The Journal of Weston Pendrot

[Doc-Holiday]

Several days have passed now in this world. I dare say I have very little idea of what this place is or what it is called. I have taken residence in a rather roudy Inn just inside a rather odd little town called Hlint. It is my understanding that this world is besieged by something terrible, though I am not sure of what it is.

   Curious... this must be an, adventuring town, as they say. I went to speak with an official and I have managed to be tasked with vaious favours and requests, I dare say I shall have a weeks worth of work in just an afternoon.

   Bless my old eyes, I have met a very nice woman. Strange she has horns, though, there are many strange things in this world, dare say I should wait for another to mention the oddity before I ask. Oh, dash it all, nearly forgot the girls name. Pandora, that was her name.

   These people are all full of tasks and favours! even the Pub's bard had a favour of me. I dare say, I was surprised to be approched by the towns Crypt Keeper for assistance as well. The young mage Pandora rather helped me with several of these. I think she will make a most astute student of the ART, so long as she controls that temper of hers, and her desire for revenge.

   Infernal, strange thing to say of another and find it true. Pandora is a tiefling, curious that, she is rather subdued for one of her lineage. A rightly good bit of influence and I dare say she will come out on top of this.

[Doc-Holiday]

I met with Gulnier today while in Hlint. After a few minutes we traveled on to Fort Llast where Master mage Dalton request aid. I dare say an army of adventurers answered his call. The trip was fairly uneventfull. A few strange creatures attacked, but for the most part I doubt any large threat would have approched. We travel to Rilara, then to Casterly Castle where a new portal has been opened to Pranzis. The portal toll is far more than I can afford so we left our charge on the other side. I dare say the next few hours were rather frustrating as we delivered a letter for a cleric. Upon reaching our destination several members of our party found that there was no one home. Instead of looking around they began to beat the bloody door down. A woman appeared who, quite rightly, was distrustful and suspicious of our activity. Instead of talking to her and attempting to deliver the leter, several memebers continued to batter the door and she took action against them. At that moment a mage cast several necromantic spells on the woman and she fled. It was discovered that the woman lived in the castle we were attacking and was the woman to whom the letter was to be delivered. Quite frustrated with the lawless actions of my party I made my intentions clear and returned to Hlint. If this Blood fellow is as terrible as I hear, I fear we are in for quite a bit of trouble if battle with him goes as well as the storming of a woman's home.

[Doc-Holiday]

Terrible news today, on my way back from a trip to Fort Llast I encountered a man who at first seemed to be a wizard. As I approched him I dare say I was overwhelmed by a sense of evil and once I saw the large skeleton that followed I hid myself. As the man passed I sensed great power and terrible evil, I remembered reading about Blood and his generals and I dare say this was one of them. I ran on to Hlint where I discovered that he had all ready killed a woman there. As I and a few others mused about the event a woman appeared who looked to fit the description of one of the "sisters." She warned us that the Generals were on the move.

On the lighter side of things, I met a man today who is quite the armor smith. With my help we were able to mine a great deal of Tin and copper for which he then created a Bronze Scalemaile. He generously sold the armor to me for 600 pieces of gold. I have put the armour in a vault in the bank until I can get it to someone who can customize it for me.

[Doc-Holiday]

My days here never cease to be filled with things to do. I thought a moment to sit in the Wild Surge Inn and enjoy a cup of tea and a moment to write in my journal when all of a sudden a woman appeared and requested that everone head to Spellguard. What little I have read of Spellguard I know that the city was taken by Drow, who .. or what... drove them out is beyond me. Gulnyr arrived shortly before we left so he and I made our way with several others to Spellguard. After a few hours of fruitless searching we found the woman in question in the Temple of Lucinda. I am quite sure I have met this woman before.. but I am not sure where. To make a long story short, we had to make our way to several mines in order to collect Silver ore and raw Fire Opals. I sare say I have never been on a longer journal. It took about a week to arrive on the continent that houses Pranzis. I must say I was quite lost from the begining, I saw massive deserts, leaped a gorge, fought Giants, made my way through dense forests and all to colect a few bits of ore. I was delighted to see Mage Dalton in the Misty Forest near Pranzis. He had just arranged for a caravan to take him to the nearest port. A particularly quick fingered woman paid our way for the caravan, the trip its self was uneventful and for a change quite peaceful. Once we reached the port we took ship again and sailed to a city ... oh.. Leilion.. I belive it was called. From there we returned through Fort Llast and then to Spellguard. It was unfortunate that the Fire Opal veins did not preoduce more. The woman was disheartened at the meager find we brought her. From what I learned she is apparantly part of a council of mages and they intend to outfit a group of adventureres to sail to the Forsaken Islands to find a solution to the expanding taint of the Negative Energy plane. It will be quite an adventure I dare say. With all this activity I may never get a moments peace.

[Doc-Holiday]

I thought I had lost all contact to friend back home after I was pulled through that planar rift. It is with a great deal of relief that I have met Aleister. Other than the sheer surprise of finding him here, and in his current state, I was greatly comforted that an old friend has been made available to me one again. I dare say I had fully given up hope of ever finding any survivors. Perhapse there are others? Aleister mentioned Alexander and Elindria had both escaped, so to had Wil Magee. I can only think of all the other lost. I say the future proves itself to be an elusive thing, who knows what manner of oddities will assail us? I have enjoyed the past few days speaking with the grumpy old fuss, I dare say I look forward now, to anything that may come.

[Doc-Holiday]

Well, started out as a nice vacation. I hear so many wonderful things about the world capitol Pranzis. After a long trip across Rilara and then onto Dreager I came to the capitol city Pranzis. Absolutly breath takeing I must say. Met a few friends there as I was perusing the many venues. We stopped to chat a bit outside the famed Hotel Layonara when a little girl came running up saying that someone was waiting for us by the lake. Well needless to say we hurried out there, and there in the middle of the lake was a house. An elven woman stepped out and spoke to us, strange.. don't remember clearly everything there. It seemed as though we were in a dream of sorts, where this was reading a story to us... of us I think. Well I remember drifting off a bit and a rather odd bit of chaseing ghosts, floating bubbles, trap doors in the forests leading to deserts below, odd crystals with things inside, castles, scorpions, minatour, and all over a bit of string, and a few vases. Not to mention a trip to the third circle of hell and nearly meating the Prince there... dunder headed dwarf. Somethings should be feared.. I'm sure I would have been scared... had I known what was going on. Oh and there were many things, an Avenger, resurection, excape, and not a bit of sense to it. I remember wakeing as the woman ended the story, I think she said there would be more later. I am curious as to what happens next, do I make the next chapter? or the one after?

[Doc-Holiday]

Several months now since I last wrote, dare say I haven't had much rest. Now then, let me see if I can remember what happened. Right then, after my last entry I was in Fort Hope when a man, whom I fear I can't remember, mentioned that a few undead had followed him and were milling about the Fort. Well I and a few other happened around a trader's wagon when the scean unfolded, Merchants were screaming and running for their lives, women and children were boarded up in ther very homes as at least twenty five very powerful zombies ravaged the very interior of the Fort. With great speed and effort my companions and I fought the meance back into the forest, secured the walls, and reasured the survivors. I must say, that man has garnered much annimosity from myself and my companions, leading those creatures into the Fort and then leaving the ill prepared folk to defend themselves, livestock lay dead all about... terrible I say.

Some time after that I met the High Druid... rather nice fellow I must say. Ended up trapped in a Dwarvish temple beseiged by animated stone golems.

About a week after that I left for Casterly Castle to attend a meeting of others who were working to both raise and rebuild the Lost Elven Library. After much negotiations and deliberations the leagal trappings were handled, a few days trip to another Dwarvish community in the Berhagain Mountains and we accquired passage on a fleet of Dwarvish ships to an area somewhere near Voltrax, the.. em... Elvish soverien soil. On our three week voyage there we were attacked by Duergar slavers. A pitched battle it was.. or.. at least it sounded that way. After a rather powerful wizard cast a spell I was injured and blinded for the remainder of the battle, rather a good thing I keept my wits and held my concentration to keep myself and my crewmates hidden in the weave. Another few weeks at sea and I was sorely missing solid ground when we finaly found the location of the sunken library. Negotiations with its keeper left us rather sad, with his duty fulfilled, the Elven protector died in a flash of fire and only his ashes were left. Our return trip to Mistone and then to Hlint was rather sobering, the raising of the Library ment a great deal of lost knowledge, yet the cost was an allience of gods. Not something to trifle with I say.

Alarming news, Blood himself arrived in Hlint along with Milara and exacted a great deal of injury on the city. Not to put the damages lightly, I must say.. by all reports it was as if he was a child in a tempertantrum.

A bit of intrest and good news today, after last weeks attack and all. Gulnyr, myself... and a large Half-Giant by the name of Daggs have gone into partnership. We have already begun producing several items that we will sell. With our abilities combined, I think we can handle any desire that falls on our doorstep... well.. that is to say, as soon as we get one.

[Doc-Holiday]

I must say, it's difficult to start a journal page after such a long absense. Perhapse I should start with the reason for my absense. After my failings in buisness with Gulnyr and Daggs, well... I started to think about my past. My past, a subject I have been... reticent to dwell on, let alone even write abou, yet even now my thoughts are drawn back to what little I have left. Well back to the subject at hand, hardly any thought or consideration of others, I left Hlint to visit the various cities and towns in the surrounding countryside. I have now spent many months venturing from tavern to town listening to stories and rumors.. to... well, to hear anything of my son. The very reason I left home all those years ago. I have heard nothing to date, nor seen anything of him since... well that is for another day I should think. Not to fast you know. A walk is in order I think, first a bit from the tavern kitchen and then a walk.

[Doc-Holiday]

Always a surprise in Hlint I must say. After I returned from my little walk I found a note pressed under the door to my room. A young halfling lass I met the other day had invited me to join her and several others in a dangerous mining trip in the Battle Fens. I accepted immediatly, dare say there is no sense in standing around Hlint all day in a fuss, with that I left for Fort Valensek.

     To my utter surprise my companions were none other than Sir Klaugranique Dragonbane and a Dwarven Cleric of Vorax, whose name escapes me at the moment yet I know him well, terrible thing growing old. As it were, our number grew by one as a young woman by the name of... er.. what was it now... Katia... yes I think that's the one. A little on the odd side I should think, prison time and all, not that I think she was there long though she seems to get a perverse delight in the attention she garners in it's mentioning. It was she who asked the one question I have never been asked, and if it were not for the recent turning of my thoughts to my past I would have easily dodged the question and yet, it struck me as a blow from a giant in the chest. Why, for all my years, do I still adventure? It is an innocent and innocuous question, one that deserves an answer and yet that answer is so very hard to tell.

      I do not make my origins known as it, even to myself, seems incredulous even as I write this my own memory of my past is fadded. I have no solid memory to speak of, only the remembering of what was once remembered. My wife and son are well remembered, a voice in the other room, a soft kiss, the smell of breakfast in my home. Yet I cannot recall the names of cities, or even continents. I know that I was a guardsman for a time, that my family is an old one, that we were well to do, sorcerery was strong in the bloodline, that I was trained by a wizard. Beyond this though, there is little certainty... certainty beyond what was lost, my loss. The reason for my faded memory is not age, but... I think, a natural cause when one leaves ones world and enters another. There are, as I have read, places where the barriers of a world are weak, or broken where one can find ones self... in a way, falling through. I recall now why I fell through, though it was quite by accident... and yet, almost purposeful. That story is for another time as it is... disturbing. It was in this second world where I began to adventure again, out of nessesity. It was from that world that I had the dreams, the calling I suppose it could be said. From there I woke in this world, the nature of being pulled from one world to another, I do not ever wish to experience it again or know any further of it. Dear me... I'm getting melencholy again, terrible form I say... best to keep the stiff upper lip as they say, won't do to go to pieces now. After all, I have purpose... even if it is hidden from me. Perhpase... perhapse it is time I began to brave the past.

[Doc-Holiday]

I have spent the past few days here in Saudiria, a rather hot and dusty town. My little expedition here has proven a boon to my companions, Klaug, Jennara, and that Voraxian Cleric... dash it all... can't remember his name. I dare say that Dwarf is starting to like me, not sure if I would like a Voraxian liking me. That sort of thing gets around in the magely community.

     In the past two day's of silver mining we encountered several cave giants. Rather beastly bunch, foul smelling if you ask me... a bath in rose oil wouldn't cure them. I should say I am not the best with a sword by any means yet I did my best, I met death only once and it was a rather shameful accident. Beradin... that's the cleric's name... Beridin's Oxen... not the brightest of the bunch I say. During a fight with a giant over a chasm the beast blocked my retreat, to save myself from falling over I lept forward, right into the spear of the enemy... terrible lot that. I did manage to put myself back into good graces with everyone when a giant shaman appeared, terrible lout, all covered in strange manner of markings and colours. The fiend struck Klaug with a fireball as I fought another giant. The fiend turned it's magic to me and began to cast, as a fireball raced twords me I threw up a barrier of magic. The spell sparked harmlessly on my shield, I then turned all my energies upon the beast and striped it of all it's power... rending the thing void of it's own magics. Possitivley thrilling I say, rather got my mood up after that, dare say that melencholy mood has left me. Right then, I must return to the others, we leave for Pranzis at dusk.