Agenar’s journal, page 226

Tonight the group gathered at the Apple to make plans: tomorrow we travel west, to the great Stone Circle in the Wood. Afterward, Wynlynn dragged Val off to wherever they sleep, so I went to bed relatively early, and relatively sober, where slumber soon found me waiting. Tymora holds out a coin, face up, and …

Agenar’s journal, page 224

Woke next to Val today, on a lumpy straw mat in the room above Yeoman’s Apple. Seems the barkeep made the standard assumption that a man and woman who spend all day drinking together and fall asleep in each other’s arms require only a single pallet upon passing out. “Well, isn’t this embarrassing,” I kicked …

Tilia’s Field Notes: Standing Stone Tunnels

Observations on the way to the standing stones, along the main road: Usual songbirds and “small woodland creatures” including squirrels, chipmunks, and a cottontail rabbit Seemed like there was something moving on the mountains above us, but never got a good view, much like the elusive creature in the forest Observations in the dwarven tunnels …

Letter to Caedmon, 13th Day of Mielikki

Dearest Caedmon, I’m not sure when this letter will reach you but I’ve always found writing calming—and how I long to tell you all our party has been through since we left the Glade, especially the last twenty-four hours! Apart from an encounter with some marsh bandits (of which I hope to tell you someday), …

Tilia’s Field Notes: Mine Quest Day 3

Observations outside the mine: Scavengers present when we arrived — including “buzzards” (vultures), some small animals, and a larger animal, likely a canid such as a wolf or coyote — consuming the remains of a dwarf and a human. Could not confidently identify animal species due to our distance from them when they scattered. Unknown …

Agenar’s Journal, page 220

“What in the Dragon’s name is that?” “This will help.” Val, who just shook me awake, holds out her flask. I take it and drink deeply; the ale soothes my throat. Returning the flask, I ask again, “What is that?” I am slumped across an empty barrel that smells like the ale I just drank, …

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