(From the journal of Zgard ad-Din, a lieutenant of cavalry in Hamza’s Heretics)
This mission has placed Sharif and me in strange company on a mysterious quest to rid the village of Hom of a curse placed by a gypsy witch (I spit in her mother’s milk). We were given a map of the Great Old Wood by the wizard Delon and told to make for the druids on the east side of the Wilde River to enlist their aid.
We accompany members of the Black Swan Company in the employ of Therion the Thaumaturge: Starla, a ranger; Milton, a half-elven illusionist-fighter; and Garshak, a half-orc fighter-assasisn. We have been joined by Dandaly, a cleric; Tristian, a half-elf thief-magic user; and Norion, a paladin who is possessed of considerable horsemanship matched only by his sense of honor. We are a mighty force indeed!
Day 1: We were ambushed by three gnolls in the night. We slaughtered them.
Day 2: Our party discovered a small, peaceful lake in the woods — too peaceful, it turned out. The whole place had been put to an enchanted sleep, including a young woodsman in a pavilion by the lake. The fix was simple enough — a water nymph made herself manifest to us and charmed Tristian into pouring a magic elixr into the lake, breaking the spell. It is fortunate for us that her intent for him was as benign as it was. Tristian prattled about her beauty all the next day.
Day 3: Ambushed by brigands. We slaughtered them, then doubled back with a prisoner to guide us to their camp. This we harried mercilessly; Norion, Milton and I charged the camp accompanied by phantasmal horsemen conjured by our illusionist while the rest of the party struck the camp from behind. Casualties: Garshak paralyzed by a trapped chest in the camp, Tristian mauled by a goat.
Day 4: We ate mutton and set out for for the druids’ abode. We spent the afternoon listening for rumors in the the Wildwood Inn, a resting place in the forest just off the Old Wilderness Road. We camped by Quiet Lake. The paladin and I awoke to find our horses, wagon, and possessions stolen! We have been robbed by were rats. The filthy creatures had missed Garshak’s magic sword, and he made great use of it slaying one and grievously injuring another. Tristian charmed her, but botched the interrogation breaking the charm. She turned into a giant rat and fled our bonds just as dawn was breaking. We shall pursue them to their lair and slay them all!
