Our journey north up the Trade Way to Bowshot was uneventful. From there, we headed east into the Misty Forest. Unsurprisingly, the forest was quite misty. Surprisingly, we wandered into Altand without greeting or confrontation from the wild elven village residents. They were seemingly too busy with their recovery efforts to even notice our presence. … Continue reading 26th of Eleasis, 1492
In the middle of the night, Tegan, Dannak, and I jolted out of our slumber, awoken by a loud 'boom'. I shoved Dannak into a corner and donned my breastplate, while Tegan ran to the door of our room. We could hear the sounds of a fight on the other side of the door, so … Continue reading 16th of Eleasis, 1492
At an unhurried pace, we have travelled north on the East Trade Way to where the road meets the main Trade Way. This evening, we checked into The Leaping Trout, a rough crossroads inn. Tegan has disguised Dannak as one of his young groupies, and has made arrangements with the innkeeper, Everard Aldridge, to play … Continue reading 15th of Eleasis, 1492
Praise Lady Doom, our trip through the treacherous Serpent Hills back to Boareskyr Bridge was uneventful. We have once again secured lodgings at Bolo's Tentside Inn, where we will sleep for the night. Jorad has learned that Delaan Winterhound, the Council of Waterdeep's Emerald Enclave ambassador, may be in the vicinity of Dragonspear Castle. We … Continue reading 9th of Eleasis, 1492
This morning, Dannak expressed his gratitude to our fellowship for saving his life. Renouncing his opportunistic ties to the Dragon Cult, Dannak confessed that his White Dragon Mask had been stolen by Zhentarim agents, and his scrying here had revealed its current location, at the Well of Dragons. I just realized: yesterday marked the tenth anniversary of … Continue reading Shieldmeet, 1492
This midsummer morning, our party came upon a pathetic quartet of destitute dwarven miners. Brick spoke with their leader, a sturdy fellow with a womanish voice, calling themself Darna Drakemace. While Brick convinced these outcasts to seek their fortunes northward, Jorad skillfully lifted a bag of electrum off their carts as they passed, as if … Continue reading The Long Night, 1492
Following Dannak's trail, we came across a freshly dug grave, marked with a wooden symbol of Tyr. Somehow, Jorad left the grave unlooted. Tolarin still slumbers, under Beshaba's watchful gaze, klaatu barada nikto amen.
We encountered a small group of local hunters today. Gunx spoke with their leader, Haldor Thunderstrike. Tolarin still has not awoken from his potion-induced coma. Beshaba, please watch over the little one while he slumbers, klaatu barada nikto amen.
We've headed into the Serpent Hills on our hunt for Dannak the White. His trail has been easy to follow, but we are obviously many days behind our quarry. Thankfully, today we spotted a herd of majestically antlered wapiti, a sure omen of Beshaba's blessings, klaatu barada nikto amen.
Our journey down the Trade Way was remarkably peaceful. The Sword Coast is certainly splendid in Summertide, and Jinx has proven herself to be an excellent horse. I spent my time in the saddle studying the crimson grimoire I stole from the Cassalanters, and have now added an infernal communion ritual to my mystic repertoire. … Continue reading 21st of Flamerule, 1492
