Date: 2 Julie 2025
Chronicle Day: Day 95
Abercrombie’s recollection, frae the edge o’ the woods and the edge o’ the veil.
After the goblin skirmish, we gathered spoils:
- 7 daggers, plain but serviceable
- 7 crossbows, worn but workable
Throsh and I heard howls in the distance—some high and wild, others deep and unnatural.
We took a long rest. The artificers worked their craft, fashionin’ new gear. But the howls returned, louder this time.
Then came the attack:
- 6 wolves, snarlin’ and swift
- 2 dire wolves, massive and cruel
Kazimar cracked their secret—they dinnae like havin’ heads. He struck true, critically hittin’ 3–4 times, and decapitated them.
We were victorious. Claimed 2 pairs o’ dire wolf ears for the tally.
Then Kazimar’s axe transformed—twistin’ into a trident. One o’ the runes flashed bright.
Glynn inspected it, but found nae new knowledge.
But the woods held more.
A gnoll came upon us—brutal, fast, and merciless.
We were defeated, though stable. All but three.
- I clung tae life—1hp, barely breathin’
- Glynn and Cat… they passed.
Their spirits crossed into the Astral Planes, leavin’ silence in their wake.
“The howls came. The runes flared. And the veil thinned. We walk on, but fewer now.”
