It has been a tenday and a half since my last journal entry, I've been very busy. Praise Beshaba! I have finished consecrating The Doom Grotto: the Maid of Misfortune's new temple in Phandalin. Lady Doom's followers prefer to keep a low profile, but as a rule of thumb, if Tymora can be found in … Continue reading The Long Night, 1491: The Year of the Scarlet Witch
Tonight, we celebrated the one month anniversary of the Fellowship of Cunts, and recounted our legendary victories over the Black Spider, the wizard Glasstaff, the Cragmaw goblinoids, the dragon Venomfang, and the pathetic Redbrands. The Rockseeker brothers told us they could begin reconstruction of the manor immediately. They had secured permission from Phandalin's great fool … Continue reading 15th of Flamerule, 1491
We came home to Phandalin to a sad discovery last night. Trent, our beloved resident nothic, had died. Though they both deny it, Yegg and Droop had been clearly neglecting the grisly chore of feeding the creature in our absence. Along with this bad luck, however, Beshaba has granted us yet another boon: near the … Continue reading 14th of Flamerule, 1491
Rousing from our long rest, Tolarin discovered that his gloves had magically given him the strength of an ogre! He seems uneasy about it, though: I don't think the little fellow is comfortable with the unfamiliar power. We headed westward into the labyrinth. While Brick tried to open a northern door, Tegan passed through charred, … Continue reading 13th of Flamerule, 1491
We began the day by barging into a barricaded bugbear barracks. After a fiercely fought fight, they lost their lives, and we won fifteen copper, thirteen electrum, and a potion of vitality for our efforts. We rested briefly, then moved on, to a cavernous room with a dark pool, and a fishy, dank smell that … Continue reading 12th of Flamerule, 1491
Tegan woke us all this morning, manically springing and striding with seemingly magical ability: it's gotta be the boots. We advanced northward into a large cavern with steep escarpments, stone stairs, wooden tables, metal braziers, and skeletal dead, Gunx and Jorad leading the way. Ascending the eastern stairs, we entered a large room with a … Continue reading 11th of Flamerule, 1491
After returning Sildar's humiliatingly-confiscated arms, and receiving our 500 gp reward (as promised on the 23rd of Kythorn) for conquering Cragmaw and rescuing Gundren, our fellowship purchased fresh gear as needed, and headed out toward Wave Echo Cave, 15 miles east of Phandalin. Arriving at the long lost cave, we entered through a narrow tunnel, … Continue reading 10th of Flamerule, 1491
Walking into Phandalin this evening, with my fellow cunts, I'm surprised to say that the little hamlet is beginning to feel like a real home. It occurs to me that the ruins of Cragmaw Castle might make for a handy source of cut and dressed masonry for our Tresendar Manor repairs. We should look into … Continue reading 9th of Flamerule, 1491
Two days journey back to Phandalin, I pass the time chatting with Gundren about the Journal of Urmon. As told in the dwarven tome, more than five hundred years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made an agreement known as the Phandelver's Pact, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern … Continue reading 8th of Flamerule, 1491
Like Neverwintian water-clockwork, we arrived at the ominous ruins of Cragmaw Castle at midday. Upon our arrival, Reidoth bid us farewell, climbed a tree, and vanished: the squirrelly druid had no stomach for the fight ahead. I led a stealthy frontal assault, careful not to attract the eyes or ears of sentries; unfortunately, bringing up … Continue reading 7th of Flamerule, 1491
