Twenty-first Sun of the Fourth Astral Moon,
There is not much to record for posterity's sake where goings-on are concerned. Eight suns have passed since we reached the Observatorium. Two nights hence found us on the last leg of our journey to our lodgings here in Dragonhead. That we spent half a fortnight recovering was a given, considering the distances involved in reaching Coerthas from Thanalan by natural means. The usual method as employed by adventurers was not an option; several of us had yet to attune, and so we took to our steeds.
Anyroad, we are here now. There is a room set aside for the family, and bunks aplenty upstairs for the rest of the company. There is food and drink to be had, and warmth by the hearth, and many a soul with which to converse. Though the camp itself is sparsely populated, this keep houses most who are stationed at Dragonhead. The Ishgardians seem amicable on the whole, if not overtly friendly. We've had little trouble with Master Gladepetal's... unusual circumstances... but we expect this to change upon arrival in the city proper. To ignore the inevitable would be unwise. He and I have discussed the matter at some length. Measures will be taken for his protection.
Painted Moon for one, perchance. That the Hall sends new "recruits" after us is somewhat of a surprise; that they send us the dregs of society, somewhat less so. We seem to have earned ourselves a reputation. The Dauntless began as dissenters, and said dissenters have had a history of rehabilitation, whether themselves or those whom they are close with. Moon seems a rough sort: muscle, enforcer, the kind of individual that Ki might appreciate, the sort who is in for the coin and not for the glory or the honor or the duty. I do not anticipate difficulties at this time. She is of a sort familiar to me, and though the cycles grow long, I am not so far removed from my past as to have forgotten how to converse with such folk. Matters might take a turn for the worse once she is introduced to Primrose or Grimsong, and I am certain that Korofi will have his troubles, but for now the chain of command should prove sufficient. She will prove an efficient guardian, I am sure.
I cannot abide waiting much longer. If there is no word soon from Evangeline or her knight in shining armor, then I shall take with me those who wish to experience the Holy See and make for Isghard itself. At the least, I should like to station someone therein before returning to Dragonhead. If I have my way, our company entire will be housed there within the next few suns.
The weather yet weighs on us. "Pissing cold," as I am wont to say.
Chief Flame Sergeant
Osric Melkire
of the Dauntless
There is not much to record for posterity's sake where goings-on are concerned. Eight suns have passed since we reached the Observatorium. Two nights hence found us on the last leg of our journey to our lodgings here in Dragonhead. That we spent half a fortnight recovering was a given, considering the distances involved in reaching Coerthas from Thanalan by natural means. The usual method as employed by adventurers was not an option; several of us had yet to attune, and so we took to our steeds.
Anyroad, we are here now. There is a room set aside for the family, and bunks aplenty upstairs for the rest of the company. There is food and drink to be had, and warmth by the hearth, and many a soul with which to converse. Though the camp itself is sparsely populated, this keep houses most who are stationed at Dragonhead. The Ishgardians seem amicable on the whole, if not overtly friendly. We've had little trouble with Master Gladepetal's... unusual circumstances... but we expect this to change upon arrival in the city proper. To ignore the inevitable would be unwise. He and I have discussed the matter at some length. Measures will be taken for his protection.
Painted Moon for one, perchance. That the Hall sends new "recruits" after us is somewhat of a surprise; that they send us the dregs of society, somewhat less so. We seem to have earned ourselves a reputation. The Dauntless began as dissenters, and said dissenters have had a history of rehabilitation, whether themselves or those whom they are close with. Moon seems a rough sort: muscle, enforcer, the kind of individual that Ki might appreciate, the sort who is in for the coin and not for the glory or the honor or the duty. I do not anticipate difficulties at this time. She is of a sort familiar to me, and though the cycles grow long, I am not so far removed from my past as to have forgotten how to converse with such folk. Matters might take a turn for the worse once she is introduced to Primrose or Grimsong, and I am certain that Korofi will have his troubles, but for now the chain of command should prove sufficient. She will prove an efficient guardian, I am sure.
I cannot abide waiting much longer. If there is no word soon from Evangeline or her knight in shining armor, then I shall take with me those who wish to experience the Holy See and make for Isghard itself. At the least, I should like to station someone therein before returning to Dragonhead. If I have my way, our company entire will be housed there within the next few suns.
The weather yet weighs on us. "Pissing cold," as I am wont to say.
Chief Flame Sergeant
Osric Melkire
of the Dauntless
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