23 Sarenith, Starday

Peaceful nights rest last night. This morning while communing with Ling, I felt compelled to prepare spells that would help my fellow mob members. I tried to reason that burning hands would help keep them alive by getting rid of our enemies, but in the end I knew I needed to be able to heal the others.

After we were all ready, we enter the swamp again heading to where we believed the goblins to be. As we traveled I tried to maintain my attention to our surroundings in watch of possible danger. This was a boooooring job. Though it was boring I know it was necessary.The last thing we want is to be surprised but the swamp beast. I would be interested in seeing the beast but not interested in it seeing me.

After a while we got to what we believed to be the Goblins Village, but it look as though someone, or something beat us to it. There were humanoid skeleton foot prints leading out of the village and when we enter it was quiet. The pig pen was filled with burnt bodies, so we decided to cautiously explore.

The huts were raised about five feet from the ground and definitely had the look of Goblin craftsmanship. Sparna climbed the first latter he came to and opened the door. He mentioned goblins  and the next thing I know we are in battle. I go to the latter were Sparna was with my long spear to support him and Qatana goes to. We climb in and dispatch a few of the vermin while I take a take a few arrows to my back. This was a bit painful, but I stayed focus on the Goblins were I was, certain that the others would take my assailants down. As I thought, those goblins soon fell.

I then jumped down from the hut and joined the others as who had opened one of the other huts. I peered into the hut as the others fought. Knowing I could not get to the fray I decided to that those goblins could use a bit of Misfortune. I hex them one by one and each one I hexed certainly met misfortune with a dance of death. Just as quickly as I hexed them my companions dispatched them.

When we came to a barred door Someone suggested that one of us go below the hut and see if we could find an escape route for the goblins. I volunteered and swiftly went below to find a trap door but found just how shabby goblin huts are built. I was able to peer through the base boards of the hut and get an estimate on the number of goblins in the room. There were about a half dozen goblins with the King.

Soon after I gave the number the door was broken down and the fight commenced. Within moments a flash of light flared and I heard several goblins drop. I noticed that Sparna was hurt badly as I looked up through the boards. I put my had on his foot and healed him. It seemed that whatever was compelling me this morning was correct. The King soon followed is people to the grave.

Now all that was left was to loot the place and retrieve the ears. I was going to watch the gates but was soon called to help Identify some magical items. Kali and I seem to work well together on this. I like Kali so far. She has treated me well and we have talked a bit. Her knowledge of languages is impressive. There was an exquisite chest that held many of the items we found. I volunteered to carry the chest as we continued to investigate markings on a map we found on a beautiful fan.

We journeyed deeper into the swamp to investigate the closed mark. We soon came upon a boat a ways from the shore. It was surrounded by a fence and seem quite singed. I figured there would be nothing of interest to me in the ship so I stayed out and watched the surrounding. Ling stayed close by. I am impressed how he is able to stay unnoticed so much. It maybe that he just rarely leaves my side. After everyone was satisfied that nothing was there we chose to go investigate the outer most mark on the map since it would offer a safer place to camp.

The journey to the second location was much like the previous walks not much happened. There were a few times that Ling walked even closer than normal, which of course alerted me, but nothing happened.

As we got closer we discover skeletal tracks again and they lead to a cave. We all agreed that it would be better for us to rest for the night before we ventured in. So here we are camped.

24 Sarenith, Sunday

Again another peaceful nights rest. While communing with Ling this morning, I felt similar to yesterday going to more of a supportive approach. It felt right.

We soon came up to the cave and since Sparna could see in the dark he took the lead. We enter the cave a quickly found a passage that was filled with webbing. I heard this and decided to help draw them out to us so that we night have the advantage. I don’t recall if I made a sound but I do remember cutting myself to help them smell blood and draw them out.

They quickly came upon us. I don’t believe in the fray that anyone got poisoned or I am sure they would have told me. The battle again ended swiftly with our group victorious.

Some of the group proceeded to cross some brackish water while Qatana found an easier passage and appeared on the other side. I proceeded to follow though others were not to please with our choice. On my way through I noticed another tunnel branching off. Sparna and I decided to explore it. It again had another tunnel branching off that we went down and found what Sparna described as an island with large colorful crystal formations on it. I could not see a thing. I thought at some point we were talking about the water being a certain depth then he said poke it with my Spear. Naturally I thought he was talking about the water not that I knew exactly what i was poking at in this darkness. I think he forgot I count not see well. So I poked the water and something came out and attacked him we called out to our companions and Ivan showed up with a light so that I could see. By this time Sparna had been struck and got a nice acid burn. This was an amoeba like creature. It was quickly dispatched. This creature gave everyone cause to stay away from the brackish water.

Sparna, Ivan, and I left that area explored a little deeper in, where we found a small crevice. Sparna looked down the crevice which led to a room with dormant skeletons lying on the ground. We then joined the rest of our group and proceeded down the larger path. This lead to the opening with the skeletons.

We formed a line of defense and Olmas decided to try to remove the armor off of one of the Skeletons. This not surprisingly awoke all the other Skeletons which began to enclose around us. Some others left the line we formed and started taking a beating. Some of the skeletons rose up from the water slightly behind us. Many of our party, from what I could see, were on the verge of collapsing. I was read to assist them but there was no way to get to them. Luckily others were.  Olmas came over to Ivan and I looking really torn up and Ivan healed him. Then Olmas left Ivan and I to deal with 1 or 2 Skeletons on our own. This was interesting since Ivan and I were not really the best equipped to fight Skeletons. Some people have a strange way of showing gratitude, but then again he is part elf and I know how they can be. Fortunately the Skeletons were all dispatched and all of our mob were still standing. I would like to mention that I did not provoke this fight.

The next fight, however, I kind of did. We went into a small room where there was another chest and on the chest looked like an important Skeleton. The others were trying to determine how to approach it, but I was feeling a bit impatient. I wanted to be done in this cave, so I picked up a stone and through it at the bones. I missed. Qatana apparently liked my approach and succeeded where I failed. The Skeleton arose and said something to Olmas in a foreign language. Olmas, then issued a challenge back a it. This invigorated everyone as we attacked it. I spat out a curse at it and Sparna after taking a heavy blow from it, removed it’s weapon. It dropped soon there after. Kali and I did the usual identification of items in the chest and someone found a letter in the hilt of a sword.It was written in a foreign language. It was read and determined that Ameiko would need to see it.

It seems that so far our raids have been fruitful and will bring us much wealth. I don’t have any idea what to do with my portion. There is not much I feel I need or desire. Perhaps I could hire someone to locate my despicable father, so I could thank him for my wonderful childhood. Probably not worth it. He is probably already dead anyway, and how would I know it was truly him if I did find him. I will have to leave him to the Gods to deal with. Yet I am sure it is he who haunts my dreams. If by fortune the gods do have me run into him, I will deal with him.