In the Begining...
Life in the Forgotten Realms
Enter the Thief
Be careful what you wish for.

The Eleventh Day of Nightal

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Winter in Nashkel is a dreary, boring affair. With the snow comes a drought of travelers. Much like a bear, the natives of Nashkel settle in for lazy days, huddled around small, careful fires and cozy hearths to wait out the Frostmaiden’s unforgiving breath. Without caravans to tend, The Outfitter closes its doors entirely, shifting their focus from business to construction, building the tools and products for the coming trade season. Trappers seldom venture out, the game in the hills rarely worth the struggle. Farmers toil all the same, sheltering their flocks within crowded barns.

The days are long and boring for the majority of Nashkel, trapped within their homes by the weather. Taverns that cater to travelers and traders during The Season turn, instead, to their neighbors.

The beginning of each tenday marks ‘pay day’ for Keira Fischer, a young local employed at the Night Light Inn. During a typical evening of thankless toil, Keira comes to find her coin purse has vanished. A brief, panicked search is interrupted by a new face in the tavern, a sullen Finnly Brogan. When the dwarf confronts Ries Kensiddar, owner of The Night Light, and demands the return of his money, Keira begins to suspect that her missing money might not have been caused by carelessness after all.

After starting a ruckus in the tavern’s upstairs lobby, overturning tables and chairs and enraging a local militia veteran, Finnly leads a chase of Ardis Phell, a young boy from Athkatla who displays a touch of The Art. Drawing her dagger, Keira brings the chase to a quick end, attacking the boy viciously. Gaining the upper hand, Finnly drives the boy into the snow and pins him to the ground, waiting for the Constable on duty to arrive and straighten the situation. Taking advantage of the situation, Keira decides she’s not satisfied with regaining her own money, choosing instead to steal from the boy’s ill-gotten collection before the marshal could intervene. After a brief argument, the Marshal drags the protesting boy to the barracks, ordering Finnly to return to the Night Light to clean up the lobby and to repair the door he broke in his chase, while Keira, quietly, pocketted her new coins before returning to her otherwise boring routine.

Escape From the Mines
"A man is defined by his failures as much as his victories. Heroes are defined by how they take one and turn it into the other."

The Twelfth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

The summer is fast approaching in the town of Nashkel. Seasonal rains paint the horizon in vibrant colors, and the air is filled with the songs of birds. Traffic flows steadily along the Trade Way, bringing a stream of travelers and traders into the inns and trading costers. Local farmers drive flocks of hardy sheep and goats into the hills before the sun rises, and return as it slinks towards the Sea of Swords.

Huddled at the feet of the Cloud Peaks, Nashkel’s iron mine swarms with an unusual level of activity, leaving the town somewhat quiet. The Grayhost family, owners of the mining concern, have put out a call for additional hands to help open a new vein in the mountainside.

The routine of the mining camp is shattered early in the morning, however, by screams echoing through the natural caverns of Hollowdelve Mine.

The doldrum and monotony suddenly becomes a race for survival..

Finnly Brogan

“It seemed like any other day in the mines. Doing the grunt work that i have come to loath. It seems i can never work alone… I have been parked in a dead end with a few other miners, Bert, Keira, and Calli. surprisingly the women have been able to pull their weight loading carts while Bert and i are picking away at our surroundings.”

“From through the clatter of our work we hear something that just doesnt seem to belong… a commotion from within the tunnels. I step away from my wall to see what is going on. Only to find a fellow miner running towards us with a fear stricken face! Keira attempted to intercept him only to be passed along with a cry of “BEETLES”. As the miner ran we lost one of my crew, Keira ran off in the mines in the opposite direction of our enemies. And me without my Axe…”

“Using the only thing I had at hand we began the battle for out freedom we began our assault on the beetle menace. Swinging my pick axe from beetle to beetle sweeping my way down the tunnel I had come to realize that Bert and Calli may be crucial to our trek to freedom… Though I had no idea of the brass they had…”

“I plowed ahead through our foes as Bert and Calli went off to help some fellow miners who were under attack. It seemed as though I had been abandoned. With the floor littered with the bodies of the both the enemy and my fellow miners I continued on my way up to the entrance. After clearing a room of beetles I was finally joined again by Bert and Calli. As I scouted ahead I stopped at a for in the path to find our way full of those filthy beetles. I decided to back track and work our way out in another direction… only to be faced with more fiends.”

“As I fought along the side of the others I finally came to the conclusion that the fighting was all up to me! Bert was able to throw around his fancy magical flashes occasionally hitting something. As for Calli… Lords only know what she was trying to do. By the time we had cleared through to the next chamber I was surprised my pick was still in one piece. Foe upon foe met their end by my pick and I shall forever carry it with me as a reminder of what a little determination and a trusty pick can get me through.”

“We met up with Argum (a fellow dwarf miner) to find her too had slain many a foe. Upon cleansing the area we gave a quick report of what “adventure” we had just taken part in. We were then told to leave. The militia passed us by as we made out way out the open world I had thought I wouldn’t see again.”

“Knowing my mother’s and father’s spirits were by my side through the entire encounter gave me the strength to carry on. My father guiding my pick through my foe and my mother guiding my body from harm…”

Albert Deschain

"It’s barely been 24 hours since the incident and I felt like writing something about it. After leaving the trade caravans I got a job helping mine iron in the local mountains near Nashkel. After working there for a while I got teamed up with a dwarf called Finnly Brogan. I haven’t spent too much time around dwarves, but he seems like a decent guy. He’s a hard worker, but will call out your short comings when he sees them. After working in the mines with him one day we heard a commotion coming from further down the shaft near us. There were only four of us in the area we were in. It was Finnly, two women that I hadn’t met yet, and myself.

Finnly was the first to reach the area where the noise was coming from, followed by myself and the two women. Suddenly another miner came running from the deeper in the mines. As he ran by, one of the women ran to ask him what the problem was. All I heard him scream was “BEETLES!” The woman seemed to suddenly double her speed and pass him by. Finnly and I stood out in the center of the tunnel… and then we saw them. Dog-sized Beetles started coming towards us.

Finnly and I both had our pick-axes from mining so we rushed the beetles, taking the first couple out like they were nothing. The other woman caught up with us after going back into our area to grab a pick-axe of her own. After taking out the first group of beetles we started to round another corner. Suddenly we saw two problems. Number one: three beetles had run off towards two unarmed miners near a dead end. Number two: Four other beetles waited for us around the corner, one of them easily double the size of the first ones.

Finnly rushed the beetles and started to slash at them. The other woman started to run towards the beetles that were attacking the other miners, but at the last second took one of the lanterns from the wall and threw it towards the group of beetles Finnly was fighting. She didn’t aim it very well and accidentally hit Finnly with some of the fire. After helping Finnly take care of the rest of the beetles in that area I went to go see if the woman needed help. Turns out she was better as using her pick-axe than throwing lanterns. One of the men she saved started to follow her around like she was a saint, because she saved his arm from being chewed off.

After meeting up with Finnly again we started heading down the tunnel where the beetles had come from. Eventually we found a fork in the road… and more beetles. After taking care of this group we started to head down the right fork of the tunnel. We encountered more beetles down this way too. Halfway through the fight Finnly and I suddenly noticed that the woman had decided to leave us to fight these beetles and had run off down the left fork. After taking out these beetles I decided to see if the woman was okay. Hearing Finnly grumble something about having to do all the work, I rounded the corner and saw the woman trying to fight six beetles at once.

All this fighting had suddenly brought back the knowledge of the clerical arts I had learned half a year ago. Helping Calliope (the woman whose name I finally learned) take care of most of the beetles, suddenly Finnly came rushing up and took out the last beetles. After hearing him mutter something under his breath, we all decided to go down the left path Calli had been trying to go down. After encountering a couple more beetles, we finally met up with another worker. Argum was another dwarf who worked in the mines, but he seemed more prepared than we had been. He finished off the last of the beetles around this area and told us to head through the tunnel behind him. We ran down the tunnel and had gotten back out into the mining camp. A troop of soldiers from the town passed us by, and a little later the woman who had run off came running out of the mines. She continued running past us and off towards town. Finnly, Calli and I decided that we had enough adventure for the day and went to our bunks."

Escape From the Mines, Part 2

The Twelfth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

The Hollowdelve has become a gauntlet of chitin and gnashing jaws. Corpses rest mangled upon the stone floor, and the wave of enraged beetles seems to be without end. The stench of acrid blood is thick on the air, seeming to make the swarm even more aggressive.


The Thirteenth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Life within the mining camp is subdued in the aftermath of the collapse of the Hollowdelve, and Argim of Stormdown is at his wits’ end. Pressure is mounting on the Greyhost family to carry the village through the coming winter.

Finnly Brogan

“The morning after our adventure in the mines was met with a note requesting us to meet in the slop hall. Well sure as hell wasn’t leaving without my primary weapon… My axe Garaz (Dwarven for fearless). Though it wasn’t much of a battle it still brought back the memories of the good old days… Fighting side by side with my father. They smell of blood and sweat, tunnels filled with the battle cries of a true gladiator. How great it would be to be in an arena again…”

“I made my way to breakfast and piled my plate high… The same refuse they serve everyday. After taking my seat I was joined by Bert, Calli and her mutt. Aside from the attempt to feed the animal I don’t know what to think of it… who keeps an animal for companionship? Its like keeping a mole in my pocket for guidance when times get tough… Oh well. It turned out to be a quiet lunch. The other two really seem odd. The female is quite and standoff-ish and Bert… Well come on… its Bert."

“We were soon joined by Argum who had summoned us in the first place. He told us of the origins of the beetle hoards and the mines quickly diminishing ores. We were then told of the possible lack of provisions for the coming winter. We were asked to join a caravan carrying iron to the town that supplies most of our food… Only to be told we don’t know when we are leaving and that we need training… Seemed kinda pointless to me. After agreeing to take the task we were given a chance to collect our personal effects, given out papers of assignment and headed out for a journey to Nashkel.”

“Town never felt so comforting. People other than fellow miners and plenty of ale to make me happy. The Belching Dragon was just as I had left it… But less blurry and spinning. I took it upon myself to find Kiera at the Nightlight. Upon arrival I met up with Ries and told him of Kieras sticky fingers and lack of courage to face out buggy foes. We later found she had stolen from Ries as well and were offered a silver piece to bring her back. I did a fair bit of searching before I got bored and weirded by Bert and Calli following me everywhere… not to mention that weird dog…”

“After going to meet the mayor (who wasn’t there… Sheesh) we were sent to the barracks for future orders… "

Albert Deschain

"I woke up this morning to find a note telling me to meet in the mess hall and await further instructions. I decided to put my armor on and bring my spear. By the time I got to the building I saw Finnly already sitting at a table with a plate piled high with food. I grabed a little bit of food and sat down at the other end of the table. A short time later Calli came in followed by her wolf. I don’t know much about my insect slaying companions, but they both seem okay.

Finnly decided that it was a good idea to throw some buscuits and gravy down on the floor near the wolf. The wolf licked up all the gravy, but left the buscuits. Finnly decided not to let anything go to waste and picked the food back up. Eventually we were joined by Argim.

After chastising Finnly about throwing food on the ground he began to tell up why the beetles had entered the mine. It seems that one of the sons whose family is paying for the whole mining operation was down in there mining with us. He was in a cavern with Argim when they found a wall that didn’t seem to sturdy. Argim told him to leave it alone, but the child didn’t listen. After picking at it suddenly a tunnel opened up and beetles came rushing out.

Then Argim told us why we had all been gathered. Considering how we were able to protect ourselves against the sudden attack of beetles we were being considered for a job. The trade caravans that had been normaly coming to the town of Nashkel had suddenly stopped and they were going to send a caravan of their own to find out what the problem was. Each of us were given a piece of paper stating that we were that ones being sent to help out and that we should go down to the town ASAP. After dismissing himself we all decided to go back to our bunks and gather all our items. Meeting back up we made our way to town.

Once making it to the outskirts of Nashkel, Calli left our group to head back to her house which happened to be somewhat close to town. I decided to stick with Finnly because he seemed to know where he was going. After stopping off at every taverns he saw we stopped off at a little place called the NightLight. Finnly walked right up to the counter and when the owner turned around he sent a glare right at the dwarf. While they were having a small heated conversation, I noticed that the barmaid working there was the woman from the mines yesterday who ran away at the mention fo the beetles. Finnly told the owner that the woman(whose name I heard was Keira) had run out of the mines and he suspected her of being a thief. He mentioned that the owner might want to count all his money and see if there was any missing.

After the owner left us, Calli finaly joined back up with us and Finnly started to tell us about how he had first met Keira. While he was explaining the barmaid took notice of the story and ran upstairs. The owner came back and started to look for her. After realizing that she had left the building, the owner told us that if we could find her there would be a reward. The three of us set out to find her, but we found no trace of her. We probably could of looked harder, but personally I didn’t care. I didn’t know the woman, so she was of no concern to me.

After a while I noticed that Finnly seemed kind of annoyed that Calli and I were following him, so I decided to check out the weapon store. Eventually leaving I realized that I should check in with the mayor and made my way to his estate. When I got there I saw that Finnly had talked with his aide about the whole situation and got him to stamp our papers. We were then sent off to the barracks for training….. whatever that means."

The Elmhollow Goblins, Part 1

The Thirteenth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Sergeant Lena Doran has a reputation as an expert tracker and as the militia’s resident tactician. However, she’s also well-known for being aloof and unforgiving. Intollerant and short-tempered, scuttlebutt in the militia barracks is that she’s sent into the hills as much to get her away from the other men as to use her skills to their fullest.

Which, obviously, makes her the perfect babysitter.

Being torn away from her observations of the gnolls to the west to hunt goblins in the southern hills seems like a waste of her tallents, until her reluctant group of scouts is attacke a scant handfull of miles outside of Nashkel.

Finnly Brogan

"After arriving at the barracks we were told to meet with out new leader Sgt. Lena Doran. We wandered out to the stalls to find her hard at work and none interested in her new recruits. She seems rather blunt and unforgiving. I happened to notice something odd about the left side of her face… as if she has seen the business end of a war hammer or the wrong side of a trap or something. We were reluctantly accepted and told that we should pick up some tokens for supplies and stock up on any odds and ends we may need.

After getting some supplies I made my way to a large tree in the park. I planted myself there for a time of reflection and meditation. I removed a steel chain from my neck that held my mother’s and father’s wedding rings and prayed for their guidance and protection on my next journey. Mentally preparing myself for what lays and revisiting my fathers fighting techniques, I enjoyed the silence. I was soon joined by my fellow adventurers. There is no need for them to know what I was doing so I quickly turned away and placed the rings back where they belong… Close to my heart where they belong.

We made our way out of town with Lena to a destination only she new. It was a quiet hike into the evening over the hills of our lands. We were told that there have been issues with goblins recently and it was going to be our duty to locate where they were coming from. The cool crisp air was a refreshing change from the dank mines. As the sun slowly set we were joined by the moon and Winterflame… No matter how often I see it, Winterflame is always a sight to behold.

We soon came to an area with a few trees and a clearing to set up camp. We did out part to supply firewood and prepare the area for the night. Lena soon gave out our watch duties and set out to sleep. The tents pitched and a fire burning we turned in. Calli took the first watch (which I assume was uneventful), Lena the second, the third was mine and Bert took up the final watch…

While dreaming of my past adventures I was rudely awoken. I grabbed Garaz and burst from my tent to find Goblins had ambushed us as we slept! Taking in my surroundings I found we were missing Lena. Not knowing if she were taken off or was out scouting I made my way towards the closest fiend to me. Through one of my strides I was struck in the arm by an arrow. Not knowing where it came from I decided to slaughter the beast in my sights. I lifted my axe high and led it straight through the first goblin cleaving him into two bloody halves.

Making my way towards the next goblin I was again struck by a mystery arrow… this time it gave the position of the archer away. I took my second wind and attacked my next victim as my friends fought fiercely around me. Garaz finding its way into my foe a few times made quick work of the goblin… Garaz has rarely let me down and this time she has found her mark each and every swing.

I made quick work of the warrior and the archer never knew what I had in store for him. I finished with my second kill and rushed towards the archer taking a swing at him. I took no time to connect my second strike to the foes neck. After he hit the ground I took my rage and pulled his head from what remained of his neck and made my way back to the center of our camp to take up another fight. When I reached what used to be our fire I rose the goblins head with a mighty roar of victory. The remaining goblins fled and one met his end from Calli’s wolf. When we were sure we were out of trouble I turned to find Lena standing in front of my tent. The fleeing goblins had given us a direction to hunt them.

Turning to Lena I told her of their direction flight. After a unthankful response I dropped the goblins head at her feet and pushed my way passed her to my tent to tend to my wounds… Maybe I can get some sleep now… No matter how painful it may be, rest will be well welcomed."

Albert Deschain

"Making our way to the barracks of the city guard was, we were told to report to Sergeant Lena Doran. We made our way out to the courtyard and found her near the stalls. She looked us over and with what I thought was a disapproving look told us that we were to leave with her just before dark. She then told us that we could get some wooden tokens from inside the barracks that could be used in exchange for buying any items we might need for our trip.

I decided to get a tent, a hooded latern, and some extra rations. Also I got myself a chess set, but had to spend my own money to get it. We all met up at one of the gates leading out of the city. I noticed that Finnly was already close by, sitting at the base of a tree. After rummaging through his pack he got back up and walked over to us. With a nod to the guards Lena led us out into the wilderness.

After walking a couple of hours the full moon came out, along with the bright Winterflame. I always stared in wonder when I saw it. At the rise of a hill Lena asked us if we had read any of the note on the city bulletin board. I had only been in town for a few hours and hadn’t even thought of checking it. Lena told us that there had been wandering bands of goblins causing trouble and that we were to figure out why they had suddenly appeared. We walked for a couple more hours and then Lena decided to make camp. As we set up tents, Lena started a fire. After deciding on who would take each guard shift I made my way to my tent.

The next thing I knew I heard Calli screaming for me to wake up. Grabbing my spear I rushed out of my tent. Suddenly I could smell the sweat of my companions, the blood of goblins, and what smelled like burnt jerky. I turned towards the first goblin that I saw slinging some of my clerical arts at it weakening it for Calli to take the final blow. I saw another rush up and decided to let my spear have some fun. The goblin and I exchanged blows and suddenly I heard a blood-curdling roar from Finnly.

The goblin decided that he didn’t want to be around us anymore and ran off into the bushes faster then I could chase him. Making it back to camp I saw Finnly point the direction they fled to Lena. He then dropped a severed goblin head at her feet and grumpilly made his way back to his tent. Remind me never to wake a dwarf from his beauty sleep…."

The Elmhollow Goblins, Part 2

The Fourteenth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Two goblin trails lead away from the camp; survivors of the previous night’s raid. A half-day’s worth of tracking leads, eventually, to a narrow cave carefully hidden in the hillside, beneath an ancient rockslide. There is no resistance waiting at the door—a sure sign that these goblins are either poorly organized or spread too thin to maintain a proper watch.

Finnly Brogan

"After the battle I took over my shift on watch. The rest of the night went by uneventful. After the sun rose we packed up camp and started looking for signs of where our foes had gone. Lena was able to find a path and was examining it when I approached. We chatted for a bit when Calli joined us. Apparently she has a background in tracking and stuff like that. We came upon two possible paths that we could track. She was able to pick up a pretty solid trail that we followed for most of the day.

At the end of our trek we came upon a cave in the hillside that was home to our foes from the night before. It seemed like a good idea to investigate and possibly take revenge for the ambush we fought through. As we entered the cave I had the others stay behind while I searched the cave ahead. I was able to see pretty well but not well enough, I ended up stepping on a false canvas floor that gave way to a pit full of wooden spikes. Luckily when I fell my armor deflected the spikes and I managed to escape mostly unharmed.

I managed to make my way out I went back for the others. Seeing as how I found the trap the hard way it was a little easier going for the others. As we were trying to figure out how to get across the pit we saw small grooves and hand holds along the cave walls. I was able to use these to cross successfully. once I was on the other side we came upon the fact that a wolf cant cross like humans can… After some thinking we came to the conclusion we would stretch one of our tents across the pit and have the wolf cross over the tight surface.

Lena took her tent out and tied a rope to one of the corners and started her way to the side I was on. As she shuffled her way over she fell into the pit. I got my rope out and pulled her up to safety. With her on my we took up our corners of the tent and Calli and Bert too up the other corners. It took a little persuading but the wolf crossed over to find a treat waiting for it. With that out of our way it was Calli’s turn over. After her successful crossing Bert was next… A little less lucky than Calli. He too fell into the pit and injured his leg. I tossed my rope down for him to climb his way out but it was not fruitful. I had Bert tie a loop at the end of the rope and put his foot through so we could pull him out. After his escape he did some work on his leg and was back to working order.

As we came around the bend passed the pit I came very aware of a goblin jumping around in front of yet another pit! I took it upon myself to dispose of this wretch and charged directly at him. Upon reaching him I body checked him into the pit below just as his cohort on the other side threw a torch into the fluid below setting it ablaze. My victim fell right into the flames. We all started attacking the goblin on the other side as the burning one fought his way out of the pit. After a while the smoke started filling the tunnel and we lost sight of the second foe. I took it upon myself to hurl a rock at the flaming mess of screams. The rock came crashing into his skull and he fell to the floor dead!

As the pit burned Calli and I decided to get the canvas from the bottom of the first pit. We took it to a pool of waste and soaked it to toss on the flames. It successfully put some of the flames out and we made our move to get the planks in the fluids below. As we lowered Calli in she fell with a splash that submerged the wet canvas and set the pit aflame again! I fell in attempting to pull her to safety ad we both started to burn as we tried to escape. After making our way out we both doused ourselves in the pool of waste. I decided I would try make foot holds to make our way across when we fell under attack yet again!

Calli fought the goblins on the other side Lena used the distraction to attach a rope to an arrow and shot the floating planks below and pulled them from the flames. Through the onslaught of arrows from the goblins I placed the planks in the grooves at the edge of the pit and made my way to the other side to spatter the remaining goblin against the wall.

While the others were making their way over I spotted an alcove in the cave with a lone goblin warming himself by a fire. I ran in and to slay him and was successful. Little did I know there were 4 others waiting in there fore me. My fellow adventurers made their way over to help with the battle. I killed off 2 of the attackers and the others were killed off by one of my friends. After wards we took a little break to re strategize."

Albert Deschain

"After the nighttime ambush of the goblins, Finnly took his turn on watch and then it was mine. Both of us were relieved that it was uneventful. After packing up her tent, Lena started walking towards where the goblins had retreated. Finnly was the first one to join up with her, followed by Calli and myself. Lena spotted thier tracks, but was having a little trouble every now and then. Calli offered to try and help, which turned out great because within a couple of hours we found ourselves standing in front of a cave. The entrance was barely hidden by bushes and there was no guard on duty.

After entering the cave, Finnly told us to stay back and let him do a little bit of scouting. Since most dwarves do work underground, it was understandable that he would have better eyesight in the cave. After what seemed like forever waiting at the entrance, Finnly came walking back around the corner with an unhappy look on his face. He told us that there was a pit of spikes further in the cave that he hadn’t spotted in time and fell into it. His armor had taken most of the blow. We went down the tunnel until we ended up at said pit.

Once we got to the pit, I decided to pull out my hooded lantern to help light the place up a little. With the extra light we noticed footholds on both sides of the pit that could be traversed to the other side. Finlly decided to be the first to cross. After sucessfully making it Calli suddenly brought up the problem with how the wolf was going to be able to get across. After thinking for a while, Finnly came up with the idea to climb down into the pit and grab the canvas that had covered the pit in the first place. Lena decided that instead of risking someone getting hurt by falling in that we would use her tent.

We tied rope onto the corners of her tent. After throwing one of the ropes to Finn, Lena started to cross the footholds. She had a little trouble and fell into the pit, but barely got hurt. After Finnly helped her out, we all pulled the corners taut and tried to get Leah to cross. After coaxing the wolf with some jerky in his pocket, Finnly was able to get her to cross. Calli made her way across the footholds with no problems. I wish I could say the same for myself. I slipped trying to cross the footholds and fell into the pit twisting my leg in the process. Finn threw a rope down to me, I tried to climb up but was unsucessful. Finn told me to tie a foothold into the rope and he would pull me up. I did as he said and got out of the pit.

I used my knowledge of healing to fix my leg and was ready to continue. We slowly rounded a corner and came upon another room. I decided to put my lantern at only half-light, so that we wouldn’t be seen as easily. The first thing we spotted was a stream that went from one wall to the other. The stream smelled like goblin waste, which isn’t very different from what they normally smell like. After taking a couple steps into the room Finnly spotted a goblin at the far end of the room with it’s back to us. We also noticed that the goblin was standing by another pit and was screaming at something at the other side.

Deciding to take advantage of the situation, Finn ran as fast as he could and slammed into the back of the goblin. The goblin went flying into the pit, when suddenly flames burst out of the pit. Calli, Lena and I rushed towards the pit and found that another goblin was on the other side. Suddenly he pulled out a crossbow and started launching bolts at us. Calli and I started to retaliate, her with arrows and myself with my clerical “magic.” After a while the smoke from the fire made it hard to attack our foe and he was able to slip away. The goblin that had fallen in the fire had finally gotten out and Finn threw a rock at it. The creature crumpled to the ground and stopped moving.

After sounding a triumphant cry for killing the goblin with a rock, though personally I think it was more from the fire, Finnly decided to see how we were to cross this pit. There were notches around the sides of this pit also, but they were too small to be footholds. We also noticed a couple of planks in the pit, but couldn’t reach them from where we were. Finn and Calli thought that the canvas from the first pit might be used to get to the planks. As they headed towards the pit I noticed that compared yesterday Sergeant Doran wasn’t looking very well, but decided not to say anything. The two came back and soaked the canvas in the waste water. Then they threw it down into the pit causing the flames to douse out around it.

Calli voulunteered to be lowered down onto the canvas to grab the planks. After landing on the canvas, something happened that we didn’t forsee. The canvas sunk under Calli and the flames rose back up around her. When Finnly tried to pull her back up, he was suddenly pulled into the pit also. Grabbing onto the rope, I held it steady for them to climb up it and they both ran straight for the water to douse themselves out. Finnly then decided to try and carve out bigger notches on the sides of the pit so that we could cross. After he had made a little progress suddenly a crossbow bolt flew by him. Our goblin had come back, and as we looked through the smoke we saw that he had brought friends.

Finnly backed away from the pit as Calli and I tried to attack goblins. After the first one was down I backed up so that Lena might be able to get a few shots in with her bow. Instead of shooting the goblins, Lena tied a rope to an arrow and shot it down to the planks. Realizing what she was doing I helped her pull the plank up and then placed it in the water to get the flames off of it. As she took a shot at the second plank I noticed that one of the goblins was having trouble with his crossbow and was having to fix it. After getting the second plank up and into the water, Finnly started to line the planks up diagonally across the pit.

The goblin with the malfunctioning crossbow noticed what was about to happen and ran away down the tunnels to the right. The other goblin barely knew what happened after Finnly placed the second plank and then charged. After slicing the goblin in two, he headed down the tunnels to the left. I heard battle coming from the left after I crossed and ran into the room down that tunnel. Finnly had gotten himself into a battle with some decently armed goblins, but with the backup that suddenly appeared we were able to take them out. Noticing that there was only one way in or out of the room we decided to take a much needed rest to get ready before continuing through the caves."

The Elmhollow Goblins, Part 3

The Fourteenth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 14151

The delve has been grueling. Treacherous pits drop at random intervals, and around every corner, goblins fight tooth and claw to defend their lair. But for all the goblins, signs abound that the goblins weren’t quite ready to defend against an invasion. Under her breath, Lena Doran notes that there are no females or young within the lair, hinting that perhaps the tribe was in the middle of moving in.

While it’s not clear what purpose the goblin chieftan intended for the large stone brazier in the center of what can only be called a temple, or alter, it’s clear that it wasn’t crafted by goblin hands.

But the larger concern is the disembodied shadow that bursts from the flames, filling all within the room with a sense of icy dread…

Finnly Brogan

"We took a brief rest in the dead end off the main tunnel. While the others took their time to sit and recover, I took it upon myself to hack of some goblin heads… who knows when they will come in handy. I temporarily tied them to a belt loop for future use. Several minutes go by and the others have finished up their rest and joined me on my journey through the remainder of the tunnels.

Alas we have come upon ANOTHER PIT!!! I can tell you one thing, this dwarf does not like pits!!! To our surprise there was yet ANOTHER goblin on the other side too… This time he fled instead of putting up a fight. I decided to cross this pit easier than the past two. I ran back and grabbed a plank from the flaming pit of not so goodness and laid it across the new one. We successfully crossed to find… yeah you guessed it… another pit.

This time we found there were to little filthy beasts on the other side cutting at the ropes that would aid out crossing. I too this as my first chance lob a head at our foes. I heaved one of the sticky heads at the sharpshooter and successfully startled him. The other however could have cared less and continued hacking the ropes down. Lena and Calli started the assault on the goblins as I tried to figure out how to cross to the other side.

I swiftly used one of the ropes to climb into the pit as my companions continued their assault. When I landed at the bottom of the pit I scrambled to the other side and used some one of the discarded planks on the pit floor to cause a distraction. As I grabbed a plank I hurrled it up out of thi pit in hopes of hitting one in the head. Luckily my hit landed but didn’t have much effect. I took this opportunity to hide against the pit wall untill I knew the area was clear enough for me to climb out.

Little did I know it wasn’t the goblins that I needed to worry about… While checking to see if the coast was clear I was brutally attacked by a member of my own team!!! I don’t know if it was a show of her “impressive” skills or if it was the goblin stench getting to her, but Calli managed to shoot me in the back of the head with an arrow! Thank the Gods I had my helmet on otherwise I would have been a very grumpy dwarf… Ok I was still grumpy. I turned and hurled some insults at the girl and returned the arrow to its rightful owner… though I think I may have hit her with it in the process.

With the goblins clear of the pit I clamored out and made my way to the bend in the tunnel to see what was awaiting our arrival. Several goblins were standing ready to attack. At that note I dove back into my pit seeing as how 4 goblins are more than one me. While hiding Bert and Calli came back from retrieving some planks for the wolf to use for crossing the out current obstacle. The propped the planks on the floor and the pit wall. Being excited to battle I made the attempt to climb up the ramp and fell… multiple times. I then figured it may be smarter to climb the rope and let the others figure their own way out. Lena was quick to follow and join the battle.

We cleared the following cavern and proceeded into a side tunnel. I snuck around the bends to find a couple goblins standing around in a larger room that had bedding laid about the floor. Taking this as the last chance to have some fun I hurled the remaining charred goblin head at them to be met with delightful screams of terror. Thinking it would be a good idea to try to scare the wits out of them I released a huge roar only to get a response from more goblins than I had originally seen. We slaughtered the stinking wretches and cleared out the room and took another rest.

After our breather we left the room and moved on towards what I assumed to be the end of our excursion in the cave. We passed through a broken down wall into tilled room that had pillars supporting that vast caver ceiling. In the middle of the room was brazier with flames burning high. With further investigation it was also filled with goblins. As I began my attack we were soon surrounded by a black fog. By the flames was a goblin shaman casting a spell of seeming blindness. Cleaving through a few minions I made my way to the shaman and released all the rage and fury I could muster. While I was near the brazier a cold dread fell upon me, a strange pull grasped my insides from a creature unknown. With several swings of my trusty axe the shaman fell to his death and my companions finished up the cleansing of the chamber.

We took the down time to search or dead foes and gain more knowledge of the strange room we had stumbled upon. I searched the shaman and found a stash of gems and a ritual dagger. While examining my new riches we were ambushed by a shadow that leapt from the flames in the room! The creature put up a fierce fight before vanishing into thin air. As we searched the room the fiend returned to sight and made an attack on us. The shadow charged Burt for what I thought was an attack when it seemed to jump straight into Berts soul.

Bert began acting very odd. What in the world happened? I slowly approached Bert with my axe held at the ready. Trying to figure out if Bert was safe to be around. I asked Bert of his trust in me and was given an approval. I took his hand and pierced it with the dagger I had found. I held his hand over the fire and let several drops of blood drop to the flames… To be quite honest I wasn’t expecting to learn anything from this I just wanted to stab the man. By dripping his blood into the flames it made it seem as though I had a reason behind it. But with the unknown of the response to the shadows possession of Bert I will keep that to myself.

Hopefully Bert will be alright. Only time will tell what will come of this strange event."

Albert Deschain

"What seemed to be the smallest bit of rest was soon over for us. We started to head out of our cavern room and head down the rest of the tunnel. Finn decided that it might be fun to carry around two severed goblin heads and tied them to his belt. After turning a corner we found yet another pit. this one though seemed to still be in the process of being made. We decided to make it a little easier to cross and grabbed one of the planks from the fire pit to use on this new one.

After crossing this pit we found yet another pit, though this one was considerably larger than the rest. There were ropes tied between the two sides of the pit. We suddenly saw that on the far side of the pit, the ropes were being cut by a couple of goblins. Finnly decided to chuck one of the severed heads at them. One of the goblins freaked out at the sight of it, while the other one wasn’t fazed at all. Lena and Calli started firing arrows across the pit trying to take them out before the ropes were cut. Finn decided to cut a rope from our side and climb down it before heading over to the far end of the pit.

Hiding out close to the goblins seemed to work for Finnly pretty well as neither of them could get a shot from where they were standing. Finn was hiding by a couple of wodden planks, and threw one up at the goblins. It missed, but Lena and Calli were starting to take care of them. Suddenly one of Calli’s arrows misfired and hit Finnly in the back of the head. He turned around and threw the arrow back at her. I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breath. I know that we were in the middle of battle, but seeing my companions do stuff like that always put me in a good mood.

After taking out the the goblins, we had to figure out how to get across this pit. Calli and I decided to grab the plank still left at the fire pit and the the one we had brought to the pit afterwards. We placed them together and made a ramp for Leah to go down. We then made the ramp on the other side, which Finnly decided to try and climb first. He slipped a couple of times and then used a rope dangling from the side of the pit instead. We suddenly heard Finn curse under his breath and the sounds of many goblins. Lena climbed the rope after him and then we were able to coax Leah up the ramp. Calli and I each made it up the ramp and helped finish off the goblins with our companions.

We saw two ways to go from this room and decided to take a side tunnel. At the entrance Finnly decided to go in before anyone else and threw the second severed head into the tunnel. We heard the scared screams of goblins coming out from the other side of the tunnel. Finn tried to roar as loud as he could to intimidate anything in there, but more yells were sent back. We made our way into the room and took out the small band hiding in that room. We decided to take another small rest before heading back and trying the other tunnel.

We backtracked into the last room and went down the second tunnel. Suddenly we saw a break in the wall that opened up into a bigger room. This room was different from the rest of the cave as the florr was covered in tile. There were also four tiled pillars around the room. A stone brazier stood on a raised platform, flames bursting up from it. Finnly was the first one to venture into this new room and was suddenly set upon by a couple of goblins. As the rest of us made our way into the room suddenly a patch of what seemed to be darkness was moving around the room.

As we fought our foes and tried to stay away from the creeping darkness, I was suddenly struck by some type of magic and blinded. It took me a couple of moments, but I was eventually able to clear my sight. I ran towards the first goblin that I saw and pierced him with my spear. I started to head past the brazier to go after a couple more goblins. As I did, a coldness started up in my chest and I felt a pulling towards the brazier. After taking out another goblin, I saw Finn slay what looked like a goblin shaman. i knew that he must have been the cause of my blindness and the creeping darkness.

As Finn started to rummage through the shaman items, I felt like inspecting the brazier closer. The closer I got to it the more pulling and coldness I felt. I saw some carvings in the stone. I could make out a figure of something that looked demonic and a reptilian-looking eye. Suddenly the flames grew and a shadow creature burst out of the brazier. The shadow suddenly turned towards me and slashed. I felt so much pain afterwards. Finnly tried to slash at it and seemed to do a little damage to it. I realized that it might be a creature of undead origin and used one of my clerical abilities to push it back and immobilize it.

Even though I had immobilized it, the shadow was able to make itself invisible. As we tried to find out where the shadow went it suddenly materialized in front of me. It slashed at me again and then suddenly it leapt at me. Instead of attacking, the shadow seemed to enter my body. All of a sudden I felt a crawling sensation over my body and a chorus of voices started to talk in my head. They seemed to be coming from all directions at once and I glance around to see if any of my companions were talking. They were all silently looking at me.

Finnly came over to me and asked if everything was okay. I explained the sudden rush of voices in my head and he looked concerned. He pulled out a small jeweled dagger and asked if I trusted him. I thought to myself that even though we had only been traveling together for a short time, I already trusted Finnly and Calli enough that I would give my life if it meant saving them. I told him that I did and he poked the dagger onto one of my fingers, drawing a couple of drops of blood. He then brought the dagger over to the brazier and dripped the blood into it. I was too preoccupied by the voices in my head to notice if anything happened.

A healer hearing random voices in his head was not a good thing. I closed my eyes and prayed to Helm to watch over me until I figured how to fix this."

The Uldoon Demon, Part 1

The Fifteenth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Nashkel’s trade caravan seems to be taking shape. As merchants pool their resources and make arrangements for a long trek, the newly minted scouts are kept busy. Word has reached Nashkel of a plague in Greenest, killing a large portion of the town’s yearly wheat harvest. The winter stores will see no aid from the east. Less dire news arrives on the wings of a “demon,” and the scouts of Nashkel’s Auxiliary are sent to make sense of it and determine if it poses an ongoing threat to the countryside.

Finnly Brogan

We finally hiked back into town after what felt like a weeks worth of battle. On our trek back I had noticed the strange cold pull I had experienced near the brazier had followed us from the cavern. Through several personal experiments I had come to the conclusion that it was some how emanating from Bert. Im not sure what to make of this yet aside from the fact that it may be projected from the shadow being now living within our friend.

We came to the gates just after nightfall and immediately went to collect for the goblin ears we had collected from our assignment. While walking through town we had noticed that a caravan (the one I assume we are meant to guard on its way out) was being put together and there were several large armored horses in the park. When all was said and done we were told about a meeting we must attend in the morning. I took it upon myself to get reacquainted with my trusty stein and visited the local drinkeries. I ended up wandering back into the barracks sometime after sunset and before sunrise.

My dreams were riddled with sorrow, rage, more sorrow and gut wrenching sadness. It was as if I had relived my life prior to Nashkel. Having to close the tomb of both my father and mother again tore my soul in two. Dragon Fire’s presence through out the whole nightmare reminded me what I had originally left home for. Being slightly inebriated and full of every dreadful emotion woke me with a start. In a fit of rage and self disgust I sprang from my cot and threw it as far as I could before storming out of the barracks and to the tree in the park that I have unofficially claimed as mine. I slumped against the trunk of my tree with my parents rings in hand and wept.

Many hours of remorse passed before I was brought back to reality by Lena. I followed her to our meeting in which we were informed a farmer from Greenset had sent a messenger to use with news of a “flying, fire breathing demon” and a great blight that has decimated their crops. We all have reason to believe he may be off his rocker about this so called demon… Maybe a little too much home made hooch got to his nerves. I for one have grow rather fond of slaughtering goblins and cant wait to move on to a bigger trophy.

Much to our lack of surprise it was our duty to investigate! We were given time to prepare for our journey and when Lena arrived to set out Bert and Calli had failed to prepare themselves! As they set out it gave me a chance to learn a little back story of our guide. Seems as though I cant throw a single stone without hitting someone with a rather undesirable childhood. I guess that’s what makes us the people we are today…

Our other two companions arrived from their bout of shopping and we set out on our horses (which came from the pulling of several teeth and a promise of their safe return.) We left town and made our way out to Greenset and a full day and night had passed before we stumbled upon something entertaining.

In the distance we noticed some smoke. We tied out horses to some trees and made our way investigate the smoke. Coming up a hill several wagons came into view, a mess of scattered supplies and a few bodies. Standing over the burning wagon was a beast that could have made Dragon Fire think twice about advancing. As we observed this beast the wind had shifted and made out presence known to new foe. I charged at the hulking creature as Lena and the others stayed back. Little did I know my enemy had the same plan in mind.

We began out battle and landed many a blow to our newest victim. What was meant to be a quick slaughter turned into a battle for our lives. The creature seemed to be regenerating from the wounds we had inflicted! What seemed like hours passed when the beast finally fell! Lena shouted for a lantern and seemed to want to set the creature ablaze… Exhausted and delighted with our win I walked up to it and was stunned when it rose again and attacked! We had managed to slay the beast yet again and I decided it would be time for me to remove its head to ensure its passing to the other side… I sank Garaz into its neck and was amazed when the beast rose again with my axe and myself still attached! Not knowing what to do I held tight and was soon clobbered by the stumbling creature. After landing his blow he stumbled and fell to the ground with my underneath him. I managed to escape in time for Lena to set it on fire.

Lena collected the blood of what I learned was a troll. While she did that we salvaged two of the wagons and prepared them to return to Nashkel. We got back and gave the wagons for use in the caravan and set back out to finish what we had started. Another night had fallen after our journey began for the second time and we set up camp and divvied out our watches. Bert took first watch while the rest of us slept. What seemed like several minutes had passed I was awoken by Bert with the claim of a flapping noise near camp. Not knowing what to think of it I got up and decided to take watch with him. Im not sure how mentally sound he is but I still feel as though I can trust him.

Sitting by the fire gave me some time to take in the night air and the company of a good friend and his inner shadow demon. But that too was soon interrupted by noise out in the north. We woke the others and went to investigate. Sneaking through the dark we found the source of our query… A group of Orks had set up camp and were enjoying the evening. We debated if we should attack or return to camp. I for one was done ending life for the time being, but the others had a different feeling. Before we would advance a fight broke out in the pack of orks and we took the opportunity to sneak in and clean up the mess they had started to make of themselves.

We fought fast and hard and managed to slay all of them in the camp they had set up. Being fed up with the recent increase of battles I headed back to my tent and tried to sleep. Though the glory of winning a fight was reviving my fighters soul I had a hard time with the other memories that it invoked. My father, my mother, my title and hometown glory… ripped to shreds and destroyed before my very eyes. Friend or foe the loss of life isn’t a favored experience to me. I come closer to coming to grips with it the more I harden myself after battle… its getting easier to live with myself afterwards now. I don’t know if I like what I am becoming… only time will tell."

Albert Deschain

After the incident with the shadow creature, we decided to leave the goblin cave and head on back to Nashkel. While we were on our way back I noticed that the others were distancing themselves from me. As night fell I noticed that the voices in my head grew louder. The itching sensation across my body was still there, but I started to not notice it as much. Eventually we made it back to Nashkel and turned our goblin ears in for money. As we were passing by the gates, we noticed several caravans already put together.

I went to the barracks for the night, anticipating the thought of not having to sleep on the ground. My dreams started out fine, but suddenly I was walking down a path and could see another figure waling ahead of me. Even though we were walking the same speed, I was somehow able to catch up to him. As I did he turned to look at me and I was suddenly filled with hatred. It was the man who killed my parents. He smirked and started to run away. I followed and then after what seemed like forever I found him in a clearing. In the clearing he was standing next to a stone brazier like the one from the goblin cave, only this one was strouting large black flames. Looking upward, I saw that the flames seemed to to point toward winterflame. Suddenly the man was standing in front of me and after uttering a few words in a language I couldn’t understand he thrust a dagger between my ribs. As my energy started to drain from my body, I noticed that the mans face grew younger.

I woke with a sudden start and realized that I was still in the barracks at Nashkel. After taking a sigh of relief suddenly there was a commotion and Finnly’s cot went flying across the room. Afterwards Finnly walked out of the room. I laid back down and slept until morning. I then met the others at a meeting we were suposed to have, concering what we were to do until the caravan was ready. A messenger from the town of Greenest had come by saying something about a flying, fire breathing demon terrorizing the city. We were asked to go to Greenest and investigate.

After we all did some shopping to pick up supplies, we headed out the gates on horseback. It didn’t take us long to find trouble though. We spotted a couple of broken caravans and decided to leave our horses back while we went to see what the problem was. When we got close enough we saw a large creature looking through the remains. Finnly suddenly charged the beast and was met with a charge of it’s own. After trading a couple blows with the creature, we suddenly noticed that every now and then it’s wounds would regenerate slightly. After we each landed a couple blows on the creature it fell to the ground. We each took a couple of breaths and were ready to see what was left of the caravans, when suddenly the beast rose up ready to fight.

We took to attacking it again and eventually the creature dropped again. Lena asked for one of the lanterns. After Finnly threw his lantern to Lena, he slammed his axe into the beasts neck. As Lena tried to get the lanter open, the beast rose a second time with finnly still attached. The creature took a swing at Finnly and after connecting, collapsed for a third time. Finnly managed to get himself and his axe away from the beast, just as Lena poured some lamp oil on it. The creature was then lit on fire and didn’t rise again.

Lena told us that it was a troll and then took out some glass vials to fill up with it’s blood. We checked on the caravans and decided that they could still be used, so we decided to take them back to Nashkel. We then headed back out and eventually had to set up camp. I took up the first watch and after a while I suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings. I decided to wake Finnly and see it he heard the flapping too. He couldn’t hear them, but decided to stay up with me anyways. All of a sudden we heard some noise to the north of us. We decided to wake the women and set out to find what was making the noise.

After walking for a bit we found a group of orcs. Inside I felt a burning hatred for the creatures, I could never forget that I was attacked by a group of them while hunting for my parents killer. Finnly said that since they hadn’t noticed us that we ould just go back to camp. I firmly said that I wanted to fight them. We noticed that there seemed to be an arguement happening between some orcs and they were fighting. We took the infighting to our advantage and rushed into the orcs slaughtering them all. After looking over the items that they carried we headed back to camp and rested for the night."

The Uldoon Demon, Part 2

The Twentieth Day of Kythorn

The Year of Raining Tears, DR 1415

Just over a day’s ride east of Nashkel, the Green Fields seem to become more sparse, more barren. Where Sergeant Doran says should be rolling hills of tall, green grass, little more than dried scrub and dead stalks seem to take hold, stretching on in an amber blanket that carries for miles. As the hamlet of Greenest solidifies in the distance, a sense of unease takes hold. The horses become nervous, their riders, suspicious.

What could cause the Green Fields to become so desolate? And will it continue to spread, like a fire?

Finnly Brogan

After a rather pleasant dream I found myself under attack! I was wrapped up and unable to break free from my opponant. Spinning and thrashing didn’t seem to do me good. As I tossed about screaming for freedom I was grabbed by one of my feet and instinctually I kicked! I was soon dropped and pummled by what seemed to be rocks. I soon found myself moving down hill and came to a sudden stop. To much surprise Burt helped me from my imprisonment… which just so happened to by my own tent. It seems a let down to have such an uplifting dream of my parents and such a horrid waking from my tent.

With a some help from Burt I clamored atop Buttercup (my steed… though im sure its not his real name, but it is while we are together) and we headed out on the trail for the day. I took the long trek as a chance to talk with my cohorts. Lena and Calli took up the front while Burt and I talked at the back of the pack. Being in an odd mood this morning I decided to have some fun and tossed some pebbles at the ladies. Calli seemed little fazed. Lena on the other hand came to a halt after my attack. I causally rode by as if nothing happened to find myself clinging to Buttercup for my very life! Lena had slapped my steeds rump and sent him on a full out fun as I prayed and screamed for a safe ending.

After the excitement I was talking to Burt, wondering how he was after the incident with the shadow we got on the subject of how we both feel after the event. The weird feeling of my soul being stolen from by body when I am near Burt and the odd cold I get when close by. He seems to be hearing voices that fade as day comes. We arent really sure what is going on. Calli and Lena caught on to our conversation and kinda joined in. We all seem to be suffering from nightmares. Lena doesn’t seem take our weird happenings seriously… give it time and she will come to realize we arent mental.

After a few hours Lena pulled off the trail and we took a break and gave out horses a rest. The land around us has seemed to become more and more dead as we traveled towards Greenest. It seems as though there is a center to the lack of life that is spreading slowly outward. Luckily we found a nice stream and a berry bush which made the area a little more pleasant. As out horses drank I had some berries and asked Lena what she thought of the drought of greenery. She had mentioned a story of how the great desert to the north had started and it seems as though its taking place here as well. We both don’t know for sure what is going on but we don’t like it.

My companions were taking the chance to enjoy the relaxation of the stream when I got a wild hair about myself. Much to their surprise I came charging from behind and leapt into the water attempting to saturate all around me… Sadly all I did was dampen Calli and startle the horses. One of which I had to persuade with some berries to come join us again. Though it was fun we were soon brought back to reality and made to take up the trail again. I don’t know how I would make it if Burt weren’t there help me on my horse. I don’t understand why they couldn’t find something a little shorter for me… Oh well…. Beats walking.

As we rode I got the chance to learn a little about Calli and Burt. Calli told me of how she and Leah (her wolf) had come to be partners. A rather interesting story of Calli saving the pups life and in return years later after parting ways the wolf saving Calli. Makes me a little jealous of their companionship… I am impressed by Calli’s ability to command the wolf and have it do her bidding. She seems to be a beast master of sorts. We got on to the subject of fighting and I became curious as to if I was the only one who had a taste for battle. Calli uses Leah and Burt seems indifferent on the joys of crushing a foe before your eyes. Burt’s fancy lights seem to do good for him. Maybe someday we will spar and possibly teach him how to use a blade.

We later took our lunch break. As we got closer to Greenest I seemed to be feeling colder and heavier. From what it appears Burt seems to be getting worse and more stand off-ish. I decided to fill Lena in on what happened to Burt and what it seems to have done to us. Through some tests I was able to show that there was an odd force drawing me to Burt and there was indeed something strange afoot. Oddly enough it doesn’t seem to effect the females in the group. It seems odd but im sure there is a reason. We took to the trail again and uneventfully made it to our evening camp.

Life seemed to be continuing to dwindle and show death about the land. Burt seemed to worsen as we went. We took it upon ourselves to take out watched and give Burt the time to sleep and possibly recover. With him in this state we don’t seem to feel he is of ability to perform his duties properly and felt it better to leave him to sleep. The night went by eventless and breakfast was at us before we knew it. I happily made it through the morning without incident. We again took to the trail and made our was to Greenest.

For town of such name, the farm lands and everything about it contradict. The land and people seemed to be in the process of a plague. All life around was weak and showing of death. We made way to a stable and left the horses as we went to find the town mayor. We made our way to a tavern, to which I was thankful. We had some sub-par drink and began to collect information about what has happened to the life they once knew. We soon found out that no one knew of the messenger that had made his way to Nashkel to cry for aid. There also seemed to be nothing directly influencing the blight. The mayor had mentioned the sightings of a few unsavory men… where they came from or what they did there was unknown.

I took up to investigate the well which was currently being worked upon. The widening and construction around the town well had made me wonder if there was possibly something there that may be of useful knowledge. Alas after dragging Burt and Calli into the well with me we came to no conclusion. Though I had taken a swim in the cold waters to see if there were a creature or some source of infection to blame, I found nothing. We made our way back to the tavern and and sat my sopping self back down to find nothing of great relevance had come to light while we were away. The night came upon us and we made our way to sleep… I pray for a restful sleep and for Burt to come upon a feeling of normalcy…


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