13 Tera 1333
Don’t panic. I am ok. The rest of my companions are fine as well. But I lost Inky.
Let me start at the beginning.
The afternoon was a bit cloudy, and so was our mood. We had a meeting with the local wizard, Santos. His haughty apprentice had delivered the message that he would meet with us at his convenience later in the day. Apparently Santos, who is somehow affiliated with a Magic Guild in Alhambra, was too busy making potions for the town or something, and could not see us right away. After the confusing and relatively uneventful and unproductive meeting, we decided it was past time to cross the river and put an end to the goblins that had been raiding the town. We wanted to find out who, if any one, was giving them orders or at least who it was that had been letting them into town. So we tootled on down the docks, and that creepy dockmaster had some fishermen (at least I think they were fishermen) row us across the river.
I really did not like it when, after they dropped us off, they returned with the boat back across to the docks. I liked it even less when later, Iz’alma told us that the dockmaster was standing on the pier and watching us. It felt like we were now stuck here on the other side of the river with no way back, and that Mauricio, I think thats the dockmaster’s name, was plotting against us somehow. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but thats how I felt.
He watched us as we set out searching for the tracks of the goblins. Even I could see where they’d dragged rafts, and later boats they’d stolen from the docks of Gran Rio, back into the cover of the woods. But the interesting thing is this… we also discovered tracks leading to a concealed rock. When Kumori lifted it up, we discovered a buried chest. It was empty, but we decided that it must have been the hiding place for secret communications between the spy in town and the goblins. This was the first real proof we have had that there is indeed a conspirator within the town. I sure hope the dockmaster is not him, because if he is the traitor, then he surely saw that we found the hold-out, and our lives will probably get a lot more interesting, if not filled with danger.
Apparently Dorak did not discover, or he failed to bypass, the trap on the chest, for he was briefly afflicted by a curse, making him freeze in time now and again. Fortunately Coatl had a cure for the curse memorized. That would have been a pain in the tookus if Dorak had been rendered useless for the combat with the goblins. By Mormekar, I am sure the battle would have gone differently.
From the tracks left behind in the small clearing in the woods (where the goblins had ditched their boats), we discovered that they were wolf-riders. Actually, they rode worgs, which are a lot like wolves but bigger and meaner. We also found the tracks of an even larger worg, that I swear, when we saw him, was larger than the biggest horse I ever saw. We followed the tracks. They had traveled this route so often they had turned it into a regular path, and it was really easy to follow.
We only had one obstacle getting to the goblin’s base camp. It was a really narrow gorge filled with a swollen stream. We made it across, but I was concerned that if we had to flee back over it, some of the group would have trouble crossing it quickly. Thankfully my worries proved for naught. I would have a very hard time getting across it on the way back, because by then Inky was gone.
As we approached the lair of the raiders, their worgs caught out scent well in advance, and we were not able to surprise them as we had hoped. The plan was to take the leader alive, so we could discover who he was working with, inside Gran Rio. They poured out of their cave, coming at us in force: five on foot, four more borne by the meanest wolves I have ever seen, and the leader, who when unmounted, topped Kumori by at least three hands. It’s not that Kumori is all that tall, but he is the tallest male of our party. Tallest of us all, in fact. We really are a height-challenged group.
Coatl, you have to love him, foiled their plans by summoning a great cloud of terrible smoke and ash. It forced them to abandon their well-planned tactics and skirt around those noxious fumes. You go jungle boy! But the riders still managed to ride around us and shoot arrows at us. It was really annoying. Even on Inky, I would not have been able to catch up with them, so I didn’t even try. I am useless in combat anyways, as we all know. I am not sure what my use is, these days, but I am guessing that Mormekar will let me know in time, or he would have not sent me to be with this group.
Thankfully, whatever Kumori did to challenge the leader of the goblins (we later discovered his name was Murg), it caused the brute to dismount and charge our Kaidanese warrior. The gross barbaric goblin ordered his behemoth warg to slay Coatl, which it nearly did. I was very scared for him. It nearly killed Izzy too. And by the time I got into the fray after tying up one of the lesser goblins, he was a worg-rider, Inky had joined the fray too. The bastard goblin leader, weak bully that he was, decided to try to kill the weakest and most injured people first, and nearly succeeding in taking down a few of us. He then killed Inky. I was so enraged that I lost it. I stupidly ran at him and was, as I usually am, ineffectual in taking him down.
We all duked it out for a short time. Finally Murg had had enough. We had him surrounded, and his goblins had been beaten back. His big wolf had gone down, and their leader’s morale snapped. He turned tail and fled, but before he did, we chopped him into bits. Unfortunately, and I don’t really blame Dorak for doing it, our dwarven companion finished the goblin leader, piercing his heart as he lie there unconscious. I may have done the same were I closer to him. The hell-cursed thing slew Inky, after all. I said unfortunately, for with the leader dead, we may now never find out who the conspirator in Gran Rio might be. The one goblin we captured, oh it was so frustrating… not only did not speak our tongue (Dorak could understand him however), but he did not know anything. How useless.
All we found out was this: The leader, Murg, (according to the prisoner) would often leave of an evening, loping off on his giant worg towards the river. When he came back, that is when he would order all the rest of his band of raiders to attack the town. Murg would lead them to success after success, and knew just where to attack to do the most damage, or so the goblin captive believed. All the goblins thought their leader was the most brilliant goblin ever, and were very proud to follow such a mighty leader, or so claimed Rastus, the goblin we’d captured, according to Dorak’s translation.
I am really bummed that Inky is gone. It hurts like you would not believe. But I know she will be back next month. It still sucks, though. But aren’t you proud of me, honey. I did not wait a month to pen this down. I will continue this letter soon, I promise. The party just finished looting the raider’s cave, which gave me a few moments to write to you. I think of you so much, and I just want you to remember I love you, and I will be home before you know it.