The Journal of Ozric Von Harbinger Entry 5

Oh bollocks I cannot find my journal. I had it just yesterday, and now it is gone!

If that little git To’Mas has run off with it again, I’ll feed him to the next Hagrynym we come across.


Cue: Slight giggling sound coming from the villagers huts

Okay so I found my journal, To’Mas had not stolen it, I had merely packed it away with the additional supplies we had gathered. I suppose I owe To’Mas an apology for that, not that he is going to get one!

Entry 5

To’Mas and I stayed in the village with Ana while Viloman accompanied Lord Fitz-Carrel back to his castle. We began by making ourselves a camp just outside the village. It did not seem safe to set up within the village I think To’Mas and I have made a few enemies while we questioned the village elder. It has to be said that I think I did most of the setting up as To’Mas can be a remarkable lazy little man when he puts his mind to it. The more I see of To’Mas the more I am convinced that while he does genuinely believe that he is a ten year old boy he is definitely a Halfling. He also has a bit of a vicious streak when he wants something. Ana had wandered off into the village and was staying with some of the locals I worried about this momentarily, until I saw the bear shuffling along after her.

A couple of hours later Viloman returned from the castle and told us of his meeting with the Baron’s Justiciar (it seems that this is local name for a sheriff) a man named Nottingham. Nottingham informed him of the bounty on the outlaw Robin of the Hood, of some of his more notorious crimes and that he was responsible for the kidnapping of Nottingham’s betrothed the Lady Marian, who coincidentally is also the Baron’s daughter. Nottingham had hatched a plan to hold an Archery tournament in a week’s time, where the prize would be some kind of magical arrow created by the Fay. From what I have observed the “Fay” appears to be the term the Bretonni use to refer to the Elves. Nottingham believed that Robin would be unable to turn down the challenge of entering the tournament right under his nose, and when he does Nottingham will spring his trap and capture the famous Robin of the Hood. Viloman held a meeting with the village elders and heard their complaints. He swore on his Knightly vows to take their case before the Baron personally, oddly this was not received well by some of the villagers.

After his meeting Viloman and I hatched a plan to possibly catch Robin. The taxman was due the next day and Robin has a habit of attacking tax convoys. Viloman asked To’Mas and I if we had any empty chests in our wagon, we did not lie as such as we do not have any empty chests, both the chests we have are filled with gold. He asked us to travel to the Baron’s castle and return with an empty chest that we could exchange the taxman’s full chest with. To’Mas and I set out immediately. We arrived some time later at the castle and were led to the quartermaster. He was a solid veteran warrior and I passed some time with him drinking and swapping war stories. He told me many stories of the exploits of Robin the Hood. The quartermaster does not seem to like Justiciar Nottingham and takes an almost perverse pleasure in the stories of Robin. I would go so far as to say that he seemed almost proud of Robin’s accomplishments. While I had the quartermaster distracted To’Mas wondered around the storerooms and helped himself to anything that was not nailed down. Once we had gotten our empty chest and a variety of other supplies we set off back to the village at a leisurely pace.

When we arrived back at the village we went to see Viloman and told him what we had brought back and also told him some of the stories of Robin that the quartermaster had told us. Tomorrows plan was that we would swap out the chest and then travel with the taxman and fight off Robin if he tries to take the taxes. Viloman agreed that we should camp separately, he seemed uncharacteristically suspicious of his surroundings and asked that To’Mas and I should travel round the village and memorise the faces we encountered, I assume in case the outlaw band try to infiltrate the village on the next day. If I did not know Viloman better I would have said that he seemed to be disturbed by the circumstances under which the villagers were currently living.

Ana approached me and asked to speak to me in private. I was intrigued and agreed, she took me aside and explained that Lucky, who is To’Mas’ dog can talk to him. She explained that she had the ability to communicate mentally with her bears and that since shortly before I joined them Lucky had begun to communicate with To’Mas in a similar fashion. She was worried that To’Mas was in a state of denial over this new found ability and she wanted to approach him and explain that everything was okay and that while this was not necessarily natural it was not something to be feared. But she was concerned that To’Mas would not listen to her and I cannot blame her on that one as when he is being nice he refers to her as “nutter lady”. I said that I would see what I could do and that she should not worry about it. I have to say that personally I think this might be quite fun, I haven’t shattered anyone’s personal belief system since my academy days.

I had not seen Nym all day and he did not return to camp that night. We set watches and got ourselves some rest in anticipation of a busy day tomorrow and possibly some fighting. My dreams were not pleasant though I have no distinct recollection of them I just know that I did not enjoy them. I awoke the next morning not particularly refreshed. I exercised and then cooked some breakfast. When breakfast was ready I woke the others and we ate. There was still no sign of Nym. Viloman rode out to meet the Taxman.

To’Mas started talking about the Nottingham fellow being “bad and that it was really all his fault, that if he wasn’t so mean then nobody would have to poach anything and that way we wouldn’t have to hunt down Robin and give him over to the nasty scary Elveses”, or at least something to that effect. He then said that we should make Nottingham drink the sleepy beer and then give him to the Elves. He then went stomping off into the village to look for new faces as daddy told him to. It’s actually not a half bad plan, the big problem will be Viloman, I think he is likely to see things in the light that Robin committed the crime and is therefore guilty, but we shall see.

I got my stuff together, donned my armour, sharpened my sword, checked my crossbow and saddled the horses. I saw Nym reappear briefly talk to To’Mas and then disappear again. I stood and waited, I sat and waited, and I strolled round the camp and waited. What is taking them so long? Finally Viloman returned with Taxman who was not happy with what was going on, he had a large bodyguard who looked unhappy and a little nervous, I guess he has not been able to intimidate anyone lately and this has put him off his stride. I mounted up and headed down to meet Viloman, as I trotted down into the village I caught a glimpse of Nym racing back across the fields between the village and the forest. Once Viloman and I had changed over the chests we took charge of the Caravan and began to prepare to leave the village. The taxman was really very annoyed with Viloman as he had refused to allow for taxes to be collected from this particular village. Viloman assured the taxman that he would explain the situation personally to the justiciar when they arrived at the castle. So as we readied ourselves to leave To’Mas came out of one of the huts followed by about a dozen others. He sauntered over to us and informed us rather smugly that these villagers had volunteered to assist us in defending the caravan. Viloman accepted this at face value, but looking at some of the faces of these “villagers” I did not recognise them from the rounds of village that To’Mas and I had performed the night before!

I guess that To’Mas is up to something, I had best find out what before things go terribly wrong……

The Journal of Ozric Von Harbinger Entry 5

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