A Report for the Most Illustrious Lord Voldrix; 1st Imperial Naval Marshal, Knight of the Empire, Hero of the Battle of Charleroi
_"My Honoured Superior,
I have the utmost pleasure to report the arrival of the late Lord Chelmsford’s private vessel into our humble waystation’s harbor. I had expected such a fine vessel to be commanded by one such as yourself, or the lesser Ponsby at the very least! Imagine my surprise when a pack of gnomes rowed an assortment of figures to the dock; the small boat disgorged two humans, an elf, a dwarf, and what appears to be a very junior member of the Eagle Riders, replete with fine it and an avian whelp.
I downplayed the abilities of my fine men and laborers, not wishing to appear showy in a report that would certainly cross the desk of one such as yourself. You sir, deserve to hear truth in the plainest measure! Naturally, all of the short races turned out in sufficient order. I find them tiresome sir, but cannot deny they discharge their duties to the fullest degree. A wise decision made by our most impressive ruler Alfred, choosing to bring them into his fold of allies. Won the war by himself, almost! Of course sir, he had fine warriors like you and Sir Ponsby at his beck and call.
Nothing much else to report, Sire. We’ve lost two men to disease in the last several months. The laborers they’re sending us are the lowest of criminals, and won’t respond to fresh air, the chance to serve their Emperor, or even my appeals of personal devotion!
The supplies those itinerant wanderers brought were most welcome; three tonnes of essential medicine, armor, and foodstuffs were taken on-station, all of which are desperately low in light of our continued hard service.
I remain your most obedient and faithful servant,"_
- Squire Arabad, Vantage Rock
A Brief Report on the Reception of a Private Vessel
Two days ago, a small brig weighed anchor in-harbor, crewed by what I can only assume to be five gnomes that are on detached duty from a penal unit; Their rigging was expertly done, but I have received report of over two dozen property crimes; chiefly vandalism and brawling. We took one tonne of non-essential supplies ashore, stocking their hold with water, firewood, and spares for Eynsworth Hold.
However, it was the other occupants that I feel you should know about…
- In command of the vessel was a dwarven priest, from the large weapons family back ashore. The Mosins seem to be branching out.
- A human named Tannen shipped aboard it, seeming to serve no other purpose than advising the gnomes and keeping the elf silent…
- A “Most Illustrious and Esteemed” Ulundo Calrissian hailing from a place I do not recall swept down the gangplank, and did a most impressive job of monopolizing my time and offending everyone he spoke with, almost to the man. He made quite the show of making time with some of our orcish laboreres…
- Sir; Sgt. Wade Neill is with this group. I can only assume that he’s your man, given the history at Charleroi and the days immediately preceding. I respected his anonymity, focusing my attention on the others.
- Some sort of trainee Eagle Rider shipped with them sir; one of the vast Abercrombie brood that seems to be log-jamming trade relations with regards to timber rights in Rathan lands. I know this because of correspondence received from my mother; two of them arrived with a human crew of woodcutters and almost refused to take no for an answer. Were it not for that druid envoy I had spoke of some years back, they’d have trimmed the lot of yew, oak, and elm down and paid mother a pittance. I understand the Emperor has granted the dwarves limited timber rights within our lands, but I’m afraid they’re being abused by select individuals. Several serving here have similar tales…
The only point of their visit that I found curious was the almost-total disinterest in the rest of the island’s facilities; little interest was given over to the rope-walk, the bakery, the ship yard, and the hospital. It’s almost as if they were out here specifically to inspect the human-manned defenses…
I hope this letter finds you well.
Your obd’t svt.,
-Squire Otigon, Castellan of Tranquility Hold
A Report on the Status of Eynsworth Hold, As Reported by Sir Gaurin and Relayed by an Itinerant Eagle Rider
We are desperately short of healing elixers, linen for bandages, salt, and tar. Our rations remain at full-strength, but only by the addition of massive amounts of kelp, shellfish, and what birds we can snare. Several burials over the last few months, one injury and several illnesses. The sailors have transitioned well into their new roles, given the extensive damage to their sloop. Stout fellows, and you’d not know they are composed of criminals, drunkards, and captured Menhirites. The men of the 81st have treated them with respect, and it has paid dividends in leaps and bounds.
The three tonnes of supplies were welcome, but not what was sorely needed. Squire Otigon loaded the travelers with some firewood and water (thank The Traveler for a warm fire on a cold night!), but the potions and armor we requested had been pulled earlier on.
I can only hope Squire Arabad needed it more…
When the late Lord Chelmsford’s vessel slipped in, it’s owners proved to be of slightly humbler origins….an Eagle Rider, some addled elven arcanist, an old ex-sergeant, some dwarven priest and the human sailing master.
They were most gracious guests, far more tractable than they typical gnomish corvette or fishing vessel that slips in. Most Eagle Riders are cocksure, and stand-offish. This one gave every attention to the old eyrie, and was most solicitous when learning of our previous rider’s death.
I’ve attached a dictation of Corporal Stamm, recounting the private vessel’s action against the orcish interlopers…it’s colored with the opinions of a horsethief, but very factual and corroborated by other soldier’s accounts. He says they performed admirably, drawing the orcs into a cunning and inescapable trap.
Meet with them,
- Sir Gaurin