24th Mirtul: 
It has been raining off an on for three days straight.   Found this blank book at the market today, spent my last few coppers on it and figured I'd write a few lines each day to let any children I may spawn know of my exploits or at least for someone to know that I once breathed the sweet air of Faerun.  We (I mean me and some of the local youth) have gotten a prospect at a job and we go to see the mage Gaard in his tower tomorrow morn...he is allegedly a Harper.  Gaard's stooge Harthar had came to the Fallen Tower Tavern, here in Neverwinter with the offer...I hope it is a profitable venture as I don't wish to be drinking the Neverwinter Coastalbrau swill any more...

As is the custom (as I recall from stories of youth) I burned the cottage in which my adopted father Winson and I stayed...I will not be returning and he will not be in need of it since his departure to the realm of the dead.  Kind of a foolish tradition (burning the home) as it seems wasteful but customs are customs.   I played a little tune for my departed step-father as his placed burned weather he heard it I do not know but I know that I just don't get the enjoyment out of playing it anymore.  My friends, some mere aquatints are young as am I so I am a bit apprehensive about the whole thing...we should at least have an experienced leader.  We have decided to call ourselves the Unknowns...this against my better judgment because as names label you and give enemies ways to track you.  Alas it seems to be Gaards wish and we are in desperate need of a charter, so the Unknowns it is...I too must label myself, as there are other Lucretia's in all of Faerun and though I am not born of Neverwinter it has been my home.

I will sign here, Lucretia of Neverwinter

25th Mirtul:
It is drizzling again...On the way to Gaard's place,  I made a slight mistake and grabbed a bit of weed to chew on along my stroll through the City of Skilled hands...it began to hit me as I came upon the Whitewater promenade, not far from the lavish abode of the Wizard. (OOC:I tried to make up for what I felt was some crazy posting in the beginning by Luc's first PC...playing of the Lute and dancing with a cat as well as some of the other things...it's just how I'm rationalizing his actions and fitting them to be more of the way I play Luc...basically so the story flows) I mention this because my temperament was a bit out of sorts the whole day, and I have chosen to not chew upon unknown weeds again, as well I have also decided to perhaps leave my lute in my backpack for the remainder of the journey.   To make a long story short we were employed by Gaard through no help from me...Our price to carry some "Unimpressive blue stones" to the High Mages of Siliverymoon, one of witch is the Lady Alestriel...is 25 Golden Dragons, and old Dwarven Coin a weeks worth of rations and one of Longsaddle's best. Seems some Dwarves found the stones and all the mages and dwarves in all of Faerun (except for the one's in Siliverymoon) can tell what they are...I personally don't care to much about the stones...but there are two groups that left in the last two days that also carry stones...if we beat them to Siliverymoon...we get extra coin, so we left post haste...I actually write this in the hamlet of Thundertree...we signed up with a small group of folks (three actually) who call themselves the Lucky Pears (Gavert, Lise and Kibbit) who are carrying Waterclocks for resale further down the line...I had suggested going with a larger group of Dwarves who were going all the way to Siliverymoon, but no one really paid attention to me...I just don't like these three...even after the effects of the weed had wore off, they boast more then I do. 

I acted a fool in several ways today, mouthing off at Gaard and getting my ass frozen by some spell and dancing with Cleo's blasted cat, by the Gods what got into me...well I should be better behaved from hear on out...my companions have shown remarkable restraint.  I gave 15 of the original gold I got to Milo (our unelected leader) to buy a staff of some magical power from a guy calling himself Minnerl...I was against it at first but the others talked me into it, I guess it's for the good of the party.  I remember Gaard mentioning all sorts of creatures and hazards we will run into along the road...I don't think we should though...he mentioned Orcs, Dragons, barbarians, trolls as well as Zent agents and members of some Dragon Cult...I think orks will be our only problem and possibly trolls...Dragons, you've got to be kidding.  I wonder if he was hinting at some other parties that may be interested in our "Unremarkable Blue Stones"...I suppose I should have asked those questions.

I will sign here, Lucretia of Neverwinter

OOC: Notable quote from Luc on the 25th of Mirtul as spoke to Herod his friend and a priest of Tempus about purchase of a staff from a sick necromancer named Minnerl "If you think it will help you then fine. But don't ask me to pitch in to help you buy a worthless stick."

***Other entries to be back-filled here!***

13th Kythorn:
Very busy day...we ran into Mansoon with his black Dragon, I would love to go into detail about the beast but I dam near soiled my armor and ran from the scene as quickly as my legs would carry me, I feel happy just to be able to recount the tail. Mansoon (some powerful mage) took Söggrin, to his home in Zentil Keep, or as I would call it "his lair" since all evil things live in lairs not homes. While Mansoon was stealing Söggrin, Von Fedel showed back up riding some kind of wooden horse...Mansoon left leaving VF to us...and dropping off a bag of gold for our troubles...we captured VF, but just as we were securing him a group of Dragon Cult members approached (A female mage, half breed priest and two warriors not of the north (Easterners I think)...after a little chat they attacked us.

We were nearly defeated (I was wounded and struck with a spell that drained me) but unknown allies showed up...some sort of Dragonmen. I'm betting they are fierce enemies as they fought fiercely...the Cultist killed many of the minor Dragonmen but were all taken by lighting thrown from the much larger leader. Does this have anything to do with our mission? I'm not sure...could be that the Dragon Cult wants the stones to assist in their battle with the Dragonmen, but I do not know. I claimed the dead Mage's ring and robe after the battle...the ring fits nicely on my pinky.

That evening we met with a caravan carrying wool from Nesme...seems to be a nice enough group and we made camp at a sight near a fork in the Goblintide. We found four bodies who were slain maybe a day or so before, one was a female spell caster who still had her book...we assumed Barbarians killed them as spell books are valuable items though barbarians wouldn't't dare touch one. After looking at some of my booty from our encounters I noticed that there were human teeth on the necklace I acquired the other day...the bodies were missing teeth, so it is my guess that it was the same group of barbarians that we fought the other day...or at least the same tribe. Seems some barbarians take the scalps of their victims and some the teeth, fingers or what ever. Awful when you think about it, but it's as a custom to their tribes as removing your shoes before entering a home is to civilized folks...I can't help but wonder if Söggrin and the barbarians are tied up in this mess with the stones as well...either way I miss her already, I had thoughts of trying to rescue her but this Mansoon guy seems to be a powerful man, he can surly provide for the girl and that is more then some women get...hell I think he will be tossing her out soon enough any how...she will never bed him.

Found some useful items in the dead witches robe...some perils, a gem, a crystal that reflects light, a whistle, a small drum, and this real strange bottle that has blood...it changes color from one type of blood to the other and actually grows and shrinks in size...I think it very valuable. I'm on watch with Serena, this hot looking priestess who travels with the wool caravan and the buffoon Yvandel...well he was OK today, tried to help me with some stuff, but still I feel he has the luck of Tymora just to be still drawing breaths after these few weeks. Serena made some promises after the battle with the cultist so I'm looking forward to bedding her when we get to town...it's about the only thing I can think of since...

Closing again, Lucretia of Neverwinter.

Kythorn 19
Well we left the remaining Gnome Rolfr to his Wonderboat…floating back from wince we came. I don’t know how the little guy could recover so fast after loosing a brother…I sit here in the trollmores hoping not to run into a troll…I just have a bad feeling about the place, it’s cold and wet and there is nothing here to build a decent fire with. <Note: When going to the trollmores on vacation, bring wood!> I suggested pressing on thought the others said no…anyway just a little while ago, Ceely, Yvandel and Milo all got stuck by a blood sucking bush…the damm thing moved on it’s own and would have sucked the life out of them if we were not here…anyway, I’ve cut up some of the branches of the dead plant…it could come in handy or prehaps I could sell it to a plant guy. Actually these plants could be used to combat the regenerating trolls…if we are caught without fire. Serena is ordering me about again telling me to get my exploding fires ready…shit she wouldn’t touch them a few days ago now she all about them…the fairer sex who can figure them? Anyway, I’m going to get what rest I can…we are only two days from Siliverymoon…though we are on the wrong side of the river…it just never ends. I sign here Lucretia of Neverwinter

OOC: Notable quote from Luc on the this day "Damm wet and miserable here if you ask me." "I'm kind of tired but would actually rather press on then hang around here...dark or not."

Kythorn 20
Well I write this in the confines Khiezar Dalan…which we seemed to have by some mystic chance or what I feel is destiny found. Couldn’t have come at a better time…when I left off last…we were bedded down for the night and I remind you that I wanted to leave!...well we were taking care not to get caught up by those dammed walking blood sucking plants…I think I’ll call them Suckerbushes..since they suck and I feel for any sorry suckers who get caught by them…anyway we had to tear ass out of there as we were beset by an ass load of trolls…I was suprised at myself as I seem to have a knack for cleaving their heads as I cleanly cut three of the bastards heads from there shoulder…I have taken to calling my bastard sword "Troll Cleaver" and think I will pick up the name myself as I it will speak volumes of my fighting poweress each time I speak my name…yes Lucretia Trollcleaver of Neverwinter…anyway we still had to hall ass out of there…Milo shouting "Eat more Longsaddle beef" and waxing several score of the beasts with his staff’s small yet powerful fireballs. We crossed the river on a makeshift bridge that we tore down just in time…one of the beasts did manage to gnaw on my arm…and I took severl other wounds from the green beasts...even Thunderbolt was wounded…No shit, he charged a troll as I speared it during our escape…that is one sweet horse ... worth his weight if you ask me.

On the other side of the river a group of barbarians (Sky Ponies…I found out later) had set an ambush…we found it out and by passed it. Took us off course and actually led us straight to Khiezar Dalan...the place mentioned a few pages back, anyway, I feel my destiny lies somewhere in these caverns…the hair on my arms sticks up just thinking about it.

Well the Sky ponies tracked us and arrived shortly after Larz discovered that the door we found at the back of the cave led to where I now sit…we also found a secret door which opened to a passage where ork voices could be heard. Anyway some dumb ass left the horses outside and I felt I owed it to Thunderbolt to try and get him back…besides we need a pack mule to search KD and bring back all the treasure right…well I get an arrow in my shoulder and three in my back for my trouble…Merrell paid them back hitting Jerek (their leader) in the chest with a lighting bolt…he used one at the bridge too…hell of a lot of noise…anyway we ducked back in here, the guys healed me up and we let the orks and Sky Ponies punch it out…Larz and Merrell helped my ass quite a bit today and I own them both…Milo as well was shit hot with that staff…if he didn’t have it I’m have not doughts that I would be eaten, processed and falling out some trolls ass in a steaming pile about now. Also, Cleo’s dog Dodger or Dodg…has come in handy even for a pup...little shit can smell a troll a mile off. Lastly I learned a Uthgaric curse today…Bhanthorh…something Cleo said…means useless sack of rice. Don’t know when if ever I’ll use it but it makes for good small talk at the bar.

I sign here the first time as Lucretia "Trollcleaver" of Neverwinter

Kythorn 21st
Well I write this and I’m soaked all the way down to my ball sack…pulled the last watch yet again and my shoulder is sore as all get out…this morning we awoke and left the security of the to be opened by dwarf only door behind and found that the barbarians had lost the battle with the orks as their were bodies everywhere and they were all barbarians…well after much discussion we decided to leave Khiezar Dalan for another day…I told them that I felt that our quest was tied to what lied beyond that door…Khiezar Dalan had to be tied to it some way…anyway I was over ruled <yet again> by everyone but good old Larz…he said he would come back and check it out with me later…might bring his cousin who lives in Silverymoon with us…A few days back I remember the Harpels talking about this place and if I had more then two rocks rolling around upstairs I might be able to put all the pieces together and explain why we will be coming back this way but the only reason I have is that it feels as if it is what is destine to be done…it’s destiny I can feel it...there go my hairs again. I’ve always had a way of telling when destiny was knocking…these guys just don’t want to listen. Even when old Thunderbolt showed back up…yes I got him back anyway...he showed with one barbarian mare...Come on we killed the barbarian who wouldn’t let me have Thunderbolt with a bolt of lighting…then the only thing not keeping us from going to Khiezar Dalan was a pack animal and low and behold old Thunder turns up…DESTINY I TELL YA! (They still didn’t listen)

Well the reason my shoulder is swore is that around mid-day (I think it was mid-day…it’s been raining pretty much since we left the cave…another sign in my book) and we walked right into a ambush…these large goblin like humanoids with red hair came out from all over the place…Old Merrell the Magnificent let them have it with a lighting bolt and we battled them for a good while…I took a thrown axe to the shoulder and it's smarting even as I write this…though I gave more then I received, I couldn’t lay one of the monster’s low with even two blows of the old troll cleaver. During the walk I started leaving these cheep ass necklaces I took from the guys who came in second place in the Ork-Barbarian match up…as a kind of trail back to the lost city…they are in trees and buried in certain areas (I’ve listed them in the back of the book) so that I can easily follow them back to K.D…I belive Larz has directions on a ruin stone that he got from the Harpel’s in Longsaddle with general directions from the slain dwarven party but I don't read old Dwarf scrach and my trail should let any knuckle head figure out...even me O’ yes the barbarian mare ran away but old Thunderbolt hung tuff…and Yvandel did some nifty color spell that saved our asses against the Giant Red Haired Goblins. Lastly…those Sky ponies make a mean ass poncho, I'd say a smart traderman might do some right profitable business with them....that is if I don't hunt them all down and put their heads on pikes as I promised.

I sign here Lucretia Trollcleaver of Neverwinter

OOC: Notable Lucretia quote..."I feel our entire quest is tied somehow to what is beyond that door?"