Trical 19th
I have been spending some time with Lucian, catching up on our times spent away from each other, and what happened to my hometown. We stayed at Loc Magius while the rest of the group goes to talk to the Stonehelm clan of dwarves. But not long after they left, we received word by way of Lucian’s familiar that we maybe needed by the party. We got a friend of Lucian’s named Prat to teleport us to where we thought the party might be near. We accidentally landed in a druidic grove that was inhabited by a nymph. If it had not been for Xzax's quick response to us appearing, Lucian and I maybe dead now -- but Quill did not make it. After the night was spent there listening to Lucian’s dead mother calling for him, we left the area and headed for a piece to the thing that this group is looking for. We found that there was a plague going on, and that we could not go to the Stonehlems, first as we had planned -- so we went straight for the piece. We reached a set of ruins, but not without a few minor arguments about what we should do. It was all settled when Seamus left and tried to go alone for the piece. Then Xzax followed him, and there was no way I was going to let them go without someone to help heal them. The rest of the group followed me. We finally found the piece we needed, and were able to leave after only a few days on land. But when we go to where our ship should have been, it was replaced by a note from the bosun. There was a scrag in the area, so they went to try to shake it, so we camped and decided to wait here. May Xoriah keep you and bless you.
Trical 27th
You will not believe some of the things that have occurred since my last report. First, when we awoke the morning after I wrote my last one, we found that Xzax had left the group. Luckily we were able to track him with the cats that he and N’Kara keep. She was able to convince him to rejoin the party, and ever since, they have seemed to become closer then they were before. I also found out why Lucian and N’Kara both have been a little stand-offish to me recently. They saw me kill some orcs that were dying, and thought that I had done something wrong because the orcs had surrendered prior to collapsing to the ground on the verge of death. But that situation will take care of itself in the long run. I feel no mercy for what I did because of my time in the orc wars, but I do regret that I may have permanently driven a wedge between myself and part of the group. Soon after this we returned to the