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The Journal of Leckith Oakenhair
I arrived in Sundren early yesterday as the spirits commanded, but my purpose here is as yet unclear. The voices are very specific however, I must wait at the camp near the "Spittles" for allies to aid me, then rid the world of "The Chief" whom I can only assume is some large goblin.
Since my arrival, I have had little contact with anyone, a generous helper whose name escapes me aided me a single sweep through the hills, causing the spirits to stir excitedly as I neared the cave-mouth where I am sure the chief resides, ushering me onwards through my wounds. These "Spittles" as they are referred to are fearsome goblins, no ordinary scum. Often the two of us would be hard pressed by a mere 3 of them, being forced to exhaust all my spells and his in a single battle. Sylvanus obviously has plans for me however, as I am still here and fighting. I hope today will bring me better luck in finding a group to adventure with.
Sylvanus Protects.
Since my arrival, I have had little contact with anyone, a generous helper whose name escapes me aided me a single sweep through the hills, causing the spirits to stir excitedly as I neared the cave-mouth where I am sure the chief resides, ushering me onwards through my wounds. These "Spittles" as they are referred to are fearsome goblins, no ordinary scum. Often the two of us would be hard pressed by a mere 3 of them, being forced to exhaust all my spells and his in a single battle. Sylvanus obviously has plans for me however, as I am still here and fighting. I hope today will bring me better luck in finding a group to adventure with.
Sylvanus Protects.