We have taken an extra day of rest, just west of Dragonspear Castle, to celebrate the feast of Greengrass. As a Beshaban, this feast-day holds no significance for me. I am unfamiliar with the customs. It seems as though someone has given Tegan a well-used horse, so perhaps that is part of the tradition. A … Continue reading Greengrass, 1492
The rain has been unrelenting until today, when we awoke to a misty moisty morning, and a landscape blanketed in fog and fresh fungus. As we began to stir, the mushrooms crushed underfoot emitted black spores and, more strangely, haunting moans of agony. Petrified by cowardice, the merchants wanted to remain in place, but we … Continue reading 25th of Tarsakh, 1492
Day seven of our journey south, and the weather has grown cold and wet. The caravan is camped outside The Golden Erne, a roadside inn just south of Way Inn. Some inconsiderate bastards have rented the entire premises for a private party of four, and refuse to share shelter with anyone from our caravan. Even … Continue reading 21st of Tarsakh, 1492
Fourth day out from Daggerford, and we have only covered sixty miles at our tedious wagon-train pace; nevertheless, the beasts of burden will need an entire day of rest before long. A comely pair of twin sisters joined our camp in the evening, and before long Tegan had convinced them both to sneak off for … Continue reading 18th of Tarsakh, 1492
We arrived in Daggerford on schedule, and quickly made our way through the bustle of merchants to find the local teamsters' office. The guildmaster, a human male by the name of Selebon, assessed our documents and assigned us to tasks in a manner that seemed to betray an all-too-common human racial prejudice. Brick, Jorad, and … Continue reading 14th of Tarsakh, 1492
This morning, before we left Secomber, Leosin Erlanthar inducted our entire group into the Harpers, and gave us all tin badges bearing the group's moon and harp insignia. Then, he took us to the docks, where he bid us farewell. Fortified with our forged guild documents, and disguised in officious striped guildsman capes, we have … Continue reading 12th of Tarsakh, 1492
We arrived in Secomber this afternoon. After asking around for Ontharr Frume, we were directed to "A Pair of Black Antlers," an auspiciously-named watering hole said to be favoured by the Tormite paladin. Once we got there, it was not long before Frume's squire Blane arrived to greet us. Impressed by the Order of the … Continue reading 11th of Tarsakh, 1492
Not much has happened along the road these past twenty days. We passed through the ghost town of Conyberry, and by the twenty-fifth of Ches, we had made it to Triboar: a lively crossroads frontier town, full of the hustle and bustle of roaming merchants, caravans, and other travelers. From there, we turned south onto … Continue reading 10th of Tarsakh, 1492
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
