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 the 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 wasn't ready to talk freely. Today, Mistress Gleamsilver joined us at breakfast, warning … 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
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 give 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've only travelled 60 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 a … 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
