Twas murky and durky in the maze, torches penetrating the haze,
Adventurers wishing, upon the gems of yore to lay their gaze.
Down they delved, into the halls, the stones with gaping jaws
They heard the teacup orcs proclaim, tis the Master.. and nothing more.

Gossip is aflutter that adventurers broke in to the Wessen family’s shack at the edge of the water, and that some time thereafter guards lead by Davenne herself entered. Some said that the adventurers were lead by a half-orc, some said in a trance, others said she was “sniffing the air”. Regardless, it is a matter of record that Davenne has declared the Wessen family “under suspicion” and that any information leading to their arrest will be rewarded by order of the Duke himself.

Well, I had heard that my friends had found caves near the fortress of Rogahn filled with uneducated goblinkin. It also seemed that nearby dwelled a sister of the faith. After a pleasant a insightful meeting with Arianna, we set out to reenter the previously explored goblin caves.

(Early Reaping)

Fresh with information about the necromancers I signed on to an expedition to the ancient abbey.

5th of Richfest
Hoftar one of the local rangers was seeking allies to support a local druidic festival at a nearby set of standing stones on the solstice, it seemed like an interesting slice of local culture, but turned out to be much more than that.

16th Wealsun

A ghost ship was brought into the harbor, and given a general lack of manpower we were unwilling to tackle any of the large adventure sites, and we were allowed to take a look around the ship and found evidence the crew had abandoned ship. Traveling down the coast we quickly found the site where they had taken the life boat, along with substantial amounts of blood.

Intrigued, and aware of the potential value of the reward should we rescue the crew and return to them their ship we set out across the swamp in pursuit of the crew, apparently taken captive by forces unknown.

The morning of the 14th of Wealsun brings strange news.