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4 Kuthona 4709
Old dwarven monastery

As we struck camp this morning, I could not help but notice that our paladin was making a walking stick or staff— out of evil undead treant. I cannot fathom why a holy warrior would do this. As always, I will keep an eye on him.

We headed towards a river, and were delighted to find it frozen, as it had no bridge and would have taken hours, if not days, to ford it otherwise. I had Candal tie a rope around my waist and hold on, so I could find the safest path across without risk of losing a party member though thin ice. I was only partway across when I saw a large shadow pass over my head— standing as still as I could, I saw a blue wyvern turning to make another pass over my friends. It swooped and grabbed Rogar, but they held on to him and I managed to get a few arrows into the creature before it gave up and flew away.

I was able to get across the river without incident, and as the ice was quite thick where I crossed, I called to my friends to follow.

We kept heading north, eventually stopping to camp, and had an uneventful night.

Continuing north, we came to the crumbling entrance of what had once been a dwarven monastery. Two statues had stood on either side of it, and the statue that was more or less still intact had “All praise King Garbald” on a plaque beneath it.

The courtyard was in great decay, with walls and doors collapsed in rubble. I had just made out some faint tracks from what looked like an ettercap when we heard the sound of sliding tile from a rooftop….

Posted by Kristin on December 19, 2010, 14:02 | Griselda’s Journal