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.
I’m not sure why the fates continue to conspire against me. I’ve been relaxing here in Auvandell, enjoying the rewards of my successful adventures. Now the village bustles with the clanging of an enchanted bell and I find myself in the midst of chaos (and for once, not of my own making!). Word has reached mine ears that Galadaeros is fast approaching to assist the beautiful and gifted Sun Elf wizard Nymmestra in her defense of the normal tranquil hamlet. She emerged as if out of nowhere just moments ago, gleaming Silver Staff in hand, adorned in the glowing splendor of her Mage Armor.
This entry will be brief as though this is not the most opportune of times, I feel the need to try and find some semblance of sanity within my current situation. After delivery of the Tome Of Naming to our benefactor, my party was given the opportunity to triple our earnings. Considering the relative ease with which we were able to evade the green dragon, we immediately jumped at the chance without asking too many questions. Now I sit here catching my breath as we are about to enter into the inner sanctum of Lord Maximilian. We were able to traverse the outer courts of the Barony Below rather swiftly and avoid his incorporeal wraith minions for the most part. I’m not sure the next step of our quest is going to run so smoothly.
I’m not sure how I continually get myself into these predicaments but here I am again in an adventure and way over my head. My party and I have heard rumors of a powerful tome in the collection of Claugiyliamatar and are currently on our way to secure it for a mysterious benefactor. As we make our way deeper into the forest, I cannot help but feel that there are eyes upon us from every angle. Our plan is simple and direct, get in, get the book, and get out. I feel we will have to split the party in two if we have any chance of success as even the most hearty of warriors is said to tremble in fear if the green dragon has you in her sights. I only hope I’m one of the lucky ones who does not have to meet her head on as I’ve heard many a stories about wayward individuals falling victim to her Poison Breath and the subsequent debilitating effects of Toxic Affliction. I’ve continually heard of the scorn she has for all of those she deems beneath her and the Derision she heaps upon them can exhaust even those with strong fortitudes.