Where to start? I’ve decided to keep a journal of my travels, I just hope I can keep it up to date, I’ve already been on the road for a few weeks and I’m only just starting now.
So I got assigned to a caravan being run by my uncle and it has quite an eclectic mix of people in it. There’s a strange elf, this irritating kid that reminds me of Randolph along with some other weird magic user. A few guards led by Vern but nominally run by one of the few people in the world I did not want to travel with! It’s my darling Olaf’s sister. I miss him still every day and she’s here reminding me of him all the time. I’m a bit suspicious of one other girl who came in with us she seems a bit of a rogue.
We’ve travelled to the dark wood and have been tasked to get some ingredients to help the poor sick folk. I’m sure it’s a good cause but I’m not sure we should be the ones to do it. After all don’t they have people better suited to the woods? We’ll just have to go slow and safely. I wish Vern was with us, I’d feel safer.
We have already been attacked by a creature that looked like it was half black blood, I was so scared I could almost not moves at times. The others quickly dispatched it’s razor crows and I finally managed to loose an arrow once it was safely distracted. Then for some reason we had to try and save this strange fox creature. I thought it would be better to end it’s suffering. Why the others decided that we had to make camp here I don’t know I want to be away from that foul creatures camp.
To say that the last day or so was interesting would be an understatement. We traveled to the next stage in our little quest and made it to the oldest tree, a magnificent monsterous conifer but monstrous is a very apt word for what we encountered. Two of our number climbed up to find the elder moss and two stayed below while I climbed to the lowest limb.
We were then beset by two gargantuan lizards one from above and one below. The one below was quickly slain by the warrior woman with her sword through its skull (I must bother to learn their names at some point) while above the elf and the girl tried to scramble away from the other one. Two slow it turned out as the girl plunged down to land lifelessly on the branch beside me, part of her chest ripped away. While the elf distracted it I sent a sling bullet up and discovered that the beasts have a weakness to the top of their skull, my bullet crushed in instantly killing it. I guess killing the first wasn’t as impressive as it looked, just lucky.
So I kicked the remains of our companion down so that we could dispose of her and after gathering the moss at last we continued on.
We travelled on undisturbed to the witches hut in a clearing in the forest. It was erie, the forest sounds silenced, the ornaments felt like they were watching us, moving when we turned our heads away. Two of our number entered the hut, the city artificer and the guard woman while I and the elf carefully stayed just outside the clearing and prepared a small campfire.
After a few seconds of searching the two in the hut came sprinting out being chased by a cauldron, some how magically animated to protect the huts contents and the special rats tails we require. As the others lead the guardian around behind the hut the elf and I rushed in and ransacked the apparently abandoned dwelling. The elf discovered the jar as a loud screech rang out behind us. The cauldron had caught the city mage and almost ripped off his leg. Olaf’s sister managed a few blows that felled the magical protector and then, once we had bandaged the clumsy one, we set off again.
We’ve made camp near the ruins of a dwarvish ruin, the crys of the wolves echo around us as we wait to enter in the hope that we can locate the iron bloom mushrooms.
We started the day early, entering the abandoned dwarvish monastery before the sun was high. We went to check the one still standing tower and instead of a view we had to rescue a hung over, slob of a dwarf from a trio of massive spiders. The two mages used spells to bring them down and after the dwarf was decontaminated we continued inside. We found statues to an old dwarven god Torag who I remember from some old manuscripts was dedicated to crafting and skilled labour. One had been defaced with the name Droskar the old dwarven god of labour and toil. I feel something bad happened here. The mage was still hung up on curing that fox, to shut him up I took some time and effort and I think I’ve fixed the little beast enough to have it get better without me having to do any more. I know I should care but it just seems so hard since Olaf. Now I just do because I know it’s the right thing to do not because I feel it.
We continued on, following the skittering sound of the wolves claws and when a few tried to attack us the mage Dymas scared most of them off with a spell and the last was slain. We followed them into a large room and there they were led by a creature I thought a myth. A Worg, a wolf infested with a spirit and grown huge and able to talk. As it tried to bargin with Olaf’s sister, Kiera, for the mushrooms at the back of the room, the young mage Damien pulled out his weapon and attacked. Keira was so offended she stormed out, so much for her heroic posture, all it takes is a little irritation and she leaves. I thought I had safely stayed away from the melee but I was wrong, two wolves leapt at me, the first threaded itself through my legs almost knocking me over, the other snapped at me as I stood still in shock and just missed me. I was helped by the now sober dwarf Boris and by Dymas and one soon lay dead at my feet and the other stunned but as Boris turned to help the others the wolf recovered and sprung at my throat, it’s jaws seemed destined to rip it out when a guardian ancestor smiled on me and my staff was instead gnawed in my place. (note for readers: Our GM rolled three dice in an open ended roll and got 27 off 2d6 + d8 which was enough to kill me outright, I had one roll to survive – an open ended 2d6 roll but I only got to use the best of the two, so with just one six sided die I rolled 6+6+6+5 = 23 and took no damage.)
We soon dealt with that wolf and I finally had time to take stock. The others had various wounds but all were still standing, Kiera had rejoined the fray and Dymas was using his spell to once again scare off the smaller wolves. The Worg was injured and could see that its cause was lost. As Kiera tried to reason with it once more, the monstrosity leapt towards the mushrooms, apparently intending to destroy them and thus deny us. I snatched up my bow and with two well placed arrows I felled the beast at the edge of the troop.
We caught our breath, bandaged those with wounds and then hurried back to Falcons Hollow with the ingredients for the cure, pausing only to cross the river. Once there Laurel quickly made the healing tea and distributed it. There had been many more deaths while we were away and some complained that we had taken too long. I managed to ignore them and even felt a small measure of happiness at the fact that we had helped save so many. As I went to check on my uncle I heard the Hollows leader Thuldrin try to demand that a Magister search for his son. I asked the the woodsman Milon where the boy may be as I feel that that fate may be pushing us in his direction and he gave me details of a place a half days travel from here, supposedly haunted and feared. While Milon and I talked we could see the glow of fires light the horizon as the legions made camp in the forest while on their way to war.