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CHARACTER: Streth Evira
CLASS: Paladin LVL: 02

"After we made our plans, we set foot in Kaya's House of Rest for more information. We were surprised by the pleasant scent that ruled from inside and a gentle silence. I could feel the cooling breeze.

Then, we made way toward the receptionist to obtain information. A kind lady welcomed us after I have spoken up. We learned that this woman is Kaya herself, with silver hair and dark toned skin.

The first thing we asked about are the whereabouts of a person that is nicknamed "LD". Unfortunately for us, this person was not present at the time, but she is happy to redirect them to us if she does see them. Smuck suggested to book a room for the night, which price is significantly cheaper than I had imagined. A room that has four beds to offer costs 1 gold for the night, only a single person's breakfast is excluded with our stay, and the remaining ones must pay a single silver piece per person.

Miss Kaya could tell us a few things, she could point out the Executioner's Run at the map, which is present at the Old City, near the northern gate. As well as she could tell that "Pock-Marked Po" might be a name of a beggar prince. (Originally intended to be a term for mocking, however, a potentially, powerful individual that operates outside the city walls.)

We decided to indeed book the room for the night in return for a gold piece, and Smuck and Arden were so kind to pay the woman for her information, which she happily accepted. She handed us the keys to our room, and we made our path toward the second floor. That is where Smuck revealed us a secret.

We discovered that Smuck is in fact not a dwarf, he said. And said something about having entered this world or realm from another. I was baffled upon hearing this, not the fact that he may instead be a goblin, but he is a far traveler! How exciting! It explains why he had asked the prince merchant about the treatment of goblin kind from within the city walls. It all comes together now ...

The magical tool he uses to successfully manage the illusion of his person is available for four hours, with a single recharge of an hour. To avoid being seem and pose a threat to our companion, I suggested to buy a bag in which he can be carried safely while we are within the presence of others. We spent the remaining time of the recharging progress inside the comfortable room as Arden worked on copying our map.

Afterwards, we headed outside, obtained the bag of question for a nice price (1G instead of 2G) and a dictionary for each of us. Then we continued to the nearest gate for information about the missing children, but unfortunately, no information is to be had. We carried on to the northern gate, and came across a curious looking dinosaur, she seems to really like Arden! ... Perhaps not in a nice way.

We pressed on and arrived at the northern gate, but again, they can only redirect us to the person that wrote the message, unfortunately. Hopefully this person has enough information.

Then we resumed our path from beyond the gate, when a man came running toward us and requested our help to save a man who has been falsely accused of a crime he hasn't committed.

He pointed toward a distant crowd that seemed to be cheering at something, and the closer I was pulled by this individual after having confirmed our identity as adventurers, the clearer the information became.

A man named Draza is stuck in there. It looked like an arena in which beasts are fought. Miss Kaya at the inn had explained us about it, each lawbreaker has a chance to fight for their survival and have their chance for freedom. After moving even closer, we could see that raptors enter the space that aim to prey on whoever appears within the pit. The crowd's opinion was mixed upon witnessing this. Some were against it, the others enjoyed it.

The man, that tugged on my arm and dragged me closer, begged us to interfere from the sidelines. For the individual is innocent, and he seems truthfully convinced of that.

We scattered among the mass and each of us performed their role at causing a distraction or pose a threat to the incoming dinosaurs. Arrows were shot, ice appeared on the field. I've uttered the words of a prayer to defend the man below, and that was before my eyes witnessed the sight of a distant large dinosaur that caused a ruckus! However, on my path toward it, Gat, who saved Draza with his rope convinced me that it is one of ours.

We have a dinosaur by our side? All this time? We must bring Draza to safety and ensure the dinosaur remains on our side!"

Current Location: Old City - The Executioner's Run

- Friday/weekly

- 3-5 hours

- Flanking = +2 ATK

- Getting advantage is more difficult

- Discuss multiclassing (Might be declined)

- Max lvl 10

- Crit = Extra damage

- No resurrections

- 3-4 Sessions in city (many quests)

- New character obtains the equipment and inventory, exception is lava

- Enemies are avoidable, run if necessary
- Short background is necessary

If a puzzle isn't working out, travel to find clues. Brute force will have consequences. If done, then do stay away.

Not all traps are triggered by movement (Voice, casting magic) Some may not get a saving throw.

CHARACTER: Streth Evira
CLASS: Paladin LVL: 02

"We walked back past the GoldenThrone palace's bridges and made our path back to the Temple of Savras to have the priests help us with our objective. As soon as we have arrived, we met a group of citizens forming a circle around the entrance. They were seemingly distressed about something. Reasons they seem unwilling to share, at least not to me.

Upon entering the temple, we walked into a tense situation. Three cloaked people were at the altar to have an heated discussion with the head priest named Grandfather Zitembe. It was difficult to read the situation, but according to my team members, they are from the Zhentarim. A questionable organization that has their hands in many types of businesses, and usually not ones with the pleasant outcomes.

The acolytes could tell that Grandfather Zitembe is having uninvited visitors. Unwilling to mix in with the conversation too much, we proceeded with caution to listen in and read the situation better. Unfortunately, the whispering among the group has made this difficult and our presence was easily known. A name was mentioned, I believe, toward the person to the right. "Denzel"

Head priest Zitembe is an old man, but he revealed no fear, regardless of being taken by the collar. It was a relief when the stranger unhanded him when a few, additional whispers took place. They have made their turn toward us. Calling the man lucky for getting away with something, and they made their leave. We allowed them this passage. With the threat gone we headed toward him for our cause and questions.

He seems to have expected us, he has said, such was told to him in a vision, as fate had wanted and written. Fascinated as we were, but perhaps not as enthusiastically as Gat was to get on his knees before the man, we introduced ourselves. We learned of this man that the three were also looking for information, but the evil in their hearts in relation to death has made him refuse their request. It is what caused the argument between them.

Head priest Zitembe is offering to help us with the death curse and willing to provide us advice through visions for each our questions, however, he demands time to meditate and make contact to the higher entity for answers. Our main objective has ties with the Soulmonger, and so I have asked about its location within Chult. This powerful man is willing to provide us more help the next day, at the same time of day, in the afternoon, where he shall answer our requests and return us the answer for the first question.

With our thanks, we bid our farewells, for the next day to come.

Then we left the temple of Salvras to make way toward the inn's for a job to earn money for our expenses and travel, but we were interrupted when a flying half dragon came our way. We met Harbormaster Zindar, who can be found south east of Port Nyanzaru, close to the harbors.

He asked us if we were a part of the battle against pirate kind upon arrival, and that we are, indeed. He is impressed with our hard work and has offered us an opportunity to fight alongside him for a good reward. We, however, have a mission of our own, that task seems much more time consuming from the sound of it. Thousands of gold, goodness ... I fear we may not have what it takes.

I have confessed our own mission, and he seems understanding. Zindar has offered us alternative methods to earn some gold from him. This by finding their base of operation, to capture one of their three ships (Dragonfang, Emerald Eye or The Stirge) and any of their three leaders. He will gladly pay for any information on them, and is willing to receive us at the harbor to the east of Port Nyanzaru as previously mentioned.

We thanked him for the offer, and resumed our path toward the inns. Once within reach, we found the noticeboard and took a closer glance at the jobs that are offered. Many would lead to the Jungle, to which we cannot yet go without the permit of travel. Some locations are fairly unclear, and may need clarification.

We have found three potential quests for ourselves to consider. One of them being a map of a certain location within Chult, Arden seems to have quite the experience with these, and this may work in our favor.

As for the other two, there seems to be a person that avoids a certain debt that is to be paid, whose location is unknown to us. We intend to visit "Kaya's House of Rest" for the map quest, and learn more of the specifics of that location, as well as more specific information about the missing children, that can be found in the old city, north of Port Nyanzaru.

A child tugged on my shoulder, a citizen of Chult who seems to make me aware of the missing children quest. I have indeed tried to make contact to the young child, but it seems like their common tongue is not as clear as I would have hoped for. Perhaps we can invest in a dictionary of some sort to guide us. With my confirmation, the child resumed its mission to find more capable seeming adventurer's to help. I am uncertain as of what the child tried to tell me.

Perhaps the people at the inn know more, we must make haste!"

Current Location: Port Nyanzaru

CHARACTER: Streth Evira
CLASS: Paladin LVL: 02

"After having crossed the Bay of Chult, we have made it to Port Nyanzaru. During the final moments on the ship, the rabbitfolk traveling merchant came to me to ask to make a copy of the rare map I have in my possession. I let him. To honor the lady's request, I remained in his presence to ensure that the map stays in my possession.

Upon arrival the captain gave his farewell, but not without warning. He warned us not to trust anyone too easily and not to get dragged into their political game. The merchant princess and princesses are the wealthiest and most influential merchants at Port Nyanzaru, and are in charge of the safety of the port city's financial and general security.

Upon arrival, when the absence of the wind, each of us is exposed to the humid and hot climate. It is not easy to bear with while wearing the burden of armor. After leaving the harbors, we are greeted by the bustling streets of trade and a foreign language. Observing this mild cultural shock as we did, we figured out that to make progress on our quest is to make contact to its many people.

Jasper quickly headed to the gambling folk in order to make contact, but they seem surprised by his appearance by the time I have gotten in reach. They refused to speak, but when an older man approached me moments later, it became crystal clear as of why this is the case.

He had asked me if I am Jasper's owner and if he is indeed my pet, regardless of my efforts to correct him as well as clarification. Arden suggested me to go with its flow, but I wasn't certain if deception should be used for profit. That is wrong to do! After all, he has asked me to teach his reptile creature to walk like him as well. I have not learned of this man's name, but he seemed willing to share us a few things after we finally spoke the same language.

He gave us direction in order to find the prince merchant by the name we are given. I thanked him kindly, and we parted ways. On our path toward the palace by the name "GoldenThrone" with the color of gold for its roof. It is located at one of the four(+) hills of Port Nyanzaru. He has instructed us to take the bridge past it to find the man's mansion.

During our path, we came across many large reptile creatures, dinosaur species. Many who carry luggage, or are in use as mounts as we would use horses. Quite unusual. This simply amplifies the confusion toward Jasper, I recognized. Many of these buildings are painted in various of bright colors blending brightly in its sunlight. Many portraits of what seem like heroes and reptiles can be found throughout the environment.

I suggested obtaining a map to ensure a better travel through these busy streets and for optimal navigation. The agreement and cooperation of others led us to the nearest merchant from which we obtained the Port Nyanzaru map. At a single gold piece of cost.

During our stay at the shop, Jasper came in contact with a man named Rokah, who had a mission in mind when he took our lizardfolk toward the nearest alleyway for a conversation. He suggested to be alone, which wish I respected, but I remained within range for when something is amiss. When these two man parted ways, and Jasper returned, he told us what he learned.

He is offered an exchange. We are to escort this man to Port Beluarian where we must form a distraction for a certain duration. (30 mins) This place is where the Flaming Fist is stationed, and likely rules. Through this man, we learned that the Jungle is Flaming Fist territory. To enter and travel freely, we need to be in the possession of a "Charter of Exploration" that will function as a pass. This can be bought at the location for the value of 50 gold pieces. However, the travel always comes at a cost if one makes contact with a Flaming Fist agent.

A traveler of the jungles within their territory must always part ways with half of the value of his possessions to the Flaming Fist. And the travel without this Charter of Exploration will result in an arrest in which all possessions are taken and one is left in a state to crawl for survival.

While discussing these details, we made mention of the word "Distraction" which caused a familiar face to jump with excitement. He names himself Smuck, who is ... A dwarf without a beard? When he is asked, he reminds people that it is sensitive, so ... We refuse to speak of it. He wishes to join our cause or ... Something along those lines. Given that we could use any extra hands, we ... Accepted! I am very excited about this! Rokah can be met at the same alleyway at the upcoming, two mornings.

Together by the use of the map, we made way past the Temple of Savras, a deity for magicians and knowledge seekers of all sorts that specializes in visions. The large symbol of the wide open eye on the blue-white building its roof that points skywards confirmed it. A place to remember, for their many visions, we can put to good use.

Our path resumed, and with the crossing over the first bridge that towers over the marketplace from beneath brought us to the GoldenThrone palace. We took a moment to appreciate the view where a number of nobles could be spotted.

The second bridge brought us to the large mansion as instructed by the stranger. We noticed a statue among the many noble mansions, of a wealthy looking individual whose name is unknown to us.

Once we arrived at the mansion, we met two capable looking guards at the large gate. But luckily, by the mentioning of the lady's name, the guards allowed us passage. Once inside, we left our weapons at the entrance. It was done upon request. Then we were led to a space with many pillows and a large carpet. As soon as we took our seat, music began to play. With no bard in sight! A magical experience! ... Quite literally at that.

While we were occupied with a small discussion, the merchant prince walked in and greeted us warmheartedly.

He gave us a lot of information, but also had a question to our rabbitfolk companion. He wondered if he is a almaraj, a rabbit-like species from the jungle. One with a single horn that is rumored to be very intelligent with an amazing ability to outsmart its enemies. I have heard of these before! He also warned us about goblin-kind, or rather a tribe of goblins that are cruel in nature. Batari.

Wakanga O'tamu gave us many tips and places of interests for our mission. There are more temples than the Temple of Savras that could be looked into for more helpful information or general guidance. Four in total to be precise.

With the diversity that our group comes with, Gat is warned to be wary of the safety of his horns as there are many eccentric collectors, alchemists and other traders that are eager to find satyr horns for their many potions and goods. To ensure his safety, he recommends us two specific inn's for the night. One of them is on the loud side, he warns, as it is for the celebrating kind. We may not meet a lot of rest there. "The Thundering Lizard". Another one that he recommends is "Kaya's House of Rest" that provides a calm night, but he suggests that it comes with more services. This one is significantly more expensive.

On the topic of our financial difficulties, he suggests against a loan from one of the seven merchant princess and princesses. There is plentiful work to find near the inn's, that is where many people seek for adventurers to work for them. It is not much different from where we come from after all, haha! He also suggests the dinosaur races for gambling purposes to earn gold, or to participate in the race itself.

Wakanga also suggested a number of items for our travel into the jungles that will provide safe passage. Many of these can be obtained from the other merchant princes(ses). And he also clarified the roles of each their tools of trade. I made a list of them!

We have obtained a letter of recommendation that will clarify that we are an ally to the many merchant princes(ses) with a cause that concerns each. This will simplify our method of contact and our way around this location! I am looking forward to see what else will come.

We left the mansion to be on our way to the Temple of Savras!

NOTES:

Item: Insect repellent
Merchant princess: Kwayothé
Note: Located close to the exit of Port Nyanzaru.

Item: Rain catcher
Merchant prince(ss): Ekene-Afa
Note: Rainwater is said to be the only drinkable water in the jungles, anything else will cause sickness.

Tool: Beast of burden
Merchant princess: Ifan Talro'a
Note: Not to encumber us, we can hire a beast for our travel, but it must be fed.

Trade: Traveling guides
Merchant prince: Jobal
Note: All reliable guards work under his name and need his permission for service.

Trade: Loan of gold
Merchant princess: Zhanti
Note: Not recommended, unless there is not a single method left.

Trade: Herbs, poison, assassination
Merchant princess: Jessamine
Note: Be careful, do not get in her way. She is dangerous.

Trade: Knowledge, magic
Merchant prince: Wakanga O'tamu
Note: Our person of contact.

ADDITIONAL MISSION:
Recover the abandoned construct from nearby Camp(?) of Vengeance. Marked on the map.
Note: It is abandoned by an old friend of Wakanga, who unfortunately passed away."

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Port Nyanzaru

CHARACTER: Streth Evira
CLASS: Paladin LVL: 02

"With the information and map at hand, we were assigned to the docks to where the Stormbringer ship, the captain and its crew awaited us. After having made ourselves comfortable at the ship, we set sail. The days and nights have been passing, with not much event ongoing ... However, that changed . . .

Unsuspecting of what would come, I managed to get into a conversation with a nearby sailor, who looked like he was preparing the canon. My curiosity led me into being taught of how it works, and this kind man was fairly patient with me. I followed his instructions accordingly and with great success, I have been taught how to reload it. The crew member seemed impressed with me, astonished even when he uttered the words that my efforts and work could easily replace many of their crew members in number. He said that my efforts would normally require what takes approximately five men to do. Another person like me would be enough to operate one of these canons. I find it fascinating, but equally surprising. Have I truly done such a great job? Well, it was fun! I shall keep this in mind for when it comes in handy! - I thought to myself.

The weather gradually took a turn for the worse. First, the rain started, but it became much stronger. A tough wind increased the already tense atmosphere among the crew, of reasons I was uncertain. They seemed very fixated on the canons as if to expect an incoming force of offense. I had not a chance to ask, when the heavy rain chased me to the lower deck for cover.

There, I did take my chance to approach another sailor for questioning. They seem to be of the avoidant sort when it comes to the answer, but when I combined just the correct words, this particular man seems to ease up. Enough to speak of the issue, but warned me not to speak of it to others. It seems like the current location is known for its many pirates and their tendency to attack. Which chances vary with each travel.

Today ... It is one of those days.

Just after I managed to pass the message to the lizardfolk man of my group about the pirate concern, the bell from upstairs sounded. The commanding tone of the captain was heard through the heavy rain that brought more distance to our ears to hear. Pirates have been signaled. All hands are to be on deck to take their position.

With haste, I rushed up the stairs among the many sailors and the members of my own group. Each taking a position, myself included. After all, I was taught how to reload the canon. Luckily, these men allowed my assistance. Together, we awaited the signal of Captain Alistar.

With a swift turn of the ship, we managed to avoid the first canon attack of the opposing ship, and returned the favor with a perfectly aimed shot at their mast. With the mast of the pirate ship collapsing, the enemy struggled to near us, and that was for the better. Multiple shots were aimed on each side as the pirates neared us. Arrow shots were aimed from our side to weaken the offense and a bolt of fire. None managed to halt the enemy's advancement much, but their attacks were forced to delay.

Unfortunately, the pirates seemed eager to strike, when they forced to set foot on our ship and initiate battle. With a warding spell around me, I swore myself to protect those around me. Unfortunate as I was, I could not halt the attacks neither deaths of those who stood closest to our opponent. Lives were lost on each side, leaving traces on the ship, and for some to land in the water.

Violent shaking came from the sea below, caused by an unknown source. The ship was rocking and forced many of us to fall on our knees for balance. To seek eagerly for something to hold onto and stay far from the edge of the ship. The battle resumed, and put each the warriors at disadvantage. With the following numbers decreasing, our unknown source caused more instability to come. The pirates, who lost many of their men made an attempt to flee, but it was useless when an unknown beast emerged from the waters below and took the form of a draconic creature.

The attacks were halted, and a command sounded. "Do not shoot under any circumstance! It is Aremag, he is friendly!" Alistar thundered. Our actions have turned idle as each of us watched the situation unfold. The pirate ship had taken a hold of the enemy's ship and pulled it down to the depth of the sea.

The sea became calm again, until Aremag returned to the surface to speak in an odd language. Draconic. None, but Jasper is familiar with its tongue, and he enriched us with a translation. The sea creature demanded treasure. Not an unknown trait of dragon kind. The hunger for gold and their tendency to collect. Today, no different.

All passengers on the ship put their gold together to be granted passage, but our first collection did not satisfy the creature. Another round was forced to collect more gold until we obtained a total of four hundred and thirty gold pieces. A heavy treasure to carry, but it was what it took to be granted passage.

I decided not to give away all I had, regardless of the generous offerings that have been made. Gold may just be what grants us a shelter for the night, or food to eat from when we arrive. And while this creature suffers from its greed, I cannot make yet another sacrifice to toughen our survival chances. Tale of Wonder, he counts on us, even now.

Aremag returned to the depths after receiving the treasure in exchange for our safe arrival at the coast of Chult to Port Nyanzaru. Here, we must seek for prince merchant Wakanga O'tamu and make mention of the lady who sent us here. This man has an unusual title, I wonder if it holds special meaning. One of royalty or a man of high function?"

Current Mood: surprised
Current Location: Coast of Chult : Nyanzaru Port

We held our position in the room as we split our group in two, I headed north, following the hidden passage from which a curious kobold scout previously passed through before he retreated. It led to a narrow passageway in which that same kobold stood, yelling over to a space behind the curve leading to the western side. While it was not my intention to inflict such harm on such weak forces, these could not be avoided. These kobolds seem disinterested in changing their plans.

I tightened my grip on my weapon and struck the poor creature down, away from the path. This path revealed a long corridor which is connected from behind the room of corpses to a different one. Along with Sidah and Hemlock, we moved through there as the ones ahead of us yelled something in an unfamiliar language. (Draconic)

I heard Sidah mutter something about a prepared attack, so in return, I shut the door that connected the two paths to form a disadvantage. From the distance, I had seen a large group of kobolds that allowed spearmen through to battle us. I held my weapon ready for an attack, just like the others did, when suddenly a loud shake vibrated the ground of the building.

There were only sounds of agony in the far distance, muffled by the solid door from which we stood behind. Though, from behind the door I still detected movement until it was put on hold. Nothing happened for a while, until I decided to take a look. I saw three kobolds in front of me, one of them held a spear and the others behind him readied their bows. While all three made an attempt to land an attack on me, they didn't have what it took to break down the iron defense of Torm's holy shield.

With our turn to strike, we made quick work of the enemies ahead and hurried on to where the corridor would lead to. It made a turn to the left, and as soon as we got near, an intense heat filled the room. We were exposed to fire, or that, what remained of it. Corpses of burnt kobolds were scattered around the room and some of the furniture caught fire. The stench was highly unpleasant to say the least. That may as well have been the group that I saw before I shut the door. Such a large scale attack ... Was that someone on our team's doing?

Closing my eyes briefly as I moved on, I saw a passage leading outside where three kobolds ran through. They made an attempt to escape and that may as well be for the best. To my side, I heard a familiar voice. Near the staircase leading upstairs, I saw Sister Yolantha stand. She greeted us, and Kyndel also showed up afterwards. These grounds were clear, we could confirm, and we headed up the stairs to the space where the dragon awaits us.

The room to which the stairs led to looked like an average one with a fireplace, a place of comfort. The others found the dragon outside, he was on the roof with a few other kobolds, they had said. I hurried to them, after all, I must hold their attention, so the others may strike. Once we got closer, they seemed to have noticed our presence. One kobold holding a golden glowing orb with wooden wings tied to his back, two spearmen with Cryovain in the back. Around the dragon, a number of bones were piled up as he slept onto a magic circle. It looked like they were restoring his health!

Quickly, we got into combat. I rushed toward one of the spearmen to fight them when a conversation took place between Sidah and the one holding the orb. He, who resembled one of Sidah's illusions from the forest, began to laugh at him. He hadn't expected to see Sidah back and somehow, this kobold knows more about him. He was named evil for cooperating with evil forces, but the stranger doubted these statements. Is he truly evil? Or was it Sidah?

The spellcaster held onto his orb and casted a spell, cursing the upset kobold. It would help him remember, he had promised. Help Sidah remember who he was. He looked into the orb, until he got caught in a trance before his entire body language changed. He looked more secure than ever when he held onto his weapon with both of his hands. His eyes, it's like the color changed, when suddenly he rushed toward Hemlock for an attack. It nearly looked like he was under a spell, but when Hemlock robbed the orb from its magic and it was discarded by the spellcaster, Sidah's behavior didn't change. Has he been exposed to the truth? Was he always on the enemy's side?

One by one, we fought the enemies, taking down one after the other, until finally the spellcaster fell. While Sidah kept attacking us, he witnessed his superior, or what it seemed like to him, and fed the enemy his own potion. He regained consciousness but when an attack came from Hemlock, he carried only fear in his eyes and was forced to stand back, just like how Kyndel frightened Sidah during the battle. Both of them forced distance between us. It made the enemy an easier target, which was also when he fell again to his knees. Unconscious as he was. Never to get back up again.

We managed to destroy most of the bones that were neatly piled around the dragon and as soon as more than half of it was gone, the magic circle stuttered until it disappeared. The ritual was interrupted, but the healing has been applied, regardless of our attempts. When the dragon looked around and noticed that most of his troops were killed, his eyes grew wide. A deep frown appeared before the loud roar filled the surroundings. Violently, he used his wings to get up and began to collect his frost energy to land a familiar attack on us. Cryovain was furious.

With each of us in position, we battled the dragon. While he felt weaker than before, we somehow managed to knock him out. Each of us was surprised, until an intense, cold aura was circling around the creature when he suddenly got back up his feet, spreading the killing cold as he fought back. Massive damage was dealt to each of our bodies until I lost consciousness and fell.

My vision grew dark and I remembered the vague images of all that was left for me to do, hopes, dreams. A warm touch on my skin has helped me to reconnect with what was real. I had opened up my eyes and rose from the ground, no matter how cold it was. Gasping at the enemy that had nearly killed me trice. I grit my teeth, collected my shield and warhammer and charged back into battle.

Sidah regained his senses and took Kryptgarden's magic arrow along with his bow and found a good position to fire it at the enemy. Unfortunately, the arrow missed, but with Kyndel's assistance, the kobold was warped to the space of need and tried it once again. With grand success, he struck the dragon! There seemed to be no impact at first, it was as if the arrow was absorbed by its body, but as soon as he lifted his wings with an attempt to attack us from the heavens, thunderclouds began to gather. Lightning struck the beast and inflicted severe damage. It was as if the arrow guided the lightning, making the two sources connect. After a loud sound from the dragon, he crashed down from the sky, back to the stone surface of the roof. The vibrations from the impact worsened the impact of previous damage to the building. He was unable to stand for the moment, so we had used this to strike him while he was stunned.

Each of us managed to weaken him farther, but it was Sidah who landed the final strike with his axe, rendering our enemy useless after he decided that he no longer needed to speak to the dragon. He knows enough, he said.

A moment of silence was shared between us. I gave a final prayer to the recently deceased. I had hoped that somehow things would have gone differently. Their intentions must remain a mystery as it is. Enemies as dangerous as these won't allow anyone to learn about their plans. However, the threat is no longer. We buried the kobold that Sidah seemed familiar with and spent the night in Icepire Holt after securing it from enemies and remains of fire.

The night felt restless to me, while the battle has been fought, I don't feel as comfortable sleeping in what feels like a cemetery. May Torm guide these misleaded fools to a safe place. I will not forget them, strong enemies are to be admired, for we are nothing but equals on a battlefield, fighting a battle for a cause of our own. What is it that they had wanted? I kept asking myself.

. . .

The next day, we explored the surroundings of the fort. No sign of any threat. We had to make our path back and inform Phandalin of our success. To ease the road back, we cleared it from rubble and other remains, while the sister made a sign near the building. "No orcs allowed"

I summoned a beast that would assist us, a mountain goat. I had never done it before and needed some moments of concentration, but as soon as her scent reached me, I knew I had to get myself together. We must leave this place safely at all costs. And both Kyndel and Sidah put the animal to good use, it made me happy to see how comfortable they made themselves. It was such an honor to travel with these men and women, to fight alongside them. I wonder where our path will lead each of us from here on. Mine will lead me to Kryptgarden, it was a promise I had made to the lady. May she forgive my delay.

We stopped by the gold mine during our travel back to Phandalin, seeking for the gentleman Don-Jon, but he was not present according to the hardworking dwarves. They looked forward to celebrating our victory, but unfortunately, we cannot leave the people in the miner's town waiting much longer. Our journey continued and we made it back to the familiar town, where the people curiously followed us to the center of town. We were announced to the citizens and once the guard captains came out to welcome us, we told them the story.

Loud cheering followed after the proof was shown and we were dragged inside the tavern for a celebration. I grew anxious by the time, the longer it lasted. Knowing that Lady Susi is awaiting my return to Kryptgarden. I had hoped to learn of a way to send a message to them of my arrival, for a guide of Kryptgarden to guide me back to the people. I learned that the guard captain had his vocal cords damaged and could no longer speak, even when sister Yolantha helped him. It made no difference. They seem convinced that it may still recover. I am glad that he managed to survive that fall. Hopefully, Torm's holy shield, that I had casted on the man, was of any help. His smile, however, even in a torn state, encouraged me to try harder.

The druid of Kryptgarden, the lady had said in the ex-captain's place, that Lady Sade came to Phandalin with her own quest. It was not Phandalin that made contact with the druids. To message them of my arrival will prove to be a bigger task than I had hoped for. I must return by tomorrow. I recalled the letter and grew far more nervous. At night, it may be restless until I return to her. I wonder if a pair of flowers will help ... Maybe a tiny gift from Phandalin will do it?

During the loud partying, something caught the attention of the people. One by one, they went outside when the heavens became dark and clouds in the distance began to gather. They formed words, no, a message. And not just any, they formed above the forest of Kryptgarden. It seems like the message of victory has been received by the druids. Each of our names was mentioned in the message of thanks from the arch druid. It was impressive, but the pressure and stress grew worse. If the druids know, then ... So does she. I heard loud gasping and noticed people point at the clouds again.

I turned my head and felt my face becoming pale when a new message appeared.

"VEIGEROS, RETURN IMMEDIATELY."

I felt the sweat drip down my face, my body began to shake as the words of her letter repeated in my mind. I muttered to myself "She'll kill me, she'll kill me ..."

. . .

Immediately, I prepared everything I needed for my travel back and went to rest early that night. When I left the partying crowd, a familiar kobold blocked my path. It was as if he knew of my future plans. He looked at me with his bright blue eyes, as curious and insecure as they were when he asked me if he could come with me to Kryptgarden. He could use a break from everything in a place of rest and shelter. I felt my expression soften as I placed my hand on his head. "Of course, you can." I smiled at him and nodded back at the boy.

It looks like my travel back will not be lonely.

"After the final arrangements at Kryptgarden, Lady Sade led us to the edge of the forest, closest to Icespire peaks. There was still a road ahead of us to travel and our plan of approach was still unclear. We have been warned about the mountain and from the looks of it, another obstacle was yet to be discovered. The mountain was nearly invisible to the eye, covered by a blizzard.

When the lady druid left us, we decided to turn into eagles to make way toward our destination, following sister Yolantha. She discovered an alternative route below the building which may as well be the one we sought for. As soon as each of us landed there, Sidah suddenly fled with fear in his eyes. That place we're heading for, it may hold fearful memories. As an eagle, he flew back up in the sky, followed by Kyndel and Hemlock who tried to block his path and to reason with him with the limited methods they had. Eventually, it did work out and he returned. The spell ended, we could no longer fly away.

In front of us there was a type of undercroft, an underground building that is hopefully connected to the Icepire hold above. When we went inside, there were coffins in each room. In one of the rooms, there was an operation table with remains of blood and straps. It is unknown to us what may have been done here. The three rooms were all connected to an open space with a stairs leading to the upper floor. Once inside, we were exposed to numerous skeletal remains of both men and orcs. Their flesh was partly eaten. There was an open space in the ceiling which Kyndel explored with Punk, they discovered the Dragon above and a small group of kobolds performing a type of ritual. While in a room with necromantic energy, I do not anticipate meeting the outcome too soon.

Our discovery was put on hold when kobolds tried to enter the room, and we were forced into battle. More enemy troops followed and announced our presence for more of their forces to follow. May Torm be our guiding light! We mustn't fail our brothers and sisters!"

After the final arrangements have been made and all that was said has been said, we followed lady Sade toward the edge of Kryptgarden forest. A path partly familiar to us, but not without the guidance of the powerful druid to save us from invisible portals leading to the feywild.

During our journey toward the exit closest to our destination, we participated in small discussions. We wondered if Punk, Kyndel's familiar, would be willing to scout the enemy grounds, but he seems unwilling. Then we discussed the tools we are handed for our mission, the scroll will transform us into eagles to fly toward our destination. Flying into the enemy's grasp, however, is not a very bright move to make. Besides that, eagles do not fly in packs, and we must be considerate of that, in case the dragon will be at the top of the hold to keep an eye on any incoming enemy forces.

We were told that dragons see sharper than we do, smell better than we do and, like this, he may even pick up on our smell and detect minor unnatural things, such as eagles approaching the Icepire Holt's grounds. Alerting the dragon or the enemies near the walls will result in us failing the mission, for they must have a plan in case of an attack. Knocking on the door is the most foolish thing to do. We relied heavily on the secret passage and are yet unfamiliar with the battlefield of choice. Planning ahead is difficult, and so the discussions seemed meaningless until we'd get closer.

During our discussion, Sidah was suddenly missing but with the ladies' skillful eyes, he was quickly found. It appears he stood still for a moment, he was caught in an illusion of some sort, so lady Sade was so helpful to recover him and bring his attention back to where it belonged, reality. Sidah was surprised, he had said, for he had heard a voice that is familiar to him. Not only that, it showed a Kobold to him, wielding something that gave off a bright, golden light.

Lady Sade explained to us that the fey wild's tricks use the memories of the owner to establish an illusion to lure their prey. While Sidah is at least vaguely familiar with the principle, he did use the opportunity to look into an unfamiliar memory. It may be tied to the name he had heard before, this may as well be the one that cursed him and robbed him from the memories. Or the one, that we assume is the magic user, the shaman, if not an innocent person that would reach out to the lost kobold to help him. Whoever he may be or have been, we will eventually discover more when we visit enemy grounds. Sidah let us know that the Icepire Hold reeks awfully, so our scent may not be an obstacle nor needs to be neutralized by any needs.

We continued the walk and another topic came to discussion. Lady Sade explained that the pool is for multifunctional use and had confessed that she is a hero enthusiast. The spirits hold memories of various types of heroes, as well as many of their tomes. She'd sometimes use the pool to view the memories of heroes. One of them is the tabaxi we met, Tibirin by name. A paladin that granted us his hand in combat, giving us hope in times of desperation and fear, he revealed us the light, and we defeated our fears. The druid explained that she has never met him before, he is a hero from hundreds of years ago in the past, one of which she heard of by the elder druids. It makes sense why he was so thankful to be remembered. Neither will I forget him, it is such a shame that we may never meet again.

Once we reached the edge of the forest, the druid gave us her farewell and best wishes, before she transformed into a beautiful falcon with blue/green elements to her wings. After spinning half a circle above us, we waved her off.

We decided not to climb the mountains, for it may take longer than we anticipated. A mistake can be deadly and besides that, there is a storm around the hills. It may cover our path toward it, but it may also bring severe danger. After opening up the scroll, Kyndel transformed each of us into eagles. The sister would head toward our destination as the first, followed by the rest of us. She is quick to pick up on small things and this may add to our advantage. We don't have the luxury of taking risks with just the five of us against a well-prepared army of kobolds and a dragon.

Yolantha led us to an entrance at a lower location from the hold. One, that would normally be poorly visible and maybe even dangerous to travel to, our path as eagles made it a safe one, even with a snowstorm out. It was a battle to keep sight of all that happened, but as soon as Sidah arrived, he flew off in response of fear. It made me wonder what happened in this place. Kyndel flew after him to change Sidah's mind and direction, but it seemed harder than it was. The fear was intense from how it looked, but with Hemlock's assistance, all three returned safely. The fire genasi was quick to undo the transformation to complicate a second attempt of escape.

In front of us there was an entrance to some type of under croft. We entered to see what it holds. The first room had coffins positioned on the ground with no clear order. No information of the owners was found, but that didn't hold me from making a brief prayer for the deceased. May they be in a better place now. At the end of the entrance room, there was another door, leading deeper into the unknown. From there on, there were three paths to take. To our left and right, each a door and ahead of us, there were stairs leading to a higher floor. We first took the entrance to the left, to where more coffins were positioned, along with a type of operation table with straps and blood according to the sister. The look in Sidah's eyes seemed fearful when she entered that room specifically, and a type of unsettling stench traveled to the open space. Nothing else was found inside, so we headed to the other door to the right. Confirming that no sounds were heard, but it didn't last long when the Sister took her position right next to me and a magic trap went off.

The tile on which she stood lit up and not far from us, a second light showed in the distance, but the string of magic was interrupted by Hemlock's skillful approach. This would have alerted the enemy if not interrupted. We held our position for a while and continued after everything went quiet again. With a failed attempt to open up the right door, we again had to hold our position once we got into the room. There was movement from two different directions again, but that, too, went quiet. The right room held more coffins and nothing to be found. It made us wonder what has happened here.

We couldn't afford any more time to stand still, and continued our way up the stairs, where we were guided inside a larger room with a religious symbol on the floor. The sun of the Morning lord, Lathander. Above the ground, corpses and skeleton remains of many. These, limited to humans and orcs alone. It was unclear as to why these were positioned here.

The others had discovered a gap in the ceiling, or rather, a connection. Kyndel commanded Punk to climb his way up and take a closer look at what is happening above us. When he returned and Kyndel straightened his posture again, he let us know his findings. Above, there is Cryovain and a handful of kobolds. He said that they are in the process of taking care of a ritual for the dragon. It may be tied to treating his wounds. Inside the room which we are present, the others detected necrotic energy and another detail became clear, a part of the corpses had been eaten. It was an unpleasant thought to wield in a place such as this.

Our exploration was interrupted when suddenly we heard the sound of a key making an attempt to unlock the door leading to the eastern side of the building, accompanied by the voices of kobolds. We positioned ourselves away from sight, and used the opportunity to strike down the offense. It was a shame, however, the sounds of battle and fire caught the attention of others. When the three entering kobolds were taken down, another entered through a secret passage and escaped in time to inform the others of the attack. A call for backup has been announced.

Our position as we hold it right now will allow only a limited number of enemies to enter, while it looks like a disaster, we may still hold the advantage. May Torm's guiding light shine upon us all.

I placed myself in a comfortable position, close to the window, to make sure that I will hear when the lady is calling for me. Once I had entered my meditation to feel well rested for the event, I'd occasionally hear screaming in my mind, or odd, indescribable noises. Each time, I'd take a warrior stance but with no threats to battle in front of me, nor near me. Kyndel suggested that they may be nightmares, if not results of excessive traumatic experiences. I wasn't sure what to think, because I indeed have had some complicated phases in my life. I hadn't imagined how much of an impact it could have had during my moments of rest.

How is it possible, I wondered, that this is the very first time that it has happened to me? Am I concerned about the dragon? Or is it the midnight event? Will I be strong enough?

No, I couldn't let it control me. Each time it happened, I'd position myself back to resume the resting. While it felt like I didn't get much of an opportunity, I got some words of comfort send into my mind. It felt like a sign that I was given, assuming that it was a part of a dream of some sort. Not only that, it advised me how to dress, like it knew that I had an upcoming meeting with that lady. I have to fix my hair, bring flowers, and ... The rest I forgot.

Around midnight when everyone chose to sleep, I left the treehouse as quiet as I could in response and made way to where the howling came from. When I was making my way toward the forest, I heard Hemlock's voice in my head. She sent me her best wishes. While I couldn't see her, I was happy about her support.

I straightened my posture and found the most beautiful white flowers that I could find, glittering in the moonlight. With these in my possession, I met the wolf that called out to me.

The wolf guided me farther away through the forest until it paused. Then it turned to me and transformed into a human, one that looked familiar to me. It was Susi! I noticed that she looked differently from the one I have met. It caught me off guard, and a little nervous, but her behavior and body language, even if a little differently, confirmed that she is, indeed, the Susi I met.

Her hair, it was nicely brushed, her eyes had some black type of ink around them, her lips, redder than before. And more of her face looked a little different, as if decorated for a feast. Are these cosmetics? And that scent that she had, it was very fresh and a little sweet. Very gentle. Her robe was partly torn, dyed in a midnight blue. Lady Susi told me that she had an accident which resulted her robe to be torn at the position one of her legs, exposing it to harm.

The lady didn't look dressed for a fight and it concerned me about her safety in combat. After all, we would battle a sacred beast near the shrine of Torm. Of course, that won't make me take this challenge any less seriously! Quite the opposite, I feel urged to keep her safe even more now! Even if the scent may attract the beast, my mission won't be aborted!

She approached me for what looked like an embrace and I tried to hand her the flowers, but she ignored them and squeezed them in between us. We shared an embrace, which seemed strange. She was so kind and willing to be close to me all of a sudden. Then, she took the flowers in her hands with surprise and excitement. She admired them and I told her that they reminded me of her and her wolves, glittering in the light of the moon as they did.

Then she turned to me and gave me advice related to the other women in my group, again, pointing out that they are dangerous, deceptive people. Sure, I have witnessed some of that, but she didn't stop after mentioning the first troublemakers. She also included sister Yolantha, a woman who is ever so faithful and wise, to be manipulative. Susi believes that she will render me into one of her puppets if she'd have the chance. When I exposed my hand on request, she noticed the ring, asking me why I am wearing it. And I told her, I was told to keep it safe with no other instructions. Lady Susi assured me that this ring is a part of Yolantha's plans to control me through manipulation. It is a cursed item that is in my possession and she demanded to take the ring away. I resisted, however, then I must at least return it to the sister. Instead, I took it off and was given a ring which she conjured from a rock. It was impressive, the ways she used her magic like that and made an excellent copy of it.

That'll keep the sister from wondering, she had said to me.

Then she continued to speak ill about Hemlock, which she said is named after poison. A horned, fat woman, she described her as. I don't recall Hemlock being fat? Quite the opposite, I'm concerned if she feeds herself well. We haven't been able to visit taverns lately, but luckily the druids provide us with plenty of food! Lady Susi warned me that she is a tiefling, a devil worshipper that is interested in obtaining my soul and I must be wary of her. If possible, avoid any contact with her, so I won't be consumed by the darkness. I feared for the worst, but nothing has happened? These women she speaks ill of, they saved my life.

After everything was said, she held onto my arm tightly as we continued our journey toward the shrine. On our way to an open field, I heard an unknown noise. Soon afterwards, a large creature made its appearance. Its legs were guarded by metal and it wore a mysterious mask. Quickly, I drew my sword and stood in front of the lady to protect. I taunted at the beast to come to me, forcing its gaze on me, but the beast, he didn't move. He looked rather confused as if it recognized our innocence, gazing in our direction. In the back, I saw the lady druid use hand motions at it, which I assume is a druidic method to calm the mind of the enemies. Soon afterwards, the beast let out a small noise and it disappeared.

Dumbfounded as I felt, I watched it ran off with great speed, disappearing into the distance. Confused whether I must chase it or not, but the lady held onto my arm again and cheered that I have protected her. She admired me wholeheartedly, calling me a great warrior, but I haven't fought the beast. Are we the chosen ones that are allowed in the shrine? The Lord must have blessed us! I thank you, Torm! Your guiding light, I won't let it fade, neither in the darkest of nights!

With the druid on my side, we made it to the shrine. It had a text written on the wall with a crossed through word, which was a little odd for a shrine, but who knows what may have happened to it. The previous shrine wasn't in the perfect state either, it must be a result of the difficult terrain.

While I was examining the text, Susi continued her path and during it, she fell down a cliff (1 meter high) and sprained her ankle. I rushed toward her, but she seemed to have slipped and rolled straight into the water stream, in which she got her robe soaked. I checked on her to see if she was alright.

Yes, she said, but she hurt her ankle. I took a close look at it, it didn't look very bad. Though, it's not in my nature to doubt a lady and especially not one of such a high, druidic position. I asked her if I should heal the pain away, but she said that during the night, she is allergic to healing. It was concerning, I haven't heard of such a conditional allergy before. Instead, we must spend the night at the shrine, she said.

I couldn't let a lady rest at a humid place such as this one if I can help it! Then, I suggested that I could carry her to safety, away from the potential dangers. Again, I couldn't. She is cursed by the feywild and cannot be carried or else she will turn to dust! I grew nervous, frozen in my position, brainstorming about a method to get her to safety elsewhere. She moved toward where some blankets were positioned in a golden yellow shade. It made me wonder how they got there. Is this really a shrine? Was it a message of comfort by Torm? My attention was fixed on Susi, I didn't pay attention to any symbols or markings, and everything was happening so incredibly fast.

Before I knew it, the lady druid crawled toward where the blankets were at and took off her soaked robe with little care about exposing her body. I decided to turn my head away respectfully until she was wrapped in the blankets. I felt concerned that she'll be cold, especially with the water that she's been exposed to. Though, Lady Susi assured me that she was fine with just the blankets, but did let me know that it may not be enough. She needed my warmth as well.

By that, she needed me to take off the cold metal armor to share my body heat with hers. I hesitated for a moment, but I recognized my duty and did as she told me to, keeping my weapons close in case of an enemy's attack. She pulled me closer to her and I felt her body pressed against mine. It was strangely comfortable to feel her soft skin touch mine and to wrap my arms around her gently. Eventually, I'd let my chin rest on her as our embrace tightened a little. I never thought that I needed an embrace such as this one in my life. Everything happened so fast, but now, it felt like time stood still for a moment.

It didn't stop there when she started shivering again, and she suggested that we needed to create more body heat through ... Various exercises ... And ... She ... Sure had her ways with that. I could feel our connection grow in ... Unusual ways. I wanted to keep her safe in ways I have never felt so eagerly for a single person in my life before. The moment we spoke that day felt like a magical moment, and now, this is what happened.

. . .

The next morning, I came to my senses again. I was alone in the blankets with a scarf around my neck, wielding her scent, the one she had during that night, but Lady Susi, she is gone. With no blood traces nearby, I realized that she made herself to safety, or so I hoped. I needed to confirm her safe return from the others. She is their portal guardian after all.

I recalled what she told me. All the druids that were gone during the evening, they returned safely, along with three masked people that the archdruid invited. That connection reminded me of the others and my urge to hurry back to them as quickly as I can. With this scent so close to me, I felt more confident than ever before. With a brave smile, I made a final prayer to the shrine. Unlike how it usually goes, this felt ... Empty. Like the connection was broken to the shrine.

I hurried back to the ones that were already curious about my wellbeing and wished them a good morning upon meeting. They seemed curious, if not suspicious about where I have been, or rather, they seemed vaguely informed. Sure, they were curious, but not upset about my sudden disappearance. I appreciate their curiosity about me and urge me not to leave me behind. I did get a mild fear of abandonment when they were suddenly chasing that bell, occupied by some wererats while we were at the gold mine, but this time, it was different. I felt very appreciated.

They asked me a number of questions and checked my new scarf, dyed in a familiar color of midnight blue. Sister Yolantha seemed extremely curious about the fake ring, she, too, needed me to remove my armor to see it. It made me a little suspicious, because it seemed to align with what Lady Susi warned me about.

I didn't hesitate this time to ask her if there is a reason why I must keep it safe for her. Sister Yolantha explained that it will protect me in battle, she spoke truthfully, but somehow, it felt like there was more to it. Women, they can be very sweet and lovely, but they also seem to have a side to them that I can't quite understand. But, that doesn't make my shared company with them any less nice, if anything, more interesting. Maybe, one day, I'll have them figured out. I'd wait while putting the ring on as soon as they don't pay attention.

We went back and met up with Roihu who was awaiting us at the tree house, curious about our lacking presence. He let us know that the archdruid wishes to meet with us after breakfast. After we enjoyed the breakfast and delicious juice, we went with him to where they would meet with us.

There, the potion master, arch druid and Sade were awaiting us. The potion master handed Kyndel three potions, upon the sister's request, we were given a powerful scroll (Pass without trace) to aid us in our quest in return for 200 gold, which she single handedly paid. As nervous as I was to see only 32 gold in my possession, I wasn't able to help much with the payment. They cannot assist us in any other way, but they have given us so much during our stay. A wonderful stay, great sleep, kind people and a unique experience.

Sade approached me and handed me a letter, she confirmed to me that Susi has safely returned and she was handed a message to give to me. I felt blessed and my cheeks flush a little, but I had to address my concerns about her. I needed her to know about the curse and told her, but in response, the lady slapped her forehead for reasons I didn't understand. Then she told me that it'll be fine. Yes, I believe so, too. After all, this is a place of healing. Again, I felt my smile return to me.

We shared our goodbyes with the people and I promised my friend Roihu that I'll return when I survive. I really wish to hear everything about his druidic experiences in full length! The moment we left, he turned into that beautiful, blue bird again and spun a few times above us, high in the sky. I waved him and the others goodbye as we followed Sade.

. . .

When no one was looking, I took a glance at the content of the letter and felt the sweat form on my forehead. I hadn't expected such love and threats combined in a single letter.

"Brave Sir Veigeros,

you are hereby granted my permission to depart on your quest to slay a dragon.
After you have slain the monster, you are to return to my side immediately and without delay.
IF YOU EVEN SO MUCH AS LOOK AT OTHER GIRLS WHILE YOU’RE AWAY, I WILL KILL YOU, THEN REVIVIFY YOU, THEN KILL YOU AGAIN.

Hugs and kisses,

Your Lady"

. . .

I thought to myself when I looked at the home of the druids fade away into the distance. That ... I must return. I wish to recover more in this peace when everything is over. Thank you, everyone, for your hospitality. I will not take this for granted.

NOTE: Yolantha and Hemlock were looking for an old druid to learn more about the Icepire Hold, and learned that 30 years ago, there was no message again from the warlord that built the fort. The druid mentioned that it was built to keep the marauding orcs in check. Though, the regions have been exposed to earthquakes. The building may be damaged in response to the earthquakes. She also told the two women that their supply routes were cut, and she believes that the warlord and her men may have died of starvation. (+ 3 health potions - Kyndel, +1 scroll of Pass without Trace, everyone is well fed.)

While we were resting in the tree house, we heard a small bird land on our balcony, and I didn't hesitate to get there in time with the lady praying and the kobold deeply in thought. It looked like a regular bird, either a druid or an animal companion.

The bird looked at me and held its position when they saw me, pointing at the small letter attached to its leg. I did my best to carefully untie it. Once it was released from what it held, the bird took off. I waved after it, giving it my thanks, and returned to the room to take a close look at it.

I don't know who it was that made the illustration and notes, but it's very helpful for what we will be facing soon. An illustration of the icespire hold and some notes, that describes how the place looked over fifty years ago based on the stories of a traveler that was a visitor. It is said that the fort was held by a warlord by the name Delsendra Amzarr. I showed Sister Yolantha and wanted to show it to Sidah as well, but he was deeply in thought to a point where it seemed to physically strain him. Last time he did so, he returned with such valuable information, so, I hesitated to show him earlier.

Then moments later, Kyndel and Hemlock returned from an investigation and shared with us that a child had come to them in a desperate manner, wondering where their parents went. Saying something about the druids that are in danger. I was skeptical when they couldn't properly answer me where the child went. The direction that Kyndel showed me that they went in was off. He said that they went to their brother or sister. He didn't even realize whether the child was in good hands during these dark times.

I wanted to see the child, but I also wanted to ensure that the situation was clear of danger to the druids. The sister and I agreed that we must find a guide, for we may step inside dangerous terrains of the feywild. Sidah said that once we are close to danger, he'll refuse to go farther. He holds the destined arrow, conjured by the magical tree, that will assist the battle against the dragon. A threat that may eventually reach the woods of Kryptgarden as well. A place where the air is clear and people and animals live in peace. They have helped us, we must return the favor!

Together, we left the tree house to seek for a guide that will bring us to the source of the danger. Kyndel remembered a young druid who spoke of it and brought us to where he last saw him. Though when we reached the space, he wasn't present, only two others. We noticed a large white wolf not far from us, the druids didn't respond to them. Kyndel and Hemlock approached the young druids and asked who the wolf was. They belong to one of the guardian druids, named Susi, and we noticed the wolf pick up a basket that it was handed.

We decided to chase the white wolf to where it was going, when it was made clear that this person has a higher position and may potentially be a guide to take us to where the danger is present.

With a good exercise, we managed to keep up with the wolf while maintaining a safe distance from it. Eventually, it led us to a place where all the trees took a strange shape and the mushrooms grew in vivid colors. Clearly signs that we are close to the feywild.

. . .

In the distance, the wolf reached its owner, a fine looking woman who had another wolf. We addressed our quest, but she told us to leave immediately. We didn't know why or what she was there for, but she let us know that she is guarding the place. I asked of her if she has had contact with the others, but she refused to give any more information. She refuses to be our guide and would even spit at the words. She seemed very protective of the place, but could confirm to me that we haven't yet entered dangerous territory, which was a relief.

I caught her gaze resting on me most of the time. I wasn't sure what it meant. If she had an issue with my presence or not. Unwilling to put her patience to the test, especially with the threat that she'll send her wolves after us, I turned away and was about to leave when I heard her request. She needed to talk to me, but me alone. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I asked her where she wanted me to stand for the talk, but she requested me closer. I accepted the request. The others encouraged me to, and I did my best to keep up my posture and fix my hair a little, like Hemlock suggested me to.

The closer I got, the more nervous I became, especially after the words of the others. When I was in reach, the wolves both came closer to me. I held my arms up high to show that I am not a threat and let them smell me. Their actions were halted when the lady gave her command, and the wolves retreated to their position. The druid stepped forth, and I saw her gaze exploring my appearance.

"What is a paladin so strong as yourself doing with such a group?", the lady druid asked.

She mentioned that some of the members are a lying bunch, and I wasn't sure why she assumed as such. Have Kyndel and Hemlock deceived me? They were the only ones that spoke ...

She verbally recognized my muscular features, but got sidetracked during it. I wasn't sure why she was so interested in my strong physical appearance until I announced that I am a follower of Torm. Her eyes grew wide, and she'd looked from side to side when she mentioned an ancient temple of Torm which is protected by an ancient beast. She's been wanting to explore it, but has no companion to do so with, and was wondering if I could. Today, at midnight.

I was flattered.

She was also concerned about my wellbeing when I mentioned our quest to slay the dragon, and seemed disappointed that I had to eventually leave. It's true, I, too, am disappointed about that. This place is so tranquil. I'd love to stay longer, but I must keep this and the other places safe. I want to keep her, the other druids, the people of Phandalin and surrounding places safe from additional harm.

She gazed into my eyes no other person has done before. They seem trusting, occasionally, her cheeks would flush a little.

At midnight, a meeting? I'd want to keep her safe. She seems to need someone to protect her, I cannot let her down. These druids, they are such kind people. Spending more time with them, I am sure that it'll be a great experience. If I die in the battle for freedom, then may this be a wonderful experience to hold onto and strengthen my will. May we celebrate victory, if we will survive.

Susi confirmed that the druids are not in danger. This is a routine mission, the duty of the druids. She guards the portal to the feywild and keeps the children from entering the dangerous surroundings. It was an honor to meet such a valuable member of the druids. To think that she'd like to spend time with me ... An honor indeed. No one may know? ... It must be a sacred place.

I returned to the others and shared with them the information related to the danger. I feel hurt to have been deceived by my own companion and the lack of information to back that up with. With that, we returned to the tree house, where I intended to rest up before midnight.

... She'll howl three times.
I cannot wait!

Note: Susi means wolf in Finnish. Sidah said that the secret entrance is not connected to the guard house, it's elsewhere. It must be the main fort.

After giving the druids the message of the tabaxi, whose name is Tibirin, we witnessed surprise from all the gazes that surrounded us. It was not very unusual for me to be watched with such curiosity, but it seemed more like distress. Not surprisingly, they may have been able to watch us fight in those troubled surroundings. It was only when the divine warrior had been called to the field of nightmares, when the tables turned in our favor. He, who has given us strength to fight.

With the return, we realized that this was a mere mental process. Our physical appearances had no such damage from the battle, but our spells powers have depleted if used in combat. It seemed like it was more than just a mental simulation, a battle against fear.

A sheet of paper was close to us, as if misplaced by a strong wind, and briefly afterwards collected by the gentle lady, Sade. She was nervous about it, by the looks of her body language when she placed it back inside a book, hiding it from view. When I noticed it, I saw the druid writings surrounding a sketch portrait of the tabaxi which we spoke to. He said that it's nice to be remembered, but what meaning does it hold? Is he no longer existing? I was confused not to find the gentleman anywhere among the people.

After a brief discussion between the arch druid and Sade, we were dismissed from our positions and guided back to the tree house to await further instructions. There, we had a moment to ourselves to relax after what happened. After about an hour, a message was given that the arch druid wished to see us, and we didn't want to keep the wise man waiting. With our private guide to take us where the man is, we made it to that destination safely.

We were informed that Sade has made a terrible mistake, an act that goes against their ways of the druid, for which she must be punished. Sister Yolantha requested him not to make it as bad and with Kyndel's cooperation, they made sure to convince the man to lessen the punishment for her doings. After all, it is for a greater good. The dragon concerns all the surrounding regions, and he must be defeated.

The elder also let us know that the druids, including Sade cannot assist us in this battle. They have their own battle to fight to maintain a balance between their territory and that of the feywild. It is the very reason why travelers demand a guide to take them there safely. He explained to us that it may otherwise expand, which will cause great dangers to travelers who end up entirely lost in unknown surroundings.

There was, however, something that he could give to assist us in the battle. He reached out to us with a magic arrow and let the spirits decide their owner. The arrow pointed at Sidah and with it, he was given a bow. Along with that, each of us, but Kyndel (by choice), was given a coat to protect us from the temperature of the mountains and a spell scroll. We have given our thanks and with that, our conversation came to an end. He allowed us another night in safety to restore our strength.

We returned to the place of our stay, accepting the offer that was made to us. On my way back, the guide and I discussed the pleasure of flying and all that comes with it. It's not my first time that I've been so excited by something, but this is something I'd love to try! It's such a shame that it seems exclusive to druids who have undergone many years of training. I really do wonder if I can afford the amount of years without being able to offer a helping hand to the men and women that seek for a savior in their darkest times. It was fun to talk about it, anyway!

Kyndel made me an offer, he can make it work, he said, but for that, I must pay up a fine amount of gold. It is true, some desires do come at a cost ...

After a brief discussion about our tactics to put to use when we'll infiltrate the castle, the group seems a little dismissive and skeptical. It is because Sidah wishes to speak to the dragon, who seemingly knows more about his story, but knowing the brutal and impulsive nature of the dragon, these plans don't seem like they were his.

To me, he seems more like a war general, one that commands the kobolds, but who is not the mastermind of these. There must be someone more, someone, we believe, may be a shaman of some sort. That person, they may have cursed Sidah as well to use him as a scout to explore the town of Phandalin. It's a wise plan, but clearly of evil nature. We have fought group by group who were driven away from their homes and, violently, they had to make room for their new home at the cost of that of others. Why, I wonder?

The answers must lay in the Aspire peak hold, where the dragon is present. May we put the evil to rest for the days of peace to come.

We split up after a brief talk, Sidah and I went to see how Sade was doing. We were pointed in the direction of a library, but not allowed to enter. A friendly druid near the door informed us that she is doing well and that they are certain that the punishment won't be severe. They need Sade, she appears very precious to the people. If we want to speak to her, then we can do so in the morning. Sade, she will be our guide on our way back.

With that earned knowledge, Sidah and I returned.

After the fight came to an end and the chaos was starting to calm down little by little. The wounded were carried over to where the clerics rest and the rest began preparing for the night.

All of us were requested to follow the vice captain lady to a building nearby together with Sade, the druid from Kryptgarden. Inside, we were requested to take a seat to discuss the situation and planning for the upcoming actions. She was curious to learn about what happened before Phandalin was attacked, aiming her attention to Sade. She explained the situation as it previously happened, starting from the moment the guard captain requested us a moment of time to inspect Sidah.

But she explained more than I previously caught. The druid explained how the skull that Sidah was wearing is cursed, that much we knew, but she added that, via the curse, the dragon could see through the eyes of the kobold and map out the entire town as we stopped by for traveling every time. This includes the location of each of the town's weaponry, located at each corner and forming a strategy to take them out efficiently.

It appears to be one of the white dragon's weaknesses and concerns that previously kept the town safe. Nobody was able to determine how wounded the dragon was when it was hit by the large arrow in his wing, but we learned of his arrogance. He will only retreat, we assume, when he is severely hurt but we have witnessed his massive strength beforehand. Us alone, we may not be enough to take him down, especially if he flies up the heavens to attack from above.

Most of us are also tied to a fear which the cold damage applied to us when we were struck, which would interfere with our chances of survival. Sade told us that she and the druids from Kryptgarden could be of help and she was assigned to bring strong adventurers for their task as well. We agreed to come with her, even with Kyndel who tried to talk himself out of the battle.

While Sister Yolantha and the lady druid left to the infirmary to treat the severely wounded, I suggested the rest to come and join me to the inn/tavern for a brief meal. After all the traveling, fighting and being nearly frozen to death, I personally could benefit from it. Besides, a good meal magically casts a smile onto the faces of many, especially when things look grim as they do. We must treasure the moments of temporary peace, even now. Phandalin and the surrounding areas, they are counting on us to shine our brightest!

The inn was entirely packed with people, forcing the workers in the inn to do overwork. They are clearly outnumbered by the many people who demanded help and food to get themselves onto their feet after all that has happened. It was a chaos, loud chatter was filling the surroundings, tables were chaotically positioned to make space for people seeking for shelter. Many of them had burn marks on their skin, shaking from fear, or expressing themselves loudly, to keep themselves calm on the inside.

It wasn't a pleasant sight to see how the citizens took a toll of the attack, but I, myself, didn't have it in me to cheer them up. I had to face my inner fears and memories of being trapped in ice again, for only seconds to overwhelm me and struggle to keep up my breath and facing the ice burn onto my skin. Like a repeating nightmare, it caught me again. No matter how much I tried to keep up a bright smile, I felt the corners of my mouth twitch from the cold that I had experienced. It was like it never leaves me again as soon as I am exposed to it.

As Sidah parted ways with us to help the men dig graves for the fallen, I kept an eye on both Kyndel and Hemlock who emptied a full bottle of wine which was quickly affecting them. It was concerning how well they managed to fake their wellbeing while their body showed clear signals of struggle if one keeps a close eye and is aware of the strength of the liquor. Regardless of condition, the two still helped the people and it was honestly admirable. The fireworks that Kyndel made had the people impressed and especially the children who were previously occupied with the horrors that they were exposed to. Hemlock decided to help the waitresses to clean and organize the tables as well as the kitchen staff.

I eventually parted ways after seeing how good they managed to work in their condition. I went to where Sister Yolantha and Sade went, the infirmary. I assisted them with helping the severely wounded and together, we managed to save some from meeting their death too soon. This lasted the whole night for myself and Sade, until the lady decided to rest. I decided to do a couple of hours in addition, until Hemlock showed up and kindly suggested to me, along with the other healers that arrived in the morning, to take a rest as well.

I did! I took their advice, for I hadn't realized how clumsy I had gotten. I really appreciate their concern, and like they said, I really don't want to be an obstacle and eventually even become responsible for someone's death!

After I rested up and opened up my eyes, I noticed that Kyndel had entered the room and Sade was also awake but as soon as I did, I felt some strange sensation on my face. I wasn't sure what it was, but it became a little itchy.

We made our way to Sidah to regroup with him and found him outside, resting near the cemetery they made.

My gaze fell on the carefully crafted headstones which the men made, each with a name and date. It is a hard confrontation, each time when we cannot save the lives of others. It felt the same as it did with the miners. What would have happened if we didn't decide to cooperate with the wererats? Could we have saved them?

I shut my eyes and prayed to the fallen. May Torm lead them to a safe place and may each of them find their peace.

Once I was done, Sister Yolantha returned from the nearby general store, where she used her share of the bell loot to buy the necessary equipment for our journey. It was the fire genasi who decided to sell it and he divided the share for all of us. I, too, found a scroll with the money which supposedly belonged to me.

While I was suggested by Kyndel to use it for myself to help the people, rather than to give it away to the ones in need. He suggested that I buy better equipment for the battle, but as I am, I believe ... I am fine. It makes no difference when the ice will reach me, instead, more metal on me will only make that worse. I stuck to my word, but when I wanted to head to the store owner to clarify that, Sister Yolantha halted me and informed me that Don-Jon's part was cut out entirely, while he was promised his share.

A promise is a promise.

I went to the store and gave my share to the people and the remaining money will be given to Don-Jon. With a sign of approval in my hand, I returned to the others and handed it to the Sister to hold onto it for me.

We continued our journey toward Kryptgarden and stayed the night close to the mountains. During this, we assigned the watches for the night and the first watch was requested by the lady druid to be spent with me. I agreed and moments later, she addressed me something I hadn't realized before. She referred to an affliction, a curse that I had and it wasn't the fear which she previously diagnosed and tested during the briefing. Lady Sade mentioned that I am cursed by the wererats which had bitten me during combat. Sure, I did feel a little strange, but we are constantly in battle and the adrenaline had me forgetting about how I truly felt.

Then, it all made sense to me and it frightened me, for a full moon would mean that I would forcefully be transformed as the stories of men tell. I fear to become a threat to the people around me, fear to commit crimes I could never dream of. This isn't what I wanted to become or to stay. She gave me a curious look when she asked me if I wouldn't rather keep it. I frowned at her, utterly confused at her suggestion. She told me that people sometimes choose to keep it, for it will enhance their abilities. I did recall being able to smell better and some instinct improving, becoming stronger than they ever were before and not necessarily for the better. She may be right, truly, but I can't bear the thought of taking a shape that frightens others and dirty the holy word of Torm through actions I must take responsibility for. That isn't who I am.

She assured me that it, too, can be taken care of in Kryptgarden. I smiled to myself when she said that. It really sounds like Kryptgarden is a place where wonders come true, besides the threat of getting lost in the fae wild, like Kyndel warned us about. We must always have a guide and today and the upcoming day of traveling, it will be her. With my fear mildly controlled by the answer that the next full moon will be in about a week, I could put myself to rest.

The next morning I told them I had to. I wasn't proud of it and expected a fearful response, but it seemed fine. They merely suggested that I should not try to bite anyone, which was something I could easily refrain myself from.

We continued our travel toward the forest past the mountains. While the wind was stronger around the higher regions, we managed to push through and step inside the comfortable surroundings of the forest. It reawakened some distant memories in me. I recall the curious faces of my adoptive parents when they picked me up, like a sign of hope. Here I am again, finding my hope at the very core of it.

As we walked closely behind Sade, we were advised not to look away from the path in front of us, for we enter the regions in which spirits of both evil and good are active. We mustn't stray from the path, we must neither look. With both my hands covering each side of my head, I repeated the words. Do not look, do not look ...

And before we knew it, we made it to safety, though it sounded like Hemlock was saying something on our way through the dangerous pathway. It may have been my imagination ...

What was before us, was like a sanctuary, a place in which men and animals coexisted in absolute peace. The air felt clean and I could feel it sooth my mind with the knowledge that, soon, the days of fear will come to an end soon.

We briefly introduced ourselves to the elder of the circle of druids, but were suggested to stay the night in one of their beautiful treehouses. One of the younger teenage druids led us through the place. Many huts were built by the druids, emerging in nature as if it was intended to grow from the ground like any tree or plant would have. It was like a magical space that I have never witnessed before.

The young assistant led us up the stairs of a tree house and guided us around. This was our place for the night, a place in which they let their visitors stay. It wasn't as luxurious as any inn room, but it had the luxury of safety and closeness to nature. It even had a balcony! I've spent most of my time watching the surroundings and druids transform into all sorts of animals.

From my position, I could see them transform into beautiful birds that took flight in the sky! Until suddenly, one of them landed close to me and changed to the young man from before. He carried a plate with a small feast for us to eat from. Raspberry juice and many other fresh berries to eat from, it was such a treat! They made us feel stuffed for the night! Once he left, we decided to call it a night and the next morning, we were taken to the archdruid again.

Our needs were addressed to the man, but as we were warned beforehand by Sade, this man has a different time period of urgency. When the situation was explained to him, he suggested taking care of the dragon in the next 3 to 5 years, but with the help of a number of suggestions, the man came to his senses, but it only resulted in a single year, instead of a number of days.

As for our fears and my curse, it would take six months. I felt the fear get to me again when he spoke those words. Six months is ... How many phases of full moons to fear?! What of the dragon?!

Sade suggested to the man a certain place to speed up the process. A body of water? But the archdruid let out a word of distress. It'd be too dangerous in his opinion. People could die there. What faces us there, he explained to us, are our deepest fears. We must fight our fears inside. There is no easy cure. Kyndel felt urged to back away and I don't blame him, for it sounds dangerous.

I felt my body tremble for that moment, but as soon as I imagined the sight of a wererat in mind and realizing that I could become a danger that way, or die while fighting the dragon, too fearful to beat him causing a number of deaths of the citizens from Phandelin to repeat. The images of people clinging to their lives in a struggle of survival, the sight of despair on the survivors who lost their loved ones flooded my mind.

No, I can't do that.

I clenched my fists and let them know that I'll do what it takes and, hopefully, I will pass the trial. I didn't know what was coming to me when we were led to a secluded space where many druids awaited our arrival. The elder was positioned at the northern part of the circle shaped body of water, Lady Sade at the south and a number of unfamiliar druids positioned themselves at the remaining spaces.

The water was glowing, it was an unusual, magical sight. From the water rose a blue mist and each of us was requested to enter. Which we eventually did. The mist grew into a thick fog until we were inside an unknown space. All that we could see was covered in snow.

From above, snowflakes fell and the cold gradually reached us, reminding us what it was like to be trapped inside a labyrinth of ice without a single escape. But here, we have space to run to, however, the cold is continuously controlling our minds. Before us, an enemy appeared, an ice element that approached us and forced us into battle. While discouraged, we battled but our efforts seemed pointless. Each time, the weather inside this space would restore its health, no matter the damage we will afflict, it keeps restoring. Like a fever dream, it continued and when it roared, more enemies rose from the ice and gradually surrounded us, putting some of us unconscious. Some got trapped in their bodies of ice.

I tried my best to keep everyone up, to hold up the damage dealing, but when everything seemed to go out of hand, we heard the voices of the druids that were discussing. The voices were encouraging, it helped to realize that we're not alone. When Sade came up with an idea to help us in combat, we heard her reach out to the wise word of a book, she brought forth a divine light that lit our surroundings. It became warmer, I could feel it. I saw how the snow stopped falling and how it soothed me. In absolute despair, a man, not a tiger, nor a druid, but a tabaxi formed. He helped up each of us and strengthened our forces, outnumbering the enemies with combined strength.

One by one, we took them out and helped each other to stand. We were taught to see clearly even in total despair and I witnessed the divine light when he brought me back up my feet.

Who is this divine warrior? - I wondered as I fought.

When the battle came to an end, our time was limited and the image of the tabaxi began to flicker. I quickly walked up to him and thanked him dearly for his help. Sister Yolantha, she, too, reached her hand for a greeting. I asked this man

"What is your name?"

And he had answered me
"My name is Tibirin."

. . .

Everything gradually became covered in fog again as it did before we were taken to this place and we returned to where we came from. I felt relieved, unlike I had before, the fear is gone, my curse, it is, too. When I looked around me, that divine warrior, Tibirin, he, too, was gone.

I recall the last request he made to us.

"Give the druids of Kryptgarden my thanks. It's nice to be remembered."

But it sounded like ... We would see each other again. I felt my smile come back to me as naturally as it did before.

I won't forget you, Tibirin, helper in need.

After my prayer to the recently deceased, I lost track of Hemlock who went where the bell was at, just like Kyndel when he escaped the battle. Most of the others were missing as well and hadn't said a word. Later, I learned that most of our companions had left to seek for the golden bell that had been robbed by some surviving wererats. It was a relief to see them return to us safely!

When we treated the unconscious Kyndel, we allowed ourselves some rest while the remaining dwarves continued partying when our attention was suddenly drawn by the scent of fire. We discovered that the troublesome boy had set the nearby woods on fire, simply to destroy the amulet that he was forcefully attuned to. The damage to the amulet was reflected on him and as soon as I got him back around, he fell unconscious again with a final request to deal the remaining damage to it. It wasn't easy, but together with Sidah, I managed to put an end to both the fire and the remains of the amulet. After that was over, we rested inside the mine, and the next morning, we decided to return to Phandalin, leaving Don-Jon with the surviving miners.

Once we got in reach, the guard captain requested us to wait outside, he intended to let a professional do a check on our companion, Sidah. Thanks to the lovely druid of Kryptgarden, they found out that the skull our poor Kobold was wearing is cursed and also tied to the amnesia that he has been suffering from. During their ritual, we caught the attention of the familiar dragon and became a target for his attack. Without the might to take him down, the dragon took a hold of the guard captain and flew to Phandalin, a place now covered in smoke.

We hurried to the town when we witnessed the merciless fires cornering the citizens and buildings, and squads of kobolds swiftly taking out the town's weaponry to fight their forces. Specifically, the dragon, himself. Our attempts to save the town have failed, we were simply outnumbered, unknowing of their plans. However, not all is in vain, we managed to save the guard captain who made a fall through a burning building and stopped the fire at a number of buildings to save the citizens.

Once the kobolds retreated after their job was done, all that was left was the dragon. During this, many of us got severely wounded, countless soldiers and citizens have died during the battle and now, after all that has happened, they still intend to aim an attack at the Icespire Hold. The dragon has retreated, for now. I fear for the worst, especially after most of us have been exposed to the frost breath. Are we in the position to fight a creature so intelligent and strong?

Day: 15, Time of day: Evening
Location: Yesterhill
Note: x

(Remarks marked by * ~~are written in abyssal~~, remarks marked by - are written in celestial, the rest of the entry is written in common)

After the healing powers divided itself among all of us, Shevat began to meditate, grieving for the recently deceased ones. With a brief prayer, I considered myself ready to move on. We aren't yet on safe grounds to bother connecting with what gives us a moment of calmth, we need to move on, press on. I noticed that Yshvara reached for her magical bag to take out a notebook to write something. I sighed at the looks of it, but I didn't wish to interrupt her way of grieving either, she, too, seemed to know these people. Torvial began to build something from the dirt and stones, almost like a primitive grave, a sign of remembrance to mark the location of the event. I let the aasimar man know that I wanted to have a chat with him in the near future. When it reached him, he turned to me and returned a nod.

. . .

The heavens began to darken again, nightfall is soon to come. We had to press on, and that, we did. With the rain still running down our drenched clothes, washing the clothes from excessive blood, we made way to a clearing on our way back to the vineyard. Shevat with Yshvara's assistance, had found a place of shelter made by previous travelers who had passed there for the night. It was difficult to reach the spot with all the fog that had gathered in our surrounding from the continuous rainfall.

Location: Road between Yesterhill and the Vineyard
Note: x

The previous travelers established a type of roof by the use of branches and leaves, but it was slim, intended for three to four people at most, while we are at the number of six. It was cramped in there, sharing this spot of limited rain. We had the fire going to help us dry our clothes and to warm up. With the night to come and the common exhaustion we shared from the previous battles, many of us are urged to rest for the night.

I recalled sitting there, with my knees close to my body, looking over to the rest hiding from the rain under the low quality roof. Realizing just how much I miss having an actual roof over my head and sleeping in a decent bed over the night and eating more than just nuts and dried fruits over the span of our travel. "Isn't it nice and cozy out here? Squeezed tightly together under this third grade roof ...", I had complained. Pyre turned to me, sighing while sitting in a similar position to reduce the space intake. "You're so high maintenance, it causes me physical pain." She sighed audibly. "I take pride in that, thank you.", I returned to her with a smile.

Shevat and the others were occupied with strengthening the roof above us, reducing the leak from the rain. While in the distance, we could hear the sounds of thunder, adding a challenge to our night rest. Now, things can't get any better, can it? Yshvara's performance did make it a little bit better, that much was true, it added an artistic tone to the rumbling in the back.

After winning a staring competition against Pyre, we divided the watch order. The first watch is covered by me and Shevat, the second watch will be done by Torvial and Pyre, the last watch will be done by Yshvara and Arabella.

. . .

As the others managed to get their eyes closed and fell asleep almost instantly from the exhaustion, my attention was turned to our surroundings until Shevat's voice reached out to me. "How are you holding up?", he asked me. I lifted my brow and asked him what he meant. He turned his head in my direction and observed me.

"It seems you've been a bit on the edge lately." I, too, turned to him and expressed my confusion. "On the edge?" I wasn't sure what he referred to, as I don't recall any special occasions where I may have expressed myself stronger than usual." He nodded back at me. I requested him to be more specific about it. "It seems like you have been bothered by a lot of things lately, more than usual." I squinted my eyes for a moment to sharpen the vision I had of him, I had noticed the exhaustion getting to me and turned my head away. "More ... Than usual?" Again, he confirmed adding "Has something happened?"

At this moment, I wasn't sure what to name as we are in constant threat of losing our lives at this point, dealing with loss and misfortune from all directions. It's difficult to pinpoint the joy I am experiencing in near death situations and near drowning situations, or being forced to live life like a fish and turning into a vampiric mushroom carrier of a corpse. As much as dealing with excessive stress of the knowledge that I just killed a kid and am unsure whether or not our previous companion will find his safe return to this forsaken realm on his own without a damned hag around to lead him back. Truly, hard to choose.

I sighed with exhaustion, rolling my eyes, knowing that putting all this nonsense onto another who is dealing with, assumingly, the same pile of annoyance and still being able to behave calm and collected all this time.

"Just Pyre being annoying.", I said to him, knowing it has only recently happened. Fueling the grief over the loss of some traitors won't do any of us any good. Shevat tilted his head curiously. "Why Pyre, specifically?" I gritted my teeth, sighing audibly again. "She got us into danger, remember?" The druid stretched his back muscles a little, maintaining his gentle smile in the process. "Well, I have not met many fire genasi before, but I think they might have some sort of a temper."

I scoffed at his remark. "Because of the fire? Well, I wouldn't be surprised." Shevat straightened his back and moved into a more comfortable position. "It might be linked to that, yes." I smirked at it a little, while wrapping my arms around my knees. "In any case, everything in here is so very depressing." A pause followed, when I muttered the words "It's still better than that place ..."

"I was also a bit disappointed when Pyre made the choice of killing that druid. I think that druid would have lived a peaceful life." I turned to him again. "He wouldn't have survived. Remember what that Ellamin-guy said? He would have shot him."

"... We could have saved him." There was a sad expression on Shevat's face when he said it, almost as if he took responsibility for the man's death. Truly, I did my best to keep him from harm, simply to keep my word, but that attitude of his didn't make him sound very worthy of savior. "Who could have saved him ..." I said in return, rolling my eyes. He looked at me with determination in his eyes. "Me!" I lifted my brow. "We barely even survived the fight. How would you be able to protect that guy?"

He expressed that the situation could have gone differently if Ailoton would choose the path of peace. I let my shoulders drop, burying my face in my palms. There's no use dwelling on the past, I'd know best, it cannot be changed, the way that things have gone. Neither could I have given him and his large mental and physical age gap of a partner's life back, but knowing how positive and ambitious the man is, I refused to ruin it and stomp on it. "Yeah", I said "It could have gone differently."

Then he asked a sensitive question.

"Do you think ... Bad people deserve a second chance?"

The memories returned to me, the ever haunting memories, stories, faces, feelings and pain ... With their details so sharp in vision along with their doings, I felt my body trembling. The anger forced me to clench my fist in the action, eyes averted from the source of the voice as I turned my head away once more. "You want my honest opinion?"

"Yes."

I opened up my eyes, glancing at the wet dirt in front of me, covered by the heavy rain and cackling of thunder reaching my ears. "What do you consider bad? Because in my opinion, bad people don't deserve a single chance."

His voice became soft, it felt a little distant, as if he was caught in thought, carefully sorting his thoughts. "Some people do bad things, because of certain circumstances, that they are forced into." I felt my breathing pause, it was as if his voice became louder in my mind. "They are not bad by nature.", Shevat explained. "I don't think anybody is bad by nature." I let my head drop a little with a chuckle. "Hah, don't say that. I've met people in my life, where you'd want to doubt those words you spoke."

Merciless killers come in all forms and shapes, having not a single sense of remorse in their actions. Many are proud of their actions, with a desire to have inflicted more harm in order to become a horror to the people and a story to go down in history with. To some, this is merely a foolish game, a challenge, competition among others to experience a freedom of action, word and choice. Domineering the weak, torturing them, forcing them in submission through cruel acts. Another chance? No such thing.

"What people were they?" Shevat asked with curiosity. I gave a rough description, wishing not to drop too much info, but it became clear that, the longer we spoke, he already saw through me.

I told him that I referred to criminals and when he asked me about their crimes, I returned him a vague answer, mentioning their common stories and about reading reports. Shevat was curious if they were humans, of course, it isn't limited to the human race.

Shevat paused, turning his head to the side. "It sounds like you had some really bad experiences."

I looked in his direction. No, I thought to myself, most of those experiences are second-handed. They aren't my own, mostly just the outcome in the shape of reports, communication or visual exposure. Their victims suffered the most. "You could say that ...", I said with a weak chuckle.

"I think ... Everyone deserves a second chance." Shevat decided. While I fought his ideal train of thoughts, it was good to hear someone say that after so long. "If you'd read those reports, you'd think differently ..." I muttered.
"Reports?"

I made clear that, indeed, not all are bad for making poor choices in life. Some, indeed, didn't have the luxury of choice. Those may, indeed, benefit from a second chance.

"Are they now dead? Those bad people?"
"Heh, most of them, yes."
"So some of them are kept alive?"
"Some of them got away. That's ... How it always goes."
"Well, I hope that they will cherish the second chance they are given. Not by you but by fate and not to waste it."

Fate, he names it? I call it poor judgment, but by the system, it is permitted. Being here reminds me of how free I am, again, after discussing my occupation and thoughts.

"I always thought that it is good to see the good in people.", Shevat said with a gentle sigh, leaning backwards again as he gazed up to the sky.

I returned a questioning gaze, but eventually, I nodded to myself. Once, I was in the same mindset before reality struck me. I felt the muscles on my face stretch into a smile. It was nice to believe that his sanity seemed untouched.

"But you have given me much to think about." He then said, I felt everything pause in that moment and the regret washing over me like in a bad dream. Am I now responsible for tainting his thoughts?

Gritting my teeth, I let out a soft apology. "I'm sorry." Shevat started gazing down to the ground before us. "Maybe there are people that are beyond saving." I felt my gaze drop as well, leaning against my palm. "I'm afraid so ... I'm sure that ... Not all of them are like that, but I have yet to find someone who is different from that."

"I hope you will meet a person like that who is able to change, so that you can see the good in people, like I saw."

It felt like an arrow struck my consciousness, made my hearing sharper while the rest of the surroundings became nothing but a distant blur. "Well ... I suppose there are some good people in our team.", I admitted, keeping my voice down for only the druid to hear. Shevat agreed with the statement, when he looked over his shoulders to the sleeping man and women not too far separated from us. "I feel like we could accomplish some great things together." He smiled over to them, somehow seeming convinced of their innocence.

I observed him, realizing the harsh reality. "The thing is, we don't know anything about them." Just like how he doesn't know the details about me and I don't know the details about him. What brought us together to this place? None of us will know. Shevat was right when he said that they can be trusted, for they haven't betrayed us nor deceived us. No, we have fought battles together and helped each other, and are still cooperating, even now through all our hardships. Their loyalty to us, or rather, their will to solve and survive this place, it's a mutual agreement.

I did mention their previous companions, however, they have betrayed them, but when I mentioned them, the druid fought the statement. He is convinced that the boy was misguided by love. Yeah, I did say so as well when we walked past the beach after our loss. It's reassuring how he changed his thoughts about it, at least, from how it seemed to me. So, the boy is forgiven for his actions.

"I wish we could save the kid though.", I let the other man know, who sat on the other side of the campfire. "But we can't save dust ...", I added, sighing at the crackling of the fire. "No, but Naedithas and Ailoton their souls are not under any control, I believe, but they are still locked into this place." Shevat suddenly said, making me wonder how he even knew this. What connection does he have to this land?

I let out a nervous chuckle, when I felt the anger fill me again over the fact that, still, they aren't free. "Hah, I wouldn't be surprised by this God forsaken realm." The druid agreed, the place is very strange, indeed. "There is something deeply wrong with it."

It's not often that we agree, but this time, we agreed with many things.

"But", the druid concluded, "we can make a difference, we've been granted great power and great allies that we can use to heal this land."

With the orbs now complete, we can indeed make a change to the state that this realm is in and return hope to the people by weakening the power the count has over the land and its elements with it. Shevat agreed with the plan, indeed.

Once my prayer came to an end, I looked around in the environment to find where Hemlock went to, but when I made it past the gold mine to the entrance, no one, including the golden bell we hid, was visible. On my way there, I did discover some footprints of wererats leading to the north, away from the mine. These, along with other prints that resemble that of our companions. With nervosity getting to me, I rushed inside the mine to find the others, but the only one who was left is Sidah. He was guarding the door to where the miners were hidden.

The small kobold looked at me with a questioning gaze when I got in reach to share him the message and question. He could confirm to me that no one has died inside the mine, confirming that they might have left without us. With our gaze aimed at the helpless miners inside the room, we decided to let them out, now that we had the mine cleared of threats. As soon as they made it outside, they decided to celebrate their freedom and drink away the pain of their recently deceased companions. It must have been rough on them, being stuck inside there for several days while the wererats made the mine their home.

With the miners becoming incapable of protecting themselves once again, Sidah and I couldn't look after the others. I hadn't expected them to leave without us! They would at least have notified us that they are going elsewhere, right? Then why didn't they? What if something has happened to them? I just couldn't get any rest, leaving the immediate surveying to Sidah as I remained in reach to seek for the others and keep watch over the immediate surroundings. Hoping for Torm to watch over them.

After a long time, I saw a group heading our way, the distant figure of them looked odd, but once they came closer, I recognized why it was, that it looked strange. Sister Yolantha and Hemlock were carrying an unconscious body of the young Kyndel, everyone was in a poor condition and our client was carrying the bell. Once they got in reach, I made haste to heal the boy from his wounds as much as I was capable. I didn't understand why, but they advised me not to, which I thought was odd, but it is my duty to help those in need. Luckily, the healing was enough for the boy to regain consciousness. Immediately, he sat up and yelled something about the location of the bell which was in Don-Jon's possession at the time.

At this point it got confirmed that they had left us to retrieve the bell that was taken by two wererats who were equally obsessed with the value of it. Truly, did his life nearly come to an end, merely for the sake of earning a lot of gold? It was beyond me. I was a little disappointed in them, I had hoped that we'd travel together, then things may have looked a little brighter. I am glad, however, that they arrived safely and that I could do something to help. We regrouped with Sidah and the drunk dwarves who were singing songs and offering everyone a drink. I refused, but neither Don-Jon nor Hemlock could withstand the temptation of celebration.

I positioned myself to the side, a little away from the group to recover from the stress. I really thought I lost them and it took quite a long time for them to come back.

Kyndel took a position behind me, muttering some strange words after he obtained something from the mine. He was summoning something, so I kept an eye on him for a little, until he suddenly disappeared when the smell of smoke reached my nose. I've never smelled anything this intense before! When I rushed to where he previously was and he was nowhere to be found, I alerted the others as I continued to seek for the source of fire when the trail of smell guided me to where the boy was. The amulet of the dwarven deity was away from him and the boy was unconscious on the ground again, close to his raccoon that looked equally concerned.

I rushed toward him, feeding him my last position to get him back on his feet. He looked at me, telling me to destroy the amulet as he casted his magic to toss a bolt of fire at it. I didn't understand, but when I looked back, I saw blood dripping from his ear, when he again fell. Sister Yolantha came to us and took the boy with her after stabilizing him, but in the distance, the fire started to spread and reached the dry grass, bushes and soon made it to the trees. I got in position, reaching for my waterskin. It wasn't enough. The fire got too big to control with the amount of water I had in my possession.

I reached for my shovel and did my best to control it with dirt instead, using the dirt that got in touch with the water I spilled, soon to be supported by Sidah. Together, we managed to control the fire, while the others made their way back inside the mine. It was exhausting ... But I am glad the fire was under our control. Our gaze met the amulet that was on the grass. It was partially melted, damaged, but it just wasn't enough to be considered broken.

I recalled Kyndel's request, but I fear what will happen to the boy if we will, indeed, destroy it. I told Sidah about the amulet, but the kobold wasn't hesitating about breaking it and tossed it in the river. I knew that I had to check on the boy, and I quickly rushed inside to see Sister Yolantha feed him her potion as well. He bled more from his ears, it wasn't pleasant to see, but once he regained himself, we told him what happened to the amulet. He seemed relieved and said some strange things, like how his part of the gold can be given to charity, until he suddenly took his words back again. He said something about being free from something, but it was odd. Why would he say such things? He really confuses me at times.

We spent the night at the gold mine in a safe environment, while the dwarves continued to party.

The next day, we took the bell again, promising Don-Jon his part and made it back to where Phandalin was, until we got close to the gate and ordered to stop. The guard captain wanted to see us. He showed up later with a number of guards and a hooded person. The man said that he'd only allow Sidah passage after a lady of Kryptgarden gave him a closer inspection. They seem to have a hunch about what is going on with the kobold, referring to a curse, which may be tied to his amnesia.

They seemed to come in peace, had no reason to fight us, but enough men with them to convince us. Kyndel and I kept our eyes on the process when the lady, named Sade, carved a circle on the ground with unfamiliar druidic symbols. It was big enough for both her and Sidah to position themselves in, which she then requested him to. When they both took their position within the circle, she began to cast some unfamiliar spell on him to inspect Sidah.

She let us know that he wasn't under any curse, so she continued to seek, believing that there must be corruption elsewhere. That was until she placed her hand onto the skull with his consent, her eyes snapped open and she told us that the skull was cursed. That it is tied to the white dragon that we have encountered in the shared, traumatic experience. When the guard captain returned, he was convinced of it and wasn't hesitant about sharing it either. We know as little as Sidah does, where did he obtain that skull from? And why does he not wish to remove it?

While we were occupied, our attention was drawn to the heavens above, when the woman warned us. Above us, there was the dragon who was preparing an attack from above and launched it at us. Most of us ran away while the druid lady prepared a magical defense shield around her and the other guards. It wasn't strong enough to withstand all of its frozen might and the guards were severely wounded to a point where they fell as the battle took place. The dragon landed, focusing on the druid, the guard captain and Sidah. I failed to get in reach, but it was enough for myself to cast a magical barrier around the guard captain, who was taken away to the skies by the dragon. From afar, we could see Phandelin go up in flames and the dragon was making way toward it.

After I got both guards back up their feet, I rushed with the others toward the town. When we got within reach, we could see the guard captain fight the dragon's claws, trying his best to unleash himself which he managed, but they were up high (80 ft) and the fall was severe. We couldn't do anything, but to see it happen and I felt my connection to the shield disappear. It wasn't a good sign! Hemlock rushed inside the building as the fire reached farther and groups of unfamiliar kobolds started to gather around the town, fighting the people, the guards and setting buildings on fire for reasons unknown. The dragon seemed to be in charge of the attack, it appears planned.

The town of Phandalin is so very big, that we couldn't possibly manage the fights that were fought nor the fires that rushed from one building to the next. It was stressful, it was rough, seeing men and women fall, screaming to get themselves into safety but it is too late. When Hemlock exited the building, giving the guard captain the necessary support to flee from the burning building, I helped her to get the man to safety. It was to our luck that the man survived!

Once he was in a secure environment as much as the burning town allowed, I made way to the southern building that was recently put to flames by a group of kobolts to the south. On my way, however, the dragon joined the battle and used his frost breath against us and the town which became a major obstacle, but he remained out of my reach. With no spells to cast on a long distance, nor a weapon to yield that reaches above me, I was rendered utterly helpless in the fight. The other enemies were out of my reach as well, so the least I could do was to fight the fire.

As soon as I reached the building, I could hear the screams from inside, reaching once again for my shovel until the enemy made way for me. Again, I stood eye to eye with him. I grit my teeth when I saw him collect the familiar energy and the cold mist gathered around him. I rushed toward the building, hoping for my shield to protect me and the ice to save those inside the building. If this is how it must end, in exchange for the lives of others, I shut my eyes and hoped for the best. Moments later, the ice struck me, gathering around my skin, causing it to burn severely until I blacked out.

. . .

When I opened up my eyes, I was on the ground, surrounded by a number of soldiers and Hemlock was next to me. I can't believe that she, too, got caught in the attack. This fight, it felt hopeless, but the dragon, he seemed to have retreated, I have heard, with an arrow in his wing. We regrouped with the others. Each of us was severely wounded, but especially myself, Hemlock and Kyndel. With my final strength, I healed the both of them a little. It wasn't much that I could do, but I needed them to survive. They are young and they have so much to look forward to in life. I am glad that even in this chaos, my closest ones are still standing.

We used our remaining strength to help out the citizens while the others discussed a plan of attack. They intend to prepare an attack at Icespire Hold, where the dragon may return to, while he is still weak. If nothing works, the citizens intend to abandon the city, with no weapons to protect the town from any new attacks. Most of the town is turned into ruins. Are they really certain about all this? The people might not be in the position to pick up any weapons in this state.

As for myself, I am in no position to fight yet. I am glad to have even survived such an attack again. It really doesn't get any better with repetition. Not ... At all.

After we enjoyed a short break around the campfire, we decided that it was time for a little exploring. Simply, to make sure that the wererats would return to a safe place and let the miners live their life in peace.

Close to us, located to the southeast, there was a shrine which we closely observed. The ones who went inside, Kyndel, Yolantha and Hemlock, discovered a bell on top of the shrine, but it had no such thing as a rope attached. For unknown reasons, they thought it was odd and urged one of us to take a closer look.

I recognized it as a task of my own, realizing that climbing to the roof could potentially be dangerous to any of them. I quickly made my way up, but I accidentally pulled out one of the rocks of the building's ruins, for which, I hope, will be forgiven. The second attempt to climb it was successful, and I made it to the roof. Kyndel requested me to take a look for any hidden treasures on the roof as well. Unsure as of why I should find any of the sort on the roof, I made sure not to disappoint him!

As I explored the surroundings, my attention was drawn by some beautiful birds with blue feathers. They seemed so calm and at ease. I have never seen these before in my life, it was the best thing after the recent happenings. It's great how the beauty of nature survives even in these regions filled with threats.

Eventually, I made it to the bell, and I was given the command to hit it at the same time as Don-Jon, who hit the other, iron bell on the ground. I did as they said, but the terrible thing is that ... A piece of the paint came off as I hit the metal with the back of my hammer. I felt miserable about destroying the property of the lost, hoping that the owner of this shrine will forgive me.

Upon closer inspection, I've never seen a bell like this before either, there is no such mechanism which a rope will require. It turned out that this bell is a fake, a method to hide a treasure.

When Kyndel made a graceful jump on top of the roof, he let me know that the bell is made of gold and ever since, he's been acting odd. He's been obsessed with it, not wishing to keep his eyes away from it. Hopefully, it isn't the wrath of the deity, that as soon as the situation is restored, we'll get our rational Kyndel back. The others demanded both Kyndel and I to let the bell drop, so that it can be sold. Both Yolantha and I were against it, stealing property is wrong, but they convinced us that the people who it originally belonged to, are no longer. When the wererats return, they will keep it to themselves as well. An unclaimed treasure is all it is to them, neither did Don-Jon hesitate to claim credit for a part of the value.

They piled up a set of beds they discovered from a room inside the shrine, which they believed the wererats rest in. I did as they told and let the bell drop onto the beds, three of them were utterly destroyed. Again, they told me that it isn't difficult to repair or find an alternative for them to rest on, but truly, if these are a part of the shrine, the least I must do is to apologize.

I rushed down and made my way to the statue, where I kneeled down right next to the sister for a prayer of forgiveness. Something odd happened when I did, I lost connection to my body, as if I was trapped inside something. It was a vision. It led me all the way to the snowy mountains south of our location, where a castle or fortress was present. On top of this building, I saw the familiar, white dragon. He was resting peacefully. I learned that this place was called the Icespire Hold.

When I got back to reality again, I woke up in Yolantha's arms, who seemed to have caught me when I lost consciousness and told her what I saw. She urged me to tell the rest and to make haste to our next destination. We must inform the people, especially those from Phandalin. It was a gift for which I am thankful. I smiled at the statue when I left. We made plans to replace the bell that they took, with the one that Don-Jon found in the rubble outside. We assume that the two have been swapped during a certain event to hide the treasure. I wonder who made the effort to transform the gold to the bell, it is so well-made!

Don-Jon insisted on carrying the bell, for which Kyndel warned me. He believes that the man wants to betray us to keep the bell for himself. I was skeptical about it myself, but who knows, the boy may be right. I'll simply keep my eyes on the man's behavior. Stealing is terrible and the fact that we took away this gold, doesn't sit very right with me, either.

On our way back to the goldmine, it got dark, and we decided to set up camp for the night. Our rest got interrupted by an attack. We were attacked by three giant boars during the first watch, but we took care of it with success. When I was alarmed for the watch that I've shared with Hemlock, we talked a little. I used that moment to see if she was doing well after the fight, after all, she was the first who was attacked by one of them. She revealed that she did get hurt, so I decided to relieve her from the wounds she had, which she did for me first. It is great to have such reliable companions. I am lucky to have met them.

The morning greeted us with a nicely brewed soup by Don-Jon, it was to my luck that I could take two portions of it when Kyndel refused his. It was absolutely delicious! This man is such a great chef!

We made our way to the mine afterwards, where two wererats greeted us at the entrance, but there was something off about their behavior. They led us in the mine, guiding us in a different room as we previously came. The passage to the room of their leader was barricaded, and as soon as we proceeded deeper in, a sudden command was given and the wererat that was hidden threw something that caused an explosion. Some of us got badly hurt. It was a trap, they betrayed our trust!

All of us were dragged into combat against our will, forced to defend ourselves against what we thought were our allies. I felt the bitter taste at the sight of their attacks. There was no remorse in their eyes, nor their actions. They took full responsibility with what they did. It sickened me, and I let them experience the wrath of Torm as I fought them among the others. We showed them the strength of our companionship as we supported each other in the battle. May they carry this lesson to their grave.

We continued to explore the cave after the battle was over, doing our best to find the wererats that fled from us. It caused our group to get separated. Hemlock and Kyndel were with me to the north, while the other three went south. We hoped to find the survivors, but found nothing in our path, until a loud yell sounded in the distance. Kyndel ran past me, muttering some words to Hemlock as he ran. Something about that, she and I can handle while he'll check on the bell. We locked eyes for a moment, but my attention was drawn by Hemlock's shrieking sounds. She was in danger! I hurried my way to her as the distance between us and Kyndel increased.

A large worm-tentacle-like creature was facing us, and I saw in what poor shape Hemlock was. Again, I healed some of her wounds before I put myself in between her and the enemy, protected by the might of torm which the creature couldn't surpass with its foul moves. Hemlock refused to back away when I got in position, instead, she helped me battle the creature, for which I was thankful. We make a great team, and I made sure to let her know before we followed the tunnel that led outside.

On the field below us, there were ten graves with crosses to them. They seem freshly made, it was an unfortunate sight. Unknowing who was buried here, I placed myself close for a prayer while Hemlock continued in a different direction. I will catch up with her soon, I promised to myself, but the dead, I pray that they may find peace.

No matter who they were, in death, we are all equal, no matter the sides we chose in life. We all deserve rest, may they, too. I requested Torm to watch over them. Hopefully, the others inside the cave are doing well. I hereby request you, Torm, to protect them from harm as well.

Day: 15, Time of day: Afternoon
Location: Yesterhill
Note: Ellamin and Naedithas are defeated and turned into dust. Obtained noble ring (Torvial) and feathered earring (Shevat)

(Remarks marked by * ~~are written in abyssal~~, remarks marked by - are written in celestial, the rest of the entry is written in common)

"Well, well, well~ It looks like you dealt with that one, I was going to shoot him when he got away, but~" We turned in the direction of the two elves that just arrived. There was an odd shadow around them, messing the eye to get a good look at them. Both had pale, washed out pigmentations to them. White and grayish hair, black eyes with red pupils. The smaller one with the ponytail, which the others referred to as "Ailoton" seems like the only one capable of socially interacting, followed by a large half blood, which I assume is Naedithas. The difference in physical age is clear. It's a good thing that his parents around to judge him for his partner choices with that age gap they share.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see if his attitude is the same as the entries he made in the journal I keep. I'd say, he's quite alike, but would he really harm a defenseless man, himself? He may have lost the ability to think for himself. They may have been direct orders from that count.

"Ailoton!" Shevat called out to him. "What are you doing here?" It didn't sound like a gentle question, or a welcome back, it had more of an accusing tone to it. It seems like we're just that lucky to get a one out of twenty chance, like that raven lady said. I think we hit the jackpot. Unfortunate, though. "Well, I was coming here to give a report on how they were doing, but um ..." From behind, I heard the aasimar woman interrupt him. "Hopefully well!" They made eye contact, causing the other high elf to smile. "Yeah, it looks like they're all dead." Yshvara nodded. "Yep. It looks like that didn't go very well."

Ellamin looked back at us, his confident expression didn't change. "I mean, congratulations." I thanked him for congratulating us, after all, we did quite a good job putting a hold on that twisted plan of theirs. He looked at me at that moment, slowly letting his gaze move to both Torvial and Arabella. "I see some new faces. You didn't have any trouble replacing us, did you?" Yshvara shrugged, lifting both her arms. "Well, we couldn't help you aligning yourselves with the enemy, could we?"

Then Shevat took a firm step forward and yelled at the young high elf. "You took Naedithas from us! What do you mean, replace?!" Naedithas who stood behind the archer gave no reaction at all, neither to the sight of the one who tried to rebel in his place. Nothing, his expression was nearly blank. Like that of an empty puppet. The two have many scars on their skin which look rather fresh. What kind of work has this count been making them do?

The silver haired elf seemed disinterested in answering the druid, instead, he focused on what mattered, to him. "Well, it looks like some of you have some very loose morals, that guy was not about to do any kind of funny business, I can assure you. But you killed him anyway. We have some openings~ And Strahd pays well." Yshvara had no patience for the guy, mentioning that he previously admitted that he would have shot the escaping druid himself. "Guilt-tripping us isn't going to get you anywhere. So, are you done? Because we're very busy." Simply rejecting the offer that, hopefully, each of us would have rejected. Ellamin looked at her, eying her with surprise. "OH, I am SO sorry to have taken up your time then, you know what? Now that I do have you here, you're starting to become a little bit of an annoyance on the count's side, so would you promptly die, please?"

They drew their weapons, taking an offensive stance, ready to make an attack. For a second, I was caught in what felt like a family drama, now, I must see whether my plans will be effective. Given the state in which we are currently at, including that of myself, this is going to be rough, no matter the numbers ...

From behind us, we heard footsteps approaching. Behind us, two figures appeared, pale skin, bloodshot eyes, long nails and fangs. It’s been made clear that we're dealing with vampire spawn in addition. I pulled out my long sword and tightened the straps of my shield around my left arm, closing my eyes for a moment to make a silent prayer.

May fate be on our side.

<Battle Start>

From behind me, I heard the bushes rustling, before one of the vampire spawn almost flew in my direction to land an attack on me, using their claws. Luckily, I was quick enough to place my shield in between. These creatures are fast ... Though, I've gained some experience using my shield and blocked another attack that came my way.

I heard Ellamin yell the commands to his lover, like a tool of a necromancer. "Take out the big one in the front!" The one at the front was Torvial. Hopefully, I thought, he isn't that strong ... Without much of an emotional response, the half blood simply did as he said and rushed over to the redhead. With a grunt, he pulled out his greataxe and stomped his axe into the ground. A sudden, loud sound came out of him, filled with an immense anger. The ground around him was starting to shake.

The sounds were unnatural, piercing each of our ears with little mercy. Each of us was suffering, but before it reached me, Arabella did something, causing my pain to lessen. (... Why?)

But when I saw everyone else's reaction, it became clear that it was more than just a deafening sound. It looked like a type of headache they were having. I grit my teeth, cursing in silence. Most of us were affected, the state we were in wasn't helping. Before I knew it, dark tendrils shot from the ground where Naedithas stood. They shot in the direction of both Pyre and Torvial, leaving the redhead firmly on his feet, but the female redhead was not too lucky as she fell down onto the ground.

That guy, he's someone to look out for ...

The archer prioritized Shevat for some reason, who may have this drama going on between themselves. I'm not surprised, knowing that he's sensitive about the fact that this group believes that this guy simply took him away. I read those thoughts, before the journal was left behind. Nothing but regret, loss of meaning, disinterest in life. The meeting he had with the enemy, all left with me now. I understand this loss, but not to this degree. I never had a person to return to like that, one, who should last a lifetime. Though his thoughts are flawed, there are reasons why half-bloods and full bloods don't belong together. He would one day have to face this loss, himself.

- What we are up against, I know, is nothing but revenge for the mockery and misunderstandings during their time of travel. I have really gotten myself into trouble by joining them, but I must hold my ground. He led me here, I am certain, He would want me to stand, fight and protect these men and women. And that mission, I refuse to abandon.

Ellamin met eyes with the female aasimar, an attempt that has failed, from what I have seen. It may have been an attempt to control her. Another thing to look out for. The lady suddenly yelled at Torvial, a command, combined with a magical boost. "Take him down, before he can do any severe damage!" (Bardic inspiration) They locked eyes, and shared a smile. That was also a moment in which the enemy saw a moment to attack.

Naedithas got his greataxe from the ground and swung it in Torvial's direction and he sure didn't hesitate to bring a large wound onto his face. Pyre quickly picked herself up from the ground and got behind Naedithas to put the half blood at a disadvantage. When she struck him there was no reaction to the pain. It's like this man is a walking corpse.

Moments later, the severely wounded Fire genasi lady was transformed into a giant ape again, to help her through the suffering. A lot of light came from Torvial when he struck the enemy, causing severe damage, fueled by radiant energy. No reaction, again, neither to the light, but it was showing, his wounds were severe, just far from enough to keep the big half blood from moving.

Yshvara requested me to use a special spell that allows better healing, which in this situation, I couldn't simply ignore. While I'd rather take down the enemy, I am in no position to protect each of them from harm. Holding onto my necklace for a moment, I made a short prayer to connect to Ilmater, requesting strength when the familiar warmth of light reached those surrounding me. (Beacon of Hope) When I felt the claws of the enemy against the new shield, I slammed it against the vampire spawn to keep it at bay, who again, clawed against it.

When I hid behind my shield, I saw Torvial being struck down to the ground by the enemy after some severe damage was dealt to his body. Then when I looked in that direction, I saw Ellamin aim somewhere, away from the group and disappear into the shadows. When I turned my head back to focus on the enemy in front of me, to my side, I saw a large arrow of mist strike past Shevat and Yshvara. The aasimar was fast enough to move aside, but Shevat who was concentrating on Pyre's form didn't see it happen in time and took the impact of it entirely. It became clear that this fight is far from over.

Though there was more happening after the druid was struck, it's like he's close to crying. His body was shaking and his eyes started to tear a little. What was in that arrow?! ...

Moments later, a massive warmth filled the air, closing our wounds when Yshvara mixed her magic with mine, increasing her healing potential. (Mass cure wounds +29 HP) Shevat responded differently to it, he was suffering from the healing. Was it the arrow's doing? I felt guilt wash over me when I saw it happening. (Damn these two ...) He seemed more than in pain, the human was suffering from emotional pain as well, like he is tied. He was looking in the direction from which the damage originally came. I saw the archer in the back. A tear was rolling down his cheek. * ~~What has that damned count done to them?! ... Are they both trapped?~~

"Ailoton, stop this foolishness at once! Strahd didn't give you what you wanted!", Shevat yelled after healing Torvial from the distance. "That's not Naedithas!" It nearly startled me to hear him yell like that all of a sudden, but I can see what he is trying. It might just be enough to bend his young and inexperienced mind.

A loud roar came from the big half-human behind me, when the clouds suddenly began to gather, darkening our surroundings. A loud rumbling from above was heard when a big flash of lightning struck closely behind me. Luckily, Torvial, the target of it, was quick enough to move aside in time. I cursed the half blood, hoping for his suffering to end. (Path to the Grave) - May he return from where he came and be put to rest, until ...

Then the vampire spawn flew past my shield at incredible speed, used her claws and moved her arm around me, limiting my ability to move. It was to my luck that the pain was enough to stay focused. It was hard to concentrate on my spell with a nasty undead close to me.

I noticed a thud to my right when the giant ape fell down the ground. Its appearance shifted back to that of Pyre, who was unconscious on the ground. The worst about it was that I am stuck with this monster and unable to move to her. Before I knew it, a familiar, dark, misty arrow shot past me, striking both Shevat and Arabella. "Yshvara! ...", Shevat called out to the lady next to him. "The berry ...", soon afterwards, he passed out and fell to the ground.

I looked back to where it came from, the elf with a wicked smile on his face, but as soon as Shevat passed out, it dropped, his face turned blank. I recognize that state. Utter despair. His moves, they cannot have made on free will. His body language changed entirely, at first, he seemed confident, but it seems to have shattered.

- That damned vampire controls them and suppresses their will in one way or another! We must make him pay for what he has done, even if it's the last thing we will do ... We must put an end to all this suffering!

Suddenly a lash of lightning energy struck in Ellamin's direction, who wasn't fast enough and neither strong enough to avoid it, he was forcefully pulled closer to Arabella. As soon as he arrived, he got struck by lightning damage. "Wake ... Up!", she yelled to him. As soon as he recovered from the damage, he put up a confident act again. "I don't know what you're talking about, I am ... Awake enough." Ellamin responded.

Yshvara went down to her knees and sought for the berry, forcing it into Shevat's mouth as he was lying unconscious onto the ground. And afterwards, she got Pyre back onto her feet. I can already see her go down again after she inflicted self harm again. (Why does she keep doing it, anyway ... Are people actually fighting this way?)

Shevat then suddenly stood back up again as if nothing happened. It seems like the berry was effective. This may change the turn of the battle. Then suddenly the lightning struck right behind me. Shevat was targeting the damned spawn from behind me. I was grateful! But also ... No, I was quite fine with it. It severely wounded the creature. - Thank the Lord ...

"Ailoton, you want the REAL Naedithas back? You want to see him live without the curse? Then let ME help him!" Shevat yelled at the young elf in the back. I could feel the impact, these words have a lot of power to it, but if it breaks his facade is the question. I decided to keep my attacks aimed at the real threat, hoping for Shevat to render the boy useless in combat.

The real threat, in the meanwhile, took out both Pyre, who was barely standing, as well as Torvial out. I was stuck to the ground, grappled by an undead. Gritting my teeth at the sight, I saw the half blood move to Arabella. That damned ...

Watching my two allies unable to fight, I felt myself urged to get to them, but this creature wouldn't let me. It even stunned me by growling and saying terrible, flirtatious things, such as ... "Kiss me ..." I felt my body grow cold with disgust as Yshvara passed me by to heal the two back onto their feet. I yelled at it to get the hell away, but the creature continued. "Come here, handsome~"

Moments later, Pyre charged to Naedithas again, locking eyes with me for a second when another comment from the undead came. It was like it knew that it disgusted me. That thing is playing with my head!

After an aimed strike from Naedithas, even Arabella goes down, but not before blinding the half blood with her gauntlets. Powerful, even when she hits the ground ... Unlike someone, I needed to free myself!

When another lightning strike shot down onto the undead, it wasn't as effective as we had hoped. "Oh, even the Gods want us together!" Honestly, I hate admitting it, but I was terrified. "Have mercy ..." I mumbled. It was to my luck that Torvial came to help me. Messenger/Warrior of fate, yeah, that he is ... "Nah?! You're coming between me and my soulmate?!" It yelled back. "I'm not your soulmate! ...", I yelled back at it in despair.

"If you kill us here, there is no one left who can help Naedithas!" Shevat tried again, but it struck the elf differently. The boy became angry at the remark. "Everything I did is for Naedithas!" He yelled back. "Funny way of showing it!", Yshvara shouted in the back.

The fight took a turn when Arabella got up and Shevat got knocked out again. Moments later, he was rescued again by Yshvara, my gaze moved to the side, to where Ellamin was at. We locked eyes for a moment, when suddenly, his voice was sounding in my mind. I frowned, gritting my teeth again at the comment. "You know, I was once a part of their group, but they will betray you, the first chance they get."

- . . . It's not like I don't know that they will, as soon as they hear and learn more about me, I thought to myself, they will abandon me, like everyone else did. May it be by betrayal, or pure hatred . . .

I yelled back at him. "I don't need ANYONE!" And revealed enough of a sign that I don't care. (CRIT/CRIT) Then Shevat turned to Ellamin again. "You said you did everything for Naedithas?! That is NOT him, if you really love Naedithas, you would know the difference between saving his soul and reanimating his body!" It seemed to take effect on his mental state. He seems frozen on the spot. * ~~Remind me to never argue with Shevat about similar topics.~~

While the other vampire spawn took a hold of Shevat, he tried to reach out to Ellamin once again. "It's not too late, Ailoton! Come back to us and we'll save Naedithas together!" If it had any effect it was difficult to tell, even Torvial tried to reason with him. "Can't you see that these guys really care about you and just want to help you?"

Tsk, yeah, it's a nice position to have, hearing these encouraging things with uncovered meaning, but Strahd is quite powerful. Will these words truly reach what they intend? ...

The battle again took a turn when Naedithas single handedly took out both Pyre and Arabella, leaving his focus on the only one that remained standing, myself. After a failed hit by blade, I got Pyre back up again who went down more than four times this battle which wasn't entirely to the large half-blood's liking. He had his murderous gaze onto me, I don't think he blinked even once nor did he hesitate to use that large axe against me. Previously, I was feeling physically quite alright, but as soon as the man struck me twice, I, too, felt my gaze weaken, the warm blood pour out of the wounds he inflicted and my vision darken. Knowing that this was potentially my last moment to be alive, I used my final strength to speak. "Forgive me ..."

- I just didn't beg for their forgiveness, neither just that of Ilmater, but also the victims of my crimes. May everyone, one day, forgive me ...

"You're so dramatic, it causes me physical pain ..." Was the last thing I heard from the woman I just brought back from the grave as she got back up. What does she know, anyway ...

Before I knew it, I was held in a position, choking on a liquid that was forced down my throat. I coughed out, looking up to my savior which was the dhampir, Arabella who wasted up her most valuable position to rescue me. The sight of her frightened me somehow, it seems like that undead creature left me a mental scar.

"Oh, look at Arabella helping you, Viiris. Are you indebted to Arabella?!" I heard Pyre say. Dammit! ... I looked up to the small lady, when she spoke to me. "I only have this one, make it count." I frowned back at her, peeking back to the enemy who was looking away from me as the dhampir moved away from me. Damn this! ...

Moments later, Arabella seemed to be under some mind control spell, causing Pyre to faint once again and the others were in a terrible condition, even Shevat fell to the ground again. With only a little bit of strength left, I felt everything darken. It seemed like an endless, pointless battle. We had little chances from the start, even while saving up most of my magical abilities, it seemed like it was never enough. As soon as one of them stands, they will fall again. It was like a nightmare, a fever dream, a living hell.

My position made me feel useless, helpless and most of all, I felt powerless. I felt myself questioning my purpose, feeling all the faith in my abilities weaken and the connection to Ilmater stutter. I felt the external sounds weaken as if I'd fall unconscious again, but I was still standing. There was a ringing in my ears, my vision became blurry as I watched them all fight and struggle to survive.

When an arrow struck me, sucking the life out of me as, I felt the adrenaline rush through me and I suddenly realized where I am at. As my vision became sharp again, I saw Torvial on the ground and the man who previously got me down on my knees, standing right in front of me again. He looked down at me with his bloodshot eyes, holding his greataxe. I saw Yshvara run to Torvial to get him back up his feet again, but my eyes were resting on the enemy in front of me. To me, it felt like my life would come to an end soon. To my right, Pyre was suddenly attacking Shevat.

This fight, it's pointless, yes . . . T h a t i t i s . . .

Again, Shevat fell. Unable to keep standing.

It was as if my experience slowed down, each passing second felt like ten. My body felt weak, the blood kept pouring out of me. Nausea got to me and the headache grew worse. I was wondering.

. . . Maybe death in this place wasn't so bad, after all . . . It is all I've ever wanted, to be far away from where I came. These strangers, they don't know me, don't recognize my name, nor are they aware of my doings . . .

I saw Torvial attack the half blood from behind, drawing his attention for a moment. That was when I reached for my amulet and shut my eyes, speaking the words that reach the undying and the undying alone. May he be affected, or I will die. I refuse to run, running is pointless. If I lose my life here, then that is what I must, I thought to myself as I called out the words. (Channel Divinity: Turn undead)

It was successful, but as soon as he got hit, Naedithas returned to us, but stopped at where Yshvara was standing. It seems like my connection hasn't failed, even with the stuttering, even in a helpless situation, which gave me hope. Yshvara and Torvial in the distance flanked him, he was suffering severely from his wounds. When the aasimar woman struck him with her weapon, the man could no longer keep himself standing and fell to the ground with a thud. (250+ HP) From behind me, I heard Ellamin fell to his knees, shocked at what happened.

When I turned around, I saw the tears flowing from his eyes. The sight of his lover falling prey to the group that he betrayed, leaving only him standing. He began to shout helplessly. I felt this, I never had it before that I felt bad for my enemies, ones that joined forces with the enemy, but this time, I felt it. If only, I thought, things would have gone differently ...

Then something happened to him, it looked exactly the same as the way this necromancer lady, Stasia did. What this boy planned, looked like a life risking ability which may destroy one, if not each of us. It seems like, without his lover, he lost his will and desire to live, but when he will, he will take us down with him. I can't afford that, but it was hard on me to see each of them strike onto him with their full might. While they did, all who hit him were struck by an arrow he shot, Shevat went down in the attempt to attack and heal Arabella back up, Torvial also nearly fell, then it was my turn. I let go of my amulet, and looked in his direction. I had to put an end to this ...

I channeled my radiant energy and gathered it in my hand, until I launched it in the boy's direction, looking away from the hit it took. I couldn't bear the sight of my own failure when he struck the ground. I have murdered a foolish child, powerless, in a heartbroken state. Then stabilized Shevat from dying from the position I was at. Forgive me, for I have failed you.

I saw his body lay from the distance, but I refused to take a closer look. From behind me, I heard movement, footsteps, that ran past me, toward the one who just fell to the ground. I caught a glimpse of him, it was his lover, Naedithas, who used his final strength to get to his partner. I peeked to see, hoping for a miracle to happen, but all I saw was the man placing himself next to his lover onto the ground, giving him a hug, before reaching for his hand and laid beside Ellamin as he, too, shut his eyes. It was heartbreaking to see. Ellamin, he was smiling. I could swear that saw his lips move before he went down, in the corner of my eye, speaking the words "Thank you".

<Battle End>

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{ Their spirits unified in a black void, where they meet and speak to each other. They looked at each other as Naedithas said the words "I'm not mad at you, this is fine. It's not your fault." He smiled at him. Ellamin looked back at him, returning him a weakened smile, heartfelt as he returned the words "I love you, Nae." }
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Both of them, before any of us could move, the two, they turned to dust. I clenched my fists as I held onto my weapon and shield. They are gone ... And nobody could save them from this cruel fate ...

"Strahd will pay for this ...", Yshvara said with determination as she passed me. I looked in her direction, before looking down onto the ground again. "I'll ... Tear him to pieces ..." I said to her, before she moved away. They all gathered around Shevat, who woke up from his state as Torvial used his healing artes on him. I heard the man groan as he slowly sat up, asking "Is ... It over?" The others confirmed with a nod, yes, it is. "Thank the spirits ..."

I moved closer to the group when the familiar healing spirit appeared close to Shevat. It mixed with my healing magic, letting us recover to its maximum potential. But the true damage, that won't heal ... Neither be displayed in our scars, as they are gone. Only the tears in our clothes is what is left, the blood soaked clothes.

- Again, I got away with it, without any sign of punishment. I let my gaze rest on Torvial with a request in mind.

I decided to stay the night with Sidah in the woods, located to the west of Phandalin. I was concerned that he wouldn't be doing so well on his own, but the kobolt assured me that he has been traveling like this for a while, entirely on his own. I remain surprised at the fact that he speaks the language of orcs without having any memory of it. With an environment in constant danger by various types of monsters, but especially orcs, I am wondering how he has made it on his own for so long. Maybe he hid himself well or managed peace between him and the wandering folk, seeking for a home to name their own. We haven't figured out yet why it is that the orcs lost their homes. Could it be the dragon's doing?

After some refreshing morning stretches, we made our way to the inn where both Kyndel and Hemlock are staying the night, soon accompanied by Sister Yolantha and after some delicious breakfast, we left to meet the Guard Captain, usually stationed at the Town Hall. They use it as a temporary post, but once we got there, the man wasn't present. He had important business to take care of according to one of the guards that was stationed there.

During the captain's absence, the guard said, the Town Master is responsible for giving tasks to the adventurers, like ourselves. Before we left, Kyndel used this opportunity to tell the man his fortune in return for a small price. With the cards chosen and placed in front of the two, the fire genasi lifted the card and revealed the Tower. He promised the man that his day will be great, that the captain will praise him for his hard work. It casted a smile on the skeptical face upon hearing that, though according to the Sister, Kyndel has left out some details of the outcome, which he afterwards added, but he assured the man that he can expect only the best.

Kyndel and Sidah decided to take a walk around town, while the rest of us continued to the mansion where the Town Master is told to be present. When the Sister knocked on the door to see someone was inside, the door didn't open up, instead, we heard a voice. It was the man we were meant to talk with, however, he fears leaving the building or even opening up the door, no matter how the ladies tried to convince him of reality. But it was to our luck that it didn't interfere with our intentions, we simply exchanged the necessary documents from underneath the door.

The town master gave us three different quests, of which two are closest to the south and east of Phandalin, another one is positioned in the Neverwinter woods, with a request for supplies, but the one to the far east is of highest urgency. A ranch has been overrun and taken over by the orcs, we are urged to give them our support and to rid the place of the orcs.

With our promise still in mind that I urge each of them to keep, we must eventually return to the dwarves before they get into trouble. We lowered the priority for a little, realizing that rescuing people and escorting a man to the gold mine to the south, is both the closest and of priority. When both are taken care of, we'll obtain the necessary supplies from the guards.

When we regrouped with the other two, they let us know that they came in contact with the guard captain who became suspicious of Sidah for recognizing and mentioning the name of the white dragon that attacked us. He named him Cryovain, which I think is rather suitable, given that he passed us the traumatic frost experience of which my subconscious suffered more than I anticipated.

We let Sidah know that we don't suspect him of any of the sort, and wish to continue keeping him in our midths. After all, he is a part of us now and I do wish to keep him well fed as well. And not only that, if nobody else will, then I must protect him from false accusations. Torm's light shall bring shelter to those who seek.

We led them to the inn, where the man by the name Don-Jon Raskin was waiting for our support to escort him to safety. The sister went upstairs to inform the man of our arrival, while the rest waited at the entrance of the inn until we met the tall man with graying hair. On our way toward the exit of town, we were stopped in our path when two guards came to us with an intention to arrest Sidah, by the guard captain's direct commands. They were, however unsuccessful when a pair of smart words of our group confirmed the two, who were unsure themselves, to leave us with a situation where they couldn't catch us in time before we took our leave. They considered it and then let us go.

It was kind of them, each of them, both the guards and our group, they have a sweet soul. Warm, at the core, with no other reason to act, than willing what they believe is the right thing. The intention is what counts at the end of the day ...

. . .

We traveled toward the mountains, to where the gold mine is present, a location Kyndel was better off knowing, but the tall man, unfamiliar with the boy's behavior, was happy to explain where our destination was located. He didn't cut out any details of it either, after all, he is the overseer of the miners. The mention of gold got the fire genasi behaving a little odd, but nothing out of the ordinary. I'm sure he wouldn't abandon us just for gold! After all, he expressed that he enjoys the meals I pay!

Once we closed the distance to the mine, we came across a number of fallen orcs. Upon closer inspection from the sister, it became clear that these poor orcs became victims to the frost breath, in similar ways that both Sidah and I were, however, they weren't lucky to have such a helpful bunch of men and women. I didn't expect anything odd either, using my instincts granted by my faith (Divine Sense), so we continued our paths after a silent prayer.

At the gold mine, we were greeted by unfamiliar creatures who named the mine theirs. They name themselves wererats, having features of both rats mixed with those of humans. They weren't hostile when our group requested to speak to their leader. They let us, and we managed to meet the wererat that was wearing a purple cape. The wererats hissed at us, which I assume is a welcome in their language, but, a tad more aggressive, perhaps? We learned that their homeland, the shrine to the east, is taken over by orcs, not too far separated from the ranch. So, we made an exchange to remove the threat from their home, for a promise for them to return there, and letting the miners have the rest of the gold mine.

When I asked where the miners were, they kindly let us know that they are alive and have their own part of the gold mine, while they use it as their home. With the location marked on our map, we were sent off again, but with Mr. Raskin on our side. He let us know during the journey to the next destination, that he used to be an adventurer as well before he retired and insisted that he'll come with us, rather than stay behind with the miners. I apologized to him, but he said that he didn't mind helping us. I really appreciate that, but I truly feel guilty about letting a client work with us in dangerous surroundings. Those orcs were rather strong during that encounter ...

Before we'd reach the shrine, we stopped for the night and got some rest to get ourselves prepared for the upcoming fight. I decided to take the second watch and Kyndel was interested in spending that watch with me, I really appreciate his enthusiasm! After getting some worthy rest of my own, I was awoken by one of the ladies for my watch, and so was the fire genasi. We found ourselves in a good position with a clear view, a little higher onto the mountain, but no threat was near, which allowed us a little chat.

I've expressed my confusion related to what he named was a "Strikezone", which he mentioned around the religious worker that we rescued from the manticore at the tower. Kyndel was so kind as to explain this to me, using basic terms to avoid confusion, which was very considerate! This modern type of language really does keep confusing me, hahah! He was also curious, why I'm so keen on saving especially helpless women. It wasn't difficult, but I told him that I was once saved by women as a small child after my parents abandoned me in the forest of Cloakwood to fend for myself and he gave me some helpful insight. It could be, he said, that they had to abandon me to save me, to distract the monsters from finding me ... But I wondered, why did they not return?

They could have been ... Robbed from their life in an attempt to request for help. I was really lucky to be saved by Raina and Shefri and to call them my mothers, it's not unusual to develop a soft spot for women ... When truly, not all women are capable of fending themselves, neither are all men, but women, they are able to do good on so many special levels that none of us men could. I may be misled, after all, I made it my oath when both of their lives came to a natural end. Kindle asked about their race, which I answered is human and he asked for the age I have, two hundred and thirty, a number which exchanged a weakened expression. "My condolences."

I'm thankful for his feelings toward this fate, but I mustn't be sad neither must he, they would never want me or my close ones to be sad, they'd want to see me help the lives of others, like they once did to mine. I refuse to let them down. I won't let any of their lives come to an end if I can put a stop to it, may they all live a long life. May they find love, give love and maybe, one day, give life.

The night came to an end after the final watch and the early morning allowed us to enjoy the lovely stew that Don-Jon was so kind to prepare for us. A sweet gesture in which he thanked us for letting him rest the night with no dangers around. With our stomach filled, we continued our path toward the dangers and weren't disappointed when we moved inside reach. With a request for Torm's shield, I strengthened my defenses, and together with everyone, we shortened their numbers, little by little. We fought over ten orcs and two large ogres with excellent teamwork.

After an exhausting fight, we made our way inside, past the stench of death and remains of battle and made ourselves comfortable at the campfire which was still lit and smiled at each other. A rest well deserved! Hemlock played us a wonderful song (Song of Rest) that lifted the stress from our shoulders from the recent exposure to senseless combat and gore.

It's great to travel with them ...

Day: 15, Time of day: Morning
Location: Vineyard (Wizards of Wine) / HQ: Keeper of the Feathers

(Remarks marked by * ~~are written in abyssal~~, remarks marked by - are written in celestial, the rest of the entry is written in common)

Since Yshvara felt so very tired last night to accept or even be willing to listen to my request, she couldn't avoid it the very morning she woke up and greeted us. I sat there, soaked and waiting with anticipation for relief. I greeted her back and didn't hesitate to make my request to use her powers again to dry me. I saw a mild irritation on her porcelain face, but she did as I wanted. I'm grateful, but I couldn't escape the ever haunting nightmares while being partly soaked from the rain, still. At least, the safe environment has helped me to allow more freedom related to my nightwear.

Gradually, the others woke up as well and we made our way to the dining room, where our breakfast and rations for the journey ahead of us were positioned neatly for each of us. It was very kind of them, but there was no one in sight whom we could give our thanks to. During the breakfast, we heard a tale which Yshvara told us about her experience with shadow druids.

Clearly, Shevat wasn't too happy about hearing it, it visibly depressed him to hear that shadow druids could potentially ruin his reputation as a good willing gentleman of the forest that wishes for nothing but the best for nature and its habitants. They appear to attack the people, using the sources of nature. I, myself, have never heard of such a thing before, then again, my occupation is a little different. My coworkers may have had a different experience on the field.

After breakfast, we made haste toward Yesterhill. With a map and some good navigators on our side, it wasn't much of a trouble to find the route toward the south. What was annoying though, is that it's been raining for days and having only a dirt road to walk, it wasn't exactly pleasant either. No bath, no decent method to clean my clothing. Sooner than later, I'll end up looking like a senseless barbarian that rolls in dirt before chasing down their enemies. Absolutely unpleasant. I may not be a noble, but I have my standards. May we be unlucky and not find those elves that Muriel warned us about in addition.

As we traveled, I noticed Shevat looking around attentively to the surroundings. The closer we got to Yesterhill, the more it looked like the trees were sucked dry from their nutritions. Old, dying trees were positioned to the sides of the road. Not a sound of happy birds, as if we're walking toward a cemetery of silence. He's been looking up countless times, while at our feet, many rats passed the road.

They paused at a tree that looked like it was targeted by lightning. Gray discoloration was all over the texture of the tree, it almost looked like it turned into stone. Both Shevat and Pyre were curious about it, unlike myself. Pyre at one point, placed her hand against it and shut her eyes. While she wasn't paying a lot of attention, a giant spider was closing in on her.

Its body was the size of her head and it had very long legs as well. I took a step backwards and felt my hand slide toward the handle of my sword.

"Did you find something?" Shevat asked the fiery woman. I suppressed my laughter, knowing that it would target Pyre first and asked her. "Does it look hostile?~" It may not be, this may simply be its home, but this land cannot be trusted. "I found a BIG F*CKING SPIDER. I don't know if it's hostile, but I'm going to back the f*ck up." Her attention was aimed at the large creature. "I'm sorry, sir, this is your house, um ..."

The spider certainly didn't mind her, especially when it crawled past her to hunt down one of the rats. Then it single handedly dragged the stunned creature back inside the tree. Pyre nervously backed away. "Yeah, let's ... Keep going." She managed.

I let go off my sword and turned toward the woman that regrouped with us by hasty steps. I whispered to her "Just don't get too close to the trees ..." Clearly, I was smiling, that truly was interesting. She turned to me and nodded. "Yeah, not anymore ... F*ck me, that was a massive spider ..." Her face looked pale and I let out a soft chuckle. *~~Very cute.~~

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if we should be discussing something. So, I asked them, "You desire to listen to my complaints?" Arabella looked in my direction with surprise, while the others immediately shook their heads. "I mean, you don't usually ask before you do that." Yshvara chuckled. "He's learning." I looked in the aasimar's direction with a confident expression. "Oh, I might just unlearn things though~"

We continued our path toward the hill, as I took a little bit more distance from Pyre again. I saw her paying attention to her environment, especially around the trees and felt urged to tease the poor genasi by whispering in her mind that I believe there is a spider to her left side. While her attention was immediately drawn to her left to ensure her own safety, I felt something slide onto my back and I froze in my steps before I dropped to my knees, leaning forward and commanded the others to get it the HELL off. I heard Shevat step closer to me. "FASTER ..." I felt how its legs brushed against my neck when it turned to Shevat with curiosity and the shivers running down my spine. The thing was soaked as well and the drops that were stuck to its legs slowly trailed down my skin underneath my clothes. I was entirely stunned in that moment, at the mercy of the druid that took WAY too long to release me from the living horror.

"HURRY UP! ..."

From the back, I heard Pyre's voice calling out to me. "Oh Viiris~ I think there's a spider on your back~" Immediately, I felt urged to yell back, doesn't she have better things to do than to state the obvious and actually get her ass MOVING to help me?!

I felt the pressure on my back lessen and its legs slowly get off on me, one after the other. I had to suppress any external signs for this humiliating experience. The crazy druid behind me decided to keep it with him, letting the creature rest in the hood of his cloak. That man is clearly out of his damned mind ...!

I looked at him with a horrid expression, stuttering the words "What's ... Wrong with you." Shevat with an everlasting calm expression looked back at me with a warm smile. "This spider isn't dangerous. It only wanted some company." With my face still pale from the recent experience, I stared back into his eyes. "... Yes, the moment I reminded someone of a spider ..." The coincidence can't be real. Pyre stood behind the others with a smug expression. "That's karma."

It took some time before I was able to get back up again and when I managed, I made sure to keep enough distance between Shevat and I if the spider intended to change traveling companion.

As we continued our path, Shevat eventually paused to let the spider on his back go, waving it off with a final message. "Safe travels." He said, like he just waved off his son or partner. I again paused in my steps to yell at him. "What is wrong with you?!" (DM: You could swear that the spider answered you with a "Thank you, goodbye" - Shevat)

. . .

Location: Yesterhill
Notes: Tree is starting to restore after relic is positioned, obtained White Berry from the tall willow tree, druids were in the progress of making a Gulthias Tree and attempted to animate it to attack the vineyard, no druid has survived, according to the last survivor, he is the last one, met two enemies, Naedithas and Ellamin (Ailoton)

There was a clearing in the forest that led onto the large hill. On top of that hill there is a large tree positioned on top. We entered the clearing to get closer toward the hill, there were some men close that spotted us before we could do anything. Five burly individuals, wearing a hide jacket but mainly kept open that exposed most of their chest. They are poorly protected from potential harm and look nothing like a druid. These may be the rumored berserkers that cooperate with them. There's one of them that stands farther to the back, he is significantly older and looks like the leader of this pack. They were slowly closing in on us with mild suspicion.

Behind them, there was a group positioned as well, but there is some distance in between all of them. Their attention was drawn to us as well. They must be guarding this place for reasons yet unknown. The older man spoke up, before we could capture more of the surroundings. "You are threading sacred grounds. Turn around or face the consequences." Shevat stepped forth. "You say sacred, but this place has clearly been defiled, corrupted even. What has happened here?" The leader folded his arms over his chest, lifting his own chin to look down onto us. "That is none of your business, turn around or face the consequences."

Shevat insisted. "Is this your preferred state? Because we might be able to help here. We are not here to fight, not here to cause trouble. We're trying to heal the land." The man loosened up his shoulders. "What we are doing here is none of your business. This is your last warning." Again, he repeated the sentence. "We will keep a respectful distance, but can we talk to your leader?" Again, the berserker didn't give in, returning the response "I am the leader."

"Are you the leader of the shadow druids as well?" But the man decided that there is no use for interaction with the druids, as they are busy. "Busy with what? Defiling all the wood?" Yshvara provoked them. I looked at her with a frown, whispering her name to remind her of her position. More and more, the man began to surround us. Again, the leader responded. "Their business, not yours." I looked back at the druid, whispering to him to say something smart now. The situation is taking an awful turn. Like this, we won't be able to obtain information from the druids.

We could see the druids on top of the hill, they currently aren't moving, but they appear to be concentrating on something from the looks of their stance. Even if only vaguely visible from the distance. Shevat looked back at us with a regretful look in his eyes. "I may not be able to solve this just by talking." It is much like we already learned via his connection with the spirits. This may be something that can only be solved through violence.

Yshvara noticed the men cutting off our passage back. "Hey, if you want us to leave, then why are you blocking our exit?" The leader cracked his knuckles with a smile. "It looks like you'll cause trouble down the line, so we'll just get rid of you now." I drew my weapon and gritted my teeth. "So considerate, I really appreciate that." Yshvara pointed at the man. "On your head, be it. Well, careful, or it might come off."

<Battle start>

Each of them drew their weapon, and gradually took a battle stance. They were quick to take advantage of their position. Two men flanked Torvial, and one of the men dashed to fight Shevat, while the others distracted the remaining two, I was forced to make a decision until "Cease your mindless assault!" Shevat yelled before he paralyzed two of the men close to us and ran toward me for cover, but I didn't stay for long when I tried to get rid of the threat to Torvial. With the man in the back unable to even move, he won't be a threat to the others.

During this phase of battle, the berserkers in the back started to back up the five men. The men weren't much of a threat, but when the one in the back regained himself from the paralyzes, I had the two casters request my assistance with threat, which I was quick to run toward when the threat in between Torvial and I was gone. Behind me, a large lightning bolt struck a fill line of men, whose source came from a small individual. I had no idea she had that much power, this dhampir woman. It was quite impressive ...

Gradually, we took out more of the men as Yshvara began to hurry up to the hill. It was as if she was sensing something. She was quickly accompanied by the fire genasi, while severely wounded, felt urged to protect her in her quest.

Once we all got in reach, it became clear that the aasimar woman managed to put them all to sleep, one by one, for Pyre to get rid of them when she was shifted into a giant ape by Shevat's choice.

It seems like they made an attempt to do something to the tree and they made sure to keep one of the shadow druids as a prisoner. I placed my manacles onto his wrists and they covered his mouth while transferring them far away from the tree to avoid any further progress. He wasn't yet conscious, until later on.

<Battle end>

While we had the druid bound, gagged and blinded and still asleep, we investigated the ground surrounding the large gray tree. It looked like a tree which you'd read about in fairy tales. Much like a tree of pure mana, however, corrupted at this point. With our combined efforts, we managed to find the location of where the pine cone used to be. I informed them about all that I recall from our adventures and Torvial said that it might indeed be around the tree.

We were blessed to find the exact spot as well. Arabella, who was closest to the ground, found the exact spot below the roots of it. There is a space that looks like someone dug something from there. Placing the relic there, will always be a risk, but not doing it, might make the condition of the surrounding area even worse. According to Pyre's finds, the pinecone should neutralize the state the tree is currently in. It wasn't the druid's doing what happened here, it was what happened once they removed the relic.

Shevat reached for the pinecone and gently placed it under the ground, before covering it with earth. A mild glow came from where it was placed, the druid spoke of a mild warmth coming from it as well. He appeared unwilling to move from his position, looking like he was at ease, where he was at. Nearby to where he planted the relic, a plant grew at magical speed and gradually bloomed into a type of fruit. It had the shape of a berry before it fell off from the plant in front of the human. Then, as quickly as the plant came, it also disappeared.

I've never seen such a thing happen before in my entire life.

Shevat reached out to the large white berry ("Willow cone berry"), with the size of a honey melon. It had a dull white light to it, clearly magical, but upon closer inspection, even with glasses on, I simply couldn't identify the fruit. Magical, no doubt, but what of its purpose?

Shevat made a small prayer to the tree before we moved back to our prisoner. We transferred the druid back to the clearing from which we came before he came back to his senses. Shevat whispered some instruction to Pyre related to the condition that if he were to shapeshift, that there would be consequences. The moment the human shadow druid woke up from his forced sleep, he nearly yelled through his gag. Assumingly ordering us to release him. Funny, how he thinks he's in control while entirely outnumbered.

"We will take the gag off, but you will be silent for now and listen." Shevat said to him, giving him a firm glance, but clearly the druid continued to talk back to him, looking in each of our directions. I added a threat, but it seems like it didn't reach his ears. He seems fearful and confused about what happened, we did move him quite far from where he was.

Torvial made short work of the inconvenience and got behind the shadow druid, holding a knife against his throat. "Oh, I knew I liked him." Pyre said, who previously was against the plan to interrogate the enemy for intel. Of course, we all know that this woman nearly wants to take out any enemy without sharing a word with them. She's even worse than I am.

The redhead moved close to the enemy's ear, whispering the words "You better listen to them." The man fearfully nodded his head in submission and the attention was back to Shevat. "Your associates attacked us and we had no choice but to defend ourselves. We have stopped the ritual and we have no information about what you were trying to do, but we have returned the pine cone back under the willow. Now, we just want to understand what you were trying to accomplish here. Maybe, we don't need to be enemies. Do you understand what I am saying?" The enemy nodded back to him. "I will remove the gag", Shevat instructed him. "And we'll give you a chance to reply."

The druid removed the gag from the enemy's mouth and I saw Pyre move a little closer to the enemy. I had my eyes set on her. The man seemed calm now, regardless of his terrible position. Well, this brings back memories, some unwanted ones among them.

"Okay, who is to say you'll keep me alive if I tell you what you need to know?" Was the first thing the enemy said, being very aware of his survival chances in this current situation. A druid, no doubt, experts on the field of survival, primal instinct and especially while looking death in the eyes.

"We have no reason to kill if our interests align, we could use an ally.", Shevat said, which was indeed the signal I needed. "Look, I don't want to be deceptive, as it seems like my life is on the line. All of you seem to be capable folk. I can give you all the details you want, but our interests will never align." The shadow druids let him know, he was truthful and Shevat knew. "What are your interests about?" I asked the man, who returned a calculating glance in my direction. "No reason to tell anything unless you guarantee my survival." Shevat studied his features and placed his hand close to his mouth. "Will you promise to never return to this place again?" He gazed back into his dark eyes and repeated after the man. "I promise to never come to these parts again." He clarified that it is related to Yesterhill and the relic, but to obtain more information.

It will depend on what he says how I'll think about it, but the man demands us to promise him his freedom. I keep my word, I won't break it. In order to learn more, we collectively promised that we would not. Not each of us spoke, however, some remained quiet.

"Okay, we were a group of druids who serve our Lord, the ancient and we made a temporary alliance with the hag, Baba Lysaga. She told us of an order of wereravens that seems to be working against our Lord, the ancient. Who taught us a method to interfere with this group of ravens. By corrupting the land near their vineyard. So, we dug up the relic and gave it to her. Then, we continued to desecrate this land, so nothing would ever grow here that isn't in our control. Just now we were in the final step of our ritual in which we were trying to make a Gulthias Tree."

Such a tree is considered an unholy version of a tree, which can only be applied to a tree which is a beacon of nature. A holy tree with an appeal of divinity. When the energy of the land is drained from the surroundings on a large scale and be inserted into the tree. It will develop large, red fruits. If a person were to eat these fruits, they could obtain immense power from it. An elixer of some kind. that requires many life sacrifices. Eating it by Shevat's order's standards, is absolutely forbidden. Like a type of devil's fruit. He shared a tale with us about a druid that once managed to restore the life of his wife who has been dead for many years.

After hearing the story and explanation, Torvial's eyes almost flickered and he got his weapon back in his hand in an attempt to harm the man, which went against our promise. Immediately, both Yshvara and I held his arm and stopped him from making an attack. Shevat turned to him. "Torvial, control yourself."

"Do you even listen to what he just told us?!" The tall redhead yelled back at him. "A promise is a promise!" I yelled back to him. I felt the struggle the man put up weakened. "I see it differently, but that's fine. If it makes you happy, then sure." Torvial replied. I felt my irritation grow stronger at that moment. Of course it didn't make me happy, quite the opposite!

"But I absolutely don't agree with what they were doing." The man added. I glared back at him. "None of us does!"

Shevat looked back at the druid again. "Was your goal to produce Gulthias fruit? Or just to inconvenience the ravens?" The shadow druid glanced back. "The goal was to produce these fruits and also to animate the Gulthias tree itself to use it as a weapon." I frowned at the shadow druid and asked him "Is that not against your nature as a druid to do such a thing?"

"If it goes against our nature? We animate all kinds of plant based life." Yshvara tilted her head. "You know, you should really get a new hobby. Have you considered pottery?" The enemy shook his head, rolling his eyes to give it some thought. "No, but I have considered sewing. But you don't have anything to fear from me, I am the last one left and I can't do anything by myself."

Likely, he will return to the man he worships so much, but what he says may be true. What truly is the point of it? We kept our word, if we met him again, we could easily rid him of his existence. But then the man said that he wouldn't care about him, for being such a powerful man, so that's unlikely to be the case. It was odd, as if he feels his connection to the Count weakened without his group.

After this information, Shevat looked back at us. "This is all I need. Do you have any questions?" We were discussing letting the man go, as promised, but Pyre gazed at us with disbelief. "We're just going to let him leave after everything he just said?" We intend to keep our word, so that was indeed going to be the case.

"How far from Yesterhill do you intend to go?" I asked the shadow druid, who returned me a confident gaze. "Very far away." That was enough for me, this is pointless, he learned of our strength and may eventually find a better path in life. "Can I take these manacles off of him?" I turned to the others, already positioning myself behind him with the keys in my hands. With Shevat's agreement, I unlocked them and let the man go. As the others discussed various torture techniques and questionable things, I told the man to hurry up and leave. "You better hurry."

He slowly took his distance. "I'll see ... Well, I hopefully won't ever come across you guys again. I hope the Ancient will destroy you all. See you." I watched the man go, feeling mildly irritated by the cocky behavior. "Likewise." I said, but suddenly Pyre flew past me with an attempt to strike the shadow druid and disappear midway.

<Battle Start>

I quickly jumped in front of the man, holding my shield to protect him. (Selfless sacrifice feat) But it wasn't enough, she easily moved past me to land a few perfect strikes onto him and just killed the man.

<Battle over>

"For F*ck's SAKE, Pyre!" I yelled at her. "What?!" She yelled back, but I immediately pulled away. "WELL, I suppose I can't help it, I kept my word and tried my best." Torvial smiled in Pyre's direction. "I suppose that's karma." I must agree, I kept my word, but this result doesn't harm my conscience. *~~Job well done.~~

Then a slow clapping noise came from the back, when two odd figures came from the woods. Who are these guys ... Are these the ones who betrayed them? I had hoped these guys wouldn't show up so sudden ...They were sent to supervise the work of the druids until they ran into us. They have seen the scene with the druid and expressed that they couldn't believe what they just saw. Honestly, I do agree. I didn't expect that this group of passives would take such actions.

. . .

After we spent the night at Gnomengarde and gathered our belongings, Kindle read the gnomes their fortune and predicted a great breakthrough for their intentions. He didn't hesitate to make a show out of it either, turning it into a major spectacle while merely shuffling the cards. Flames would appear, disappear and so would the cards! It was amazing—!

The lady from the kitchen was so sweet to give us some of their mushroom bread for our way back again and said that we're always welcome to pay a visit, the bread will be in the house!

We left the gnomes to head back to Phandalin to report to the guard captain. When we returned, it seemed like the situation tightened around the town. People held crossbows and patrolled the town to make sure it stayed clear of danger. Through Sister Yolantha, we learned that the white dragon has been sighted in the regions and surrounding areas have become a larger threat again to the people.

We went to the town hall and informed the guard captain about our finds as well as the lacking details about our encounter with the dragon itself. We named it territorial and unwilling to negotiate with us to allow us passage. Questioning eyes have been resting on both the Kobalt and myself for having survived the attacks. Truly, that was rough luck and I did leave the boy a good word for good behavior. The captain split our reward of 50 gold among all five of us and already had more awaiting us.

Because of the dragon sightings in the region, two archeologist dwarves near a recently discovered, ancient temple that haven't been informed about the nearing threat. They must return to Phandalin.

As well as an older woman who is charged with the task to brew potions, living at a windmill South west of town, who must be escorted back to town.

We decided to take both the missions, but the order in which we took them wasn't a mutual agreement for a while, but after a good (expensive) meal (which is now my responsibility), we managed to get our plans straight and first headed to the Temple.

When we got there, we found two dwarves that didn't seem too happy about receiving guests, neither the new information about the dragon sightings. They refuse to go back, claiming that they are close to a breakthrough in their finds. The make dwarf has discovered the entrance that would lead inside the temple, but they spoke of monsters which could trouble them when they seek shelter. Something about a slime.

We went inside the temple to clear it from any threat. I saw that one of them was behind the altar and I warned the others beforehand before I got in reach to draw its attention away from the others. It made its appearance to us. A second one appeared, but we made quick work of them. Kindle and the others continued to explore the temple, refusing to listen to me when I made sure it was safe for the time being, but the boy continued to search and found some hidden passages from behind the walls, leading to a number of rooms. He found a small knife, like a ritual knife with dwarven writing on it. It demands a blood sacrifice as the story goes and that Kindle made when he cut himself and used the dwarf to help him pronounce the words "Greed is Good" to animate the knife. It aimed at the pillar with a switch. 15 Gems and 30 dwarven skills came out of the altar. We took the gems and considered waiting to remove the rumble from behind the door in the back until we helped the woman.

On our way out of the temple, we encountered orcs that named themselves members of the Blackrock clan and demanded us to leave, as they were chased from their lands, with no place, but any location of their choice to stay.

We fought them, realizing quickly that their strength nearly outmatched mine. I nearly fell unconscious with a single hit, but with our might combined, we managed to turn the tables and secured the area.

We went straight to the windmill with a brief rest to recover from the damage we have suffered. Once arrived, it became clear that the woman was already under attack. But not by a dragon, instead, it was a manticore With a terrifying face. It was making an attempt to break through the door where the lady was in, she begged for help.

We hurried to her and defeated the beast before it could manage to attack us, letting Sister Yolantha land the final, impressive strike. We rushed to the woman, notifying her of the news, but she, too, wanted to remain where she was. It is a place of worship, she must protect, but it is also a farm, where she grows crops for potion brewing which she refused to abandon. With the situation as it is now, however, she is unable to survive on her own. Both the Sister and I managed to convince her and put her belongings and herbs into a cart, pulled by Side and later by me, and moved back to Phandalin.

We reported back to the captain again, then called it a night. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I'm really excited!

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