Zlata's Journal

Session 1
Another day on our quest is never simply another day. Today marks a major goal in our vow the circle and capital Woodhope. Always known as the main trade route of this new world, a divider between the developed areas, controlled and maintained by the various Circles and the still developing zones. The Capital was more populous than any other we have seen to date, we plan to stay a week to have Tenua and Denua map the area. Everyone went on their own ways for the night to explore. I myself am going to head to bed early, after all we agreed to meet early the next day to set a schedule for the coming week.

Another day on our quest is never simply another day. At the meeting this morning everyone arrived promptly, everyone except for Morell. After waiting for what seemed like 2 hours, we decided to check his tree hollow for him. No one was there. Coming to the conclusion that he was lost yet again, I had Caleb, my trustworthy hound search for him yet again. I offered his scent to him to help him track, however at this point he may just be able to track him on command.

"Oh Gods dammit." As soon as we arrived to our destination I knew we were in for it. The Woodhope Poleece Headquarters. That idiot has gotten into it again, now we have to find out what it is and get him out of this Troublesome mess, and so we Vowed. Ghalen and I entered the headquarters without Siorra, who seemed to have an aversion to the building, for reasons that would not be clear to me if not for my eyes, ears, and having the common sense above that of a potted plant.

Unfortunately the scoundrel was completely correct to have that aversion to this unworthy set of brutes. Upon inquiring Morell's location, they expediently apprehended and delivered us to Morell to be his new roommates. The accommodations although vibrant and in a central location within the Circle, was lacking in two aspects. First, the room was small and uncomfortable for the now "tree of us here", but maybe even more pressing was the fact it was a jail cell and the idiot had gotten us arrested."Oh Gods Dammit!""We're wanted men.""We're wanted men.""Oh gods dammit. We're wanted men."As we ran from the station the memory of what had just occurred, was fresh in my head. Siorra came in and promptly liberated us from our would be captors. With the help of his crow, and some quick thinking, we were able to leave without issue. With the exception to one key fact, which is the Poleece was assaulted! We left them in the cell! And we are on the run! So with that I return you to my mantra:"Oh Gods Dammit!""We're wanted men.""We're wanted men.""Oh Gods Dammit. We're wanted men."

"Another day on our quest is never simply another day"