Tonight we camp on the Triboar Trail, headed east toward Conyberry. We were delayed leaving Phandalin yesterday (being pestered incessantly by the insipid townsfolk), and have thus made poor time on the road, despite meeting no opposition thus far. I feel this is an omen, that The Maid of Misfortune is with us, and that she will … Continue reading 24th of Kythorn, 1491
I await reply from Dannak to my request for information. Incessantly, Sildar the Weak begs us to help Gundren, but we have no new leads on Cragmaw Castle or the "Black Spider". Hallwinter has finally repaid his debt of 60gp (I graciously made no mention of interest), and has offered an additional 500gp for the dwarf's rescue. … Continue reading 23rd of Kythorn, 1491
We met with PME Guildmistress Thornton this morning. Halia paid our due reward, 100 gold pieces, but seemed strangely displeased by how utterly complete was our slaughter of the Red Brands. Of course, she did not understand: this was not an errand she had sent me on, but a personal vendetta of my own, and … Continue reading 22nd of Kythorn, 1491
Our group went to the Phandalin Miner's Exchange, where we exchanged some of our booty for coin, and had a chance to make an accounting of our newly-acquired collective wealth: 600 cp & 125 sp & 93 gp plus an IOU from Hallwinter for 60 gp. Halia Thornton had less information than I had hoped, … Continue reading 21st of Kythorn, 1491
With deep humility, I beg of you Beshaba, forgiveness for not ending my last journal entry with a prayer! As punishment for my impiety, my Lady Doom sent a flock of owls to our campsite at sundown last night, and their ceaseless hooting kept us all from sleeping, save Sildar. He alone has regained some strength, … Continue reading 20th of Kythorn, 1491
Beshaba's Breath! The horses of Gundren and his man-at-arms lay dead in the trail before us, when we're suddenly ambushed by goblin archers. I was stunned when Jorad Luvien threw himself into the fray, wielding fearsome eldritch magicks. He may be reckless, but my doubts about his loyalties are put to rest for now, blessings … Continue reading 19th of Kythorn, 1491
Third day on our journey to Phandalin, uneventful as the first two. Camping tonight at the Triboar Trail crossroads. At this rate, we should reach our destination by highsun on the solstice: a portentous omen. It is always more auspicious to arrive in a new town at eventide, under the soothing cover of twilight. Lady … Continue reading 18th of Kythorn, 1491
Second day moving south on The High Road. Roads are dry, skies are clear. We are making excellent time. The bard Ramigil entertained us all with a delightful ballad. Some of the verses were in Elvish, but I believe the song was about a young maiden shaving her vagina, if I am not entirely mistaken. Lady Doom, … Continue reading 17th of Kythorn, 1491
I am driving Mr. Rockseeker's wagon south to the town of Phandalin today. I am joined by a rather motley crew. It seems Gundren's intention is for potential brigands along The High Road to assume we are merely a poor travelling freak-show, or circus troupe, and not a merchant wagon laden with valuable cargo. To accompany … Continue reading 16th of Kythorn, 1491
Today, Dannak the White has set me up with a job for the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker. Leaving for Phandalin tomorrow, escorting a wagon load of goods south. Rockseeker was going there himself, leaving today on horseback, along with a bodyguard. Blessed Beshaba, guide me to profit from the misfortune of others on this humble quest, … Continue reading 15th of Kythorn, 1491: The Year of the Scarlet Witch
