The first Scribe Notes were taken while the PCs were still in the Lost Mine of Phandelver adventure from the 5e starter box, and pick up after the party drove Redbrands out of Phandalin, and were trying to find Cragmaw castle. After clearing a band of orcs from Wyvern Tor for a wayward Necromancer named Hunan Kost, the wizard advised the party to seek out the Banshee Agatha in the ruins of Thundertree. If they could convince her to help them, she could tell them the location of Cragmaw Castle. After a brief stop at the House of Knowledge in Neverwinter to do some research on the destruction of Thundertree, the eruption of Mt. Hotenow, and Agatha herself, they headed off in pursuit of the banshee.
After battling stirges and goblins, our comrade Trym took grievous injuries in a night ambush. But our valiant fighter Ava rushed into the fray in nothing more than her sleeping garments and a helmet! Firing bow and swinging sword, she laid waste to three, no four goblins! I flung magic missiles as fast as I could, but barely kept up. We won the night, but at quite a cost to our health. A good rest, and we were back to work.
Our first examination of Thundertree was of an old crumbling cottage. Roofless and depressing. Entirely worthless in both value and knowledge. In fact, most of Thundertree offered nothing in terms of usable assets.
Trym is a most disruptive little person! Constantly switching note and toppers on my research supplies. I assume at this point she enjoys my displeasure. At least the shield maiden Ava respects the virtues of knowledge and privacy! Her company is a boon to both mood and offensive skills.
Anyway, the plants here are most ponderous. I swear I was some moving out of the corner of my eye. Then one snatched up Trym! Several of these blighted bushes attacked us. Only through the skill and determination of our comrades were we able to overcome these monstrosities. I was elated to have dispatched one with my longsword. Normally I would take no delight in such base endeavors, but Ava has taught me much of the martial arts of swordsmanship. I never understood the skill and concentration required. I have a new respect for the physical prowess involved.
Still, my magic was needed when ash zombies attacked, biting Ava on the neck! After many battles with these horrors, we finally made it to a well maintained cottage, living in by a mysterious little fellow wearing the vestments of a circus side show. He wanted of yet another "insurmountable danger." Boredom endures... but lo! Tales of a green dragon upon the hillside! Surely, these are the adventures I dreamed of as a young elf. A real dragon! In the flesh!
But for tonight, we rest and eat. The little fellow offered us a dinner of salad and berries. Made me full. Never did catch his name... "Rinn", we found out in the morning, after more of these peculiar berries. Rinn insists on a detour to deal with some dragon worshipers. He says they mean to make a deal with the beast, and pose a danger.
Off to some mayhem, I suppose. 'Tis the nature of "field work"...
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