Ah, cool, I can post now. (I’m gonna do journals regardless since I’m the journal keeper of the group and it’s fun, but I want to make sure everyone else has a chance to post as well. Unless I’m broke at some point, then I’ll snipe it.)
Session 2 Journal
The Taguel that stole my oregano got away. Before I did a bit of shopping, I asked around to see if anybody knew of him. Despite our good sale, it would seem that the Taguel aren’t inclined to sell out one of their own. Fair enough, I suppose tomorrow’s meal will have to go without it then. Next time I’m by I’ll have to keep a lookout for that tawny-haired Taguel.
At dinner, I did a bit of research into Taguel foods. They’re vegetarians, of course, but it would seem seafood is a local delicacy. I’ll have to remember that next time we’re through here.
Note to self: Seaweed Recipes. Soup, maybe?
7th of Forta, 1107
It’s a windy day today. Travel was tough, especially on Ryyan, who tripped over a root. Then he fell down a hill. Through many, many thorn bushes. Then he climbed back up through them, which wasn’t as
bad. Except there were thorns in his hands, which didn’t help. We got him patched up, and upon looking at the thorns it didn’t seem like I could use them for anything.
There’s some thorn bush you can grind down until its just a little ball. Goes great with salads. Not thorn bush thorns, though. They’re tasteless. And pointy.
We didn’t travel very far, unfortunately, and we had to set up camp sooner than we’d liked. After a nice meal, we were all prepared to go to sleep when a woman approached our camp. She was bruised and burned, but could walk surprisingly well. Her name is Anabelle, and she’s from the Flamewrought Vigil in the northwest. On her way, she was attacked by boars. I’ll probably set up a quick trap in case any decide to wander in overnight.
7th of Forta, 1107 (Continued.)
As it turned out, they’d already approached. In the woods. Very, very close to where I was heading. Thankfully, my comrades had my back so that I wasn’t gored by angry boars. Koal and Anabelle seemed to be pretty competitive, and they kinda made short work of the beasts. Very, very short work. Thanks to their brutality, (and my lack of knowledge of boar bioilogy,) I wasn’t able to get much off of them. Ah well, at least somebody will enjoy some boar steaks, even if I won’t have any. 
8th of Forta, 1107
Had a weird dream last night. It’s one of those where I was trying to approach something, but never got any closer to it. In this case, it was a chest. I must have treasure on the brain. Ah well.
We said our goodbyes to Anabelle, as she was delving into some nearby ruins on her own. While the wind was still pretty bad, our journey saw a new sort of peril. Traveling along the river, we started to feel some static. And as we went along, it only became worse. Finally, we arrived at a bridge battle between some ETE jerks and a couple of rat people, (and thankfully, I wasn’t the only person in the party who didn’t know that rat people existed.) Admittedly, while we all wanted to help, none of us were entirely sure as to how well we’d fare against soldiers of their caliber; they matched our numbers, and were all distinct and varied warriors. But the strangest thing happened; the bridge just collapsed out of nowhere, sending two of the soldiers down the river to the fairies’ mercy. I could have sworn I saw a nearby bird’s eyes glow for a second, (and the bird itself seems familiar, though my companions don’t know what I’m talking about. Maybe I’m imagining things?) But perhaps the bridge was just old and collapsed beneath the weight of the struggle. We took out the other two ETE soldiers, (I tossed some soap under a blinded man,) and the rat people ran off. The younger of the two was more kind to us, even though his companion doesn’t trust humans. The former gave us his name, but it seems to have slipped my mind. If we meet again like he’d hoped, things may be awkward.
As the day neared its end, we reached the border to the Sunset Centinel territory. I had heard its guardians were both old and very strong, but uh… those were some buff grannies. They were nice enough, and we passed without incident. (Agitha was the name of the lead guard. I’m not the hardiest person in the first place, but if she punched me I would die.) We’ve set up camp in front of our
destination, so tomorrow we’ll see if this map really does lead somewhere special. Strange tiny girl, don’t fail us now.
9th of Forta, 1107
We had a nice breakfast and entered the cave, all in a fairly good condition. We found a hidden passage, and in it was a small room peppered with flowers and lavender. I took the lavender, of course, and Deneb took both, (I’ll have to ask her if those flowers would go well as a salad garnish.) There was also a skeleton of what we assume was a rat person Nihmish, (Ryyan is quite insistent about the name,) holding a compass. Koal took it and guided us deeper into the cavern.
We came across a river not long after. I thought it was nice at first; the frigid water cooled the cavern air around us. Ryyan, with some absolutely amazing footwork, leaped over the entire thing in a single bound. I thought it would be a simple swim, so I leapt straight in. I was very wrong, as I realized I’d never swam through water this cold before. Instantly, I couldn’t breathe and I started flailing about randomly. If it wasn’t for Deneb’s quick thinking and saving me with her broom, I would have been at the fairies’ mercy in a dragon damn cave.