We returned from the bandit camp to the outpost. It seems in our absence a man named
Kesten Garess along with reinforcements have secured the outpost. I wonder if this has anything to do with our actions to pacify the land? who gave the order? I wont complain for a more civilized place to stay after days of eating berries and sleeping on rocks, its just strange that they suddenly show up now.
There is also a man here with a flames spilling from his cloak. I instantly had a bad feeling about him, i was almost ready to put an arrow through his chest. But then it occurred to me that that Kesten has already interrogated him, so i started talking to him. It turns out he the spawn of demons and devils and that he struggles to fight his birthright. I think we can get along for now. But i should keep an eye on him none the less.
We found out what the circle of bones was. Apparently it is called a trap door spider. as large as a man, this creature has been killing travelers and bandits. Thanks to myself and the rest of the party we have slayed this creature so that it may no longer pose a lethal threat to others.
We adventured along the southeast portion of the Greenhaven. Along they way we met a potion maker who wanted to find some of those foul berries. He was very rude and inhospitable. But due to his assumed skills as a potion maker we can ill afford to ignore his request for those foul tasting berries we have been eating.
using a map we found in the pit at the circle of bones we found a small tree with some disturbed earth and uncovered a very old spell book with a wand that produces intense heat and fire.
as we traveled along the river we found a burnt out building. chard corpses lay unburied among the devastation. With intent to cross the river I sounded the bell and something unnatural approached. A bloated corpse approached from out of the river seeking revenge against the stag lord. It seems he will not aid us in crossing the river unless we become his vessels of vengeance. we left. After i return from killing the stag lord i will let the fallen here rest.
Moving along the edge of the river we discover a very large tree. at least 100 feet tall. one of the other members of the party discovered a hidden passage leading underneath the earth.
Under the damn tree we found a cave system inhabited by stupid creatures called Mites. There was a f***ing swarm of them.
While I and our new friend covered one side, we sent the others down the other way. This was our first mistake.
When myself and (Brian’s character) hurried down the westen side we didn’t take the time to watch, and be silent. That was our second mistake.
We were ambushed by a giant bug, nearly killing (Brian’s character). I was only able to kill it with luck.
Meanwhile the other when around the other way and found themselves in a bad fight with over a dozen Mites, and one riding a Tick the size of a pony. Their fight went as bad as mine and (Brian’s Character)
But after dealing with the huge bug, we finally came around for the flank, after that the fight was quick. And while we were all bloody we were still standing.
Wait what? this isn’t my handwriting… Ræf i think we need to have a talk about personal boundaries and peoples belongings. Also if your reading this, which you probably are, we also need to establish a rule. NEVER SPLIT UP THE PARTY.
What are you talking about? Everything worked out. Mistakes were made, yes, but one should never swear off something entirely. Maybe flanking maneuvers would work later. Maybe splitting the part would be unavoidable. Let’s just say that it happened, and we learned from it.
Oh this is your journal? Sorry, I just saw it laying there, in your pack and wasn’t sure. I would carry my own, but my pack is full of soap and clothing. If I gave you one to carry for me would you?