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Journal of Pure
As Regards: Restovian Exploration of the Area Denoted as 'The Stolen Lands'
I am
starting this in order to document our exploration per the remit of the
Swordlords of Restov. We are given a remit to explore and document within the
area known as the Greenbelt. Our group
is a motely band, consisting of a variety of outcasts and strange individuals,
but the strangest of course is myself. My unclean fiend tainted existence may
find use in bringing order to this distressed land.
Our
compatriots consist of..
Amalena, a ‘friend’
of mine of loose morals and ready magical talent.
Navan, a
summoner who can project a duplicate of himself. Ah, his talents in defeating
the fiendish leave me with hope that one day he can visit the appropriate
punishments on me for the crime of existing.
Zultant
Goblinbane – A supposed paladin of Abadar, he seems brave and ready.
Shara
Orlovsky – A strange hand to hand combatant, I believe from a noble family.
And
Talon -A
tengu warrior. He seems upright and just.
All in all,
our fellowship seems well adjusted, but my attempts to forge a formal compact
of our agreement has proved troublesome and we set out without a definitized
version.
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First of Pharast
Prior to our
initial arrival, I had found myself troubled by a vision.
In the
vision, I found myself standing in a thick forest at twilight. Shadows were
looming around me and then I found starving wolves emerging from the trees to
attack me, circling with hungry eyes. And then, a bear crashed through the
woodwork, and the wolves and it formed up in military fashion against me. Then
they looked towards the setting sun of the twilight and there was a massive
antler wearing deer, coated in blood. Then they attacked me and tore me apart.
Usually
dreams of my death are pleasant ones, this one however, was a vision, not a
dream.
None the
less, we arrived at our first port of call. An area referred to as Oleg’s
trading post. Oleg’s was a ramshackle wooden fort that had clearly seen better
days. On our arrival, Oleg believed we were a group of bandits, who had been
assaulting him and despoiling his storehouses. We explained ourselves, and our
remit and lied in wait to deal with the bandits who he believed would soon be
arriving.
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Second of
Pharast
We
dispatched the bandits.
An
interrogation of the one surviving bandit indicated that they were associated
with a ‘Keseler’ who ‘lived down by the river.’
The bandit
also revealed information about a nearby alchemist and some information about
the lay of the land. He however indicated repentance so as to avoid execution
and we let him go with his boots, to presumably head back north.
The bandit
also indicated that groups of bandits identified themselves with amulets
depicting a silver stag’s head. I informed the party of my vision, but inwardly
my guts were turning. Whatever power grants me my skill at healing obviously
has taken a notice.
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Third of Pharast
After a
discussion, we proceeded out eastward in search of the alchemist.
We
encountered what we believed to be the relief force sent from Restov, led by a ‘Keston
Garris.’ They were nervous about encountering our party, which makes me doubt
for their efficacy in defending Oleg’s encampment.
We also
encountered annoying creatures, later identified as grigs. Scandalously female
from the waist up and bug from the waist below. They tittered at us, attacked
us with thrown objects, and then escaped.
We
discovered him, a cantankerous sort of man named Bokkun. Apparently he was attempting to
remain neutral in the goings on between Oleg, the bandits and others, but was
unaware of anything else of note in the area.
He seems
less then sane. He does however have a taste for something referred to as a ‘fangberry’
and knows of a location of a patch of them. He promised a discount for a large
amount of them.
He did not
let us sleep in his hut.
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Fourth of
Pharast
We continued
our plan of a circular investigation of territory immediately surrounding Oleg’s.
On so doing, we encountered what was apparently a field of bones.
As this is
obviously suspicious, we began cautiously investigating when we were attacked
by an absolute monster of a trap door spider and its terrible young. The spider
was dispatched through force of arms, and the young dispatched through
judicious use of alchemist fire. Unfortunately, that was the last of our
alchemist fire.
We found
several human remains, believed to be bandits, and buried them. They had another
stag’s head amulet. This bandit group seems large.
Also
discovered because of the thoroughness of our tengu friend, was what appeared
to be a map depicting claw like tree,
with an enticing ‘x’ on it. Zultant believes it to be a treasure map.
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Fifth of
Pharast
The day was
spent burying bodies. It was trying work in the uneven dirt. Navan refused to
bury these bodies as he had buried the bodies of the bandits we slew back at
Oleg. I regret that duties prevented me from being able to watch him work.
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Sixth of
Pharast
We completed
examination of the area around the spider nest and found nothing else of value.
I am still concerned that the grigs may come and destroy us.
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Seventh of
Pharast
We entered
the forest. It was dark and unpleasant. In the night we heard the sound of
wolves. This was highly distressing to me.
I kept it to
myself.
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Eighth of
Pharast
We
discovered a large grove during our investigations. Apparently it was being
managed by kobold farmers. These kobolds assaulted us and we were left no
choice but to dispatch most of them. We did capture one, strip him naked and
interrogate him.
He indicated
his name was Glowball and he came from a large encampment to the south led by a
leader by the name of ‘Soot-scale.’ When we returned some of his radishes and
indicated a desire for peaceful interaction, he seemed receptive. I do not
trust him entirely however, and I advise we keep him locked up.
I plan on
trying to turn him over to Guard Leader Garris at the first opportunity as
traveling with a naked trussed up kobold sends the wrong messages to people.
Amalena particularly.
Tomorrow we
will continue our investigations..
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