Entry 1
They were World Walkers, mom and dad. Wandering druidic followers of Desna. From what I remember of their stories, they made a pilgrimage to the Wreath of Stars to witness a lunar eclipse after hearing rumors that it was an ancient shrine to Mother Moon. What they found was a ramshackle settlement swarming with mad cultists and evil fey. They barely escaped with their lives... Afterwards they fled north to a small settlement deep within the Fangwood Forest where I was born. We were quite happy there, but they always complained about horrible nightmares of a winged creature of pure darkness with a heart of living flame. Over the years they became more and more paranoid, until one day that paranoia manifested itself in the most horrific way: The Darkblight.
It overtook our small village and corrupted fey ravaged our camp. I blindly fled south and shortly thereafter darkness took me… I woke in a thatched roof hut and I could only see out of one eye. My hands immediately went to my face and the sudden movement sent my head spinning. I felt the rough bandages wrapped around my head. An unfamiliar woman told me that I had contracted some sort of fungal disease, and that through sheer luck she was able to save me. I would make a full recovery, but the wound leave a scar, and it did. Sometimes it burns and I know that someplace, the Blight has consumed more of the Fangwood. It terrifies me. Sometimes it feels like they’re right around the corner, closing in. Like they’ve been searching for me - to finish the task it started long ago.
The woman was Androssana. She had been on an expedition researching the blight and by the grace of Lady Luck she stumbled across my body. She brought me to her home, Acorn’s Rest, a druid enclave on the southern side of the Marideth. Androssana is a great woman - her passion for her cause is infectious - and so it was that I decided to stay in Acorn’s Rest and build a life here. I remain close friends with Andy (she’d kill me if she knew I was using that name) to this day.
But that’s enough reminiscing. For now I’ve got to escort a caravan of goods (mostly feathers, thread, hides and the like) west to Phaendar for the Market Festival. I’ve been to the festival a handful of times and always enjoy the company of the simple folk there. I’ve been working hard here and could use the break. The caravan leaves in the morning, so I should get some sleep. If I find the time, I will write again once I reach Phaendar. Until then.
