It has been an interesting day to say the least. I was reminded immediately upon waking why I do not often drink heavily. I apparently passed out in a chair by the bar fireplace. Elliphany was the one who woke me, and I was immediately sick all over the floor, and only afterwards noticed the bucket placed next to the chair. My stomach managed to empty itself a couple more time before I felt able to move about much.
Elliphany went to check the town library and found it rather lacking, and upon her return to the inn we decided that we would have to head towards Ambrovere. By this time, neither of us had seen Das, and Elliphany mentioned that he seemed to have had a rougher time than I last night. (I only can recall events to what was apparently about halfway through the drinking contest, and nothing afterwards.) The barkeep told us that our Eladrin friend had been taken to the town healer, and we thanked him and headed there only to find him with severe alcohol poisoning.
We left Lagnare without him, and plan to return for him once our business in Ambrovere is concluded.
An old woman followed us out of the city, throwing rotten onions at me and cursing the Raven Queen, calling me a great evil that has been sent upon the land. While true the words were born of ignorance and fear, and the foolish will see what they want to see instead of what is, I would be lying if I said her words did not get under my scales a little. They always do.
A great fissure has opened across the land, a tangible result of the earthquake we caused. The land is broken.
Sometime after mid day, we caught sight of a fortified settlement in the forest that seemed to be under attack. At first, we thought it best not to get involved and attempted to skirt around the place through the forest, but we were spotted by a small child in the fortress tower, who began trying to wave us down. That combined with our observation that the attack seemed to have been spurred by a rift in the wall created by the fissure, convinced us to ride down to help.
Bugbears are ugly and cruel, and Dire Apes hit like Dwarven Ale, but neither are immortal, and a hard won victory earned us more than we bargained for. The people of the small settlement were so grateful for our assistance that not only did they feed us and put a roof over our heads for the night, they offered to blood-bind one of their warriors into our service. His full name is difficult to pronounce and I’ve no idea of the spelling of it, but he’s said to call him Barv, so that’s what it shall be. He seems a fierce warrior, having held his own against the bugbears and apes, but I haven’t spoken with him enough to be able to comment on his person.
It’s late and I should be sleeping already, we leave the settlement at dawn with our new companion in tow, and shall try not to tarry overlong for the remainder of this trip. There seems an odd sense of urgency about us, though I could not begin to guess the reason.