30 Kythorn, 1369
Hour: Vespers
Well here we are in Cloakwood, moderately further from civilisation than is usual even for us. As soon as we arrived, we yet again ran across crazy druid cultists, harassing a nobleman on a hunting sabbatical in the area. Unfortunately he offered us payment to negotiate with the Druids on his behalf, and I have poor impulse control so I accepted.
Naturally, when we suggested "working things out" rather than "murdering the noble," they attacked like rabid wolves. Fortunately we were ready for their peculiar brand of crazy, I'd trapped the area beforehand just in case talks went sour and my counterpoints were barded
I shudder to think we might have been travelling with one of these lunatics in our midst all this time had things gone just a little differently.
The nobleman was delighted at his rescue, and offered us use of his demesne for the night (well, "left it unlocked") as he left the forest, so we're taking a night to recover from our trip and count our well deserved earnings.
1 Flamerule, 1369
Hour: Matins
Another nightmare, and the noble's pillows are well and truly ruined ( though not as badly as the bed that Kagain slept in. Really must remember to visit a temple). My nose as well this time.
I woke up before anyone else, so I threw the bloody things into the hearth and wiped my eyes clear before anyone saw me.
They don't need to know about this.
Hour: Lauds
Day two in Cloakwood.
We've met up with an elven archer called Coran yesterday. He's told us he's hunting wyverns in the area for the mayor of Beregost at two thousand a head. This sounds like just the thing we need to soothe things over there, so once he swore he wasn't a druid, affiliated with Druids, or the pet of a small child, he was accepted into the group.
Hour: Sexts
These woods are infested by giant skittering monstrous spiders and their webs, almost invisible, hang across pathways ready to ensnare in preparation for a grisly feast.
In short, pretty creepy. Thankfully with three archers in the group now we're fairly solid at taking them down before they get into elf-munch range, and all three of us, Coran, Imoen and myself, have taken point, cutting down the webs before they can cause problems.
Hour: Nones
Well, we've just met the fattest, ugliest creature I've ever seen, apart from Kagain, and covered in spiders to boot (her, not Kagain).
Thankfully she was no more immune to flames than her creepy gross disgusting companions, so the world is just a little prettier, net, now we're done.
As if in retort, no sooner had we struck down the self-proclaimed spider queen, the skies opened and a torrential downpour struck. The rain has so far done a terrific job of driving off the spiders, and it makes seeing their webs easier, so hopefully we'll be able to make a bit more headway now.