Nadaar Kurbis* writes in his journal and often to his father.*
Letter to Job:
Father the journey is indeed perilous.
I am currently writing you from the Stonehill Inn. While somewhat sore I am mostly unhurt. Which in itself is enough for even the most staunch Atheist to reconsider their stance on the subject of religion.
Shortly after we turned on the Triboar Trail we discovered the horses of both Lord Rockseeker and his riding companion Sildar. They had set out before us and we were to meet them in Phandelver. Fearing the worst we inspected the dead horses only to be set upon by a band or goblins! They were using the corpses of the animals as bait to attack travelers. We dispatched them as quickly as possible, Wren displaying some exceptional ability in her arcane arts and taking a few nasty injuries in the process. I could not help but be inspired by such a tiny person showing such bravery. I used my divine powers to heal her, yes yes I know you told me not to waste such a gift, but she had earned the right to be free of pain for the rest of this day.
We collected the goblins, destroyed their bodies and searched the area for any clues we might be able to gather from the area. I believe it was Rollen…or perhaps Wren who noticed the tracks leading to a hidden path in the forest. It was quickly decided we must follow and attempt to rescue our comrades from whatever fate awaited them.
Father I have considered myself comfortable in the forest, but took a serious injury via one of the many traps out enemy had left in wait for us. This accompanied with the anger of knowing our friends had been attacked was sending me into a rage. Thankfully the others kept cooler heads and we made our way to a goblin lair hidden in a cave.
Once there Rollen used his skills in Stealth to dispatch one of the lookouts. The other had surrendered but, (I am ashamed to say) was beaten and killed after interrogation by my own hand. Knowing that friends had been harmed by this gang of creatures clouded my judgement. Some of the party felt this was without issue, others felt I had murdered an defenseless creature. All I can reconcile about the event is this. If the creature had the chance, he would have killed us all, such things can not be allowed to exist. The goblin did give us some information. He mentioned a Castle by the name of Cragmaw, and two villians a King Groll of Cragmaw and someone/thing called the Black Spider.
We made our way into the goblin lair and with some arcane abilities Ferron managed to knock out their watch dogs. The tiefling is quite fond of animals of all kinds so we agreed to bind them and be on about our way. Rollen managed to work up a waste disposal …hole and found our true enemy Klarg, turns out he was in fact a bugbear.
Shortly there after we came upon a higher ranking Goblin named Yemick. He was prepared for us and had Lord Sildar with a knife to his throat. Despite every fiber of my being urging me to strike him down, we managed to parlay with the creature and rescue Sildar. Yemick retreated and has yet to be seen again.
Lord Sildar had no recollection of where Grunden had been taken, but he agreed we must put an end to Klarg’s terror. I handed Sildar my walking stick and we made out way through the cave.
Several minor engagements took place as we traversed the cave. Rollen and Dregan displaying great skill in the art of stealth dispatching guards as we worked our way through the cavern.
In short order we made out way to a great hall…perhaps a cistern system the goblins had created. Dregan was most unimpressed and warned that such a contraption was quite dangerous.
We used illusions and dancing lights to lure out the goblins that accompanied Klarg and his great houndbeast “Precious”, cutting them down in short order.
The ruckus caused Klarg and his beast to attack just as the second goblin fell. While I am skilled in combat I have never faced such a beast. Both I and Silar were incapacitated in short order, luckly we tied up the monster enough to allow my comrades to dispatch the creatures and mend both my and Silar’s wounds. We searched the villans lair of both reward and further clues. We found some minor rewards but nothing more than we had pulled out of the goblin guard from earlier.
Determined to recoup some losses both in honor and coin we took what appeared to be stolen goods back to the wagon on the trail and made our way to Phandelver.
Sildar has been very gracious and rented out pretty much the entire inn for our party. A cold quart of ale and warm meal will mend the last of my wounds and I believe Dregan will try and entertain tonight. This town could surely use it. The weight of the air is strange here. Its oppressive and the people never seem to hold their heads high. I have the feeling finding our friend Rockseeker will be just the tip of the iceburg when it comes to challenges we are about to face.
“Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination.”