The Maid of Misfortune has been merciful to our fellowship throughout our voyage home, and at last, we have arrived back in The City of Splendors. We have been directed to stay in accommodations provided by the Council of Waterdeep. Tomorrow, the city celebrates Founder's Day. Even as a traveler and mere observer, I can … Continue reading 30th of Kythorn, 1492
Today we departed Saltmarsh, bound for Thornhold and the Red Rocks. My gaze stays fixed on the horizon. Mistress of Misfortune, guide our passage, and protect The Frostskimmr from the caprices of Umberlee as we near our journey's end, klaatu barada nikto amen.
We left the port of Neverwinter in the morning, and tonight we will anchor near the village of Saltmarsh. If Beshaba wills it, The Frostskimmr will be within sight of Thornhold Keep tomorrow evening, klaatu barada nikto amen.
Today, we continue our journey down the Sword Coast. Blessed Maid of Misfortune, please spare our vessel from your malevolent whims as we voyage from Luskan's desolate shores to Neverwinter's civilized embrace, klaatu barada nikto amen.
Today, The Froskimmer travelled southeast, following the northern Sword Coast, past Auckney and Fireshear, arriving in Luskan harbour in the evening. Beshaba willing, we will safely sail into the more civilized Neverwinter harbour tomorrow night, klaatu barada nikto amen.
This morning, we boarded The Frostskimmr and bid farewell to Oyaviggaton. Captain Lerustah greeted our frostbitten faces with a grimace of empathy. We began our journey southward, and will once again anchor for the night off the auspicious coast of Ice Peak Island, by the grace of Beshaba, klaatu barada nikto amen.
We awoke this morning to finally meet Maccath the Crimson, an unimpressive tiefling sorceress of dubious abilities. We told her that we had been commissioned by the Council of Waterdeep to seek her, and news of the Draakhorn. Maccath said that cultists have already left with the horn. She confessed that she has been an … Continue reading 24th of Kythorn, 1492
Beshabas breath! We have awoken this morning in an icy prison cell, stripped of our clothes and belongings, disfigured and disarmed, but not deceased, thanks to Lady Doom, who has decided to spare our lives... for now. As we gathered scraps of cloth and fur to cover ourselves, our fellowship shared vague memories of cold, … Continue reading 23rd of Kythorn, 1492
Our fellowship awoke from our long slumber, and wasted no time this morning. The shamaness, Bone Carver, helpfully uncovered the hidden hatch in her hut, and hastily we hustled down the slick spiral steps into Arauthator's frozen lair. Jorad was a little too hasty: he slipped, and took Tegan down with him, all the way … Continue reading 22nd of Kythorn, 1492
On our sixth day at sea, we reached the treacherous environs of The Sea of Moving Ice. In the morning, we came under attack from five merrow: fearsome aquatic monsters who nearly capsized The Frostskimmr. I fell into the icy water, along with most of my fellows, and a few crewmen. Brick clambered back onto … Continue reading 21st of Kythorn, 1492
