From the Journal of Zarn
22-23 Hightale, 987
As always, I will write my ruminations in Elvish. Apparently, languages are not this group’s forte, so if asked, I will just state that this is part of some wizardly rite. One of the many advantages of being an arcane scholar is the veil of mystery that surrounds the occupation. I’m sure I could pretty much do anything and declare it a Wizard Thing, and other people will just nod their head sagely and accept it, because that is just What Wizards Do. I suppose the only person that would be able to call bunk on that would be Griffo, but unfortunately, he is no longer in a position to point anything out.
It has been a rapid couple of days. Upon arriving back in Silvermont, we proceeded to bury our fallen comrade, but unfortunately, things are still in motion and we had only a brief time to grieve. Or in my case, spend a few minutes bemoaning the lack of healing potions and a silent prayer of thanks that it wasn’t me.
Mort and Abderus at this time decided to depart the group, which left just Perion and me as the final members. I, however, am not fond of death, so I have enlisted the aid of a fellow named Bedros, who has been dealing with a kobold infestation of his own.
How I hate kobolds. I hate them with a passion greater than any I have ever known. This immediately endeared the warrior to me, sharing a common struggle against those hated beasts. I also hired a somewhat shifty fellow named “Tac,” though I feel this was somewhat decided in advance by the elders of Silvermont.
On a personal note, this group needs a new name. I have proposed something involving kobolds and the acts we perform upon them, mainly separating their spirits from their meaty bodies. Kobold Killers Klub? It would be easily shortened…but I do not feel that having a grammatical error would be proper. Kobold Killers Club does not have the same feel. I must ruminate on this further, as a proper name could strike fear in those lizard beasts.
Despite this, we decided that confronting a red dragon at this point was a suicidal move, so we chose to investigate the good Baron that we found in the correspondence that was so nicely left behind for us to find. This would require us to go through a mountain pass, which all of us figured we would be ambushed on. We’re sort of indirectly escorting a caravan, which is further behind us.
We did indeed get ambushed, by what I can only guess is half of the orcs on the mountain. I will keep details short, though it is obvious I survived. The casualties of this was Bedros, Perion (though both survived despite major injury), myself (I got blood on my robe again), and a horse that I unfortunately lit on fire to deal with the invaders. Fatalities consist of several orcs of varying heights, weights, and dispositions from surly to frenzied. We also found some sort of spellcaster, and we are waiting for the caravan to catch up to us right now, while we lick our wounds.
I would also like to state at this time that Tac proved himself invaluable. While my magic was sufficient to keep myself alive as well as inflict a large amount of collateral damage, the human did manage to kill quite a few himself. I shall keep an eye on him.
That is all for now.
Zarn, Killer of Kobolds, Cheater of Death, Leader of the Former Storm Legion