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Hadyn Rosaria's Journal day 1
disaster strikes

The storm destroyed more than our crop, it seems to have delayed a caravan delivering supplies we will need to survive the winter. I suspect something sinister is behind this storm as the fall had been mild up until the snow began to fall. We lost six in our haste to salvage what we could of the crops. A cleric of Wee Jas blessed the bodies and we have them wrapped and in crates out behind the inn. I do not like not having them buried but it will have to do until the thaw. I will ask those of able body and sufficient skill to search for the caravan if it does not come in tomorrow.

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Hadyn Rosaria's Journal day 7
the heroe's return

Thank the gods they were able to recover the food that had been on the caravan. The delay had been caused by goblins, those that ventured out found no bodies around the caravan so we hope the best for those who were attending to it. They reported encountering a wanderer who informed them that the storm was not natural. It seems that my fears have been confirmed. We must find the source of the storm.

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Hadyn Rosaria's Journal. day 21
a light in the darkness

The bodies of the six who died in the storm rose last night and attacked us. We were able to put them down without much of a fight but not without injury. The accolyte here has been tending to wounds and he says everyone should pull through. A caravan came in this morning bringing supplies, praises be to bahamut, we may just weather the winter. We have tools and spices and building material, along with foods that we all now consider luxury. Spirits have been lifted but the group who left has not returned and most of us fear theworst. We pray for their safety and hope the worst of this is over.

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Chapter 1
closed

The party, all with ties to winterborrow leave to search for a caravan that is carrying supplies necessary for the survival of the hamlet. Residents are holed up in the inn, those with a decent amount of wealth are in their personal residences. The travelers come across the leader of an elite band of goblins who offers the goods from the raided caravan in exchange the group is to meet with the leader of a local goblin tribe. They suspect there is something more to the goblin in that he is apparently under the guise of a glamor spell. The goblin tribal leader confesses to being bullied by a white dragon who must be removed to prevent further shipments being commandeered to furnish the white dragons lair. Preparations take place and a pair of adventurers join the original group as they trek north to find the white dragon. They increasingly come across undead in addition to the normal Yeti that commonly attack travelers. While traveling through the forest to the north they are attacked by an intelligent tiger and are given no choice but to slay her. The party comes in contact with a patrol of the Shivermoore honor guard as they leave the forest. They are not questioned after they express their intent to confront the white dragon in the area. The Dragon attacks at night but is forced to flee leading the party away from its lair. The party finds a road after a battle with 2 ogres and they discover that the treasure the ogres carried was the possession of a noble from a local city.

The party is attacked by a couple former members of the shivermoore honor guard. They take the archer hostage. He offers to lead them to the white dragons lair and with his aid the dragon is defeated. He shares the story of how he was lead to a darker path because of an oath that the honor guard must take. Though their is debate over what is to be done with him the party decides to change his ways.

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Mavis' Maunderings - Volume 1 chapter 1
The Dragon Duel

It’s been nearly 3 months since I left my church to help Winterburrow. I only spent a short time there before I discovered that what the citizens needed wasn’t an extra helping hand but someone to defend them from assailants.

The town was troubled because their caravans were not arriving as they should be. So they gathered up a few brave souls to march out and determine what went wrong, if anything. I volunteered for the mission, as did a Human named Taenis who served in the recent war, a Halfling by the name of Rico who’s past position was a privateer and also an Elven Maiden by the name of Haluna.

A few days later we found the looted wreckage of a capsized cart. At first it seemed that the danger was merely goblin bandits raiding the supply caravans but it turns out once we found them and questioned one, that a young white dragon was goading the goblins. The goblins were being forced to feed the dragons lust for treasure so they turned to looting the poorly protected provisions that travel from Graywall Keep to Winterburrow.

Our group agreed to help the goblins with their dragon dealings. In exchange they would be required to end their attacks on our supply trains. First we went to Greywall Keep to seek additional support from there. We found 2 new companions there by the names of Silvarious and Derek. Silvarious turned out to be quite a woodsy wonder, while Derek’s strengths lay in… well strength. The strength of Kord that is.

Once again we were off, our sights set on Shivermore, now a group of six. The goblins had given us one mere month to deal with the dragon, after which time they threatened to resume their raiding. And it just so happened that that was just about how much time it took to travel there.

We rushed along the snowy slopes for several weeks. On our way we were rushed by a white tiger. But this tiger was different. This tiger talked! Not only did it talk, it demanded a toll for our passage through it’s territory. It threatened to kill us if we did not pay. I could not abide such a cruel bargain so I told it that we were not afraid of it, we wanted no quarrel but if it wanted a fight, it had one. A few hours later we laid in it’s lair enjoying a merry meal while it’s rotting carcass rested in the snow.

One day the route we choose got steeper and rocks began to jut from the smooth white planes. It was a little over three week in to our trip when we started talking about a plan to beat our scaily friend. That very night the dragon got the drop on us. Sinking our camp in 10 feet of snow. Taenis started a discourse with it while the rest of us climbed out of the clever trap.

Once he learned that the dragon intended to keep pushing all of the goblinoids in the area to get him more gold and bounty, Taenis attacked for he could not tolerate such tyrany. I tried to get them to stop their combat but it was no use. The dragon was daunting but with the six of us there we were able to turn the tide. That’s when he dove beneath the snow and escaped our grasp.

With out knowing where to find his cave we left then for the nearest town in hopes of learning more. On our way we ran into some ogres who had themselves run into a noble just before us. We beat the ogers and kept the things the dead noble had been carrying.

That night Rico determined that two men were on the tail of the noble. They found him in the shallow grave we dug for him, then they came seeking us. “Give us the things the noble had or your lives are forefit!” The Knight shouted at us. It would seem, I am discovering, that everything in these lands seek profit through violence. At any rate we bested the Knight while his archer friend fled.

Lauchin, as it would turn out the archers name was, didn’t get far however before Silvarious ran him down. We striped him and the fallen Knight of their things – Rico getting a very nice shirt of shiny chain out of the deal. Now we had Lauchin as our prisoner.

With his help, we were able to find the dragons den and lure him there. It was a very dangerous plan but it worked and we soon shared in the spoils of victory.

With the dragon defeated we then made our way to Cold Town where we traded some of the booty we had aquired on our journey for some fancy new gear. I got myself a set of fancy new Full Plate armor and had the scales of the white dragon turned into a magnificent sheild. Silvarious, needing no worldly possesions of his own chipped in and got me a very nice amulet that assists in healing, especially during combat.

We stayed in Cold Town for only one week however for we feared that Winterburrow could still be in trouble. The dragon told us that the goblins were scattered while we were away, but in their place were a great many tribes of hobgoblins and bugbear looking to prey on the weak.

With out further ado we then made haste back to Winterburrow.

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Mavis' Maunderings Volume 1 chapter 2
The Perilus Plight

Derek, Haluna, Lauchin, Rico, Silvarious, Taenis and myself left Cold Town and the realm of Shivermore in haste. Once again we ran into two men with the ultimatium your money or your life. Although this time they wanted Lauchin as well. They must have been sent to retrieve him for breaking their laws. He was a duty bound soldier who left the charge of a Dark Paladin serving their ruler.

Once again good prevailed and we bested them. Taking their things as well of course; which this time included two heavy war horses.

In our effort to return quickly to Winterburrow we decided to once again travel through the forest. This time we ran into a talking bear creature. And once again it wanted something in exchange for our passage. This time however it was for a different reason. It demanded that we release the horses so that they might be free of mans cruel hands. We complied with the bear things wishes and it allowed us to leave in peace. Perhapse the horses will one day learn to talk too in this magical forest of speaking animals.

Our aim to reach the town was slightly off it would seem because we still hadn’t reached it by the time we expected to. So we veered westward, knowing that we would eventually find the road that would get us there. The following day we did come across the road, however that’s not all we found. Graywall keep had sent another caravan. It would seem that they charged two of their best soldiers to help defend it. All we found however were battered boards and bodies. Among them was a family headed back to Winterburrow, a mother, a father and two children.

We laid to rest the soldiers and took the family with us to bury them in town. That was the plan anyway, but that night while I was on watch the tent we had wrapped the family in burst forth and the corpses lurched out of the remains. They were most certainly undead. We dispatched them quickly and returned to our usual positions, but not with out a growing sence that something was terribly wrong.

I haven’t mentioned this yet but the reason Winterburrow was having troubles in the first place was that there seemed to be some kind of malicious magic forcing the weather over Winterburrow to be even harsher than usual. And we were now begining to suspect that it was responsible for some of the spontanious undead that we’ve been encountering also.

We made it back to town the following day. We had hoped to find it prospering once more, as it was when we had left it with renewed supplies. What we found instead was desperation. It would seem that just here in the village the weather had been whipping up into a horrible flurry. There were drifts taller than I in some spots. The villagers who remained alive were huddled together at the tavern or in a few of the neighboring homes. Their food supplies were nearly exhausted and they were trapped in the town.

The dwarven keepers in the tavern had things fairly well organized despite the panic of the others. They told us that the storms showed no sign of abatement and if they rationed their food they could wait only one month more before starvation claimed them all.

As we considered our options there was a rap at the door. It turned out to be the chief of the group of goblins we had agreed to help (who we suspected was not really a goblin at all). He told us that there was a squad of hobgoblins bearing down on the town. They were after something and they would stop at nothing to get it. The goblin offered his assistance as well as what remaind of his tribe in fending off the other goblinoids. He told us that whatever it is they want, if they want it this badly, he would much rather they not get it.

We had precious little time to prepare, but we managed to collect all of the townsfolk and move them to the deep celler in the tavern, along with all of the warm cloths and provisions we had remaining. After that we barricaded all of the windows and doors except one in hopes that they would be forced into a choke. Then all there was left to do was wait.

A few days after our arrival they came. The site was set and the battle began. Our choke plan seemed to work at first, a few attempts were made at coming in through the windows which failed on the first attempt. Then a horrible monstrocity burst through right next to Silvarious. It was over 8 feet tall at least and covered in scales. We suspect it was some kind of Hellish beast summoned fourth to help in the fight. There were upwards of a score of hobgoblins and bugbear trying to press in at other entreyways as the fight with in the tavern grew.

Suddenly all sound was drowned out by a huge explosion in the fireplace. When the smoke cleared, where moments ago was a nice defensible position lay a crackling crater and a gaping portal to the outside. In poured the others through this hole but we were still managing to keep them at bay.

We began to split off, the dwarves guarded the door to the cellar where all of the other townsfolk hid, the goblins took the brunt of the attack from the rushing hobgoblins and my group (as well as the goblin leader) focused on the Devil beast. I personally left the building and called out their warlock who stood out side of the building thinking himself safe from harm.

As the battle waged our side began to win out and our victory was assured when the scaily leader was felled by Taenis. In all there were three survivers, two were hobgoblin and one was bugbear. They were little help however when we questioned them about what the group was after. It seemed that the only one who knew was the leader.

We devised a plan. We estimated that we only had about twelve days before the next attack at best and we needed answers. Silvarious who had the ability to travel quickly through the snow as a wolf was to take the monster in a magical bag to Graywall Keep where he might get a cleric there to speek with the dead body.

Our plan was successful and we learned that they were after something known as the Fallen One. It was guessed by the clergy there that that was a creature like the one we had defeated who fought in a battle ages ago. He carried with him two great artifacts of war – A suit of armor and a War Mace. Legend has it that this creature was only beaten when two full armies were brought to bear upon him.

Then the creature told Silvarious that these evil objects were in Winterburrow.

Silvarious ran back to our town with the news. The whole trip taking 8 days. I knew our options were limited but we had to find these items before the Hobgoblins did. I used a simple spell – detect magic to see if it would give us any hints to their whereabouts. I discovered that there was a large area in the town that was radiating magic from the very ground. But the more I concentrated on it the more difficult it became. It actually started to grow painful. So I hurridley marked the boundaries where the aura was coming from.

We had a One Hundred and Twenty foot diameter area that was eminating the magic. So we began to dig near the middle. It was one of the dwarves that found it. With a strangled yell he fell to the ground in the hole he was digging. Taenus ran to him and I lifted the two out of the pit, but Taenus felt violently ill just from those few short seconds being near the objects.

We are now faced with a problem. Two great and evil artifacts lay before us. We can not let them fall into the hands of the enemies and we must keep the townsfolk safe. Even so much as moving the items seems to be a daunting task now. We must find some way to secure them but we have little time. A few days at most, and then they will come.

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Dagran Thunderhammer's Tale
A dwarf tells a tale

If not fer the acts of great men we would not be here this yule. Ye all be knowin’ of who I speak. Those Hobgoblins n bugbears beared down on us hard. Were it not fer those who lived quiet enough among us both before and after the scuttlebutt the kingdoms had we’d all be layin dead walkin around here in the grips of undeath. Dis has been a hardy town since me n me brudder comed down from the hills and settled this bar. Ye all did good in breedin heroes. Taenis, Mavis, Heluna, Silvarius, Rico, Derek, Lauchin, an Hadyn, you will remember these names and make em known to yer grandchildren, and they’ll tell bedtime fables to their grandchildren. These be our heroes and we are not fer forgetting em’.

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into the darkness
dwarven plight

After traveling to ask the near-by dwarves to assist Greywall Keep they find that the dwarves are having problems of their own. There seem to be demons in the tunnels causing enough trouble for the dwarves to move their opperations closer to the city and away from the veins of precious gems and metals. Winterborrow is gone, the hobgoblins have a champion wearing artifacts that seem to make him invulnerable, and the dwarves of Ironcliff and suiting up to root out the evil in their tunnels.Will Greywall also fall? Why so much activity in such a small area? I’ll let you know as they uncover more.

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