Session Four - Map Quest
Pharast 11 -
The blessings of Iomedae continued as she lead us to the lost temple of Erastil. I am uncertain of the relationship they share, but it would seem that glory to one is appreciated by both. At least that is my hope, as I pray to Iomedae this day, asking you to press upon Erastil that we acted nobly and justly in our actions at the temple. I fear that Jhod Khavken will never win the respect of his god, with us having taken from him his sacred duty.
And if you do hear my prayers, Iomedae, please speak to Erastil about the taste for Feng the bears of this wood have developed. They seem incapable of not devouring him on sight. I am unfamiliar with the taste of orc but it would seem that bears of all size and demeanor have a craving for it.
Pharast 12 -
Despite bitter wind and cold, my heart is warmed from our discoveries today. First, the routed bandit camp that we purged in our early days here remains thusly cleansed. The bandits have not returned to their wicked lodge and our actions are not in vain. And secondly, our meeting with Jhod this late evening has proving our actions just and honorable. He once again speaks with his god, Erastil. Thanks to Iomedae that our deeds are seen for what they truly are. I am confident that our path is well watched by those above.
Pharast 13 -
Today was one of little action, a respite from the driving pace we’ve been setting of late. We escorted Jhod to his newly cleansed temple to begin his spiritual teachings.
Pharast 14 -
Through the land that we traveled today ran the Skunk River, a more foul and rancid place I’ve never been. Char, however, was enraptured by some frogs of equine stature residing in a pool at the source of the river waters. The man has odd ideas, but noble intentions, I believe.
Pharast 15 -
The blazing of the wilds continues. Today the respite from action continued. It was a restful day with not but the sight of wild elk to entertain our minds. Meditation comes easy this early evening in the Greenbelt.
Pharast 16 -
While a calm from action is appreciated, my sword arm grows numb with disuse. Where lies the rank scum of the wilds that so plagued us on our outset.
Pharast 17 -
Even a cairn of stones provided no variety to this day. Arkady stumbled upon such, today, within was found the body of a great warrior. Iomedae, in your name, I bequest they leave the leave the body untouched. It was once again buried and prayers said to protect the spirit. See him well, wherever he may be.
Pharast 18 -
Iomedae, I am not one to refuse a blessing, but you are a goddess of war and valor. This respite is truly testing my serenity.
Pharast 19 -
The rain and cold has finally driven us off the plains and we returned this evening to Oleg’s. After a night with hot food and a warm bed, we will face the wilds once again.
Pharast 20 -
The snowfall has begun. I cannot feel my bones for the cold. I need a break from this pacifism to warm my blood. Iomedae, see fit to rise a challenge before me.
Pharast 21 -
We found today the foul smelling, mud covered Bokken. He is a vengeful old man with an insatiable hatred toward his own brother. I cannot conceive of this kind of hatred. Familial blood is sacred and should be spared even in the darkest of days.
My father, Iomedae soothe his tortured soul, was corrupted by the temptation of Cheliax but even still I maintained no hatred for him, only sorrow. When he was torn asunder by those who rose against the demon oppression, I cried for his transgressions. Some say our blood is tainted by his actions, and I’ve felt a fever that may suggest those rumors true, but it is still our blood, the blood of my father and his before him. My lineage is strong and will survive any infection that a single generation can bleed into it.
Most important is this, our brothers are just that, blood and flesh of our family, and above all, a part of us. We are nothing without our family and to cast them off and treat them as dead while they still breathe is a travesty and a tragedy. I will not seek vengeance for this man, Bokken, rather, I will strive to find resolution if we find his brother at all in these damned lands.
Pharast 22 -
The snow deepens as my tolerance for this endless march melts.
Pharast 23 -
Challenging is not a word I would use for our exploration today. We found the lair of some mischievous creature that Feng called a trap door spider. It’s lair is a deep pit with an intricate concealed door atop it. Creativity aside, we spotted it easily and defeated it thusly, but not before a man fell victim to its trickery. We retrieved the body of the fallen man, only to learn that he was once a follower of The Stag Lord. Torn between honor and spite, we returned the body to the hollow and wish his spirit well in the afterworld.
Pharast 24 -
The snow plagues us yet again. We found a foreboding tree that upon sight would have looked like the tree of the estranged brother of the hermit Bokken. Alas, it was no such thing, simply a grotesque tree. Buried amidst the roots, however, was a cache of arcana. Nevertheless, this was once again, a day of mind-numbing exploration. The Sword Lords of Restov proclaim this to be a wild and untamed land, but I’ve seen nothing but peace and barren space for going on two weeks. I can only surmise that we’ve developed a reputation that washes ahead of us like the dawn before the day. Maybe the foul beasts that once laid claim to this territory can see Iomdae’s light glinting off our steel as we approach and know better than to stand against us. Our way forward is protected, but it lacks the challenges I expected.