Daily #80
Written account: CeCe
I met an alchemist, Sparrow, who is part of our caravan. She promised that she would help me find out who I was and if there was magic involved. Her manager also seems keen to help. We met a odd dwarf, named Crumbleknuckle who told us about the ruined city of Bon Landur. He stated that if we kept to the road, we wouldn’t miss it. As we all traveled the group seemed to begin to become friends with each other. I even gave Sparrow a spider in a jar! I keep have weird dreams, and I suspect the others are too. Once we approached the great ruined city, we set up camp and dug a protective berm.
Daily report #79
Written account: Dave the Scout
As the caravan left the goblins behind, the new heroes, CeCe, Buxy, King Golly, and I drank to a successful day. King Golly drank 17 pints of ale and promptly passed out while the three of us enjoyed the evening. Busy and CeCe were seen talking to Subtle, Anin and Mav (some of the caravan’s managers. Ultimately I was asked to follow the two of them to scout for goblins. Challis was also sent with us. The four of us headed east for a day and night before going north. We seemed to find a spider’s nest but decided to not engage.
Daily report #78
Written account: Dave the Scout
I was two days ahead, as I was the first to clear the ruined city and tasked with scouting the ancient road ahead of the caravan’s arrival. I quickly ran out of supplies, due to this desert of a cave system. As I neared the caravan, I spotted goblins hunched over what looked like a cave squid. After reporting to Ms.BB and Mav, three cheery faces volunteered themselves as battle hardened soldiers. I found this odd as each one seemed a bit off: one confused with all matters of self and surroundings, the next one was too eager to leave his guard post, and the last was a kitchen lacky. They did prove to be great fighters. Buxy tackled and punched a goblin so hard his face melted. The ranger, Ce Ce, excelled in her bow skills; also landing a dagger right between the poor goblin’s eyes. Lastly, King Golly, stabbed a goblin in the back; then promptly cut a smiley face into its flesh. Brutal. I wonder if the caravan has lost some morality during this dangerous journey. We returned to camp as heroes and were rewarded with a day of rest. We hopped on a wagon and grabbed an ale.
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