If you haven't already done so, be sure to read the previous posts in the Scribe Notes series for the complete back story!
We decided to investigate the structure to the south and found a room scorched by a fiery blast. A wraith rose from the ashes and made threats. I tried ordering it to stand down, but it insisted on being a nuisance. After launching a bevvy of attacks, Thaelin snuffed it out with an impressive Thunderwave. Trym saw to the chest of coins while I looked around the book shelves. Mostly old history books, but one in particular contained a map eluding to some hidden treasure located in a cave near Shadowdale. It looks to be written in the language of the Underdark.
Another bit of useful information found among the books were old contracts and a log book. It appears this was a guest quarters for visiting wizards. The last visitor in the log was a wizard named "Mormesk".
We moved down some stairs toward the sound of waves. A large cavern with crashing waves in the dark. We carefully circumvented the water and moved down a western corridor to find ourselves circled around to where we battled the shapeshifter. Having finally cleared Wave Echo Cave, we hauled our booty to our cart and made for Phandalin.
Gundren and Nundro were beside themselves when we returned with the news. We ate, we sang, we rested. Sister Garale was kind enough to identify all the artifacts we had collected while we rested.
The note she deciphered revealed that the Black Spider has been taking orders from one named Imbross A'Daragon, hiding in Shadowdale with something called "The Eye". If we want to keep Wave Echo Cave operational, we'll need to deal with this "Imbross". Shadowdale, however, is a very long way away.
Luckily, Ava's order has business south of Triboar, so we'll be able to do a bit of good along the way. Some business about bandits robbing people using magic. After finalizing our provisions, we left for Triboar.
Our first evening proved quite comfortable thanks to Leomond's spells for shelter. It would have been restful for everyone, had an Ogre not wandered into camp. He had a hungry eye for our horses. But mastication of our equine would prove disasterous to our endeavours, so drastic actions had to be employted. My ever courageous companions made short work of the beast while Thalin swallowed it in the earth. A typical morning on the trail.
A platoon of goblins attempted an ambush from the tall grass. My comrades picked off a few and a well placed fireball finished the lot. A long day's ride and then a good night's rest awaited us that night. Travel has been smooth and enjoyable.
Wolves gathered in the night. Thaelin tried to reason with the alpha. Negotiations failed. The beast mauled him to the ground, but he cleverly conjured a poison mist to gag the beast. Trym and I attacked with all of our power, but the Dire wolf refused to release Thaelin.
Thaelin eventually threw the beast off of himself and slew it with a mighty blow of his staff. Trym pulled a bear from her bag, which tore into the closest wolf. After throwing a bit of fire, the rest fled into the wilderness. We finished our rest and started late the next morning.
Our final push to Triboar went without event. The town looks like it's seen it's fair share of death, lately. Ava suggested meeting with her contact to get more details...
I went to the local trader to inquire about maps. I purchased a map covering the area from the Sword Coast to the great desert. I also managed to haggle a profitable trade, swapping my spider staff for some magical protection items. Afterwards, I met my companions at the inn.
Trym brought sad tales of werewolves and hangings. Ava adopted a bard, and a hysterical woman accuses a noble of lycanthropy. Clearly, I'm in my cups.
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