Second day moving south on The High Road. Roads are dry, skies are clear. We are making excellent time. The bard Ramigil entertained us all with a delightful ballad. Some of the verses were in Elvish, but I believe the song was about a young maiden shaving her vagina, if I am not entirely mistaken. Lady Doom, … Continue reading 17th of Kythorn, 1491
I am driving Mr. Rockseeker's wagon south to the town of Phandalin today. I am joined by a rather motley crew. It seems Gundren's intention is for potential brigands along The High Road to assume we are merely a poor travelling freak-show, or circus troupe, and not a merchant wagon laden with valuable cargo. To accompany … Continue reading 16th of Kythorn, 1491
Today, Dannak the White has set me up with a job for the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker. Leaving for Phandalin tomorrow, escorting a wagon load of goods south. Rockseeker was going there himself, leaving today on horseback, along with a bodyguard. Blessed Beshaba, guide me to profit from the misfortune of others on this humble quest, … Continue reading 15th of Kythorn, 1491: The Year of the Scarlet Witch
