30th of Tarsakh, 299 ADW
I set out tomorrow from Storm Port, where I have been making my home, on my journey towards the Freehold of Dragon Breath. I chose the holiday of Greengrass to make my start not without forethought. The day is a celebration of the return of life to the world, and I hope it will be the start of my return to a life in this world. The journey will be long, but I hope enlightening. I have packed my supplies onto my trusty horse Urko and said my goodbyes. I know not whether I will return here one day.
3rd of Mirtul, 299 ADW
I arrived in Raiden late last night. The journey was uneventful. It has been some time since I set out on a ride like this, and my body feels it. Nothing that wine does not fix. I plan to gather supplies today and head out at first light for Dalyn.
6th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
I arrived in Dalyn this evening. The trip through the Greybarrow Forrest was more difficult than anticipated due to a sudden sleet storm. This is not uncommon this time of year, but it makes for a cold and miserable journey.
20th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
I have arrived at the western bank of the Rhil River. I have decided not to make the crossing here to Karith as the melting snow from the Dragon Fire Mountains has swelled the waters and has made crossing treacherous. I ran into a caravan camped here and will journey with them down towards Erdun where hopefully the crossing will be easier. It is good to have company.
24th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
I travelled with the caravan to the river crossing 12 miles north of Erdun. There we parted ways as they headed back north to Karith. I arrived in Erdun without incident. It is good to rest and prepare for the arduous journey that lies ahead. I plan to make my way along the River of Embers to Blade. I will be following the water, but The Burning Lands are not to be trifled with.
26th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
I have been following the river for 2 days now. I expect to reach Blade in another 3, but I can see a sandstorm blowing in the distance. I hope it stays out of my path until I reach the city, otherwise things could get ugly.
27th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
The wind changed suddenly last night and the sandstorm hit with ferocity. The sands swallowed me up. I managed to wander my way to a small cave to wait out the storm.
29th of Mirtul, 299 ADW
It is the end of the third day is this cursed cave. The storm has not stopped. The world outside my shelter is a brown and dusty haze. Lightning flashes in the brown mass as the wind howls and blows the sand.
2nd of Kythorn, 299 ADW
The storm has abated somewhat, I managed to find my way to the river for fresh water. My food is running short though. I have some memory of the fierceness of the Burning Winds from crossing the sands as a youth, but I could not have imagined this. It has been raging for 5 days now. I fear if it keeps up, I may not make it.
6th of Kythorn, 299 ADW
My world is this cave. Outside the storm rages on. The sands scour the surface of the rock…grit everywhere. I ran out of food days ago. Last night the lightning strikes were stronger and closer than ever. Urko bolted…I am completely alone…
Sand…everywhere is sand…rending my flesh…filling my clothes, my mouth. I fear the world is gone and sand is all that is left…What mad gods made this desert? What evil drives these winds…perhaps this is my final penance…my final curse. [[File:638464 | class=media-item-align-right| 250×291px | tumblr_mquav3DABE1qimp33o1_500.png]]
The cave has partially collapsed…tunnels lead off into the dark…I dare not follow them. A skeletal figure leers out of the darkness…dead…this cave is a tomb already. It may be one again. I found strange pieces of parchment with odd writing…a lightning flash reveals a map, but not of this cave, and a letter. I cannot read it… Water…I need water. This storm will be my doom.
10th of Kythorn, 299 ADW
The storm ended some time last night. I managed to dig my way out of the cave and when I emerged I saw a very different landscape. The sands have vastly changed, reshaped by the howling winds. There are batches of black glass where the lightning struck. I found Urko not far off. He must have fallen and broken his leg. He did not survive the exposure to the sands. I must continue on by foot. At least now my food shortage is no longer a problem…
15th of Kythorn, 299 ADW
I have finally arrived at the city of Blade. I will be staying a few days to recuperate. The city is large and busy. Many of the winding streets are clogged with vendor stalls and the noise of commerce. The Siod Bazzar is awash with colour. Spices, fabrics, trade goods from all over the nine kingdoms. It is truly a wonder.
29th of Kythorn, 299 ADW
After a period of recuperation, and after working odd jobs to resupply myself, I have set out for Banishaan. I am hoping this leg of the journey goes better than the last.
6th of Flamerule, 299 ADW
I have arrived in Banishaan unscathed. The city is a marvel in it’s simplicity. Not as large as the capital city of Blade, Banishaan is still a hub of trade. The buildings are all low and made of a white stone that helps keep the oppressive heat of the desert at bay. I remember travelling through here as a boy and marvelling at the exotic culture of the place. The language spoken in Thade is quick and sharp and is punctuated by harsh noises made in the back of the throat. It always fascinated me as a boy.
16th of Flamerule, 299 ADW
I have managed to make my way west to Tinath. It is a dirty city in Cantrev Maddoc. The slave trade reigns supreme here. It is a filthy practice, the trading of men and women as if they were goods. It is not my place to put a stop to it. People are a valid commodity in Thade.
27th of Flamerule, 299 ADW
I have made my way out of the desert just in time. The heat of Highsun approaches just as I have reached the Goldcrest Mountains. I am glad to have the taste of sand out of my mouth. Arlom is a humble mining village. It’s people are of a good nature, and have welcomed me in. Apparently the Brotherhood has not been entirely forgotten.
29th of Flamerule, 299 ADW
I have been told by several people in Arlom that the orcs of the Prydell Forrest have been becoming more brazen. They have started attacking the mining camps nearby and the townsfolk fear that their small village will be next. I have agreed to stay on to help build up the town’s defences and to train it’s citizens in basic defence. Hopefully it will be enough to keep them safe until the High King of Valis can send troops to deal with the orc hordes for good.
Midsummer, 299 ADW
I have joined the townsfolk of Arlom in their celebration of the festival of Midsummer. It is good to be among such pleasant people. The town has decorated in the traditional way with garlands of flowers and a maypole in the town centre. It will be a merry time!
2nd Elesias, 299 ADW
The merriment of the midsummer holiday has subsided and been cut short by a horrible discovery. A mining camp made up of men of Arlom has been slaughtered by the orcs. When the miners did not return for the festival a search party was sent out. The miners were found slaughtered, their corpses tied to trees in the Blood Eagle. It is a gruesome way to die. I feel I must help these people else they be driven off by the orcs.
5th Elesias, 299 ADW
I have the miners working hard to shore up their defences. Crude weapons have been manufactured and the townsfolk are practising in their use. I fear what will happen if the orcs attack. It feels good to be of use again, but I am saddened that it is for such a dark purpose.
12th Elesias, 299 ADW
The Orcs struck the town last night…