As our party sets out on this journey to The Stolen Lands I can’t help but worry about our party’s future. The only thing that binds us is a small piece of parchment and a far off power… Nevertheless, I begin this log hopeful for the future, and ready to document our adventure’s beginning.
We have received a charter from the Swordlords of Restov, giving us all authority and power to stamp a claim on this area known as the Stolen Lands. Our path from Restov to our points of contact, Oleg and Svetlana Leveton was, surprisingly free of any danger, nor intellectual discovery.
Upon arrival, they informed us of a group of bandits that had been exploiting the trading post and stealing goods and resources. The group quickly decided upon a trap to entangle the bandits and it functioned fairly smooth.
Three of our party members, [Tim, Becca, and Logan], began to interrogate the bandits. After rather brutish behavior from Tim and Becca and an exceptionally long amount of banter from Logan, some information was gained from the bandits. A plan was then set in place to invade the nearby bandit camp, for fear of an impending retaliation.
Again, I find myself in a crux, I could continue with what often appears to be a group of brutish adventurers, or return to a calm, warm room and my books. The student that resides within me says to return to safety, but the intellectual that resides within me believes a plethora of knowledge is still to be gained from this endeavor. So for now, I will continue with the group.
May this be an endeavor for peace and knowledge,