I have filled my old journal and left it with a courier to send back to Heathforge
This new journal shall be named Kan-Ka in honour of a diety i learned about in the southern desert
Written on Fridlen 17th of Hardening
Current focus - Traveling to Fairstead
Traveling south with Trustin Honesty (Dane) and Cedric Tarian(Fred), embarking on a shared quest towards the burgeoning village of Fairstead. Our travels took an interesting turn in Elandriel, where we encountered and old friend of mine Maeve Faemoss (Rizz) Who introduced us to a new friend Zen Nox(Darcey). With our destination aligned, we decided to journey on the road together to Fairstead.While all of my road companions have there own reasons for travel , this is something they have not yet shared with me.
After securing necessary travel supplies and vehicles in Elandriel we set of on our adventure , taking the western road towards Fairstead.
Our travels were not without intrigue. We witnessed the majestic yet terrifying flight of an unknown beast that was later revealed to us to be a manticore, by a band of logging Elves. We spoke and drank with the Sylvian elves before heading south west, the road slowly becoming less and less travelled.
Most unfortunate we happened upon a sorrowful sight in the form of a body floating down the river. It appeared to be a small human man , stripped naked of his clothes , left with nothing but the stab wounds that most likely brought this fate upon him. We set him back into the river after some deliberation as we were unsure the customs of his death and did not want to disturb any rituals or practices.
The true test of our resolve came during one of our nights on the road. We spotted the flicker of a campfire within nearby ruins, suspecting the presence of bandits. Our intuition proved true when one of the thugs, A 'Tyrthlien' (Terrible corrupted Tieflings that roam around apparently taking prisoners) snuck up on the camp and held me at knifepoint. A struggle ensued after attempting to talk my way out of this confrontation yet thankfully being saved by my companion Trusten (His name suits him much more now). The rest of the group skirmished with a few bandits in the trees and managed to capture one alive for inspection and questioning.
The Tyrthlien are much more aggressive looking than Tieflings. Larger horns, more beastial. you can really see their connection to their historical demon blood. Yet the one that I interacted with spoke infernal. Even though I use Infernal as a magical based language i was still able to commune with a natural speaker of it, most interesting. I also was able to claim and inspect the daggers of the one who attacked me. I would love to have the time to investigate more Tyrthlien fabrication and smithing techniques.
The bandits have a few left at their camp and also have some prisioners. Cedric and our new friend Zen are going to deliver the bandits to justice with righteous fury. I will be partaking in said justice but hopefully this time i will NOT be so close to the battle. Hopefully i can gather more information about these terrifying warriors.
I do hope this is only a localised issue and not going to cause trouble to us in Fairstead.