Warwick’s journal Part 2: Of Dragons and Deathswood

~ We set out today to find the friend of the hermit we encountered. The hermit has agreed to come with us as we make our way to a hallow in the woods where he last saw his friend.

~The hallow we've found is near the a road that leads to a foul town called Deathswood. The town we are told is a popular place for adventurers to lay siege for profit and renown as the town itself is overrun with undead and riches. Given Deathswood’s reputation it is not uncommon to find necromancers practicing their art on the freshly fallen and well decayed denizens of the town and surrounding woods. Regardless of how unsavory a idea it may be it is very possible that our friend's confidant is already dead.

~It appears that the friend our hermit seeks has found himself victim to kidnapping by the very necromancers who we now believe have been snatching villagers from the town of Ravensbrook. We are currently staking out their operation. We’ll make our move at nightfall.

~Although it cost us the element of surprise, I find myself snickering at the antics of our incompetent Rouge. We had before us two buildings one we knew to hold the missing villagers, in the other? One would assume the necromancers to be in it. However in goes our wayward Rouge. He pokes his head in the door only to find a small platoon of skeletons there to attack us - in short we found ourselves forced to run away.

~After freeing the Villagers and killing the necromancers  we, due to my suggestion, decide to burn the temple to destroy it. The others are happy to have competed our task however as it burned. That oddly familiar smell - from a distant memory - we hadn't removed the necromancers body’s it was the smell of burning flesh. It made me uncomfortable.

~The other’s  have commented about my incisive habit of smoking un-used spell scrolls. They aren't actually spells I just told that to Grift when he was beginning to pry in my business, but I like the idea of it and have written fake spells on my rolling papers just to fool the others , except the changeling who is an accomplished warlock whom by now has surely noticed that the spells are fake, but she seams to be letting me have my fun.

~ I had gone to collect our reward while the others rested at the tavern, when presented with the four gems as promised. I decided to sell them and managed to trick the Trader into paying triple what they may have actually been worth I was simply glad to be rid of them. I gave the others their share of the original price, but kept the extra Gold  for myself as a reward for my cunning.

~ After asking around the city we hear of some odd happenings at an abandon fort a few towns over It will be several days riding by horse, but the group is confident it will pay off in gold. We are heading off to go there today I may not write for some time as I am uneasy as to what may happen on this new venture.

~In all my days I hoped not to encounter a dragon*. But good news Grift, our Rouge, has lost his money and all the money he will ever own to this creature. It serves him right he shouldn't have told him he had so much platinum. Further more he should not have attempted to match wits with the beast. Now he is in debt to that creature till his sad inevitable death. He was always wasting his money, paying a man a hundred gold to try on a belt that he thought was cursed, paying another to read a scroll out loud for two hundred gold  to see what it would do even though the simple peasant obviously couldn't cast the spell, or two day’s ago when he bought a bag of flour for three times what the miller made  in a month. No he deserves to have such a heavy debt weighing over him, the fool.

~ After much discussion with the others we have decided to go back to Ravensbrook without Grift. Grift had his misgivings at first, but soon agreed it was for the best.

~Well it is done. We thew the burlap sack containing Grift's unconscious body though the front door of the Dragons fort and ran like a kobold with a chicken in it's teeth. I must say all in all it's been a fun day.

* Authors note.

I'd just like to say that our characters were very low level at this point no higher than level three or four. Also the many elements of the story so far have come from the return to the temple of elemental evil campaign some of us were in several years ago.

Warwick’s journal is lovingly inspired by and re-imagined using actual events occurring in several table top rpg’s that are taking or have taken place by the Eclectically Geekly staff. Fictional names have been changed to more fictional names to protect the fictional people portrayed in this work of fiction based on real table top role play sessions.