How to be Noble, 101 Shortcuts

Iron and Wine

We searched the area around the cauldron for treasure—but as we did the cauldron started cracking; it seemed dangerous (I didn’t want to see what happened when it broke) so we took off for the dryad’s tree. Before we left we cast what healing spells we still had, and I again cast a concealing spell on us so we could avoid the gnoll patrols. Everyone was exhausted and injured, so we stopped after an hour to make camp. I was in a rush, feeling the elf’s heart still in my pocket.

I took watch with the thornwolf—Rebrus’s cloak seemed to be…well, let me just say a shadow was emanating from the cloak and watching me keep watch. The cloak has to go.
We made it back to the dryad tree only to find a satyr there trying to, unsurprisingly, get in bed with her. I think my companions thought this would be a fun game, but I, the voice of reason, had to show them the heart so they remembered the task at hand. We gained entrance and I put the heart back in the elf’s body, which was laying on a stone slab. The dryad set to work, and we set to drinking.

Mostly Thornbeard was drinking. By the time I had returned from uniting heart and body he was drunk on fae wine. Feeling impatient, I took thornwolf hunting. We returned and the satyr and I set to cooking the elk we had killed. I probably would have joined Thornbeard in drinking the wine (by now he had plants growing out of his head and hammer) except that the satyr had obviously changed his ‘target.’ When we sat down to talk eat, I made sure he was opposite me. For his own good, probably.

The dryad raised Alloralla. She didn’t remember being possessed by the hags, which is probably for the better. Thornwolf was happy to see her, though, so she must not be all bad.

We also found out from the dryad, after she raised Alloralla, that Bodhi had found his calling as a member of the garrison back at Daggerford. It seems a strange calling for a ‘noble’, but to each his own. He will be missed.

In the end, I decided to help Alloralla do some recon in the forest. We wanted to get a better idea of the status of the game’s players. Everyone else would head to town where we planned to meet in 4 days.
I have come to appreciate my new friends, but I think the change of companionship for a few days might be…refreshing.

Victory and Intrigue
The end of the Hags

I didn’t want to wait; I wanted to take care of the hags and restore the Tree and its occupant. So after licking our wounds, I snuck into the basement. I found an old hag, standing behind the huge cauldron I saw earlier. Alloralla’s heart was suspended in macabre fashion on a pedestal above the cauldron, being observed by a floating eye. Yes, an eyeball. Floating in the air like a hummingbird. Except more disgusting and evil and nothing at all like a hummingbird. There was a hummingbird that used to…never mind.

But before I could do anything, the hag saw me, and began casting spells of great power into the upper levels. I made my way back up to find Rebrus prone on the stairs, a thornwolf (and Lightbeard) growling at him from above. My presence seemed to diffuse the situation; I learned that they had killed the first hag, and that Bodhi was taking care of Alloralla’s body—returning to the Dryad’s home, I think. I approached the thornwolf who had apparently been helpful in the battle, although no one had yet communicated with it. I spoke in Elvish, and the wolf immediately spoke to me—I told him/her? that she reminded me of someone, and an understanding passed between us. The wolf also seemed to approve of Lightbeard…anyone on the good side of a wolf must be a decent sort of fellow. The wolf told us that ‘the pack’ had killed one of the hags—perhaps the elf’s heart was to be used in bringing her back?

We decided to press our advantage and rushed to the basement once more, this time with the powerful wolf in tow. This time I noticed that the hound archon was also in the room, and the hag was accompanied by a hellcat with half its face burned off. Gabriel, unsurprisingly, rashly charged for the cauldron. Now, I must say, his rashness did get him killed once. But this time…his actions were nothing less than heroic. He sprinted across the room, stepping onto the cauldron and leaping over it. He grabbed the still bloody heart off the pedestal and made to dive away safely. Something happened to him, though—he cried out and looked as if he had been poisoned.

Not wanting to leave him alone, I charged the hag, stabbing her twice while taking some sort of shock from the eye. She responded by trying to put a hold spell on us—it worked on Gabriel (still poisoned, I think) and at least one of my other companions. One of the spellcasters finished off the hellcat, and I was left to defend the held Gabriel from the evil hag. Attacking again, I moved between her and him, as she was obviously trying to get the heart back. She was now aware of my rapier—I let her block it before my real attack, a vicious dagger strike. I then turned and ran. But as I passed the cauldron I too became poisoned (was it alive?). I snatched the heart from Gabriel and ran, healing myself in the process.

Lightbeard had by this point called forth a spiritual hammer, which, with a satisfying smack, put an end to the floating eye. (The hammer had, I think, also hit the hag a few times). This enraged the hag, (maybe it was her eye?) who hit me with a magic missile; combined with the shock and the poison, as well as a painful hit I received from the hag’s claws, I was beginning to feel my system telling me I was in real danger. Just as I was heading for the stairs and putting my sword and dagger away, the mysterious archon laughed; fearing a back attack, I stayed, and was rewarded with…the hag appearing in front of me. Faster than the f***er could react, my sword again deflected her attention while me dagger sliced another hole in the horrendously bleeding (and magically scorched, and thorn-filled) hag. I think it was my rapier that finally did her in. She screamed, and her face became a twisted caricature of an old elven woman, screwed up in hatred and pain. She turned to dust.
Apparently during this time the other sister had appeared, ghostlike, in the cauldron. I think Gabriel took care of her somehow. The arrogant imp reappeared (we had skirmished with it above) and demanded the hag’s ashes, and the archon seemed to want to intervene. Not wanting to fight the archon, I put an arrow through the imp’s midsection—it gave up the ashes (“for my master!” it cried). I decided to let it live, but did make the stupid creature pay me for the arrow still embedded in its ribs. (That was enjoyable!)

The archon seemed satisfied to leave us then. Now, we need to reunite Alloralla with her heart, and this tree may finally be restored.


Gabriel didn’t stay dead for long. The Dryad my new companions knew agreed to help us—I was quite unfamiliar with her magic, however, and her spell did not guarantee the form of his reincarnated body. In the end, his old human body had been intermixed or changed somehow into a partially dragon body. Whoa. He scared the crap out of Lightbeard, which was a much needed moment of levity. I told him that I was glad he was back, even though I suspected he was still a pretentious jerk…my comments didn’t really have any force behind them, though, and indeed he seemed a little more subdued, almost friendly. I must admit, his new form seems less threatening to me. And he offered the necklace I had made back to me, but he now wears it around his neck. These new friends are starting to grow on me—as evidenced by me using the word ‘friends’.
Some hostile seeming harpies were singing their stupid songs outside the grove. I went out to speak with them and found myself caught between two worlds. On one hand, they were clearly evil and deserve to die. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure we were in any state to be fighting them at that moment, and the more pressing matter was saving Alloralla (I had learned the elf’s name from the Dryad). I negotiated a deal with them, eventually giving them one of the baubles I had taken to seal the deal. As they were leaving, someone decided we should attack, and the boys ran out of the grove’s protection wildly firing an arrow at, apparently, nothing in particular. Still caught in two minds, I began drawing my bow only to realize that two of my companions were utterly enchanted by the siren song. Just when you think you know and could trust some men, they go and become blithering idiots at the sight of some naked, singing half-birds. (Not that being a half anything is bad. Damn you if that thought entered your mind). This was clearly not the time to do battle. Lightbeard, oddly enough displaying the most sense, and I led the way back through the grove on our mission. Rebrus, it seems, stayed back to continue working to remove his cursed garment.
As we neared the tree again, I cast some added stealth protection over our group—we all had a feeling that time was of the essence. This enabled us to avoid some gnoll packs and enter the tree undetected. We found 2 ogres and some small, annoying imp creature on his shoulders repairing the damage I had done on our last visit to the tree. We crept up on them, Bodhi and I toward one, Lightbeard and Gabriel to toward the other. I struck first, two deep rapier thrusts (the second, wickedly, in the same place as the first) and a dagger slash, and Bodhi quickly finished off our opponent with a powerful swipe from his dangerous-looking blade. I took off to help our other companions, and found they had similar luck with their ogre, but the little imp was proving problematic. Gabriel seems to have not lost any of his agility in his new body—he leapt off the tree, acrobatically swiping at the little imp. He narrowly missed (I suspect magical protection) before nevertheless burying his sword in the ogre’s eye. Arriving quickly, I contributed to the ogre’s demise before striking sure at the imp’s midsection only to find my blade stopped by, as expected, an unseen magical force. To top it off, the little imp was laughing maniacally, only adding to the absurdity of the situation. I think it was Lightbeard who finally finished him off.
We then, still under the influence of my stealth spell, crept around the tree to find a gnoll with a hellish, otherworldly wolf pet. Using our stealth to deadly advantage, we released a barrage of spells and arrows which, I must say, was pretty damn powerful. Despite the creature’s otherworldly toughness, our first barrage utterly destroyed it. The gnoll, seeing its powerful companion dispatched, wisely ran, although this only prolonged its life for another minute or so.
Pressing our advantage, we gave chase down one more level of the tree. Our gnoll was still running, screaming incoherently at another, larger gnoll, and a nasty, middle-aged, horned ‘woman’ (if you can call it that) holding a macabre skin-bag. There was also a wolf, dragging something out of view. As we took down the cowardly gnoll, the air was rent by a powerful blast of lightning. Normally I can avoid such attacks, but I was so focused on the disturbingly familiar object in the wolf’s jaws that it hit me square in the stomach, blasting the air from my lungs and scorching my cloak.
Lightbeard responded with a phenomenal, angry bear shaped fireball (where did he learn such a kickass spell?!), and Bodhi and Gabriel engaged the big gnoll. Greatly weakened, I stayed back, firing arrows into his prone body. Gabriel took some powerful hits from the gnoll, and just when things seemed to be going badly, the hag disappeared and from Lightbeard a warm light erupted, erasing the pain of our injuries and, briefly, filling me with hope. We ran frantically after the hag, only to find the body of Alloralla, ripped open, her heart taken, no doubt for some nefarious purpose. I now have no doubt that we are on the right side of this game, and I only hope that, once freed from the evil hags, this tree can restore Alloralla’s heart to working condition. Oh, and I hope my companions don’t decide to kill her (or, worse, start getting harpy-song induced ideas) at that point. You never know.


Death of a Comrade

I couldn’t catch her, the elf woman, that is. I almost had her, but a globe of darkness near the next tunnel slide prevented me. There is something about her though. At first I thought she was a hag in disguise, but her magic was wrong for that. And her eyes—they were dead, but there was a moment, I think when Thoradin blasted a hole in the floor, that I saw something else. Anger?

Anyway, we regrouped briefly, but before we could plan a strategy, Thoradin and Gabriel engaged some gnolls through the hole in the floor. Frustrated at our lack of planning, I took the others to the slide and cautiously crept into the darkness. To my left, where the elf was going, was a huge, disgusting gnoll, with 3 wolves chained to various body parts. He looked deranged beyond all doubt…But just before I joined in the battle in the other direction, Gabriel came flying into the space, landing—I admit, gracefully—and rolling away from danger. The gnoll-beast roared, so I put an arrow in his shoulder and called up to Bhodi.

Bodhi came fast, but that damn gnoll and his wolves were fast! They fell upon Bodhi with alarming speed. I wanted to go to Gabriel, who was faring badly, but I was torn because the wolves were overpowering Bodhi, and Rebrus’ fire attack was barely keeping up with the speedy wolves. I stabbed the gnoll-beast again and—what the hell was going on? Thoradin was gone, and I looked over just in time to see a gnoll weapon being extracted from Gabriel’s lifeless body. In almost the same motion, the gnoll turned and kicked a potted plant. Am I losing my mind?

I finished off the brute and, leaving the wolves to Bodhi, sprinted desperately toward Gabriel. Bodhi made quick work of the wolves, and I quickly ended the other gnoll’s life, but it was too late. Gabriel was dead.

We decided to head to some Dryad’s home to reincarnate Gabriel. On the way out, I grabbed some jewelry from the gnoll-beast, and ripped apart some of the mechanism bringing blood to the deranged tree. It was the least those bastard hags deserve, and I am certain we will be back for more.

During the trek, I talked with Bodhi some. He showed strength in carrying his brother for the entirety of our 24 hour march and being able to maintain a decent pace. He expressed gratefulness for my skill in battle. Imagine that, a noble-type thanking ME. His main virtue being the fact that he doesn’t say much, I was surprised that when he did speak he expressed gratitude. I am wary of friendship of any sort, but may have found at least some temporary companions.

I also am intrigued at the challenge of removing the cursed garment from Rebrus; I am hoping it is the cause of his inappropriate glances and comments. It is a strange life I lead.


Light, Lightning and Fire

Antlers. A two hour hunt followed by an even longer ritual and the elves give us antlers. I guess they are enchanted to show the way to the home of the hags, so it was worth it. And now, like some disgusting out-of-the-way roadside pub, I have antlers.

After the elves left we rested for the long march ahead. Rebrus the Gnome returned having prepared some spells to combat invisibility. There was mercifully little conversation on the road; everyone was focused on the task ahead.

As we approached the haunted place, we could hear sounds of metal and woodwork—then suddenly we were aware of a menacing presence. Lightbeard and Rebrus began throwing fiery spells into thin air. An evil cackle broke the silence and it was obvious some evil was attacking our spellcasters. Lightbeard cast some sort of enchantment near me, and we saw small balls of light that had been causing him some pain. Within the enchantment we could see the balls that were otherwise invisible—once we could see them they weren’t all that difficult to destroy. Stabbing them gave a strange sensation—having one pass through you was stranger still, and even brought a pain and helplessness that is difficult to describe. After dispatching them we regrouped, edgier than before and ready to fight something substantial. I have to say, the magic-users were indispensable here, even if later they nearly led us to catastrophe.

Gabriel and I moved a short way ahead—I could count at least 6 sets of gnoll tracks leading into what appeared to be a huge tree canopy. The only entrance was a sort of chiseled tunnel/slide leading downward into darkness. We stood at the entrance deciding what to do. The spellcasters wanted to start the whole thing on fire. Apparently they had a number of different spells with which to achieve this, and they moved along the edge of the tree talking. Then they talked some more. No, they weren’t talking, they were arguing like an old married couple. (Or so the saying goes, I’ve never been around such people.) I fear that our inability to come up with a coherent plan of attack may be the death of us. Or at least, some of us—if I learned anything in my training it was how to escape.

I started to feel uneasy. Dark, unnatural clouds blew in, as the activity below us in the tunnel increased. A gnoll appeared, so I promptly put an arrow through his nose and foot (the only parts exposed beneath his shield) and then all hell broke loose. First, a lightning bolt struck Rebrus, knocking him flat. Lightbeard, I think, sent a ball of flame down the side of the tree toward the gnolls, before another bolt struck among us. I’m not even sure who got hit, but then Lightbeard, with a crazed look in his eyes, emptied a potion into his throat…which gave off a burst of light, blinding Bodhi. The flaming sphere and our arrows finished off the stupid gnolls at the base of the slide. Lightbeard also seemed to have developed the ability to shoot lightning bolts at will.

Standing on the edge of the tree, we could see a naked elf woman, a girl, really, sitting in the central branches casually calling down the lightning. I fired off a shot with my bow, surprisingly hitting her as the others jumped down the slide into the space under the canopy. Bodhi got up, looking stunned, but apparently his vision was returning.

The elf-woman caused spikes to appear on the slide in front of my comrades; they all bailed out (with more or less (mostly less) athleticism) before entering the spikes. I came down more slowly, hitting the elf again with an arrow. She seemed genuinely surprised at my aggression, calling out “But we’re sisters!” Sisters we are not…but her words did sow seeds of doubt. Gabriel seemed to catch on, responding in kind, and she suggested that she only attacked us because we were going to set her home on fire. Fair play I suppose, but why would she live with a group of evil gnolls? And why were there dead fey hanging from the branches, their blood running down to feed the deranged tree? We must know.


Strange Encounters of the 4th kind

I was wandering aimlessly again, trying to find myself. I don’t even know the name of the forest I am in, but I twice skirmished with some unfriendly gnolls, and evaded some threatening, unnatural vines. I made contact with some strange wood elves who told me about the presence of some hags who were upsetting the balance of the forest. This piqued my interest, as at least killing them would give me some temporary sense of purpose and provide a shield against the monotony of existence and the ache of losing my father.

The wood elves claimed it wasn’t really their battle, but I made a good enough impression on the leader she-elf to ensure their help if I needed it. Not sure I can trust them, but any group in which a woman has power can’t be all bad. Anyway, I was whittling a necklace (it was a badger I saw once. The sun had just risen, and it was running along the side of a small brook, all sleek with…oh, dammit. That was another life.) when I heard some strange noises, and was greeted by a most curious group of travelers. The leader seems to be a brash and enigmatic man named Gabriel. He seems a capable enough leader, and we later discovered that we make a good fighting team, although I am not sure he can be trusted. His brother Bodhi, a large man wearing a ridiculous amount of armor, is apparently not able to make any decisions of his own, but he seems a capable, if brute, sort. Nonetheless, had it been just those two, I probably would have stayed out of sight (not too difficult given the noise of Bodhi’s armor) and let them pass.

But they were accompanied by a strange pair of magic-users. The first, Something-or-other Lightbeard is an annoyingly endearing dwarf who certainly lives up to his name. The poor fellow seems to have no idea what is going on, and I have this urge to cut off part of his beard just to see if it would keep glowing…but he follows directions well enough. I always think it is helpful to have a healer around, and I feel that he is trustworthy and unthreatening. Not that I’d trust him and his bear-trap with anything too complicated…The way he looks at me with those weird little eyes and that stupid smile on his face, I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry. The final companion is an odd little gnome. I’ve not met many gnomes before, and certainly not any wearing cursed cloaks. His cloak causes him to have nightmares; I know what that’s like. I could definitely make this little critter my friend, and I know all about nightmares.

At any rate, they were looking for some gnolls, and had also heard of the hags, so I reluctantly decided to team up. I led them past the vines, convincing (I hope!) Lightbeard not to start the damn things on fire, as the elves advised against that. We came across a pair of gnolls, and decided to take them out. Gabriel proved useful, sneaking around to put a quick end to one of them. The other, however, savagely attacked Lightbeard, biting his throat. Despite just meeting the poor fellow, I was enraged. I probably should have kept the gnoll as a prisoner, but a rapier to the face was no more than it deserved. I took his nasty bone dagger…I no doubt will put it to better use.

My anger not abating, I willingly led the group on to the gnoll encampment. We weren’t sure we could take out the dozen or so gnolls we found—especially since A) the gnome inexplicably disappeared (were his nightmares acting up?…turns out he was off learning some anti-invisibility spells) and B) one of the gnolls seemed like a chieftain of some sort, who was organizing and communicating with a large, intimidating wolf. I mentioned the elves and Bodhi suggested I call for their help. I called them while my companions laid a bear trap and came up with a strategy that seemed to consist solely of drawing their attention toward Bodhi and making them cross over the bear trap. It was a sound strategy, I suppose, if unsophisticated.

Again we got the jump on our opponents, and the plan worked. Gabriel and I dropped one of the beasts in the lake, and I had 2 arrows in a second before they realized what was happening. Another lost a leg to that nasty bear trap, all before they had got in a single shot. Bodhi stood strong, trading blows with multiple gnolls at once, while I defended Lightbeard. He also managed to knock one of the gnolls down again (human men-except my dad-make no sense to me. It looked like half the time he was more interested in hugging the damn gnolls than killing them. I guess it was effective…but weird.) allowing me another easy kill. Gabriel, somewhat frustratingly, stayed on the fringes of the battle. His arrows were deadly, but surely he could have been in the line of fire? No matter, as in the end as that wolf appeared out of nowhere and he did just enough to keep all of his limbs attached.

Just as Lightbeard, whose spell gave us all a boost of energy, began suffering some wounds, the wood elves showed up and surprised the gnolls from behind. We probably would have beat them anyway, but with their help we made quick work of the rest of the camp. Disturbingly, the chieftain and wolf disappeared.

We tried to loot the bodies before those f——d up vines sucked the carcasses dry. I conversed with the elves—all the while Gabriel kept trying to butt in and take charge. Normally that wouldn’t bother me, I don’t want to take charge, but it was obvious that the elves didn’t want to talk to a human. Typical of that part of my heritage, I suppose, to be so condescending. And of a man to be so arrogant. In the end, I went off hunting with one of the elves in order to bring back an animal that they could use for some sort of cleansing ritual. Lightbeard thought he would contribute by sitting on the ground and muttering nonsense. Part of me hopes it’s all an act…but mostly he seems harmless and a good companion. I would rather be fighting with the brothers than against them, so as long as they give me my space—read: they treat me like a sister and not start thinking with the wrong head, as they say—we’ll get along fine. And I hope that gnome comes back. I forgot his name, but maybe together we can face our nightmares…after we hunt some more gnolls and their hag leaders.


Unlikely Encounters at a Lighthouse
from the Chronicles of Gabriel D'Shain

The 6th of Mirthal 1490 DR

Coincidences are piling on top of improbabilities…

When our ship was attacked, just as my brother and I were on our way home, I suspected potential foul play. Now I cannot help but think that something else is going on in this part of the world that we accidentally stepped in the middle of. I will have to try to gain an advantage from this situation.

We were able to reach the lighthouse that I mentioned yesterday with relative ease, and the old keeper received us with surprising friendliness – I doubt that I would allow 5 strangers into my home so easily. As it turns out, he had witness the battle at sea and assumed us to be survivors. More importantly, after some generous gifts from our side, he provided us with both food and information. It appears we are not the only survivors after all. The keeper saw two groups – one holding the other prisoner – land on the beach a days walk north of our current position. As our ship with a peaceful trading vessel, we have to assume that the prisoners were the crew mates of my new companions. I decided to put forward the notion of helping them in order to gain the trust of the group as well as solidify my leadership role. I can of course trust my brother without question, but as for the rest, I think it will be easier to gain their trust by leading them on a mission they would have gone on anyway.

We decided to spend the night at the lighthouse to regain our strength. This will give the slavers – for that is what they certainly are – a days head start, but that could not be helped. Up to that point, everything had gone well, but that ended quickly, when during the night, the lighthouse was attacked by Undead skeletons. Luckily, the old keeper had some fight in him and was able to assist us as we pushed back the attack. Strangely, every skeleton we slew turn into sand on the spot. I am not trained in the religious arts, but even I know that this is not normal behavior for their kind. In addition this was not the only attack of this night. As we were in the middle of the fight, we heard a commotion from the upper levels of the tower. A group of kobolts was up there ransacking the second floor. Upon chasing them to the top of the tower, we found the search light extinguished. The plan of the kobolt leader – a disciple of Umberlee – was to lead an upcoming vessel onto the rocks as a sacrifice to the evil deity. We were at a stalemate. We had slain most of the attackers, but the leader had us at a disadvantage and time was of the essence. At the last moment, I was able to convince the monsters, that Umberlee had already had her share of victims today, in the form of our ship, that had sunk just that morning. To my great surprise, this satisfied the little beast’s bloodlust, and they retreated, allowing us the relight the flame and save the inbound ship.

This was an important victory for our little group, and the type of heroic actions that i will be able to make use of in the future.

Several questions remain unanswered however. Was the skeleton attack merely a distraction? I am not convinced… none of the kobolt attackers had the looks of a necromancers. More importantly however, I was convinced that extinguishing the search light was not the only, and maybe not even the primary goal in the attack. The old man’s living quarters had clearly been searched. One whole floor had been destroyed. The monsters had been looking for something. A conversation with the keeper yielded interesting results, and maybe another lead to great power. I will need to investigate further.

One last thing has become clear to me: The side trip on my journey to revenge might have been a blessing in disguise. All my training had not prepared me for battle in the real world. My impatience during the fight almost cost me my life as one of the little creatures snuck up on me. I will have to think about this and how to best leverage these new companions in my favor.

But first, we are bound northwards in heroic pursuit of our captured ship mates…

A new Beginning
from the Chronicles of Gabriel D'Shain

The 5th of Mirthal 1490 DR

Fate has intervened yet again, and the path towards my destiny has been interrupted!

I had just met my brother for the first time in years, both of us having completed our training, and we had set out on our journey home to take back our birthright, when the ship we were sailing on was attacked by an unknown party. The vessel approached us under Cormyran flag, but this was just a ruse to get close to us. A part of me wonders if this is related to our return home, a first strike so to speak, but I dismiss this as paranoia. The D’Shains have been away from Cormyr for 5 years, and it is unlikely that the people I consider my enemies have spend much time thinking about me during that time.

But I digress… We were not as defenseless as our attackers seemed to think, and when all was set and done, both ships went down, and I found myself on a nameless beach what I assume is several hundred miles south of Waterdeep. It appears my plans will have to wait.

All is not lost though. At least I am not alone. It is a bit of a rag-tag group I found myself in, but this will give me an opportunity to hone my skills in leadership. So far it appears that 5 people from our ship have survived and come to shore close to me. I thank the stars that my brother is among them. I need him in more ways than one. It can be a bit tricky to deal with all his moral restrictions, but nevertheless I cannot imagine taking the journey without him. There is a Dwarf with us, who does not seem quite right in the head, but he is a Cleric and I have a feeling that we will require healing soon. I will learn how to deal with his singular mind in due time. The gnome mage who was the ship’s navigator on the other hand could not be more stereotypical. His magic will be useful to have. The last member of our little group is the most difficult to read. But as he is an expert in hand to hand combat, I will not complain.

I have managed to secure a tentative leadership position in the group. We are traveling north along the beach, hoping to find other survivors to bolster our ranks.

I see a lighthouse in the distance. We will attempt to seek shelter and food there.

Gabriel D’Shain


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