8th of Mirtul, 1492

Violence on the road today: a pair of horses got picked off the line by giant spiders and a pair of ettercaps. We pursued the creatures into the woods and killed them all. We must be especially vigilant as we pass through this infamously dangerous region, known as The Trollclaws.


During today’s skirmish, while using my sorcery to Enlarge Brick, Lady Doom sent me a mystic omen: a cloud of fog in which I was enveloped for an hour. I shall meditate on this latest portent, so that I might discern its significance, seeking Beshaba’s guidance, klaatu barada nikto amen.

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