It has been too long since I last wrote to you or heard from you – not to mention that it feels like years instead of months since I last saw you. I seem to have unwillingly started a quite a collection of scars. However I have always managed to back away from death’s door while sending others on their journey. We just managed to barely survive a fight while clearing this land for settlement. We defeated the brigand who has been calling himself the Stag Lord.
It was harsh fight – we saw the fort and instead of being tactical we went with a full frontal assault. While it was the most possible stupid way to go about it – we survived by the grace of the gods. The half-orc who has taken up with us gave insult to the fort and those within poured out before we could escape to a safe distance – so we stood our ground.
I wonder if others from his race have the same mental problems that plague Xavkul? I hope that not all are as seriously impaired of mental faculties. However his bravery and tenacity make up for his lack of impulse control and forward thinking. While he is often taking a stick to a hornet’s nest he does not run when the hornets come out to attack – he stands there taking their attacks while swatting them down.
The fighting was fierce, Father. The Stag Lord had senior men with him including a swashbuckler in magical armor and using a magical shield. He had a fallen paladin with him as well as an evil druid who was full of vile disease. We were triumphant in removing them all from this life as well as most of the henchmen. The fort itself is mostly serviceable – we will have to do much in way or repairs but it is livable.
We arrived back in Isca’s Hold to find a charter waiting for us to start a province for the Crown. It was hard earned reward for me and my companions. I hope that sometime soon we can visit the capital and I can see you and the rest of the family. We are going to have to settle this land and set it up to be a safe and productive province for the Crown. I may be calling on you for advice. I am not sure what role I will feel led to fulfill as we start this. I know what my end goal is but so far the path to it has been very chaotic – but rewarding.
As spoils of the fight – which was won by attacking from prone positions because we were mostly too weak to stand and swing a sword I am now wearing magically enhanced armor and wielding a magically enhanced rapier. I feel a twinge guilty for claiming both items but they were of no use to anyone else in our group. They make fun of my pointy sword – I think more than once it has been referred to as a toothpick. In addition they all wear loud clunky metal armor – so leather armor even magically enhanced is less useful than mundane metal.
I am getting along well with everyone much to my surprise – no one is getting on my nerves like I thought they would. We cooperate well together and have skill sets that compliment one another. I am thrilled to be of service to the King and this land.
I hope to see you sometime soon, Father.