Entry 1. – Outside the Ruins of Garandor
We gathered a short distance away from what remain of Garandor’s gates. As the rubble settled, other small groups also began to congregate in the area. Luckily, we had most of our gear on our person, and being well equipped, fell in with a couple other travelers who were also able to escape the city’s fall in a similar state. Sheangas the cleric and a paladin named Callard asked if they could journey with us. Seeing as how the countryside would soon be filled with bands of dwarven survivors, stragglers and freed slaves most of whom I assume will be desperate for supplies, the more swords at our side, the better.
After an hour, Aranmiel returned with some horses that escaped the collapse. He’d managed to calm and wrangle enough of them to provide some transport back to Carnly. I recommended that we depart at once. Though I salivate at the thought of the riches and magics’ that now lie buried under the stones of Garandor, the risks of staying are just too great at this time.
We had been on the road home for just a short time when we saw a pack of wild dogs off the road side. They had cornered a small group of slaves against an embankment and were seconds away from making them a meal. Their first in awhile judging from the dog’s ribs. We were able to make quick work of them, not before a couple men fell to their claws though. After the fight, Sheangas tended their wounds and we struck their chains. They asked the way to the closest town, that being Carnly, we pointed the way, advised them to stay to the road, and resumed our journey.
A few days travel later, were attacked during the night by swarm of giant mosquito’s. Their attacks hit some of us rather hard, draining our vitality along with our blood. Fortunately, they were weak and we were able to dispatch them quickly. After a day or 2 of rest we will be ourselves again, hopefully we will get that rest.
The next night, our sleep was interrupted when 2 swarms of beetles descended upon our camp. These were somewhat tougher, but between a web and my elementals I was able to keep one of the swarms penned down while the rest of the group dealt with the others. The remaining beetle didn’t last long after that.
The rest of our journey would have been uneventful had it not been for the unwanted attention of an ogre beetle. It first attacked us during the day as we traveled, it was a slow beast, however, and we were able to quickly outpace it. Not being one to give up so easily, we were awakened at night by the sounds of it clomping down the road towards us. We quickly broke camp and got to the horses as fast as possible. Sheangas and I were a little slower than the beetle though. It killed Sheangas’s horse with a bite and turned towards him. I attempted to slow it down with the use of a grease casting but was unsuccessful. Sheangas was fleet of foot enough to outpace it and so made his escape. While being upset at the loss of his equipment, at least he escaped with his life, and I’m sure that we can loan him enough to get back on his feet.
We arrived back in Carnly and found ourselves in the midst of a celebration. It seems that during our absence, the Shining Swords had completed the rescue of Sara VonBotten! According the stories, they were able to sneak in to the ogre’s lair and slip out with her, undetected. Good for them! It does seem a bit too easy though. Some of us still harbor suspicions, while others have set off to attempt to share in their good fortune. I meanwhile have business.
First, I went straight away to Keryn Allion to report the events at Garnador. She was understandably shocked and saddened by the events, probably due to her loss of a major trading partner. She asked me to keep the news quiet until she could inform some of the other noble houses and formulate a plan. She was interested in hearing of another possible camp nearby and indicated that she’d appreciate us looking into it, however, with the likelihood of it also being a trap, she didn’t want us to march to our doom, therefore it was left up to us. Next, I stopped at the Waite estate, and after the usual donative to the family coffers, attempted to discover any more information relevant to Aranmiel’s … affliction. Without much success I’m afraid.
The next day I set myself busy to the scribing of scrolls. I spent the entire day shut in my room, with the intention of staying put until I had a suitable arsenal. It seems that I wasn’t the only one who had a full day. Azeroth and Sheangas having been locked up for fighting in public and Callard and Varel discovering some new happenings in town. There was talk of a new thief, “The Rose”, so named for the roses left at the crime scene, plaguing the city. On another note, a merchant was also trying to round up caravan guards with the intention of reopening the trade route to Batton. Both interesting notions. We decided to first check out the other elven merc camp before choosing any further jobs.
The camp wasn’t difficult to locate. It was little more than a hunting lodge set on a small hill. Aranmial scouted it out and found no wards or traps. After determining that it was most likely unoccupied, He and most of the party went in. The cabin had been unused for several days and seemed harmless, until Callard went to search the back room. He opened the door and in so doing broke the binding circle set within. This released the large earth elemental that had been contained inside.
I became alerted to this when several of my companions came bolting out of the lodge, followed closely by an elemental that tore most of the wall away in its pursuit. Judging from the wounds I observed, it packed quite a punch. Being just one creature though we were able to surround it and with some grease to hinder it movements and a couple smaller earth elementals to take a few blows, we triumphed!
After taking some time to do a thorough search of the cabins remains and finding nothing, save a few weapons, we set out to return to Carnly and make our report. I must confess to being disheartened. Garandor lost, our leads dried up, and very little to show for our efforts. Perhaps the other prisoners have new information, or with more blades, this caravan to the North may be promising. Though we won our battles, the future is more cloudy and confusing than ever. It’s days such as this that make me wonder if I should have just been a court magician?