Rissa Noldor Journal Entry 4

Into the barrow!

Dark clouds have filled up the sky. Alex, the shovel wielding mage, announced it to be death magic. Skali, Shortshanks, Alex and I plunged into the barrow. When I was in Amn, me and my crew would often go to grave yards and crypts to find treasure. Going into a barrow was a bit nostalgic and made me miss the guys back in my town.

The first room we were in had four suits of armor, a magical circle at the end and doors barred by flame. In the magical circle two fiery imps circled and mocked us. The circle disappeared and we charged into combat. Flame and acid shot from Alex’s hands and an imp cried out in rage. In retaliation it attacked him and filled him with poison. Skali called on his powers to heal us and slash at the living suits of armor with his sword. Shortshanks grappled with the suits or armor squeezing them apart and pulling them across the room. I tried my best to stab and destroy the dark entities.

After a long battle we destroyed everything or at least sent it back to what hell it came from. We descended the stairs and they led to a chamber with a swirling vortex of elements. Immediately fire, ice, wind and water elementals erupted from the center of the room. We dealt with them quickly and fled down the stairs.

At the bottom we met a powerful mage…

Rissa Noldor Journal Entry 3

We took off from Harkenwold and started making our way to the Glintshield Clan. On our way there we came to a crossroads and saw some hobgoblins dragging Kiris Alkirk into a cage. Skali immediately charged into combat. Shortshanks, Alex and I followed him in and started hacking them apart.

After the combat we talked to a local clerk named Milin Silver-Eye. I pulled one of my best sleight of hand maneuvers to take a throwing dagger from his shop and he caught me. I couldn’t believe it! It put me in a really bad mood that stayed with me all night and had terrible consequences for me the next day.

We then went to the city of Fallcrest. The city was fantastic! We went to a halfling bar where Shortshanks got lucky, we checked out the local smugglers and Alex impressed some locals with some amazing fortune telling.

I tried to impress the local smugglers by telling them about one of my connections from my hometown. I think it’s one of the only names I can drop safely. Ricklo the Cleaver ran a crew out of Amn that did jewelery scams. They would magically alter jewels to trick people into buying them for an inflated cost. If anyone complained they wound up chopped up in a back alley. When I left Amn I was still on talking terms with Ricklo, but I wouldn’t call him a friend. I feel a lot more light-hearted after leaving Amn and that city of violence. My recent adventures have brought forth a real adventurous streak that I didn’t know I had. The thrill of a robbery or a heist isn’t the same as going into a dungeon or facing ferocious beasts in combat.

In Fallcrest I managed to drink myself into a depressed stupor. The next day I was terribly hungover, but ventured out anyway. We rand into a dwarf named Iron Hews, he was part of a caravan heading the same way we were. He told us stories of adventure in a nearby tower. The idea planted in our minds and we immediately went off in search of the tower. We found bandits there and immediately began killing them. The battle was fierce, I had to retreat at one point and rain down shurikens on the foes from a safe distance while my blood was rapidly draining from my wounds.

The adventure continues…

Rissa Noldor Journal Entry 2

Dead Orc women and children everywhere. I hate the Orcs and their cursed bloodline, but there’s alway hope that a feral beast can change. They must have feelings like humans. I’ll stab anyone in the head that’s holding a weapon, but women and children?

Killing the men wearing the red rose never felt so good. I felt like a divine hand was guiding my blade as I pierced through their weak armor and relieved them of their pathetic lives. Any man can sneak up and kill innocents, it takes a real man to kill warriors.

I feel close to the Raven Queen and her dark wings of death.

Shortshanks' Journal - Entry 1

For the first night in a long time I can relax, so have decided to start a journal of my adventures. Who knows perhaps one day I will be famous enough for other people to actually be keen on reading this.

I am writing this first entry from inside the Feywild if you can believe it. Such sights I have seen since leaving Knarsis and it’s familiar streets. I have even faced a dragon and lived to talk about it, but that story can wait for now.

Standing at the empty crossroads, we contemplated our choices. North to the dwarven stronghold of Hammerfast. East into the mountains populated by goblin and orc hordes. South to the town of Harkenwold and the great forest beyond. West to Fallcrest and the heart of the vale. I was tempted to resume my journey to Hammerfast and the business opportunities there, but was reluctant to part ways with the two men who had fought by my side during the infiltration of Gorizbadd. We had fought together, endured together and almost died together, but in the end we had survived. And we had the stone.

In the end we headed south. Following the road that was little more than a dirt trail we heard the sound of childrens’ voices over the next rise. The ever cautious Skali dropped straight to the ground and began crawling up the short slope. He proved helpful in keeping mud off my boots as I walked straight over the top of him. There in front of me were indeed a small boy and slightly bigger girl laughing and playing together in a scene indistinguishable from any other I have seen in the many towns and villages I have passed through. Except we were in the untamed wilderness with no buildings in sight. And they were green. Perhaps Skali’s instincts were right this time I was thinking as he walked past me with a slightly injured look.

I have been mistaken for a child more times than I care to remember so decided to act the part, but in truth they did not seem to be at all afraid of us anyway. As they were enthusiastically inviting us back to their home for dinner I saw the girl was wearing a large gem around her neck which looked to my appraising eye to be extraordinarily valuable. Rissa’s attention too was on the gem as well as the crude sticks and bow they were carrying. Curiosity and perhaps greed got the better of us and we accepted their invitation. As they turned to lead us on I casually asked them to wait a second in Orcish. Pause they did and the girl happily mentioned her mother spoke Orcish too although their family mainly used Elven at home.

Our last encounter with Orcs in Gorizbadd was still very fresh in my mind, so I mentally prepared myself in the event we were being led into a trap. We followed them into the forest and after a while came out into a charming little glade with a log cabin set amidst some cultivated fields. Standing in the doorway was a big half elf who welcomed the children home. Draco as he introduced himself proved to be a very generous host. He gave us a room to sleep in, a home cooked meal with plenty of fine elven wine, and the pleasure of his company as he recounted some stories of his old adventuring days. His half orc wife on the other hand was suspicious of us and didn’t seem too happy at us staying the night. I could understand her thinking though as Draco’s description of the rest of his adventuring group that he had fallen out with sounded eerily similar to ourselves. I imagine they would not be happy at some of the methods we use to get things done.

As well as their hospitality they also gave us two bits of information that could prove useful. First holed up in a nearby ruined watchtower was a small band of kobolds. Second and more importantly the lord of Harkenwold was an old acquaintance of Draco and we could perhaps gain an audience with him by mentioning the half elf’s name. He is apparently suffering from some sort of curse so if Avandra favors us he will be happy to part with some of his gold to anyone willing to help him.

On the subject of wealth the large gem that the girl was wearing had a twin worn by her mother. It turns out that this forest glade we are in is actually part of the Feywild and the gems are needed to pass back and forth. Not that I was thinking of stealing them anyway of course. This reminds me that I really need to ensure this journal never falls into the wrong hands. If Draco should read this or Sehanine forbid his wife when we are depending on them to return to our own world…

Diary Entry - Fey Forest, 6 months on the run

Rissa Noldor (August 25th, 2101 Session)

Diary entry – sixth month since leaving Amn -

On the road towards town we ran into some children. Their race was hard to determine because they had Elven features and a green tint to their skin. It made all made sense when we met their parents. Their mother was ruder than hell, must have been the Orc half of her. I wonder if that makes her kids a quarter Orc, probably wouldn’t matter to most ignorant humans. The kids invited us to their parent’s house and we followed them into the forest.

When we followed the children, we went from a dark foreboding forest to a peaceful glade in the Fey. It was beautiful, and even more wondrous than the way my mother had described it. My mother told me stories about the Fey and its inhabitants when I was young. Her face always softened when she talked about her life among the Elves. She never told me why she was exiled, but I suspect it was part of some type of intrigue among the Elven elite. When she was dying I found a diary she kept. After reading it I uncovered the names of the nobles involved in getting her exiled. I can feel my heart come alive when I think of strangling the life out of them and watching their eyes go dead.

We met the children’s parents, stayed for a wonderful meal and then helped them with their chores in the morning. Nothing lifts your spirits more than being able to see the world through children’s eyes. I was able to forget all the troubles I left behind in Amn temporarily.

The half-Orc wife told us about watchtowers and Kobolds in the area and the threat to their children. We happened to stumble upon Kobolds near their house the next day. I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say that I felt more than happy to take care of the foul creatures. It feels good to murder for a good cause.

We found a staircase leading underground. We decided to explore it. When I was a younger man I had much more caution and would probably not follow anyone into a dark dungeon. Escaping and joining this group of adventurers has started to change me.

It occurred to me that it’s been six months since I left Amn and was released from protection. I gave the city officials so much information on Count Vin, a.k.a. ‘The Black Hand of the Docks’ that they had court wizards teleport me far from town so I could have a good head start fleeing from the city. I feel bad about leaving the old crew behind me. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t worried what had happened to them. When we were all rounded up we were taken to different interrogation rooms and from there I haven’t seen a single one of them.

_Written in Elven shorthand _- Note for future reference – Skali seems to have a bad reaction from alcohol. He slept instantly after just one drink.

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Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

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