2 Mirtul, 1369
Hour: Vigils
Father is dead. Slain by some armoured warrior who wanted me. He fell protecting me to the last, and now I am alone.
I can barely even collect my thoughts on those events, the explosions, the carnage, and the searing agony from the arrows piercing my body. Father said to travel to the Friendly Arm Inn, but right now all I can think of, in the harsh light of the new dawn, is to find my way back to his side, to bury him, if nothing else.
Hour: Matins
Imoen is here, she followed after us and now we are both trapped outside the comparative safety of Candlekeep. At least if we are doomed, we are doomed together, though now, travelling through the woods as we are, that may be sooner rather than later.
Hour: Sexts
My father has been buried. His letter reveals only more questions, all I have left to remember him is his belt, slung around my own waist.
I have no more words on this.
Hour: Nones
Found a suicidal poet or something, said he'd jump if I came any closer, and not to try to stop him.
Apparently I'm that good, because no sooner than I opened my mouth he decided life was joyous and left.
That a human like this can persist when my Father lays yet warm in the ground is galling, to say the least.
Hour: Nones - cont.
Encountered a dangerous psychotic and his equally murderous companion, haunting the roads. No sooner had we warily accepted their company than the mage said something about taking my eyes!
Needless to say we swiftly broke ranks with them and let fly with our bows, the mage fell in a single blow and the halfling fell with a battlecry half at his lips, just before he reached us. The world is a better place without these elf murdering scum I'm sure. Even Ims, usually so soft-hearted, didn't bat an eyelash at what needed to be done.
Searching their corpses supplied Imoen with a suit of studded leather, and myself with two new spells. I tried getting Imoen interested in magic as I scribed them, but I can't tell if it's sinking in at all, you'd think with all the spellbooks she's stolen from me in the past she'd be a natural archmage by now.
Hour: Vespers
After an encounter with a wolf on the roads left Imoen heavily wounded, we met what was either an Elminster impersonator or the man himself. I don't quite know why anyone but him would indulge in a bright red pointy hat, but I don't know why the real Elminster would take time out of his busy day handling matters of literally cosmic importance to tat around the hind end of the Sword Coast either. Perhaps there's another convention down in Candlekeep? He seemed to be headed that way.
Surprisingly, I find that I already rather miss it.
Candlekeep, that is, not the Elminster conventions.
Hour: Vespers - cont.
Another wolf, and then a Dire Wolf. Imoen managed to take down the first with a wand she was carrying whilst I distracted it in melee, whilst I managed to let loose a sleep spell on the dire wolf, allowing me to slit its throat while it slept.
Goddess help us if we ever encounter a pack of them out here. We can't get to the inn quick enough.
On top of all that, it's started to rain, I can already feel myself shivering. Not to mention Aleph's digging his claws through my pack, as though the damp were somehow my fault.
Hour: Complines
I write this in the "safety" of the Friendly Arms. They did nothing to prevent another assassin from making an attempt on my life as we arrived in plain daylight. Thankfully Imoen had lagged a little behind ("tired" despite insisting I carry the lion's share of any loot we discovered from the Hobgoblins that insisted upon waylaying us), so he struck me instead of her with his spell, she surely would have died.
I know that I very nearly did, and the fear spell that struck me moments after left me helplessly running around the corner which, as it turns out, was the best possible result, Ims put an arrow in his back as he chased after me to land the killing blow, and now I have two more spells in my growing collection and a bounty notice for myself. 200 measly gold? I've acquired that in the two scant days since my journey began. We'll have to see about increasing it.
I see two likely individuals who may be the two I seek, but it will have to wait until after we've slept and treated our wounds.
