Tindalos: DM
Apo: V'ram'r - a Drachar
Richard Cunningham: Kerbasi - a Litorian
Carol Cunningham: Faelan - a Sebbecai
Dude: Kileen Pish'ed - a Verrik Akashic

Wherein the heroes have reached the ancient city of Serathis and are employed as guards to a merchant named Rufus.

Extracts of the journals of Kileen Pi'shed dated 16th of Tenthmonth in the year 1759 AD.

 

I rose early in the morning so I could continue my quest for answers to the strange symbols I had found carved in Serathis' architectural past at The Tower of Boundless Knowledge.  A plain building in the safe quarters of the city, full of scribes and seekers of knowledge, by search was fruitless although It was suggested I should seek the wisdom of The Dragon Kovacatharis aka "The seeker".  I returned swiftly to the inn to rejoin my fellow travellers and begin the task of protecting the merchant Rufus' trading excursion beyond the peacewall into "The Slums".

We set off into the slums in a wagon train of 7 other merchants and set up our makeshift marketplace in a clearing among the ruins a short distance from the entrance gates.  Many of the other merchants were accompanied by their own hired guards.  Trade began slowly but soon picked up as word circulated that a market had been erected, all manner of folk who lived in the slums arrived to exchange their found wealth with the items they required for continued existence in this tumbled down place.

Later that day the alarm was raised as we came under attack from a number of misshapen dwarven ape like creatures who hurled javelins into the crowd.  Many guards were injured and died but not without a severe cost to the horde in the great skirmish that ensued.  A heroic defence was put up by all who had entered the slums from the safe quarters, but the number of attackers swelled with out end, the fallen quickly being replaced by two or three more of the ugly hairy humanoids.  A Retreat was eventually sounded by two companies of mounted riders one of Hu'Charad on huge war beasts entering from the north and one of dracha from the south.  As we ran from the battle I swear I could hear the sounds of victory mixed with those of feasting...