof, Kindle prepared to make a voyage across the Great Sea. Her
reverie was interrupted by a messenger sent from the Jester. It was odd
because the Jester had been traveling so much that the two had not
spoken much. Hopefully he had learned the spell to breathe as a fish
does and that he was prepared to give her the components. But no, the
scroll was in regards to Lady 'deGuile, the Jester had not heard from
her and had grown concerned. As Kindle consulted her scrying pool, she
saw the vague images of 'deGuile in a drunken orgy of sorts with all
manner of vices in use. It was not clear if this was the present, past
or the future, but it was cause for concern. Kindle would have to
dispatch a messenger to look into it, but she more important things to
do in the mean time. That damned Saing was returning soon and that was
a whole other mess to worry about.

In the Lake of the Damned:
Ramierez and the Jester took long forays into the briny deep to uncover
lost artifacts from shipwrecks. It was odd, swimming as a fish might,
at length and in the murk of the Lake. More than once the Jester felt
as though Ramierez had tricked him into leaving the safe confines of
land on these expedition, but without fail they had found a relic, a
scroll, or some other manner of magic which the Jester could take back to
Gothex. But the Jester, not accustomed to magic being at work on him at
length could not endure as much as Ramierez could. The Jester found
himself sleeping for long periods to recover from the effects. , and so he did.

In Boones:
Boones had it bi-annual election and with few changes continued on it
merry way. The black cloud that hung near their city had left with
Saing's army, but the Governor insisted that the stacks of dogs remain
as a warning to others. And so they did, until they started to
decompose, then they were set on fire, no comment on the smell then.
The only significant news was when Queen Growley Bear wiped out the
Western Empire. JJ was dispatched to York to learn what they could
about the Queen of Twisting Rain.

Chronicles IX: The Spoils of War....

The Jester seeing a need to confer with D. Jazan, commandeered a chariot
and brought the both of them to the edges of Boones. The long ride had
taken its toll on the two men and sat down at the Governor's palace to
part take in some wine, women, and song. Many a wench did make her way
to the private chambers, their wiles such that Gef’Rey the Pious would
most certainly have died of embarrassment, if only he too had journeyed
forth with them. As the evening winded down for the night, the Jester
wandered off with a sprite of a girl as the two older men discussed
tactics and strategy. The spoke long into the night, and only broke to
make sure that the Jester was playing "nicely" with others.
As the wee hours crept over the city, the Jester dreamed of red headed
nymphs and wily bar wenches, D. Jazan slept uneasily. He awoke with a
start, and sought some fresh air to calm himself. As he stepped out
onto a balcony, had stumbled upon a pair or trio of assassins, about to
enter the Governor's chambers. Speaking ancient and power filled words
the Ars quickly dispatched the would be murderers, and having found the
calm he so richly craved fell into a deep slumber.
The next morning, the Jester rose and walked about the streets as he
often did when he was a citizen of Edwardoland. He came upon a healer's
tent, and wandered in out of curiosity. He saw lying there, amid
scratches and blood, a lady of the Edwardoland court, Lady Prim. She
would have been all but unrecognizable to any but the most closely
related to the court. The Jester paid for her care and had her moved to
the Governor's palace to be taken care of by the staff physician. She
could not speak, but in a whisper she rambled on about the flame, the
rocks, and the pain. With time, it was said that she may be cured.
In the mean time, Duke Decker sees his opportunity to seize the vacant
throne. He installs himself as King and moves to have the Parliament
reinstated. He moves rapidly, renovating the army and allying himself
with the local merchants and guild leaders. In less than 3 months he
has all but grid locked his position. Unfortunately, his supporters, the
Magpie Party, have their own agendas and have chosen to tell the King
the truth so that it best reflects their interests. The Magpies have
insinuated themselves very closely to the King, and it doesn't seem
likely that he'll rule against them on anything soon.

When the Jester and Ar' D. Jazan return from the journey south, they
find themselves, rather on the outs with the new political system. Even
the Slah-Kars have made efforts to run an opponent to the new system.


Also, there is a rumor that the Plague Wizard, Ramierez has found a way
to create life from death, and although his first one is a horror to
behold, it is said that he fancies the she-thing.



Coming soon:

**Ar' D. Jazan celebrates the King's installment.

**The Jester loses his mind.

**Gef’Rey part takes in a freak show.

**And the Jester travels to a new kingdom of Tem'pe, in the Land of
Ar'Hizonah?

Chronicles VIII: The World Through Rose Colored Glasses

In short order, the Jester was dispatched to Boones to look over Saing's
army. In the middle of a horrid dream, he awoke with a start, the last
tendrils of images escaping back into the dark recesses of sleep. A
soft, seductive voice whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and as the
Jester is not one to stray from prettied words, he stumbled after them
as though he were in a daze. As he awoke from what seemed an endless
sleep, he beheld a stunning nymph, who sat upon the foot of his straw
bed. Before the Jester could spout a reasonable defense for what must
have occurred the nymph slowly rose and vanished into mists. The Jester
seemed confused and muddled but did seem to remember that he had indeed
been summoned by the Witch Kindle and that she had spoken to him of
prophesy that had come to pass and that which he could not yet see. She
had told him of mistakes that she too had made in her youth, when she
played the fool (as he so often does) and that it was the fool who would
place the King upon the throne. She spoke to him of matters so far
ranging that his simple mind could not take it all in and that some was
left to run into nothingness. Her words on the betrayal of a benevolent
monarch spurred the Jester on to Boones where the thoughts of Saing
undermining the Governor's control disturbed him. As he arrived in
Boones, but the town was not at all the peaceful town he had known it to
be. Refugees lined the streets. Food lines on every other corner. The
Jester gave all that his meager savings would allow him to the starving
wretches of Boones.
It also seemed that there was trouble from without as well as within.
Duhnk, Brand, and to a lesser extent Di'Rand were swayed by a charlatan,
that Gov. Errien was not fit to stand as the ruler of the town. It
seemed that they were so thoroughly convinced that they were prepared to
throw him into the stockades, but the Jester was able, through much
politicking, to diplomatically advice the Governor of his situation. It
was decided that Errien would indeed finish out his term, and possibly
rule for another term, but he may not have the backing of the Ruling
Council. With this slight horror, already smoldering out, there came
one last flame up, as a young rake tried to air out Errien's ribs with a
dagger. Although the assassination attempt failed, it did make the
governor more aware that he had enemies in quarters that he was still
unaware of.
Meanwhile, in another part of Boones, Dar Benedict plots for the moment
when his usefulness will be at it greatest. When he can intercede on
the Damned Queen's behalf and prevent the prophesy for fulfilling
itself. He sits idly by, watching the stars and counting the months
that he has left. He will have his moment, even if it does mean a
little blood is spilled.
In still another district of Boones, Lynn makes her way to the altar to
prayer for forgiveness and for her memory to return. After all that
rubble had fallen on her she had clawed her way free. The muffled cries
from the debris that had imprisoned her, still rang loudly in her ears.
Her only thought was that she had not known those people. They would
have dies very slowly indeed. Who were those people, were they my
family? Or just some unlucky passersby when the building had collapsed.

Coming soon:

**Ar' D. Jazan spoils another assassination attempt.

**The Jester rescues Lady Prim from Baron Saing.

**Duke Decker claims his lands and Baron Saing returns to Gothex.

Chronicles VII: The Evil the Moves to Destroy Us...

As he rode forth, returning to a land he once knew quite well, Duke
Decker marveled at how it had changed so much, as he had. Many years
had passed, since had had last lived here. He had spent most of them
doing what it is that young men should do before settling down and
raising a family. His return was marked by his new marriage and first
child on its way, some rumors say that the former was a result of the
latter... Duke Decker had returned to reclaim the throne that was his
birthright. All that stood in his way was a score of years of decay,
and of course the Baron. Decker thought it best to speak with the
townspeople of Gothex before he staked his claim, as it is wise to
evaluate a situation before leaping into it. He stabled his horses and
family at the Happy Harlot Inn.

He soon discovered that the Baron was away on a campaign to the south
and would not be returning until later in the year. He also learned
that the mage who could, in his youth, summon a magical chariot on a
whim. The Duke had spent many a whimsical day in the company of the man
whom he knew to be D'Jazan. Apparently, D'Jazan had taken more
seriously to his studies and had become something of a recluse. He had
attained the ranking of "Ars" when his mentor Ars MicHurdy, Master of
the Fire, had passed into ashes and took over the Damien’s Library
which had been concealed when Saing moved to Gothex.
The Duke first sought out D. Jazan for advice and guidance. Upon
arriving at the Unseen Library he was escorted to D'Jazan's ante room by a
former childhood friend, Tintar the Virile. Tintar who was once a lady's
man of some renown, went into hiding when several brothers appeared at
his door and demanded he atone for his violations of their sisters'
honor. As Tintar back peddled at the accusations, wildly waving his arms
in a defensive manner, he fell backwards out of his bedroom window.
Landing unhurt, and slightly muffed, he thought "Maybe it would be best
to move, now..." and petitioned to study with Ar' D. Jazan. He has been
here ever since.

As the door to his study swung open to receive him, the Duke saw that D.
Jazan was in a light hearted conversation, with what appeared to be a
fool. A fool that he recognized as another childhood friend, the son of
his father's court Jester. After a moment, the three realized that a
prophecy was beginning to be full filled. Duke Decker suggested private
counsel outside of the walls of Gothex, and in short order the
arrangements had been made. A sacred grove of tree stood not the far to
the east of Gothex and it would take them but less than a day to arrive
there and set up a comfortable camp.
As the sun lay down to sleep and the three men were deep in conversation
over how to defeat Saing, they realized that they were not alone. Dog
sized rodents with men's hands began to probe the camp 's edges. Early
on the men had taken no notice of this fact, but as guards failed to
report in, the concern grew. It was when a skull of one of the guards
was thrown down into the camp as a challenge (or a warning) did the men
react visibly. D. Jazan summoned an enchanted shelter and provided
refuge for the men. As they slept, there were other forces at work on
them.

Far off, standing around a bubbling pool of blood and entrails, Saing
and Ramierez stood watching the shelter.

-"But Lord Saing, they are but three against my hordes of raccoons."
-"I do not care, slay Jazan and the others will fall like twigs"
-"Yes, my lord."

Jazan awoke from a pain filled sleep as though his gullet were ablaze
with embers. He awoke the Jester and informed the Duke to stay inside
of the shelter. The Jester, had in a dream, proceeded to take Jazan to
druid who lived not far from the grove. The chariot was ensnared by
swallowing sand and they had to flee in a summoned cart drained the last
of Jazan strength. Many hours later, as the sun rose, Jazan awoke from
a short but painless sleep and informed the Duke and Jester that must
return to the Library at once, for he was vulnerable that far from his
sanctuary. With a flourish and some regret he left. The Duke and
Jester spent the day studying the weaknesses of Saing and drawing up
tactics to defeat him. After this day, it was decided to return to
Gothex and study maps to be sure of their plans. As they departed the
grove a gentle snow began to fall over the area, it would end four days
later. It covered a man's height in white powder and would have buried
the camp whole.

Upon his return, the Jester left again to Boones to see what of Saing's
army was still intact.

COMING SOON:

Jazan and Duke Decker continued their plans to assault Saing's
stronghold.
And in Boones, and assassination attempt is in the works, the Jester is
summoned to Kindle's haven, and a plague wizard creates an undead
companion?

Chronicles VI: The Horror of Smitty the Slah-Kar

Author's Note:
The following was written by Gef’Rey under the close eye of Ar' D.
Jazan. Further edited by the Jester.


"From the Journals of
Gef’Rey the Pious, student of Ar' D’Jazan,
Keeper of the Unseen Library.

The twenty-second day of Baron Saing's thirteenth year of rule,

It is unseasonable today, and the taint of foul chaos seems to hang in the air. In the interest of history and my studies, it will be revealed to all what caused this taint....

The tale begins some months back, whilst the Jester still dwelt in Edwardoland. It had been quiet in Gothex and the citizens were preparing for the harvest festival, giving thanks to the gods. As acolytes of the Unseen Library, we were heavily involved in the preparations.

Unbeknownst to all, strange events were brewing in a mighty stand of trees to the Northeast of Gothex. There, in a small clearing, lived Smitty, a exiled acolyte from the library, lately having shown a marked degradation in his mental faculties and energy level. Now given to sloth, he spent the majority of his time asleep, and what few waking hours he had were spent in the company of equally slovenly companions at the local free hostel known quaintly as 'Slah-kar's Shoppe/Inn'.

Now it came to pass that 'staying' at the hostel was a young child-beast known as Sykoshia. Smitty was filled with lust for the young one, and after stabbing the barkeep, he proceeded to slake his unnatural lust.

K'Abe, a toy maker and rare patron also fell victim to Sykoshia's unnatural wiles. Much like Smitty, he was filled with an unnatural lust for Sykoshia, and would have acted on it, but for the arrival of Gef’Rey the Pious.

Despite Smitty's state, passed out on the floor and as a failed student, Gef’Rey had maintained contact with him in his exile, and that fateful day had journeyed in search of some relaxation in the form of Smitty's tales of fantasy and myth. Upon meeting Sykoshia, Gef’Rey was filled with interest about the strange childlike creature. Above all else, Gef’Rey is a man of piety and scholarship and his vow to observe and report to Ar' D. Jazan overrode the lust he had felt. However his curiosity won out in the end and he took Smitty and Sykoshia to the Happy Harlot for dinner.

Throughout dinner, Gef’Rey began to realize the true horror of the thing known as Sykoshia. The undead creation had the hallmarks of the Ramierez, a dealer in all things vile. The creature evoked pity and lust in all around it, while leaching the vital energy it required to cling to life. As Gef’Rey recoiled in horror, K'Abe and Smitty fell further into her clutches.

Fleeing the inn for the sanctity of the Library, Gef’Rey related the tale to Ars D'Jazen and a new pupil, Tintar, but received little advice or comfort. Jazan for his part seemed fascinated, but not prone to running off on a whim, for every foul creature that walks the realms. Those days were long past for him.

Some weeks later, Smitty sent a frantic summons to Gef’Rey to come to the hostel. Possessed by the unholy lust that emanated from the creature, K'Abe assaulted Sykoshia and Smitty was seeking assistance in confronting K'Abe. Concerned for the former student, Ar' D. Jazan accompanied the monk to the hostel. Upon arriving, Gef’Rey and Ar' D. Jazan found a buzzing den of chaos. Smitty and K'Abe fought over the creature. Bolstered by the dark power of Sykoshia, Smitty mortally wounded K'Abe while the beast greedily drank the dying man's life force. Seeing the evils being committed, Gef’Rey and Ar' D. Jazan returned to the Unseen Library. Carrying with them the dying body of K'Abe. As they left, Smitty took Sykoshia to the floor and time and again cooled the fire of lust that burned in his tainted soul.

In the safety of the library, Gef’Rey began to plot the destruction of the beast while healers attended to K'Abe. With the aid of Ar' D. Jazan, a potion containing frog blood, snail tears, and an eagle semen was created. When imbibed, the mixture would prevent Sykoshia from feeding. The potion was given to Tintar, who used his glib tongue to convince Smitty to imbibe the mixture. Unable to feed on Smitty, Sykoshia fled.

As peace is ever fleeting, Smitty was ever changed by his experiences at the hands of the undead child beast. Unable to contain his lusts, Smitty joined the Slah-kar, a group of child slavers who operate in the back alleys of Gothex. Choosing a child whom most reminds him of the long lost Sykoshia, Smitty continues to satisfy his unnatural desires."

Upon closing the book, Lady de'Guile reflected upon how much she did not know about the powers, known and cloaked in shadows that ran Gothex. With a new noble claiming a hereditary title, Gothex should become a hotbed of political intrigues. “A fine time to turn a coin or two for rumors. It is best to know who may win a war before you deal to both sides. Saing's rule has been, well...not harsh, but with unholy creatures becoming more commonplace everyday....who wants that kind of a place to live? Maybe a well placed rumor or two will affect the coming war....

Chronicles V: The Lost Gothex Chapter

***Editor's note
This issue of the Jester's Chronicles was provided by Ar' D. Jazan, for your entertainment.


While the Jester was in the witnessing the horrors occurring in Edwardoland, strange things were occurring in the city-state of Gothex. Rumors began of a strange beast roaming the countryside and mutilating cattle. Upon hearing these tales, most of the residents of Gothex merely crossed themselves and muttered that with rumors of plague wizards to the south, monsters were only to be expected.

However for Gef’Rey the Pious, these vague rumors only strengthened his desire to find the truth of the matter. Traveling from tavern to tavern, Gef’Rey gathered all of the information about the beast that he could. It seemed to come out only at night. Though it walked like a man, it had a strange loping gate. It’s face was similar to an ape, but with strange bone-like protrusions on its chin, eyebrows, nose, and tongue.

Most disturbingly of all, Gef’Rey learned the creature had abducted a serving wench from the Happy Harlot tavern mere minutes before he arrived. Horrified that the creature had apparently acquired a taste for human flesh, Gef’Rey at once departed for the unseen library.

After relating his tale to Tintar and Ar’ D. Jazan, the three decided to go on a quest to free the fair maid from the foul beast. For Gef’Rey it was a matter of curiosity, for Ar’ D. Jazan it was his youthful oath to always help a maiden in trouble, and of course for Tintar it was a belief that this tale of bravery would aid him in the bedding of other serving wenches.

Tintar insisted that before the quest they visit the unseen armory, deep beneath the library. Once there, Tintar armed himself with a Japanese katana, a curved short sword from Tibet, a dagger suitable for throwing, and a Gurka Kuri. As was their custom, Gef’Rey and Ar’ D. Jazan went unarmed.

The three scoured the countryside looking for the beast. Upon sighting the creature, it immediately fled. The three gave chase, and after many long hours Tintar cornered it. Using each of his weapons in turn, he injured the beast, while Gef’Rey and Ar’ D. Jazan stood back (as would any wise man while Tintar was brandishing a weapon).

As Tintar prepared to deal the killing blow, suddenly a wood nymph leapt forth begging for mercy. Gef'Rey and Ar’ D. Jazan restrained Tintar to allow the Nymph to tell her tale. Apparently this saurid creature was her mate. Normally, they stayed far away from the Gothex, but she had been curious and assumed the guise of a human serving wench to avoid detection. However, she had been gone too long and her mate had been impatient. He began to search for her, but unable to converse as a normal man he terrified whoever he encountered.
Feeling pity on the beast, Gef’Rey and Ar’ D. Jazan left. Tintar decided to let the beast live. But not before hamstringing it to prevent it from nearing the city again. The wood nymph howled a curse at Tintar for his actions, but the librarian merely laughed, for what power would the magic of a woman have over one as manly as he?

Chronicle IV: Court Intrigue and a Little Carnage

The rains beat down on Governor Errien as he stood on a balcony surveying the reports that his spies brought in. It was true that Saing's troops stood on his borders, but he had just won this State and he wasn't about to lose it to some Undead General. Packs of dogs occasionally ravaged his villages, but they were not organized attacks. Today one of the packs were rampaging through one of the small villas that surrounded his wall. Summoning his long bow, Errien put arrow after arrow into the pack leader until it was dead. He was unsatisfied though, he had put two arrows in the dogs hind legs, then one in it lower back, crippling it, and then one through its left eye. He ordered for any dogs found in his domain to be exterminated, a reward for every dog's skull brought before him.

Duhnk, in the mean time, was trying to understand a visiting noble woman's cultural rites of self-gratification. It was a difficult concept of purification, prayer, and guilt. Whereas in Boones...when in Boones do as the Nobles do...

Vague rumors of Nobles naked and running amuck in the corridors coursed among the servants.

Dar Benedict played with his daughter, as any good father should, reminding himself that this mat be the last few months for him in Boones. His deal would most likely leave him dead or on the run, but he'd have his daughter...

JJ the Red, has kept up affairs on his end. He was proposed to by a charming court entertainer, rumors have it that she was a favorite of the governor's, before her engagement. JJ had no comment on the matter.

While concealed away in Boones, a trusted runner brought a message to the hands of the Jester. As he turned it over in his hands, he saw the seal of Edwardoland and realized that it was the late Princess. As he read over it, he wept. There, in flowing script and dried tears the Princess rescinded her exile notice and pleaded for the Jester to return to her court. Distraught, the Jester fled Boones and headed for council with Lady/Queen 'deGuile. Upon arrival, the Lady summoned the Jester to her and queried him on the condition of Boones and Saing's army. After a few hours of dry discussion, it turned to the tragic days of Edwardoland. She said that she wished that Gef’Rey the Pious had only arrived sooner, she may have prevented some of the nightmares that occurred. The Jester asked what Kindle had sent and if he could see it. Handed the appropriate scroll from seemingly nowhere, the Jester expected to look at it and see the scribbles from before. Much to his surprise, he was able to read, plain as day, with the enchantments
removed, the following:


"Lady of Shadows,

Beware the wandering fool,
His loyalties are not as they seem,
His truths are the torch to the pyre of chaos.
He does not with malice do,
The acts of pain are not directed.
His hand married to a ghost do haunt,
The living will burn and run.
The undoing will begin with the birth of one,
True of heart, and clear of mind.
Only then will the locusts fly from our lands.

Move your agents and bring shadow forth to shroud and cloak our pawns,
only then are we assured.

Kindle"


This was all still a riddle to the Jester, but he felt lighter of heart and returned to Gothex, and the chaos that had occurred in his absence.

**Meanwhile in Boones, a young woman by the name of Lynn de 'Hor began a quest of her own...

Chronicles III: The Marches of Baron Saing

The darkest days were ahead for Edwardoland, unfortunately, no one there knew it yet. As was foretold by Kindle the Witch, wise beyond her years, there was a dark cloud advancing on Princess Thumper Head's lands. With the Jester's return to Gothex, things settled down, until he was summoned to see the Black Baron Saing. Saing held court in a small-blackened husk of a former mausoleum. His power, was rumored to be derived from that of the dead and his dealings with all things unholy.

The Jester's summons did not imply a death sentence, since he had aided Saing in deposing a minor duke some years back, in his youth. Saing was a gaunt man, who rested like a wraith on a throne. His taught visage seemed to age the Jester, by simply being in proximity to the man. The meeting was brief, just a few questions about his former charges, the Royal Family, and the Jester was on his way. As he left, he saw two hooded figures half concealed by the shadows of the court, whispering and chanting to themselves. Ah...thought the Jester, the fabled Plague Wizards, rumored to be brothers. With those thoughts barely crossing his mind, the Jester thought it wise to depart before his thoughts were revealed to those two, they had a habit of flaying their enemies with
seashells and hot coals.

Soon after his meeting with Saing, the Jester made his way to the Unseen Library and the company of Ar' D. Jazan and Gef’Rey the Pious. He inquired about the Plague Wizards, and was rewarded with disturbing tales of carnage and unholy alliances that kept them alive, so to speak. With this news, the Jester issued a messenger to Kindle for guidance. While the Jester's search for knowledge was taking place, a large force of creatures alive and unholy, marched on the Castles on Edwardoland and Effingleer. Baron Saing saw weakness as opportunity and there was a lot of opportunity south of Gothex, if his sources were to be believed. He first rolled over Springville laying waste to all that he surveyed. It was at this time that Minister Brand was inspecting the damage caused to Springville in the war against Effingleer. He fled upon the sight of the approaching army and was only an hour ahead of them as he arrived in Boones. The news of a force that size having slipped past so many informants terrified Governor Errien, and threw the Ministers into turmoil as to how best to deal with this army. Riders came in every
minute or two reporting that Baron Saing was massacring townspeople by the hundreds and butchering soldiers that had fled the battleground. Just as it seemed that the City would have to mobilize their forces, the advancing army stopped. They encircled the Princess' castle and demanded her surrender.

It seems that Princess Thumper Head was too enraged to have heard the edict, because she had returned to her chambers to find Lady Prim, Lady Vase, and Empress Prop 'Hor had all taken up with her consorts, a virtual orgy had been in progress as she walked through the chamber door. As the fight raged on inside the castle, the siege weapons slowly battered their way through the walls of the castle.

Rumors made their way back to Boones that the castle was in ruins. Reports also held that the Nobles had their flesh ripped from their bones as hundreds of dogs set upon them in packs. No one could identify any of them. The Ministers held a moment of silence that was rudely interrupted by a runner baring a message for the Governor. Upon reading the scroll, he ordered Dar Benedict to submit to the camp of Baron Saing. The scroll held the image of Dane Benedict and an order for Dar to surrender himself. As Benedict approached the encampment, he noted literally hundreds of thousands of troops sitting on Boones' north and western ridges. It was a bleak day for Boones. As he approached, the guards shackled him and then lead him to audience with Saing. Sitting on Saing's lap was his daughter, Dane Benedict. But before Benedict could leave with his daughter, he had to agree to do a favor for the Baron.

With Dar and his daughter safely returned to his Villa, he set about putting his plan into action. It may take many weeks or months, but he has his daughter back and that is worth it.