Set to parchment this 14th day of the Month of Sorrows, in 1332 the year of the Standard….
Team 37, in this chronicler’s ever so humble opinion, have need of healthy portion of leadership. It is obvious that Kypris has an agenda other than that of the GE, for she separates herself from the presence of her team more than she is with them. She lets them wander on their own and gives them too much freedom, so it is no wonder that the few orders she gives are not followed. But such is the nature, one must assume, of a green and inexperienced team.
Cleric Calen, that lad of the Great Church, is a likely candidate for the job of 37’s lead position. He takes initiative and is quite eloquent of speech, seeming to apply a layer of sugar upon every interaction.
As an instance, I commend his calm and direct approach in dealing with Alynian, Stahl’s captain of the militia. The information gleaned forwards the mission, ultimately leading the team to the Eyrie Shrine where Calen discovers several spirits awaiting the Ceremony of Life, one of which turns out to be, after Calen performs said ceremony, none other than the Shrine’s own Skylark’s Wing Faenair. The Wing discloses information on the location where her party was ambushed, as well as confirming that the Skylark Statue is indeed lost.
A small side note: Kalak’s son is approached by a Bitori claiming to be long friends of the man’s father. It may be of no concern, but this vagabond dwarf tells Dorak that he’d seen Kalak not two years hence, some more recent time than Dorak was notified of his parents demise. This may prove troublesome. Gimm is the name of the Bitori, and he proves to be well in his cups when he discloses this to Dorak. In fact, the inebriate had mistaken Dorak for his father when first he set eyes upon him. Perhaps there is no need for concern, but I thought it worth bringing to your attention.
The next morning, 37 sets out upon the road to Laedersburg. It is amazing that coincidence would put Falko on the watch late that night, given his earlier troubles regarding keeping watch, when the goblins attack. He is nearly slain by a volley of their silent arrows. Again, Calen saves the day by being the only team member who rouses from sleep, hearing Falko’s cries of pain. A short skirmish ensues, Cleric Calen and Kypris chasing down the one gobbo that had sense enough to flee. Here I point out that Kypris tells the remaining party to stay together for protection, before she herself divides the team.
In the absence of Kypris and Calen, the team awakens the lone goblin prisoner, who had befallen a waywardly cast enchantment of Sleeping. They interrogate the thing, and I must report that they show no hesitation to use the blade to extract information. Quite a shame none of the team could speak its language. At last, they cut up the thing, the send it on its way, Dorak breaking orders and following the goblin, making sure it leaves a blood trail.
Upon the morning, the team indeed tracks the foes, hoping to discover where they may lair. It is consensus that the goblins may be the ones who now have possession of the Skylark Statue, being likely candidates in the attack on the Skylark’s Wing and her entourage (although with later revelations, there may be a deeper, more sinister plot a-brew). Decision is made, however, to back trail the goblin’s approach, rather than follow the blood trail of the injured one. It was an apt decision, for the team discovers the goblin camp, now abandoned. They see a myriad of footprints, including those of orc and ogre, and a lone pair of human-sized tracks leading into Stahl. Are these tracks those of a conspirator? A leader? Are the caravan attacks all part of some grand scheme? Or are they related at all?
Hopefully, by my next report, some of these questions will have answers. I do think the team has a fighting chance to discover some answers. I also believe the addition of the newest team member Cian apTrystan, who just arrived this morning before the team once more set out for Laedersburg, will be an asset to the group.
Master Ervain of Littlehollow
Chronicler Third Class