Our motley fellowship left Phandalin this morning by Pestilence-drawn wagon, ultimately headed for Secomber, to meet up with Leosin Erlanthar and Ontharr Frume. With us, we have brought a black dragon egg, stowed in a wool-lined barrel. The other two dragon eggs, we have left at the manor, under the care of Yegg and Droop. … Continue reading 19th of Ches, 1492
When we arrived, the raiders' camp was mostly abandoned. Stinking kobold huts were burning in a heap. Only a scattered few tents and the two guard towers remain erected. Jorad discerned that the main body of the force had travelled west in a wagon caravan. A few kobold stragglers remained, so we questioned them, but … Continue reading 18th of Ches, 1492
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
