As a crowd of caravaners, cultists, and cunts milled about the courtyard this morning, I made my move to surreptitiously slip into the storeroom, to pick the lock to the strong-room, so that we might make our way into the tunnel and after the loot. Tegan supplied a distraction by rousing the ire of one … Continue reading 3rd of Kythorn, 1492
I awoke to the sound of the strong-room lock scraping against its latch, and as the heavy, chinkless door opened, I turned myself invisible before Bog Luck walked in. He took in the view of the half-emptied storeroom, and noted the absence of the cultists' crates with obvious satisfaction. As I squeezed invisibly out the … Continue reading 2nd of Kythorn, 1492
We have arrived at the Krannath Roadhouse, an obscure hostelry and roadwork camp on the Coast Way near the Cloak Wood, halfway between Baldur's Gate and Beregost. The superintendent here is a burly half orc who goes by the auspicious name of Bog Luck. We were instructed to unload our wagons here, under the pretense … Continue reading 1st of Kythorn, 1492
Third day on the Coast Way to Beregost, our caravan stumbled into an ambush. Arrows assailed us from the woods ahead, grazing Gunx and myself. Jorad and Tegan spotted a pair of orcish archers, and quickly slew the two with spellcraft. Ogres brandishing clubs joined the fray, and more orcs, but together our fellowship defeated … Continue reading 29th of Mirtul, 1492
We have arrived in Baldur's Gate. City custom dictates that caravans must unload upon entry, and reload at the departing gate. While Jorad worked on forging new teamster documents for our fellowship, and Tegan located the local caravan-master, Ardred Briferhew, Tolarin and I invisibly and stealthily followed the cultists' cargo to a warehouse near the … Continue reading 26th of Mirtul, 1492
A brace of perytons attacked the caravan today. We spotted them in the air, and Jorad smote one with an Eldritch Blast as it dove straight at him. The other swooped in and instantly killed one of the horses. I blasted the first with Magic Missiles, and suddenly Beshaba bestowed a wild magic boon upon … Continue reading 20th of Mirtul, 1492
After five wary days of travel, our caravan has miraculously passed through The Trollclaws without attack, thanks ever be to Beshaba. As a bonus, fatal misfortune has befallen one of the cultists, Lady Doom be praised. We awoke this morning to the happy news of murder: a cultist wagon crewman evidently slain by short sword. … Continue reading 13th of Mirtul, 1492
Violence on the road today: a pair of horses got picked off the line by giant spiders and a pair of ettercaps. We pursued the creatures into the woods and killed them all. We must be especially vigilant as we pass through this infamously dangerous region, known as The Trollclaws. During today's skirmish, while using … Continue reading 8th of Mirtul, 1492
A couple of days ago, I introduced myself to the roguish gnome, Jamna Gleamsilver. I casually mentioned that we appeared to have similar interests. I could tell she knew I was referring to the suspect wagons, and she seemed friendly, but she was not ready to talk freely. Today, Mistress Gleamsilver joined us at breakfast, … Continue reading 7th of Mirtul, 1492
After long days of bloodless monotony, we found ourselves a fight today. We were just south of the crossroads, where we turned off the Trade Way and onto the Coast Way towards Baldur's Gate. Some hapless hobgoblins had a merchant wagon pinned down on the trail when our fellowship brought doom upon them. Brick commanded … Continue reading 3rd of Mirtul, 1492
