I am not one for keeping things to record due to said records being easily turned against their creator, but I feel as if these pages may one day be of benefit rather than hindrance. Not more than a fortnight ago I received a message from the Swordlords of Restov. According to this document, I was now a bearer of a charter that made me an official explorer of a region known as the Greenbelt, an uncivilized area known only for its mystery. Truth be told, I am not certain why the Dragonscale Throne would even have considered me, let alone actually make me a member. Was this some play against me, part of some grand scheme? Were the people who destroyed my Noble House somehow involved? These and many more questions filled my head as I travelled towards a small trading fort along the frontier.
Along my journey I met several other charter-bearers, just like myself. One beastly creature that goes by the name “Junior” was easily the most imposing of my new “comrades.” He has Ogre blood in him for sure, but was not a pure-blood, a fact I was pleased about. Another more unusual character on the road was a Dwarf, Khardram by name and devout by profession. Dour and bearded, he seemed like much of his kin. The most interesting was a Human devout, a knight of some sort for his particular holy order. Cavanaugh, so he calls himself, seems quite noble for a Human but there is something about him that puts me at ill ease; I know I am not the only one who can disguise his true form.
Our small band arrived at Oleg’s trading post before the sun reached its apex. The post itself was quite small; a stable, storehouse, inn, and small market area surrounded by palisades four ways. I would have commented the defences would be most formidable but that would have assumed there would be people to main said defences; I would have assumed wrong. The only souls at this fort were Oleg, whom the post was named after, and his wife Svetlana. Nice and simple folks, but they seemed to have great trouble with the local bandits. Not only did bandits come once a month for “free” items of worth, they also stole Svetlana’s wedding ring. How (un)lucky for us, the next time the bandits were due happened to be the next day. We decided we would wait a night and meet the bandits in the morning. I devised a small plan where we would close the fort doors after the thieves enter so they would be more inclined to treat with us and not run.
The sun came up as normal the following morning. Word went out that the bandits approached, so we all assumed our places. Once the bandits dismounted, the doors to the fort were closed by the Human and the Dwarf. The stupid humans, instead of talking, drew their weapons to fight. Both Junior and Cavanaugh had each slain one before I convinced them to lower their swords and listen to reason. We were able to extract the location of their hidden camp before disposing of them quickly; Junior has taken to collecting their heads. To prove to bounty boards or for personal amusement, I shall hopefully never know. With no time to lose, we leave the trading post for the river to the south; the hidden camp lay at the mouth of said river in the forest.
Our first night in the wilderness was a most disturbing affair. While we slept, we were…interrupted by some creature of magical origin. It might have been more, I am not sure. Junior woke the lot of us up during his watch, myself looking about to find out the source of commotion. I was able to see the faint outline of some insect-like creature before some magics caused the grass to grow and constrict me. These creatures delighted in shiny objects and began to steal our gold coins. After Junior untangled me, I tried to talk with the creatures to have them help us with finding the bandits, but they did not seem to care. The rest of the night, thank the gods, was uneventful.
Two days later we reached the area of the encampment. I scouted ahead of the main group, hoping that my steps would be more quiet than theirs. Unfortunately, crunching leaves make loud noise without cares as to who wore the boots; they heard us, ending any chance of a surprise attack. Cavanaugh was the first to be injured, taking a strong arrow to his person from a hidden enemy. I was able to pin that particular archer down with my own bow while Junior threw himself across the creek where the rest of the bandits were firing from. I killed our local sniper while the half-monster easily killed almost all of the rest, excepting their leader.
A strong human woman with two intricate axes lay bloodied and unconscious on the dirt; Junior wanted to add to his grisly collection but both the Human and I wished to keep her alive. My reasons were different than his; he wanted information while I wished to see how wild she could be whilst off her feet. We stayed the night in the camp after collecting their ill-gotten gains. We did not collect any stragglers, they ran before we could make chase, but we were able to revive the female with help from the dwarf’s divine magic. She went by the name of Kressle and was very strong-headed, but we were able to convince her to join our cause. It was that or death, so I am glad she chose the right way.
It took us a good three days to return to the fort, and I was most thankful to return as the flavor of biscuits was getting old in a fearfully rapid fashion. I was surprised that four guards had been assigned to the forts protection while we were away; the captain, whose name escapes me at the moment, seems capable enough. This little outpost seems to be getting more important by the day.
Cavanaugh, Kressle and the Dwarf decided to do more exploring the next day, but Junior and I decided to stay behind. The demi ogre spent most of his time eating and drinking while I was more concerned with something that has been troubling me. My dreams have become…unstable and I could swear that I was being followed by a something, though I cannot help feel it is of my minds own design. I was comforted when the rest of our party returned from from their small bit of adventuring, but I am still worried. Something is manifesting inside of me and I worry its related to my heritage.