Jorad has been going stir-crazy, cooped-up in our new lair managing our monstrous interns, so we've decided to head for the High Road immediately, bound for Thundertree, about 100-125 miles to the north, which should be about four or five days march, unless the fates intervene. Beshaba willing, we will make good time, klaatu barada … Continue reading 3rd of Flamerule, 1491
Arrived back in Phandalin this afternoon. Tegan gave the village luckslut the trivial banshee gossip she so desperately desired, and the foolish wench handed over three potions of healing in return, thanks be to Beshaba. Then, flaccid Townmaster Harbin presented us with a coffer of 100gp for exterminating the orc menace at Wyvern Tor. We … Continue reading 2nd of Flamerule, 1491
Uneventful day of travelling. The Triboar Trail can lull you into a false sense of security on a day like today. Maid of Misfortune, let our next taste of your bad luck not be our last, klaatu barada nikto amen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/6Ng5DwsLpmunB81AiIk0RA?si=c72f374f29d74a96
Unfortunately for us, or camp was disturbed in the middle of last night by a rampaging owlbear. Unfortunately for the owlbear, we were not the easy meal is was looking for, so it fled, hooting hungrily into the night. The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Blessed Beshaba, please, enough with these ominous owlish … Continue reading 30th of Kythorn, 1491
We marched due west from our camp near Old Owl Well, hoping to make good time back to Phandalin, but it will still be a four-day journey. Beshaba willing, we will not be waylaid, klaatu barada nikto amen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/1ypDpbe4NlVI4DCcUXmFsc?si=51aa03e6419b48ce
We arrived at the Wyvern Tor orc camp. Though we crept forward in perfect silence, their sharp-nosed solitary sentry somehow sniffed us out, so we had to abandon stealth, and storm the cave. Seven orcs and an enormous ogre stood against us… and that same number fell. Tough luck, fellas, it just wasn’t your day. … Continue reading 28th of Kythorn, 1491
The sweet stench of death greets us as we reach Old Owl Well. While the others investigated a small tent, I followed my nose, and found a host of undead labourers, repairing a ruined tower… The perfect workforce! Or, so I initially thought, until they lurched toward me. As I was about to defend myself, … Continue reading 27th of Kythorn, 1491
We arrived in Conyberry, a proverbial ghost-town. On the north outskirts of town, at the edge of the Neverwinter Wood, Tegan must perform a simple errand for a witless priestess of Tymora. His task is to sweet-talk a banshee, offer her a gift, and ask her a question about a spellbook; evidently, an insurmountable challenge … Continue reading 26th of Kythorn, 1491
Beshaba's breath! We were ambushed on the road today by the furriest hobgoblins you've ever seen, I swear I thought they were bugbears at first! Though they had the high ground and the element of surprise, we put a permanent end to their good luck, taking 9gp, 32sp, 53 cp, and their miserable lives as … Continue reading 25th of Kythorn, 1491
Tonight we camp on the Triboar Trail, headed east toward Conyberry. We were delayed leaving Phandalin yesterday (being pestered incessantly by the insipid townsfolk), and have thus made poor time on the road, despite meeting no opposition thus far. I feel this is an omen, that The Maid of Misfortune is with us, and that she will … Continue reading 24th of Kythorn, 1491
