Than's Ravings (Comments Welcomed)

[Than]

Night One of My Stay:

It is cold as I sit here in the weakly lit room at the Snake's Bite Inn. Cold air pours through every crevice between the boards as I sit on the edge of the small bed and plot. I stole a map from a young merchant today and have set it up on my wall. Soon it shall rest on the wall of my base camp where my followers may look upon it and see their master's brilliant plan as it plays out. Except for that daemon, she seems heel-bent on destroying my plans even though we only met but hours ago on my journey here. She hates that I've put her into a life debt, a curse some would say. I say it's more like a way to level the playing field. That little creature would have destroyed after my mouth had begun to leak the truth of my full intentions, but now the prey become the predator as I hold her in my grasp.

So long as I hold her in my debt she can do no harm to me, but with words. And her words are weak, if I could writing all the words she said when we first met in this very room to discuss my plan, I call it a discussion even though all she did was sit in the corner and spit curses, I would have three full parchments of curses and a quarter of a sheet of actual sane and logical phrasing. But, that meeting was over as soon as it begun, I sent her on her way to collect information from the taverns about the rogues and rebels hiding in Litharia. It occurs to me that they live mostly in the Southern Boil, a reason for her to search for certain, "famous" rogues living there. But on to what happened after the fateful meeting...

A minstrel strayed to close to the alley behind my room and I took him, both in life and cloth. I do not wear these effects as of now for they are only for my meetings with potential financiers. This city is filled with corrupt merchants, traders, business men, waiting to gain more profit by plundering the Fae's treasure vaults under my rule. Little do they know that the vaults I speak of are few and lack substance, but I haven't opened my mouth yet so far as I could surely loose them in my truths. Ignorant curses, I call it a curse for it hurts more than it helps. To not lie is to not share the same threads that bind all other races to this world. I ASK THE HEAVENS WHO INSTALLED THIS LAW, THIS MOCKERY, THIS CURSE!

But yet, I find that it can have it's advantages. It allows me to converse with the most skeptic people in the world and still gain their support through the mere fact that I can not lie to them. But it can not yet be seen what will happen from it as I go through the night in my chills. I must lay down now, for tomorrow I must go and meet a man about a caravan into the Southern Boil.

Than

[Than]

The Day Before the Expedition:

I sit here in my mother's old house as the last of the important things are taken away to be loaded. I find it hard to believe that a man can not find good company these days. I've lost two of my men because of their ignorance and a few more will most likely die on the two day trip into the Southern Boil. But it will be well worth it once I get there.

During my days of travel I came upon a small community of traders, beggars, and thieves who were all enemies of the Fae Council. Mostly driven out by the very council they worshiped when they were younger. But these people will help me, my preachings stirred support there the last time I was there and now I hope to bring more to my cause.

Tomorrow we leave at dawn to make our way through the forests to the edge of the Southern Boil, here we will meet up with another man who is putting together a caravan. I don't trust him, he'll die before we set out. But soon we will have an army capable of ridding the world of the putrid swine that call themselves the council! HOW DARE THEY RULE OUR LIVES WITHOUT US HAVING A SAY?! Each member is supposed to support their brothern in their ideals, not toss them for their own gain, THEY WILL PAY!

Than

[Than]

Night One In The First Oasis:

I have found a suitable place of residence inside an old tavern/inn on the beaches of the oasis. It is here that I realize what must be done to get these people on my side. I believe it is time to strike a "fire" in the hearts and homes of these scum. These fool will realize the power of Than through fire!

As the night goes on I have set several of my followers to creating piles of kindling beside important buildings. These will take easily to the arrows from which the fire will spread. My glorious revolution will begin in two days time, the flames that burn from this city will prove a beacon to those who know my pain, a beacon of hope, A BEACON OF UNION, A BEACON OF REVOLT AGAINST THE ATTACKERS WHO CALL THEMSELVES MORAL CITIZENS, BUT SCORN CERTAIN MEMBERS OF SOCIETY WITHOUT CAUSE, WITHOUT REASON, WITHOUT AUTHORITY! But they will pay! I have arranged for a group to cover each of the kindling boxes with a special powder that cause green flames to ensue, this will be our symbol, not a man-made thing, but an element, one that can never truly be controlled by mere man.

In other news I have managed to sway another 7 people to our cause and they will join us tomorrow at dawn high noon. Also, one of my followers informs me that we are being followed by someone from that wretched Song Of Heroes. I should have rid the world of them whilst I was still in Spirit, but it would have alerted the wrong people to my actions. I will have to strike them out, one-by-one, or maybe even two-by-two if need be. These are the workings of my mind.


Than

[Than]

Night Two in the first Oasis:

Everything is going according to plan. We gathered another thirty-three to our forces today, enough to fill the tavern. But plans have changed. I informed my commanders today that we will not be staying on another night in at this oasis, we will leave tonight. The kindling is set everything is in order.

We caught a spy today, conversing with Hara in the tavern. He works for the Song of Heroes, it was clear as ox blood on a white rabbits pelt. He gave me nothing to help me, other then the knowledge that Rodi is following me, a valuable asset. However, he remains bound in room eight, things should get hot for him tomorrow. I have full confidence that he will escape and run to Rodi, but he knows not what gears have been turning inside my mind, what errands have been run and are being ran as I write.

After I left room eight I went to the stables and arranged for three of my best speakers to ride out for the next oasis. They're job is to stir support there as well and bring any supporters with them to a specified location outside of the desert. Here we will gather our forces and march to the Northern Tangle, here we will separate, I will lead a band into the heart of the City to talk with the King of Thieves and discuss his allegiances to my army, then we shall see where the coins lie, I have full confidence though that he will follow me.

Hara is going to betray me,I sense, her discussions with the changling just clarify it even more. She resents me for everything I've done to her, but she knows not what this movement will do for my people, for hers, for the world! THE ARMY OF THE GREEN FLAMES IS MASSING TO DESTROY THE OLD ORDER, THEY SHALL NO LONGER RULE OUR WORLD, IT IS US AND ONLY US!

Than

[Than]

Back In The Tangle:

The Boil is behind us, along with that wretched Winter and that foolish Daemon Hara, she still doesn't know that I never meant to keep her till my plans were completed. She was just a play thing, there for only as long as she could be fun and no longer. But now she's left behind with the still burning remains of that village. That's right, still burning, the powder provides the flames with an almost endless amount of fuel, keeping it burning for ages, unless it is covered in water.

The Boil however did prove to be a blessing in disguise. We gained near sixty men in it's sandy depths. And all of them managed to return alive to the Tangle, lucky fools.

While we made our way through the forest I stopped in Spirit to tie up loose ends, hire some help, and retrieve some much needed information. This arrangement has brought the Shapeshifter Duci to my army as a paid associate. I have several jobs for her to do, she is to become my go to girl for anything that requires a special touch.

I did not just gain her while in Spirit, I also gained some much valued information about the Song and the Fae. My informant has informed me that the Song is indecisive as to how to deal with me, but are working incessantly to find a course of action, though it seems their a little tangled up with the humans increased searches for them.

This is not the only information I gained from this venture. I also learned that the Fairy Princess has gone missing, a terrible occurrence for the law-abiding Fae, but a blessing for me. With the Princess gone missing, the Council is in such a state of chaos that I can use this as a chance to claim the Mound. Not only this, but the Humans have focused their attention on the Song, most likely lulling the Fae Council into a false sense of safety, this could be used for our advance as they will not be expecting us to attack. We can only hope that these things remain in effect until the final gears start turning.

Tomorrow I travel to the city, with Duci, in the hopes of gaining the King of Thieves support and trust as well as to send the Humans a message that the Fae will not be messed with under my leadership. With me the Fae will be come strong once more, never to be oppressed, never to be poor, NEVER TO HAVE TO LIVE IN FEAR OF THE HUMANS, NEVER TO BECOME EXTINCT, TO THRIVE UNDER THE GREEN FLAME, TO LIVE AS LONG AS IT!


Than