As we were leaving Phandalin this morning, we were stopped by an injured travelling monk from Berdusk named Nesim Waladra. He told us that his master, a half-elven monk named Leosin Erlanthar, had gone missing last night after a savage battle with the raiders. Waladra offered us two hundred and fifty gold pieces each to … Continue reading 17th of Ches, 1492
There was little rest before the first light of dawn arrived, when we were hailed by the raiders outside. Their champion, a draconic warrior named Langdedrosa Cyanwrath, wanted to face a champion of our choosing in a one-on-one fight. In exchange, they would release four captive peasants who were of no value to anyone, save … Continue reading 16th of Ches, 1492
It has been seven months since my last journal entry. Our campaign against the azers and xorns has proven to be just as tedious as I had imagined it would be when we set out last summer. As an extra annoyance, we were forced to fetch our reward from caches hidden southwest of Phandalin. Altogether … Continue reading 15th of Ches, 1492: The Year of Three Ships Sailing
It has been two months since the founding of our Fellowship of Cunts. Today, we set off on our campaign to rid the surrounding Sword Mountain foothills of the combined azer and xorn menace, at the behest of the crystalline entity. I foresee this all becoming a dreary task, rather than an adventure of note, … Continue reading 15th of Eleasis, 1491
It was just over one month ago, while searching the lair of Mormesk the Nerd-Wraith, within the depths of Wave Echo Cave, that we discovered a valuable document detailing the nearby location of some rather mysterious rare spell components. Eager for new adventure, we decided it was time to follow the map's directions. We set … Continue reading 14th of Eleasis, 1491
With our coin purses newly filled—one hundred gold pieces each from Lord Neverember as our reward for his Owlbear Lodge quest—our fellowship went together to browse Phandalin's summer market. Curiosity brought us to a rather nondescript vardo owned by a flamboyantly dressed, golden skinned, pot bellied kobold merchantess. She introduced herself as Krisalee Tingletoe, and … Continue reading 13th of Eleasis, 1491
We arrived back in Phandalin in the early evening, greeted by the smiles and cheers of the simple townsfolk. Beshaba willing, we will find something of interest at the summer market tomorrow, klaatu barada nikto amen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/28PEEKHbjqCAOVeW9jxZcJ?si=0856f1ab6dba4d22
Only one more day's journey until we arrive in Phandalin. Tonight we camp just south of the Triboar Trail. Beshaba willing, Droop and Yegg will have prepared a warm welcome for our arrival tomorrow, klaatu barada nikto amen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/2WAHKaxqoutgsms95GZPgo?si=27c32ba9ff6a45a9
Camping tonight at the crossroads of the High Road and the Triboar Trail. The closer we get to Phandalin, the more we are recognized by merchants and travellers along the road, who hail us as heroes. It seems our reputation is spreading, all thanks to Beshaba, klaatu barada nikto amen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/6GCHZb8e1UpXaIRVNRbKGd?si=9d74bd0cc1514e41
An uneventful day travelling south on the High Road. We have seen many wagons on the road, headed north and south: largely arts and agricultural produce from Waterdeep, lumbermen hauling timber from Neverwinter Wood, merchants with manufactured goods from Neverwinter itself, even the odd cartload of ores from the Frozenfar and metalworks from Luskan. Beshaba … Continue reading 9th of Eleasis, 1491
