Crashing through the overgrown trail to Owlbear Lodge, we came upon the familiar smell of putrefaction and the slavering sounds of a feeding beast. With my blessing, Tolarin scouted stealthily ahead, and discovered a zombified bellboy, wearing the livery of the Lodge, covered in fungal spores and gore, feasting on a murdered brown bear. We … Continue reading 5th of Eleasis, 1491
Our final day of travel on the High Road. Tomorrow, we head east into Neverwinter Wood. Since the trail will be impossible for our mule cart to traverse, I have slaughtered the beast. Now, I may enjoy the luxury of dining on raw flesh and hot blood tonight. The finest of the organ meats, and … Continue reading 4th of Eleasis, 1491
Travelling north on the High Road was uneventful today. I had forgotten how boring travel can be sometimes. I find myself daydreaming about Nez'nar and his enchanting staff... I sometimes imagine he is still around, still invisible... still watching me. I wonder if what they say about drow males is true, that they are 'built … Continue reading 3rd of Eleasis, 1491
Second day of the journey to Owlbear Lodge, travelling peacefully west along the Triboar Trail. Since ridding the area of the Cragmaw menace, travel and trade along the Cony Gap has increased steadily. We camp at the High Road crossroads tonight, along with many pilgrims and merchants. Tomorrow, we once again travel north for two … Continue reading 2nd of Eleasis, 1491
Last night's Long Night festivities were a resounding success. Sweet Brick, now Captain of the Phandalin Guard, stood down his men for the evening, giving free rein to my havoc. Edermath's orchard will bear no fruit this season, and Lady Luck's shrine is now in ruins! Bow before Beshaba's breathtaking belligerence! Though my fellow cunts … Continue reading 1st of Eleasis, 1491
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
