I chucked a magic snowball at him and he batted it back at me. It hit me in the CROTCH it freaking hurt and then Irondan was all hey Rueb, you mind curing my gnolls virus, and I’m like can’t you see I’m HURT! and then he was like it will make you stronger.
After the first day, we returned to the Black Footpad Inn with both a full burlap sack of mugwort, and Wilson, a freshly potted mugwort plant. We enjoyed both a hearty meal, and the satisfying performance of a one Orpheus. A man grieving the loss of his beloved Eurydice. He believes that a satyr called Nacard might know her final resting place. We promised to keep an eye out for the goat man, and turned in for the night.
Purpose: Investigate the marshlands south of White Moon Cove, the area known as the Ghostwood Marsh.
Potential Maleficar within our midst. Please keep eyes upon Vraela Songheart.