Journal of Teranu Plainstrider
The Day of Mourning
Even at dock in Krona Peak, the Spirit of Stormholm is beautiful, and guarding it with Horn & Claw has been rewarding. All I do is look menacing with my hammer and people just walk away, thinking I am the monster that people make minotaurs out to be.
I am thankful for the opportunity to travel the world as I have, even during this hellish war. Going to Cyre and evacuating people from war-torn towns and cities, it feels like we’re doing good in the world, saving lives. I am glad I’m up here and not in the thick of it. Glad no-one wants to mess with Droaam, as chaotic as everything is.
Seargent Grainger Clodeck, came up to Terios and I and told us we’re movin’ out, to get to our stations. The captain, Captain Allara Del’orien, was already at the head, preparing the ship. I felt the heat of the elemental even as I boarded. We only took on a few passengers, but they exuded power. First there was the deva, Ithiria. She was this purple angel-like creature who wore her battle-gear proudly. Then came Rhogar Scalebane, a dragonborn warden. He was a guardian of the wood, and certainly dressed that way, in all leather and hides. Then the gnome, Pog. He was the oldest gnome I’ve ever seen, and probably could speak a dozen languages and used spells more often than muscle. He had an assistant, James, who mostly stayed in their cabin working with potions and herbs and what-not.
King’s Crown was fun, especially when Rhogar joined in. I know I lost money but it was worth it to hear his stories. He’s able to change into these forms who were the essence of these primal spirits he communes with. The wind and even the ground beneath him did as he asked.
Landed in Making. We landed in a park that’s been harvested of it’s trees. The heroes went off and did their thing, and Horn & Claw did our thing – guard the Spirit.
Pog came back with a crystal-covered humanoid, known as a Shardmind. He said later his name was Manishtu. Pog pleaded with me to keep him safe. He then said if anything happened that put the ship in danger, to take off. This just got serious.
Soon after, the tower the deva flew to exploded. Then mist started pouring out of it. We had to get out of there, and so we got on the ship and tried to leave Making as fast as we could. We did too – even got a stow-away – a dragonborn named Roshi. But Rhogar, Pog, Itharia … gone. We’re currently racing as fast as we can east trying to outrun whatever this mist is. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping all of us going, lest we be overcome, either mentally or physically by the mist.
Cyre is gone. I think we were the only people who managed to escape in the entire land. We landed on the highlands just inside the Valinar border. As insane as it sounds, it seemed to stop right at Cyre’s border.
We’re off to Newthrone. Grainger says the Liondrake Mercenaries are sure to get all there brutes in line preparing for the aftershock. Gonna miss the Spirit, but duty calls. We had a good run.
Roshi says he can the Riverwatcher Clan, a dragonborn clan south of Newthrone They know of Rhogar … hopefully I can find training there.