Death, Ducks, and Death Ducks

Events

PC:

Berra Daughter of Jarang
Mellia
Rajar son of Ranulph
Serala
"Qidane"

NPC:

Venna
Devolin the Deadly
Jaldis, High Priestess of Chalana Arroy in Whitewall
D'Val the Sword


As before, the log will be recounted with extracts from Berra JarangsdottiHumaktisaga1,2, or from The Sonnets to Mellia, Sweetest of Healers, White Lady of Esrolia3, The Lay of Serala, Lance of the Cold Sun4, or The Death of Rajar5. "Insertions will occur" in a cynical voice, of a manipulative outsider to these heroics, which is labelled in the literature as 'The Q voice'6. Footnotes for the interested are included at the bottom of the extracts. [Editorial comments will be bracketed thus.]


Bright blade borne before
Berra Brave and Mellia fair
Led great loot from Prax
Laid before their Liege.

Rhino Riders rod reared
in minds, ripped from Razig.
Venna's vaunted vale
Left they valour valueing.

Rode they right, Rising
from Rest Razig with Gifts.
Exchanged staff and sword
Seeing Berra's Soul Strong.

Her friend not yet pressed down by death
Sweet Mellia exhaled a weary breath
For gifts to lost Storm Bull
Did against her stuff of Life most keenly pull.

"Honestly, it's a wonder they survived anything before they had more pragmatic heads with them."

[This recounts the threads of "How Berra obtained Wind Tooth". This is the subject of a longer poem, dated some centuries after the events of the Hero Wars, and by a second rate poet. It should be read only out of a wish for completeness. In summary, the generosity of a gift to the dead Storm Khan was rewarded by a gift (his sword) in return, but only after a few moments of spiritual struggle. ]

With Happiness and lighter heart
She Venna's valewards then did start
And Humakt's sword that burns
To Ernalda's ploughshare turns.

So then did Armies homewards wend away
To seek to fight upon another day
And so did heroes seek their fate
And with Arachne's web another date.

[The army called it a day for the campaign season, and started to split up, to go home. Berra, Rajar, Qidane, and Mellia decided to travel en masse to Boldhome, in Berra and Mellia's case as a step towards going to Berra's home for harvest, stopping at Whitewall.]

Falling in, a bard- heroic strong
And noble joined their throng.
Handsome, sweet tongued, brave
And never called by any, knave.7

His name unknown but clearly great
To so record our heroes fate
And also then Urox's chosen man
From Bison's great but hirsute clan.

[Here the narratives of Mellia, Berra, and Rajar intersect, clearly also with the "Q voice", at the division of the army of Argrath at the end of Fire Season, 1625, to return home for the harvest. This separation of the activities of Death and Life is used by the author(s) to draw attention to the unnatural findings on the Whitewall hilltop later in the works.]

Wyrd wandering
Bison Lord went a riding
To Burn-ed Whitewall

Death lady leading
Brave Storm Bison was bold
Lofty hill scaling.

[Berra and Rajar thought it'd be a good idea to go to a hill-fort city which had been the site of a major massacre, without taking their healer with them. Or checking for rumours. Or scouting ahead. Or…. well, taking a massive number of men. This seems to have been with the intent of finding their respective temples.]

Dead men lay dreaming
Dreams apart from Sword Lord arms
Woken by warriors

Cleft shield of Rajar
But heroes bold blades flashing
Brought sleep eternal back

[The pair of them survived the first couple of zombies, and decided to pull a 'Sir Robin' manoever to return down the hill!]

(the text of this segment is partly lost, beginning mid line) The lady rode then out
Her heart not scorned nor filled with doubt
But with Yelm's most noble Son
Her faultless courage Godlike, won
From many a fight or battle sweet
And wielded yet with passion meet
For Princess, Queen, or Priestess poised
And virtue 'fore her noised
And thus it was it came to be
That she did Whitewall's ruins see.
Full far they stretched across the hill
And 'neath it lay against a rill
The lost rem'nant of lost Sartar
A fairest city fallen far!

[And here we see another common motif of these works, which supports the suggestion they are by a common hand. The Hero, representing some important aspect of the heroic gestalt is drawn by fate to a place where she will meet with her companions.]

[Our heroes got together, and realised things were a 'bit wrong' up on top of the hill. A zombie having shoved a sword through Rajar's shield was a definite clue. The fact that almost anybody in the 'town' could have told them if the fighting types had thought to ask will not be lingered on.]

Waifs Attended him
White and Sun and Sword Ladies8
Awaiting on Wyrd

"Looks like the tall brave hero is found!"

[Q rallied everyone to be full of enthusiasm to follow Rajar to storm the hilltop. Which is when the door opened, and a duck walked/waddled in, wearing the rune of Death on his eyepatch, and an iron sword and helmet.]

Proclaim-ed hero
To lead the storm way lofty
To D'Val he duck'd9

[D'Val the Sword is a Hero of the Humakti (or Hum-Quack-ti) of whom only a fragmentary cycle exists. He is clearly intended to play against the normal tropes of the Duck. The similarities of his name to Devolin, a common clown figure normally played by a duck in the Mysterio Buffo is intriguing, but of unclear relevance.]


Endnotes:
(A) It has been suggested (Fox et al) that in fact Q is not merely a linking commentator on all the sources, but is in fact the authorial voice of all of them, giving a cynical interpretation of the heroically depicted narrative he has issued. The opinion of scholars on this vital question (where they can be bothered to comment) remains divided.


Notable Moments and Quotes

You utter bastard!
(dear god's you bastard Tom)- Rajar's player.

"Whatthhh a Duck got to do to get thome rethpect around here?"- Devolin
"Not be a Duck"- Serala

"After a while you start to smell the delicate eau de campsite." - GM

"He's riding a Buffalo, Bison, same thing."- Rajar
"I believe you can't wash your hands in a Buffalo."- Berra

"Who did she roll better than? Because I've got some stuff to sell them." - Q.

"A Cloak of Elviskind?"- Mellia

"Qidane Spivsson." - Berra

Berra just hangs about looking like she wants to eat swords and poo murder.- Berra

"So there I was accidentally declared to be the Humakti sword-lord…"- Berra

"We've got the band manager!"- Berra, about Qidane

"How big was that guy who was riding the smelly thing I was walking behind, and sometimes in?" - Qidane

"The armour fits me like a jelly mould. I'm a larrrge man, who eats well." - Rajar

"Sniff for Chaos, otherwise chill"- Rajar

"Wise? I didn't say it would be wise. I said it would be valiant." - Rajar

"You're trying to persuade me to fight. I already agreed." - Rajar
"I have a bad feeling about this." - Mellia
"It's important to get public buy-in." - Q

"And that is the point at which the door swings open." - GM
"Spin round. Remembering I have a bard in my hand." - Rajar

"Yes, Praise be indeetd to Humacktd!" - D'val

"Try to remember I have a bard in one hand and an axe in one hand, and which hand is which." - Rajar

"Oh bother. I said Boldhome. I meant Whitewall"- GM

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