After adventuring with the elves and having my inkling confirmed, we have set off on a noble quest to help prevent the Cult of the Dragon from accomplishing their nefarious plans. Even as we near the Howling Chasm, I can see the Aaqa Elite Squadron riding the currents with seemingly effortless ease. We are to meet with Aaroqua, the aarakocra leader, in hopes that he will lend his battle prowess and forces to our just cause. If we are to succeed in locating the three keys, their help as well as their ability to Summon Air Elementals will be a boon. Having a skilled aerial troop by our side who has mastered the V Formation will give me great ease as we continue upon the road fate has placed us.

It has become apparent that something troubling is afoot. While our past adventures could be viewed as random happenstance, it’s become clear that there are forces in play that have set us upon this path. We now find ourselves aligned with the elves and are tasked with distracting the enemy force before us so that the Harper Legion Elves can safely deliver and d important message to Nymmestra. The Harper Legion Elves are one of the finest combat troops I’ve ever seen. Limnen, the elf leader, seems to inspire them in such a way that it seems their fighting prowess is never diminished in the face of an enemy onslaught. Their Elven Accuracy with bows is astounding and something no enemy wants to face.

After escaping relatively unscathed from our encounter with Balagos, my compatriots and I happened upon some information about a cache of treasures Eshaedra is moving through the nearby hills. We’ve set off disguised as ordinary highwaymen in hopes of catching the Zhentarim Warband escort by surprise. Members of the Zhentarim Warband are rumored to be well trained in close combat maneuvers and this particular party is supposed to be supported by Amog, a shaman leader. Constantly in Prayer, his divine spells greatly enhance the battle prowess of the entire company so hopefully a critical shot will find a way to dispatch him early in the engagement. Granted, the size of the warband is going to have a direct impact on our chances of success so I hope their numbers are not greater than we anticipated.

What was supposed to be a fun training exercise has turning into a full scale battle. We were quite honored to be invited by the dwarves to this function but had we known this was the exact time Balagos had planned to enact his revenge, we’d likely have politely declined. Now we find ourselves desperately trying to figure out how to man a dwarven training ballista and are failing horribly at repelling the assaulting horde. Luckily, any hopes the evil red dragonhad were quickly shattered as he beheld Calamity, a sturdy, prototype dwarven ballista sitting firm behind a row of training siege weapons. Her operators move like a Well Oiled Machine and their Dwarven Precision seems to be able to find the weak points of their opponent with every shot.

After narrowly escaping the battle at Auvandell and having donated much of my resources to the rebuilding of that fine village, I have set out with a group across the Nether Mountains to replenish my dwindling reserves. Our travels were relatively uneventful until we ran across Jarl Horn, a particularly nasty frost giant. He charged forward in the blink of an eye, Frost Battle Axe in hand, Blackguard’s Mail heavy upon his shoulders. It became suddenly apparent that the previous avalanche of snow and rock was not a natural occurrence but due to monstrous waves from his Horn Of Blasting.