Sept. 16th - a plot update for those who are lost or need a reminder! Journal of mine...I am weary - in body and soul. It is all I can do to take up the pen and get my thoughts written down after the Summer Wars. I am no longer sure of anything. Trust has been broken. Opposing views are crea

"Hail Osterrans, With the misgivings within the orclands, the Khanate has commissioned for more lumber to be produced in order to help the Orc nomads rebuild. According to the town’s governor, several lumberjacks have gone missing within the Miskri woods. For a year, the Chugol lumber mill has be

Kruger took a drink from his tankard as he sat at his shop. Business was going okay but not as good as he would like. That was to be expected though as a lot of people gave their money to Sir Tanos so he could get a cursed sword that he and he alone could wield. The Conscript of the Third Mixed Regi

(OOC) Iv had a background for Ulfrick since i first heard of LARP adventures but never really set it all in stone! its been a long journey since i started the game and decided that sitting around a fire, Ulfrick would look back on his journey with pride. --------------------------------------------

From the Journal of Jay, Shadow in the Grove January, 3rd week, 2nd year Entry 9, 3rd Winter Council It is the anniversary of the founding of the Grove this past Winter Council. Two years ago four of us came together after a senseless war and have been tirelessly working for the people of Oste

*The flowers and gentle rains of Spring spread across Osterra. Those same winds of change carry ravens to the halls of faction leaders - bearing sealed scrolls marked with a raven perched on a sword. Breaking the seal reveals the following message:* Brothers, Sisters - I pray winter has been kind

The Great Mischief from the Swamp A Day in the Life of Jay, Shadow in the Grove March, 2nd week, 2nd year in Osterra After our encounters with the Gray Mercenaries we took a break at Aspen’s Rest. My time with my plants were cut short as we were heading out almost immediately soon after for anoth

I cannot believe what has transpired, but the evidence suggests I must. Therefore, I shall transcribe recent events here to affirm their reality. Perhaps then I can assess my situation with a full perspective, though I can only imagine one outcome regardless of how thoroughly I consider my potenti

A Day in the Life of Jay, Shadow in the Grove July, 2nd week, 1st year A raven had been received hours after our mission in June calling for help from the Guild of the Black Sky. Seeing as how the next step for the Grove was to research and negotiate with this mercenary group I spoke with Gwion ab

May, in the Great Forest of Misriki Well, journal. And so you find me a poor correspondent. So much has happened since last I wrote that it would be impossible, or at least the work of many days, to record all I have missed. I will consign all that to my memory, then, weak as it is, and aim to ke

A Tale of APRIL EVENT: The Siege of Cailenstadt In the world of Osterra, the power struggle between the forces of good and evil was reaching its climax in The Plains of Sorrow. The Obsidian Obelisk, a place of great power where the Ley Lines of magic converged, had become the focus of the conflict

With the coming of the new year and the destruction of the Demon General Ferdinand. Several parchment letters are sent to the Khan's office of messages. A message from Khubudai Khan, a rival khan of the Vidarians. Sent to various tribes around the steppe; “The Osterrans walk upon our lands bringi

( The following text is meant to be OOC info and not to be taken IC. I use these posts purely to summarize Fischer's feelings prior to and post events to give players an insight into how their actions might have affected my character. ) Oct 10th Fischer sits behind the roaring flames dancing in fro

Grayson looked concerned after putting down the letter from his friend, Tanos. He leaned in his chair, a slight creak in the floor as his weight shifted backwards as he thought more about Tanos’ words. What little sunlight that escaped the trees surrounding his cabin danced on the table, illuminati

From the Journal of Jay, Shadow in the Grove October, 3rd week, 2nd year Entry 8 I haven’t spent much time at Aspen’s Rest these past few months. Between the building of a secondary refugee town, Goldenfield, and Fonti’s Fancy, aka the Definitely Permanent Dam, I have been home for a total of

written by Alex Gray (OOC) This character has taken me a while to nail down, and I would like to thank Alex Gray (aka Grayson the Cleric) for taking my character and background ideas and turning our conversations into such a beautifully written story to help describe my character's background. I h

*Note this is a place for in character (IC) role play and discussion. All events described below take place in game, between events. Please pull up a chair and enjoy some mead next to the fire, thank you* + Settled comfortably along the road between Cailenstadt and Trinity Lakes, the Mountain Run

A successful hunt! Grandmaster Artorias’ new organization, the Sanguine Order, slew a vampire with a helping hand from a team of adventurers. We arrived in a small hamlet around midday, and by the evening had gathered what information we could from the locals. A creature had been taking able-bo

Mages learned to tap into ley lines reaching across the realm of Osterra to harness energy. They used this power as they willed. It did not go unnoticed. The Risa Fae, self-appointed stewards of the Natural world, watched in secret for a millennium. What was observed was a shifting, an unbala

A Day in the Life of Jay, Shadow in the Grove Entry 3 It’s been seven weeks since the first proposal of the shop was brought up- I’m still growing herbs in the front and the side gardens while we wait for the resources to be procured and then used to build the Blue Phoenix, Aspens Rest own Apotheca

Jay was slightly overwhelmed with the stewardship of Ironwood but she wasn't going to let her comfortable home life ruin an opportunity for growth. Aspen's Rest had grown to the extent that new flora and experiments needed to be done outside the city limits, so the move was necessary. The starti

*The first winds of winter bear a scattered murder or ravens across Osterra’s central continent and the halls of its various factions. The sealed scrolls they carry are marked with a raven perched on a sword with the following message.* My Friends – I trust this missive finds your people in good he

History of Kharraat Kharraat was once a small trade town back in the ancient days of Bataar Khan’s empire, then called Ankhy Suurin. However, the centuries left it in ruins and disrepair. Only a small tribe of semi-nomads, the Ariankai clan, stayed to man the walls of the town. Even after the fall o

There is much talk about the people of Kuuchin Gazar or Vetus Mundi to Osterrans. As the Osterans become more curious about the native nomads of this land. The text written will contain the histories and customs about the various tribes as an appeal to the Osterrans who have recently become more cu

Part of the Vidarian army is on a campaign to rescue one of the Khan's wives, who has been kidnapped by Bodam Noyan of a rival nomadic tribe. Uses this kidnapping as way of insulting the Great Khan. This has become a rallying cry to other rival clans to align themselves with or against the Khan. Vid

It's been ages since I've written down my thoughts, but I have so much that's been swirling in my mind that I simply have to write it down. Since coming to this realm, I've found myself becoming antsy. Aiding Black Sky in establishing themselves has been good for me and allowed me to see a side of

Much has happened since I ended up walking through that portal into this world of Osterra. It doesn’t feel like so long ago, but I’ve been keeping busy, especially recently, but to get to that I must recount events from months ago. I’ll start in Winter. The Winter Council began well enou

The birds began to stir as dawn was breaking over the tree line. I’ve had another restful sleep, thankfully, and was already watching the sunrise from the small table in my room. The breakfast that I have snuck downstairs to retrieve was all but gone, save for half a muffin and a piping hot cup of l

It appears that my new profession suits me quite well. In my apprenticeship to Artorias, I have travelled more than I thought possible in this realm of ours. After their war with the Order, the Guild of the Black Sky has resumed their expansion into less settled regions of Osterra. While I’m not

Osterra is a new realm, built on an ancient world, with infinite possibilities. We are travelers here, through portals of the imagination, strangers in a strange land, drawn here by magical gateways that transport us from other worlds, from the mundane to the fantastic. These portals are opened