Calistra's Journal - Expedition Narfell



  • Entry 6

    There is much to recall and record. It seems my efforts to alter my connection with the goddess has been successful, as my summoning powers feel more potent. I feel renewed! The goddess has granted me this request, now I must find ways to press her will on the lands or face her wrath alone.

    It seems during my time of focus with the goddess, some of my contacts within Narfell have moved on. There have been no signs of Ahnla, Seraphina nor Lady Villia lately, so I will continue to press on without them, as they were only means to an end thus far. I start anew around Peltarch... I must test out my strengthened powers and put them to the test.

    a few days later Entry 7
    I write this from my room in the Mermaid Inn, recovering from wounds and soreness I do not remember receiving. Memories are hazy at best so I must write what I remember for fear of losing them. I remember entering the Peltarch fountain circle and running into Thau'lira, the ever-watchful guard of that circle. We spoke of High Hold and I implored her to act as my guide to this region, as I tire of the Peltarch and Norwick hinterlands!

    After my conversation, I can remember leaving Peltarch and the rush of exhilaration of felling one of those putrid hill giants! Oh, what a high! Looking back, with a smug look, at those Peltarch guard hiding behind their barricades! HA HA! This I remember so clearly! An accomplishment to praise the cold goddess and the gifts she's bestowed on me! Then... I awake... in pain, lying outside the Peltarch walls with a woman tending to me. Xiulan was her name, and quite a capable healer. She set my wounds, was attentive until I was able to make it back to the Mermaid inn to further recover, with the waitstaff bringing me hearty stew and drink.

    Feeling a bit of my stamina back, I ventured to the Norwick farmlands for their weekly skills tournament. It had been sometime since I last appeared there. I find it to be time well spent to find out about others in these communities; to see who shuns the Frostmaiden, or who will at least tolerate a faithful around. Why at this last meeting, this very topic came up! Seems, a priestess of Chauntea and daughter of some commander had taken notice of my snowflake pendant. Esmeralda was her name, and she was pleasant in our first meeting. Time will tell with this one. I've seen many of Chauntea's clerics turn on me. Another was a mysterious one to note was, Meadow, the winner of the archery skills this night. Not one to give or show outwardly much like myself. And then an outwardly enthusiastic woman Amanda, who was in possession of an armor piece made for an Aurilian faithful! My first piece of evidence from these lands! This gives hope than my travels this far west was not made in vain. What else is out there? Oh I must find out what roads lead out of Peltarch. I know not the dangers beyond these towns yet... must find a guide.

    One final note... at the end of the skills tournament, those that participated sat around and gave some fire-side stories. Meadow and I declined, but to hear Esmeralda and Amanda's stories? Oh, how our environments shape us, and how different our experiences can be. Though entertaining stories, I know not these joys... or they are so long ago before the pilgrimage that I cannot recall...



  • Entry 5 - Setbacks and Defense of Peltarch

    I attempted to explore further beyond Peltarch and found myself out beyond the Cerulean stronghold and along the Icelace coast. Soon I was discovered and cornered by bandits and their wild beasts. I remember being carved up by the bandit's pet... the blood, the pain... oh the pain. It was then I knew my goddess had left me for my own suffering. No cold wind to numb the pain, the Frostmaiden had turned her back on me and left me to feel every cut and bite until the darkness overtook me.

    Next, I knew I had awakened back in Peltarch... but... I felt weakened, diminished in power. She has not noticed me!... she has not yet deemed me worthy! Her cruelty towards me must be a test. I've much to prove. Preservation is key. I must take better care.

    Sitting in the city center, I was reassessing my situation when I heard a City Guardsman yelling and rushing about a commotion outside the south gate. Myself and several other adventurers rushed out of the city to investigate. There in the farmlands, a lone dwarven warrior was fending off a swarm of kuo toan's! We rushed in to bring reinforcements as wave after wave of these creatures poured out of their burrowed holes.

    Once the holes were filled in and the kuo toan stragglers were killed off, a pack of gnolls decided to launch a sneak attack raid in all the confusion. Our group was able to track them down at the Witch and Seer inn. We were just in time to save the outdoor bartender, the poor sod, as two hungry gnolls had pounced upon him. A round of dwarven brew was given as thanks... better than nothing I suppose.



  • Entry 4 - Progression

    Explorations of new swamps, sewers, and forests give promise for future gains in exploration in the north. I continue to poke and prod, seeking knowledge of those familiar with the northern reaches of the territory. I beginning to make connections... finding those useful and those resistant.

    Lady Vilia and I have struck up a working agreement that has been working to both our benefits so far. It's been noted that she seems to be someone to keep close and work with. So far, she has introduced me to a stuck-up elf who seemed to be the first since my arrival in Peltarch to put up a resistance to me being a follower of the Frostmaiden. This elf, Ravy?... I don't recall his name... unimportant as of now... according to Vilia has knowledge of the north. The conversation was mostly in elvish, which I tuned out, except for his attempts at a few frosty snipes towards me. But he has been noted... something to pursue later.

    Ahnla, the ranger, is another to note upon. Useful for finding the useful trinkets to sell in town for coin and more importantly carrying it. He seems to tolerate me so far as an exploration companion. Not one quick to shun.

    And ho! An open praise to the Frostmaiden... from a dwarf no less! It has been so long since I've heard those words from another. This dwarf, Dozer of clan Mantleborne, makes it sound his clan halls are in the north and dare not incur the Frostmaiden's wrath.

    Only patience, endurance, must be used to see where this all leads. Perhaps I can begin to trickle the trail of water...



  • Entry 3

    Awakened again in Oscura, with the dark figure of Seraphina looming over me. I am grateful for her coming to my rescue once again, however it makes me weak in the Frostmaiden's eyes. I fear of becoming to indebted to another. Must act smarter.



  • Entry 2
    It has been sometime since I've used a bow, not since I've left home. Seems like I've lost a step as a hunter while travelling east. So I've bought a bow from the local fletcher in Peltarch, and looking to find some easy targets to relearn. Found myself joining some other adventurers on my way to the Kobold marshes.

    • Bron - a dwarven brawler
    • Vilia - an elven warrior
    • Ahnla - an archer

    With this party I finally was able to venture into the hill giants' territory to see the actual threat outside Peltarch. The larger targets was helpful with getting used to having a bow in my hand again. Gathered some good coin, much needed coin from them.
    Next we explored an underground maze near Oscura, filled with ettins. More archery practice on large targets. More coin. I must begin to stockpile supplies for an eventual trip to the northern reaches. A good day, made more coin, made more acquaintances for further exploration, spread the word further that a follower of the Frostmaiden is in Narfell.

    The following day
    Out today picking off goblins and gathering pelts for some leatherworking. Found a secret sandy cove outside Peltarch... I wonder what is down here? A shrine to Eldath, and empty chest, and I hear some footsteps in the sand coming this wa (the writing abruptly ends)