10 Kythorn, 1369
Hour: Primes
I hate mines.
Hate skeletons.
Especially hate kobolds.
I hate tricksy lying clerics who live in mines with hordes of skeletons and kobolds as well. After we met the homely fellow responsible for the loss of 34 gold pieces worth of axes and moderate inconvenience, I very reasonably gave him the opportunity to surrender and pay me back the money for the axes - his response was to call up an ambush of said hordes, ungrateful cretin.
Fortunately a quick horror spell and the skeletons were entangled with the masses of screaming, terrified kobolds, which was fairly appropriate considering my next action was to throw a potion of fiery horrible death into the pile. The blazing warmth of the pyre and terrified screams of the annoying mini-gnolls almost made up for the generally terrible, dirty experience down there, poking through ore, slurry, and scrabbling around in the dust disabling their primitive traps.
Met a captive elven enchanter by the name of Xan down there. He seemed like a fun fellow, but we simply had no room for him to come with us (in his words "so many people in one place will likely draw a meteor down upon us" or something like that), so we bade him a fond farewell after spending the night with him down there, roasting breads and sweetmeats on the blaze (only half out of camaraderie, the fire had in fact blocked the exit).
I seem to recall there being a reward for murdering these kobolds, so back to Nashkel we go!
Maybe they'll reimburse me for my axes?
Hour: Sexts
900 Gold? "A small fortune by anyone's standards"?! I hate Amn, or Athkatla, or whatever this backwards little nation is called. We travel North to Beregost, and comparative civilisation, soon. For now we're heading back to Neera's cave of impossibly strong bow-goblins, since she's been pouty ever since she died the last time.
Joy.
11 Kythorn, 1369
Hour: Vigils
Had another nightmare in the night, though thankfully my Father wasn't featured. In my dream I turned away from killing the annoying cleric from the mines a second time.
More disturbingly perhaps, was waking up crying blood, with a new magical spell in my repertoire that no mage could cast.
What the hells is happening to me?
Hour: Nones
The entire goblin tribe, and the last of the red wizards after Neera have been dealt with, at least for now. Supreme magical superiority is nothing compared to a good Horror spell combined with supreme physical brutality.
The mage we were seeking in the cave (I want to say his name was Alphonso or something?) apparently has even less control over his spells than Neera does, so his attempts to suitably reward me for saving the indigenous Wild Mage population of the Sword Coast ended in teleportation-related disaster, leaving her with no answers and nobody to blame but me.
So yeah, she's angry with me. I'm not sure what I actually did wrong, or how everything I say to try and salve the situation gets turned into something bad (is this a kind of magic spell? I know Imoen's managed to cast it on occasion, maybe she does have talent after all?), but I'm keeping a low profile until it wears off.
Anyway, off to Beregost we go, according to a letter in the Kobold Lover's ex-personal effects a contact linking his shady mining gig to the recent bandit attacks was staying in an inn there, so we'll be paying him a visit now.