Journal Scribbles

A series of session recaps, written in journal format by the Heroes themselves.

## Intro (Enra)

I’ll admit I have been out of the habit of journaling, but
in my defense, I am used to having considerably more free time. Ours is a story
worth telling, though, so I’ll be doing my best to get it all down. Since
setting out from my hollow and stumbling back into society, I’ve joined up with
a ragtag group of ‘misadventurers.’ From the beginning there’s been myself, the
small druidic hermit (and really the only sane one); Mars, a sorcerer of
countless faces (and names); and Ivan, a hot-headed dwarven fighter with
surprisingly inventive tactics. Our numbers have fluctuated a little, others
joining us and then departing for their own quests, but our most recent
addition, Walnut (the “greatest bard”), seems likely to stick around, even though
we are leading ourselves into certain doom. We have recently dubbed ourselves
the “Heroes of Fellrock.” In retrospect, it’s probably best that there is no
one from the town left to contest the title. We do good, we just do it rather poorly
at times.

## 2/13/19: Parasites and Lycanthropes and Buffalo, oh my. (Enra)

Today began… poorly. Ivan, Walnut, and I spent the evening in
the woods outside of Nordrake, intending to protect Theryn, a townswoman who was
recently attacked and turned into a wereboar. She is unable to resume her human
form, even in the daylight, so she has taken to hiding in the forest. Townspeople
just love a good monster hunt though, and since she hasn’t exactly been the stealthiest,
she’s become a target. I’m not sure she really needed our protection anymore
though. During the night, a cave bear stumbled into our encampment and woke Theryn,
who quite literally crushed the thing, then attempted to crush us as well. In
the scuffle to save ourselves and bring her back to reality, Walnut took a tusk
to the shoulder, so he’s likely to go feral too if we don’t find a powerful
enough healer soon. Fortunately, finding a cure was already on the agenda, and Mars
(currently Fern) skipped out on all the fun to do research at the town’s
library.

We also touched base with Kezius last night, our contact in
the Under. He stopped by Under Fellrock for us as requested, and while it’s
good to know what we’re up against, ignorance is bliss. There is apparently an area
between the Under and Over that is literally teeming with creatures infected by
the parasite. They are all dormant, for now, but it complicates the plan
significantly. Instead of dealing with one infected dragon, we’ve now also got
this horde, so what seemed daunting at first now seems nearly impossible. Silva
willing we’ll have to make it work though, or I’m afraid none of us will likely
be here much longer.

As soon as we met back up with Mars, we set out for Alvarose
in search of someone with enough restoration power to fix our friends. Two
hours and one infected buffalo-minotaur (buffotaur?) after setting out, Tydrom
managed to contact us through our sending stone. After discussing the parasite
situation with him, we turned back to Nordrake, in the interest of being closer
to Fellrock and to prove to Brilledile, Nordrake’s captain, that we are not trying
to infiltrate her town. Tydrom is sending Vance to help with our lycanthropy
issues and, in the meantime, will be pleading our case to the rest of the Big
Four in the hope that we can make our small army a little larger. I’ll be
reaching out to Alvaerelle in the interim, but otherwise we’re just playing the
waiting game.