Excerpt from Delg’s memoirs, accounting events proceeding contact with the Phylactery. Dictated but not read
Arbiter Delg of clan Ungart. During his 280th year, 5th lunar waxing of the yearly cycle.
The orb! It glows with subtle light and swirling fogs, a voice reached out to me through the device.
The mysterious Moonlight Cabal sent message through the orb of scrying via member Devon de Franco. He told of far traveled adventurers; kindred in spirit to the like of the ragtag group I had been a party to thus far in the events surrounding the demonic upheaval.
We set forth to make inquiries.
Located in the lesser in fortune part of New Bastion we came upon a dreadful dive catering to sailors and ilk of similar nature. Whereupon Lance deemed it necessary to proffer up his art and was seemingly accused of attempted theft. To this day I can’t believe those mongrels would try to thrust such a travesty upon a well known philanthropist to the young.
To my surprise a tiefling chap (with a guise most dubious to our agenda at hand) was set off by his lonesome on the stair, removed from the crowd. After an awkward introduction and subsequent interruption by a frightfully resplendent dragonborn warrior of faith. We made do with an almost begrudging camaraderie from the wizened former and an enthusiastic acceptance of duty from the lady latter. Though they seem to mistrust each other as the citizens seem to mistrust them singly we set off as a whole into the south seeking glory, justice, and if not fortune maybe some leisure gold.
Adventure upon the road ensued.
We started our journey across the countryside. Relying upon Rook and Ryll to ensure our safe passage and keep our heading true Rook came upon a gaggle of goblins on the road. Before we could react Rook took to the shadows or bushes or some such, can be difficult to keep and eye on those shifty gnomes when you need to. Though we were informed of the situation via Ryll who seems to keep a cooler head between actual physical threats.
We attempted to take them unawares.
Kava, Ikos, Ryll, Lance and myself, positioned upon the road waited for Rook to make an opening move. Somehow we always seem to either misplace or leave the lad Jerry unattended when the danger comes forth. Well to the point Rook opened with his bow while Lance got his Lute (of all things) prepared. Whatever some say of what I can do and it being unnatural or unsafe, whathaveyou. That bard does some randy odd things with music, with a mere song he seemed to soothe the fight right out of half of those goblins.
A fight ensued, danger, blood, fire, magic, heartbreak, you know the typical roadside brawl of good pitted against the thralls of evil. Whereupon we came up victorious in avengeance for the caravan folk and their odd beasts of burden, probably horses, but you know how nasty a those goblins can be to livestock.
A meager amount of gold recovered from the scrawny buggers and a flask of water-breathing or some such nonsense.
After we made more headway on our journey we entered another small village as one does out in the wilderness. The purchase of some horses were made with a bit of dickering with the locals. my fine shoes were spared the rigors of the road and our variance in height seems to be less an issue in conjunction to walking speed.
And thus we found our merry band on the road again, we just couldn’t wait to be, on the road again. Going places we have yet to been, see the wonders we may never see again. Almost as a gypsies along the highway, good friends, keeping the world turning our way, not the way of demons. Lance making music with his friends. We were on the road again.
The true troubles were just starting but we couldn’t wait to be on the road again.