We returned to the main floor. Signs of the aftermath of battle were evident all around: cultist bodies lay slain inside, while smoke rose in scattered columns outside. We headed to the nearest tower, now being used as a midden pit. Tolarin leapt first, over the garbage to the stairs, but was immediately ensnared and … Continue reading 6th of Kythorn, 1492
As we continued toward what Snapjaw called "Castle Nærytar," he assured us that he would do all the talking when we came to the guards. Sure enough, we soon caught sight of a six-lizardman unit who greeted Snapjaw by name. He vouched for our prowess, and urged his lizard-fellows that now was the time to … Continue reading 5th of Kythorn, 1492
We set out at dawn in three canoes, with a lizardfolk scout named Snapjaw as our guide. We were portaging our way through the swamp on foot when Snapjaw suddenly froze, seeming to sense an unseen adversary. As we scrambled for positions of tactical advantage, a hideous swamp thing reared up beside me. Our fellowship … Continue reading 4th of Kythorn, 1492
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
