Journal Entry, Octo Octobris…
The group that I hired on spec to investigate the sunken Hellic ruins in the region of Blackmire called Coppice Lakes was a motley crew at best. A barbaric warrior of some ability name Khaidu, a rather good shot with a crossbow named Amras and a Sorceror (I will withold my opinions here of such as that…) with a Raven familiar. Dupin took an immediate dislike to all of them as is his wont. I on the other hand decided to joyfully participate in the company that I am forced to keep to search out my fortune and glory.
We made good time initially, leaving the civilized lands around the city. Upon entering the thickest woods of the day, we stumbled upon a group of hooligans. We attacked them under the pretense of keeping the woods safe although more than a few of us had shrinking change purses as our true motives. Never-the-less, we prevailed and did make out with enough gold to effect the purchase of a cart and a rowboat, which would be needed to fully investigate the sunken ruins.
Upon arriving at said ruins, the lake waters around them were humming with a large water elemental. My studies of the outer planes assured me that we were no match for such a creature. Especially unprepared and in such a tiny boat. We abandoned the search of the ruins but decided in stead to head to a hedge maze a group of dimwitted Fishermen clued us in on.
Upon arriving at the maze I smelled the tell-tale stench of Druidism in the air. The maze was indeed magical in nature and upon entering we found it full of spiders, snakes, bears and wolves. At the center was a strange magical tablet that when moved, disappeared the maze and revealed a cubby with a sack of gold. We took the gold and returned home.
One of my companions dared compare the perfect creatures from the planes that I summon forth to do my bidding to the base animals and vermin that Druids summon. I endeavored to explain to him his stupidity.
On our return trip we were unfortunate enough to run afoul of a pair of wild boars who viciously attacked! As if that wasn’t enough the sounds of combat and smell of blood drew a pair of Dire Weasels as well! It must be mating season in the Cradle Wood…