Oh! Well, hello again, journal. I suppose I’ve been a bit remiss in updating you on all the goings-on with me of late. We got into a monumental battle recently with those nasty goblins and some savage henchmen!
Fwip did some magicky-priestess thing that made their leader go crazy and start attacking them instead of us. It caused enough confusion that we were able to whittle them down without too much trouble. The threw some bombs at us, though, but they weren’t nearly as effective as mine. I showed them how real bombing is done!
Remington, Lok, Winnie, and Fwip did their parts on taking out the enemies, too. I’m afraid since I am so small I didn’t get to see much, but I’m sure they were spectacular!
We searched the hunting lodge after all the enemies were defeated. Inside, there was a small altar surrounded by the mutilated bodies of goblins and savage humans. Apparently, they were using their own people as ritual sacrifices? Ew. I hope they get hazard pay for that. The bookshelves were all burned and I didn’t find anything at all useful among them, except a book on cooking and burning things which I found a bit ironic. Remington, though, found a trap door in the floor and a cage full of puppies! Also, another creepy altar surrounded by dead puppy sacrifices. This place is filled with a bunch of sick people, I tell you.
Fwip came in dragging one of the savages still in some armor; it was emblazoned with a strange tree talisman. I have no idea at all what it means or what it belongs to. Down in the basement, Remington found a large bone in the back of the puppy cage, but he said it didn’t appear to be human or animal. An elven finger bone? That’s just gross.
Winnie came back and reported that some of the goblins escaped, but none of the savages. She brought guards from the city with her, so we left the cleanup and fate of the puppies with them. When we returned to town, we found a caravan consisting of armor-plated wagons hauled by armor-plated bison, orc guards along with a smarmy sort of gnomish merchant with a shop front with it. After talking to the Captain of the Guard, it was discovered that traveling with this caravan was the safest way to reach Salty, even though the chance of doing it successfully was still only fifty-fifty.
The Captain of the Guard then paid us in full for our contributions to The Maws. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much money in all my life! I could make tons of bombs with it, but I suppose I have to be a bit more practical. After Remington had a visit with the merchant, we all retired so we could set out for Salty in the morning.
We left early and traveled a fairly long way until we reached a lush forest. I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but it was obvious to me that it was fae-touched. No visible road or path led the way through it. The caravan’s sturdy bison trampled through the thinner trees with no trouble, but as they passed the trees grew back! Whoa.
As we traveled into midday, there were buzzing sounds like bees! I don’t have to tell you I don’t much care for bees, journal. Out of nowhere, instead of bees, there were all kinds of angry faeries! They wanted one of the party for a sacrifice, but we refused. What is it with people lately and having weird sacrificial rituals? It it some kind of fashion trend? Stab one sacrifice, get one miracle free? I don’t really know and the faeries didn’t leave us much time to dwell on it.
They were pretty tough for such tiny creatures, but we eventually swatted them down like the bugs they were. I think that was enough for everyone for one day, so we settled in to rest. I hope nothing out here tries to eat us while we’re sleeping. That would just be really rude.