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Compass Rose Captain's Journal

19 Tarsakh

Our journey is ended, though I fear my own is to continue in the most horrible way imaginable. Compass Rose wrecked on a shoal south of Neverwinter. Many sailors perished with the initial impact, and Aleitha was gravely injured. As I tended her wounds, she clutched her talisman and breathed soft prayers. I asked her what the talisman signified. She told me love. Her husband waits for her at Dragon's Rest, having pledged his service to the dragon there. The talisman is made from locks of their hair, woven together as a promise to be reunited no matter what fate might befall them. It might have been a beautiful story, had it not been for Aleitha's gruesome end—and the words of the prayer I heard as she breathed her last. For she was begging Orcus, the Prince of Undeath, to reunite her with her husband.

I held her hands as the breath left her, and I felt a horrible chill pass through her. Next I knew, she was sinking her teeth into my neck. At the same moment, I heard moans begin to rise from the dead sailors all around us. What curse has she brought on us all?

Already I feel a creeping chill overtaking my body. I am securing her talisman with this book in my chest, in the hope that someone who comes after us may end this nightmare by bringing Aleitha's talisman to her husband.

Aribantes Investigates the Haunted Manor

3,377 Astrapion 2
Dear mom,

My companions and I followed Eudoxos’ directions to a merchant's manor, which was reported to be haunted. The merchant was Lord Periandros.

3,377 Protokynion 4
Dear mom,

I went off to hunt the hellhound that Eudoxos told me about - he’s the rotund and jovial priest at the local temple of Heliod, who I told you about.

Human Paladin of Devotion to the Morning Lord

Armagecia was born in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep to Sergio and Blanca. Her father was born in Waterdeep to a Amnian family and eventually joined the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors where he trained to become a wizard. Her mother was born in Amn, where she lived until she met Sergio and moved north and became a house cleaner and servant to noble families. She has a younger brother named Gabriel, who eventually became a bard. Armagecia lived with her family in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep until she was five, when the family moved to a house in the North Ward.

3,377 Lyokymion 2
Dear mom,

After the dream I told you about, I took a temporary leave from service in the The Reverent Army and returned to Neolantika in hopes of fulfilling my destiny.

Human male paladin

Being a soldier for The Reverent Army always seemed an honorable way to make a living while doing some good for society. As a child I always thought I was destined for more, but as the years past, those dreams seemed more and more those of a child's fantasy.

Then one night, I had a dream. I was lost from my battalion, and searching for them, I followed the bright light beyond a hill. Cresting the hill, the sun's radiance blinded my eyes and burned my soul, cleansing me of all my doubts and fears, leaving me with a clarity of purpose. In that moment, all was revealed.

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“The Ragesians are here,” Ulfgar alerted everyone. “There’s six of them.”

The undead dwarves in the Sunken Prison began to rise from the partially submerged prison cells and advance toward us.

The undead dwarves began to rise from the partially submerged prison cells and advance toward us.

Two of the guards from the Wayfarer came into the captain’s quarters and dragged Giorgio out, kicking and screaming, “I’ll never tell. You’ll have to pry it out of me!”

The wind and rain had picked up slightly as Ulfgar, Katrina, and Cyrus chased Giorgio up the stairs to the deck of the Wayfarers’ Theater.

We decided to visit the Ostaliner Mercenaries and soon found their camp to be more militaristic than most, though not as well organized as the dwarven camp.

As soon as Headmaster Simeon took his seat, Magistrate Lorb Votberd rose. “If it’s ideas ya want, here's some…

When Ufgar turned around, Arwal had disappeared.

“Greetings, Laurabec. I am Ulfgar and this is my companion, Angradin,” Ulfgar introduced. “We are Ambassadors of the Blue Sky. Perhaps you’ve heard of us.”

Preparing to leave the Lyceum’s conference room for the night, we discussed the captured fiend and the broader implications to the Ragesian assault.

With the addresses of the alleged arsons in hand, we went to the most recently burned building, having agreed that investigating at night would give us the best chance of encountering any shady activity.

Grandma Baker’s barn was nice and cozy, especially after so many days traveling through the wet swamp, with lanterns providing dim lighting. The loft was filled with hay, and had big doors overlooking her farm.

Torrent cast prayer of healing on us, and Ulfgar quickly led us along the trail through the swamp before it could be obscured by the rain.

We decided to check out some other boat merchants, and landed on a carpenter, currently busy making what appeared to be a coffin.

After regrouping, we searched the goblins and recovered 25 golds, 15 silvers, and some miscellaneous jewelry, including gold teeth and a string of pearls.

Gnomengarde entrance (courtesy of Morvold Press)

In the Sword Coast—a vast realm of free settlements surrounded by lawless, untamed wilderness—the druid Reidoth called the two companions to his abode in Neverwinter Wood.

Having searched the bodies, we collected 40 golds, 25 silvers, 150 coppers, and four gems worth 10 golds each.

After filling the wagon with the two human bandits and their belongings, we decided the ogres wouldn’t fit, so we just took their heads.

As I was settling down and reflecting on the day, my head still spinning at having found a handkerchief that may have belonged to my father, who we all presumed to have died in the War of the Silver Marches, I realized that Moradin had just granted me the ability to speak with dead.

Once Cyrus returned with Torrent’s glaive, we agreed to take the stairs up, heading northeast.

As Kazyk hoisted its glaive to bring down on Crystin, Haddin ran into the village from the stream, screaming, “No!” The old man knocked Crystin out of the way and plunged a stone dagger into the bearded devil before being cleaved in two.

We returned to the Seela village and conferred with Papuvin and Tiljann, explaining what we learned from our visits with Timbre and Gwenvere.

As we were headed west, skirting the edge of the forest to the north, we heard a familiar bellowing sound as an ice troll burst out of the woods and charged toward us.

We were about halfway from Caer-Dineval to Good Mead when Oosi said, “I want to go to Termalaine.”

Erling lit a torch and threw it into the dark hall above the well, communicating with the rest of us telepathically.

The four fey, Seela rebels, charged forward, daggers drawn, the first two stabbing into the Seela woman, who stumbled into Eyvindr’s arms.

One of the ghasts raked its claws into Cyrus, who pulled himself free and avoided a bite from the other. Uttering an infernal curse, Cyrus’ sword burst into a green flame blade and sliced into the second ghast, the flame then jumping to the first.

Examining the bridge, it was apparent that the bridge had been formed by magic.

Pointing its glaive at us, it addressed the two small flying creatures with a command, “Kill that one!”

Though magic protected our skin against burn, we could still feel the intense, withering heat carried in terrible blasts from the trees, and we smelled the acrid smoke as we entered and it enveloped us, arms of black and orange embracing us all.

Trovus, the dragonborn town speaker of Caer-Konig, partakes of a drink as he guards the Northern Light

When we arrived in Easthaven and sold off some of our treasure and my hunting trap, I paid Bran back the 100 gold coins that he had lent me.

We departed for Dougan’s Hole.

The group decided to spend the rest of the day and that night in the valley where they had left the wagon, Dynamo, and Happy tied to a tree.

As the group was being bombarded by arrows from the south, Prynhawn suggested to Valeria that they engage their attackers head on.

As we rowed the two boats back to Easthaven, we were attacked by a flock of blood hawks. Mendel and Bran put many of them to sleep, but they might have killed Erling and me if we hadn’t been given potions of healing. Bran cast healing word many times. Mendel killed the remaining blood hawks with magic missiles.

As Vernim approached the group, the disappointment was evident in his expression.

After searching the duergar and Dinev's Rest, and telling Rourke about the Duergar, we decided to return to Easthaven, where Erling wanted to help find the missing fisherman.

The group returned to the keep loaded with treasure and two extra suits of half-plate armor. They took turns carrying Arpad as they escorted the five prisoners they had rescued from Tarlech’s cells.

Human female necromancer

Arpad, daughter of Asham the Cooper and his wife Naramis, was born and raised in the keep along with her younger siblings: Anrod, Atli, Parwin, Durifern, Barthony, and Blasco, as well as Asham's brother, Hobbin the carpenter.

She was kidnapped several months ago by Mendel the Slaver in order to ensure her father’s continued cooperation in providing the barrels Mendel uses to smuggle victims in.

Arpad in the library of Tarlech the necromancer

As the group peered around the desk at Yanliz’s victim, Jess cried, “You killed Arpad! Why did you do that? What’s wrong with you?”

Caer-Dineval is built on the rocky shore of Lac Dinneshere, with Kelvin's Cairn looming behind it

It took us five more hours to reach Caer-Dineval. It was a small town of about one hundred residents, dominated by a castle on the hill.

Once the group was gathered together in the secret corridor with the bodies of the wizard, the cat, and Chantel, they made sure the two humans were bound, gagged, and blindfolded.

As the group headed from the gatehouse to the One-Eyed Cat, a crowd gathered around them, eager to hear their tale of victory.

While Yanliz and Jess engaged the archer on the upper rim of the valley, the rest of the group stood by the cave entrance.

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