Miss Victoria's School for Girls

Rising Stars! Flames of Triumph!

My Girls are Wild and Creative!

Well Hello to you Dearest and Friendliest of Diaries,

So when we last left off you knew that the girls and I were in a bit of a … mood. Shen, bless her, came up with a plan that we might want to get settled down for a rest a bit away from here. So I threw out that I should probably scout in slightly different directions as I’m discovering I’m very adept at going around unseen (well that and I needed a little alone time to deal with my frustrations. I didn’t want my ladies to see me as upset as I’d become, I do love them after all). As the ladies found a hill to settle down on for the evening I’d noticed in the distance heading away from us, yet still in the direction of the army, that there was a hunting party. It appeared as if they were a hunting party from the Dragon-y Army. Definitely wanted to keep us away from them with as tired as we all were.
        Reporting back to the others, we began planning out the best way to settle in for evening and decided on taking turn watches. Starting Grontina, Kynthia, Me, Shen and then Brittanya. Shen also asked if I would set up the Feng-shi of the sleeping bags. I took this as a compliment, though I know some might not. Highest up the hill Shen and Brit-Brit settled in next to each other, Kynthia lay at a Diagonal angle away from them, equidistant from them and me, furthers down the hill, for tactical reasons I set Grontina. 
        The majority of the evening appeared to be… uneventful. Shen thought she heard something in the middle of the night, but nothing of interest ever seemed to happen.      
        Waking up rested and rejuvinated we all set through our morning routines, and I decided to check around the permimiter between rituals. Grontina offered to fix Brit-brit’s torn outfit, but she declined and we all commented on how wonderful her own designs are before we took off on what would be the day we found a true army encampment, and a VERY strange day indeed.
         After some traveling Shen noticed a Plateau with a dusty haze and the other girls said they could see it too (I’d thought they were playing a joke on me, as pay back for my outburst the previous day). I ran ahead on a different path and found that there actually was a Plateau and that it opened up in a U shape leading into the center of the plateu. Oh and there was a clearly visible guard tower blocking the easiest points of access.
        Returning back to the girls, I let them know that it looked like a decent sized and possibly well defended encampment. We came to the easy assumption that it must be a local outpost for the Army. We realized this was exactly what the Govenor (Or is he a Mayor? I can never remember) had bid us to do, find a  place that was of strategic value to the Cultists and their army. Deciding to head for a bit of a scouting mission we circled around to the side of the U shape, deciding to circle around to the right of it we figure a night scouting mission might serve us best. 
        That decision quickly went out the window… as it seemed like an easy-ish climb for a couple of the girls to make. Shen (Kitty Shen!!! So Cuuuute!!) and Grunty decided to take a peak over the top of giant U. Shen stalked over the edge as a Cougar and got a good visual of the encampment and its lay out. Grontina decided to hang on the rocks and watch. Green on dry pale mesa is not a great color palate to play with, I think she made the right choice. Once they’ve returned we took off to find a  place to remain unseen and Shen gave us the low down. The plateau was much more packed on the inside than we mave have guessed. It then came down time to debate our next course of action. The majority girls considering heading back to Greenest to advise the locals so an Army might be sent to amush the encampment. But through perusing you, dear Journal, I reminded the girls that we did have the small matter of finding Leosin before returning. A promise to the boys, is a very serious thing.
        A plan was hatched to enter Plateu U. Disguising Grontina, and making myself appear like a boy, a Lightfoot tall boy with some cosmetic blood added for effect! War-Chic! Together we moved forward to break into enemy camp dressed as mercinaries. With a little help from Shen, Brit-Brit was able to lie to the squad of Kobolds that moved forward to try and challenge our entry. By the Gods Kobalds are sooooooo gullible!
       We thought we had it easy now, well relatively speaking. But only minutes passed as we walked into the human inhabited parts of the camp “Hail Tiamat!” Some guard yelled at us as we approached, and I called back with a surprisng amount of vigor! I really should have taken more Drama classes back in school. Ah well, starting in a lead stage role will have to wait. 
        Shen noticed that there seemed to be an area occupied with mostly Mercs and Guards than say cultists and darkly robed people. Making a quick call she lead us towards them where we could easily lose ourselves amongst the crowd. 
        As we approached the camp of tents one of the Mercs approached us. He gave Grontina a look of sudden suspicion, like they must have known each other from somewhere. Thinking our cover might have so suddenly been blown I ducked around the side of a tent I heard Brit-Brit begin flirting with the man to distract him. Turns out that the this guy was in the rotation of guards who watched the Prisoners! The girls took some time to decide how best to use this information, with Britanya having nearly lured the man to his tent, which one would have assumed would be for… well her specialty, but Grontina sent them back on track.
        Meanwhile I’d discovered that some guards were discussing the current state of a certain Half-Elf Monk. Mondath, had been torturing him. They also let drop that he was of some interest to Rezmir. Making my way up to them I inquired how bad it might have been, and they described with some terror int heir eyes that they’d be putting him up on the cross again tomorrow, and that they didn’t think he would survive much longer. Moving away from them, I hid between some tents and watched the Prisoner Tent for about a half hour when I saw a man with a bucket of water enter the it. When he exited he lamented to the guard at the door “Ugh another one died.” A chance for us! “I’ll be right back to get the body.” He walked by me never noticing me listening as he muttered “I hate feeding the drakes.” I ran back to find the girls.
        Together the girls were deciding on what to do with different strategies they could use to enter the tent. As I returned, and filled them in on  this information we leapt into action. Shen and I followed the original guard to try and hold him up… but it turns out that after a short walk to a lower set of dwellings he’d simply gone to get two other guards to help him carry the body. Uh oh.
        At the prisoner tent, Kynthia and Grontina lead by Brittanya easily convinced the guards that they were there to dispose of the body. Quickly making their way in, our ruse clearly paying off. They found Leosin beaten and near broken. “We’re Here to GET THE CORPSE!” Brit-Brit called out louder than she needed, causing the guards at the door to chuckle at her. Acting quickly they gave Leosin one of my healing potions to help bring him back from the torture, as the possiblitiy that he might be needed for combat still lingered. Now, according to the girls, he seemed almost disappointed that he’d have to leave so soon (recognizing our fine ladies from Miss Victorias), due to the fact that he was getting such “Good Information” from his torturers.  A simple reminder of the fact that he’d soon enough be dead if they didn’t free him swayed him towards reason (Men! I swear!)
        Now I’m not sure I understand everything that happened next. A decision was made to free the other prisoners as well (some of them reminding the girls they had families they wanted to get home to, and a clearly rational desire to get away from the slavery and torture). Which went a little rougher than the rides I’ve heard Kynthia say she likes so much. Removing the bonds from the prisoners, Brit-Brit poked her head out of the tent with a perfect smile “Oh, I can’t seem to it to unlock.” The guard rolled is eyes “Women!”. Luring Sir Guard Idiot the First into the tent, Grontina and Kynthia struck him, Brittanya also getting a solid hit in! But that’s when the now dead Guard began to fall towards the canvas wall of the tent.
        If Grontina hadn’t been so fast on her feet, it could have spelled the end for them right then and there. She caught his now dead body and placed him on the dirt floor very quietly. Again Brit-Brit poked her head out the tent flaps. “Oh, wouldn’t you know it, he seems to be unable to open it too!” Now Sir Guard Idiot the Second proved a little brighter than his dead friend. He called out to his now dead associate, calling for confirmation. Using her Manliest (and possibly quite natural) voice Grunty called out an affirmation that he needed help… and well the guy fell for it (Seriously Men, c’mon. For real real?). You can guess how easily this guy died too. However… thats when things went so far South that Ahm seemed to be the Far North.
        This Guards body fell directly into the center tent pole knocking it over and the tent began to deflate. Grontina lashed out cutting a hole in the back of the tent, after a wide eyed Brit-Brit called out “I need line of sight for a sleep spell!” With a well aimed flick of her wrist, and well said words of power her sleep spell was cast and one of the unseen Guards dropped. The other might have been ready to investigate the sudden hole in the tent, and their falling friend, but when the Tent BURST INTO FLAMES that probably went out of his mind and he began to flee.
        Shen had bought quite a lot of time with our own gamble. Still appearing as a boy, I’d walked up to the guard and his friends. “Hail Tiamat!” I called out to them as we approached. They didn’t seem quite so enthused about the call back given their current duty. It was easy to convince them that I was some sort of depraved halfling (like one of those crazy Tooks you’ve no doubt heard about) and that I wanted to show the “New Girl” Shen, they looked disgusted but happily handed off the task. Feeling pretty good about ourselves we came back towards the tent and from a distance noticed it start to deflate and then burst into flames. ‘Oh. Well. Okay.’ I thought. We started running forward as things really start to shift into chaos.
        Prisoners wer pouring out of the FLAMING tent. Kynthia tumbled out of the tent door, falling flat faced on the ground, and begin crawling away from the scene. A guard running from the tent likely to report to the appropriate higher ups. Grontina, carrying Leosin over her shoulders emerged from the back side of the Tent along with Brit-Brit. The latter two making their way towards our direction. Kynthia raised a hand at the fleeing guard “Approach!” her voice rang out across the distance crystal clear and empowered by her cleric magics. Sir Guard Idiot the Third turned and began walking towards her. Returning to her feet she began running towards Shen who waited for her.  Together again we all began fleeing towards the largest exit. 
        Now here’s another interesting factoid of the day that we all learned at the same time. Taking a quick break to plan our directions I grabbed up some clothes in our flight and began disgusing Leosin to make him less likely to be noticed in the fleeing, Brittanya saw a perfect peice that would finish off the ensemble, it went up in a gout of fire! Some how, some way, Brit-Brit had become even hotter than before and could light combustables on fire with a simple touch. It was the biggest break that we need right when we needed it!
        “Do be a dear and touch as many tents as you can please!” I smiled up at her as we began making ready to make for the main exit point. I really ought to be more… direct in my suggestions.
        “I AM BECOME DEATH DESTROYER OF WORLDS!” her shrill terror inducing scream lead our charge as she sprinted ahead touching anything she could get her hands on. Well why not add a little more dramatic flair? I cast a set of glowing orbs of light around us swirling and chasing us.
        “Tiamat preserve us! The Dragons have turned on us all is lost!” And it was all pretty much a matter of running with the crowd at that point, Prisoners, Guards, Kobolds all fleeing for their lives. 
        After fleeing the immediate vicinity of the camp we realized one of the Prisoners had made a wise choice and stuck with us. Larry, such a sweet guy! … If not a little jumpy, but given his previous few days it was to be expected. At any rate we decided to make with full haste back to Greenest. Shen revealing a new beautiful form of hers, that of a glorious Horse!!! Eeeeee!!!! With some convincing we were able to get Larry to mount her (hehehehehehehehe) and I rode with him (hehehehehehe). It was a long days journey back, but we made it!
        The Mayor (I think?) saw us upon our arrival back, and said he’d have a full meeting with us on the morrow, as the Army he’d requested would be some time in coming (figures!). 
        We talked with Leosin some after that, He provided us with some information about the cult and what he’s learned from them in his time among them, including the identity of the Half-Dragon that had fought Grontina in the battle of Greenest (and that there was ANOTHER one amongst them!) [DM please add appropriate names here, I did not note them unfortunately]
        It also appears that there may have been a hatchery of Dragon Eggs there! Both Brit-Brit and I agree that it would be SUPER cute to each have a Dragon! So CUUUTE!
        Anyway, the girls and I are off to get some rest. And… well I think given the world we find ourselves in the girls and I will find some new resolve and strength within ourselves. Tomorrow I’m going to Pledge to the College of Valor, and I think Grontina said she had a very important event coming up to that she’d like us to know about. But more on that later. 
        Good night sweet Journal!



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