Strange meat, strange creatures and a strange teammate
An olfactory story

Hello, my dear reader!
You know that you should listen to the advice of your family and friends. But sometimes you have to do whatever is able to satisfy your curiosity.
So I had to get a taste of roasted, fiendish Deathdog meat. Of course it could have given me a bad stomach or perhaps much worse things.
But I can tell you, it is tasty. You can’t compare it to anything you are used to. And yes, it does not help you in case you want to sneak up to somebody. At least, you have to be careful about the wind direction ;)

But let me tell you, the body odor given by Deathdog meat is nothing compared against the stink from our newest encounter. The Underdark is a place of many scents. Even very uncomfortable ones. So, I am used to a lot of bad smells.
But there is not much, stinking worse than Undead do. Their smell is even worse than their look.
And when we got closer to the old ruins of that tower, I could feel a sharp sting starting within my nose going into my brain.
And I immediately knew what this means. There are Undead. A LOT of Undead.
Furthermore, as we found out, they were not alone but were accompanied by their master. A Necromancer.
I mean, how crazy do you have to be to decide to become a wizard or mage. Playing around with all that devastating power. But then, becoming a Necromancer. A whole new level of madness.

But you know how the common human people say. You have to fight fire with fire. So, luckily we had our own fire with us :) We have a wizard of our own. A fire wizard!
And Prismass made a fast end to the leader of that rotten pack.

Oh, and previously speaking of body odor and unpleasant olfaction. What stench Gerolamo must have had, that even the Undead backed away from him :D
I fully trust within the fighting capabilities of my teammates and especially within my own. But I will admit that the Undead fleeing Gerolamo saved our asses for this time.

I like how everyone in our grandiose group fought at his best level and with great bravery.
Hmmm … did I say everyone?

No, not everyone. Because one of us’ch thought that it might be an awesome idea’ch, to enter a cozy tent’ch and start reading. I hope that our fighting noise, chanting and spellcasting did not disturbe him that much. I would be very sorry to know that we might have ruined his recreation time.
This was strange. As strange as the whole person. Half orc and half elf. Can you imagine that? Usually my gut feeling would tell me to stay away from him.
But I am afraid, my curiosity will have the upper the hand … again. And, there is something in his eyes. Some pain, some sadness. I am sure there is an interesting story to tell.

The end? Ah, the outcome of the fight. Didn’t I told you, already? No. I am sorry.
As mentioned our wizard did not only smoked the robes of the Necromancer but he burned him to death. And I mean permanent death. Gerolamo did, whatever he thinks that this imaginary entity wants him to do. So, he beat as many Undead to the ground as he could.
And Mastah finished them whenever they were not finally done. Yes, he was sneaking around but that’s they way he does and it perfectly works for him. And finally for us all.

Me? Oh, I was staying calm and relaxed. The way I am always behave. I was making a few jokes, inspiring my friends, cursing and mocking my enemies and time by time striking some deadly blows.
You already know me, my dear reader. The humbled man I am, I don’t want to take all the glory and honor for myself. Thus, I am not single-handedly crushing the enemy but step back and let some of them and the associanted fame to my comrades.

Yes, we prevailed over the Necromancer and his dull, unworthy servants. Of course!

I have the Power!
Still, I am stupid

So many years I’ve traveled, sung, played instruments, fought, trunk and f…ound cozy time with … ladies. But only recently, I recognized what it really means to be me.
I’ve always thought that I am more of a lone wolf, not willing to take care for others. Or being more interested as for where I could get my next intoxication.

But it happened that I found a group of funny fellows. Randomly mixed together, as life is doing such things, usually. And believe me, I could not have been more less concerned about each of them. I mean, there has even a priest joined in, recently.
Someone who believes that some invisible entity grants him some kind of strength or power. Or that it is guiding him in some way. Come on, not even when I am completely wasted I could come up with such crazy sh…tory.

But at our last and still lasting adventure, something happened. Suddenly, I felt connected to them. And during our lethal encounter with some extremely nasty and dangerous Deathdogs – where it luckily turned out that the encounter was lethal for the dogs, finally – I recognized that I do care about them.
And while caring about them I felt that my songs become more powerful. I am able to encourage my teammates and grant them power to attack more fierce or defend themselves more effective.

As said, now I know what it means to be me. What defines a good bard.
And now I know, that I will become one of the greatest bards in the Forgotten Realms, if not the greatest. In future other bards will tell and sing stories about me. I will inspire other young men to follow my paths and even leave their own marks.
And thus the bardic torch will be handed over from generation to generation, still.

But saying this, I also know that I am currently just at the beginning of my potential. Now I’m recognizing how much I have to learn, still. But I will never tell this to my comrades, of course. To them I will always show the cocky and confident face, they are used to.
Perhaps somewhen, I will let them know how much I really care about them. And how much they helped me to become the great bard, I will be.

In the name of allmighty Gods: Smite the Undead!

“All who die by the way, whether by land or by sea, or in battle against the Undead, shall have immediate remission of sins. This I grant them through the power of Illmater with which I am invested. O what a disgrace if such a despised and base race, which worships demons, should conquer a people which has the faith of omnipotent Gods and is made glorious with the name of Illmater! With what reproaches will the Lord overwhelm us if you do not aid those who, with us! Let those who have been accustomed unjustly to wage private warfare against the faithful now go against the infidels and end with victory this plague which should have been begun long ago. Let those who for a long time, have been robbers, now become knights. Let those who have been fighting against their brothers and relatives now fight in a proper way against the Undead. Let those who have been serving as mercenaries for small pay now obtain the eternal reward. Let those who have been wearing themselves out in both body and soul now work for a double honor. Behold! on this side will be the sorrowful and poor, on that, the rich; on this side, the enemies of the Gods, on that, his friends. Let us eagerly set out on the way with Illmater as their guide.”

Brother Girolamo Zmaj
Previously on ....

- they started on Abel Yarl farm, they went to toseths resting place, and lurue shrine, cleaned up the kobolds, and all recieved some worthy items.

- went to Neverwinter found Sildar Hallwinter and Gundren Rockseeker and agreed to Gundreen's quest to deliver the provisions to Phandalin. They also included the Halfling as help for their quest forward.

- on the way to Phandalin they were ambushed by the same goblins that captured Gundren and SIldar.

- went to Phandalin delivered the provisions, and got back to clear up the cragmaw hideout..

- found the emerald shard within the ripped claw textile.. it sucks the life from its enemies

- brought the supplies to the LIONSHIELD Coster

- cleaned up the goblins, saved Sildar Halwinter, and got back to the town

- brought the goblin(Kekz) with them and left him with Sildar as his helping hand

- The Halfling cleaned the prision cell together with Kekz

- Talked to the sister garlene at the shrine which sent them to Aghata the banshee for a quest(to answer one question… any question, party has chosen the one from Garlene)

- the wizard met the ranger while going on a private quest with Gili as entrance exam to join the harpers.

- went drinking to the sleeping giant, decapitated the ruffians and shown whose the boss in this town.

- SIldar offered the group if they clean up the Cragmaws castle for 500 gold and 200 if they find Iarno Albrek his friend

- On the road they met, Gnols, Stirges, Hobgoblins(John the hobgoblin explained to the party where the Cragmaw castle is )

- Thorton offered them 100 each if they bring her the head of Glasstaff.. or 100 if they just kill him.

- Daran edermar the old adventurer priest heard distrubing news of undead near the old owl well 

- Harbin Wester  band of orcs near Wyvern Tor.

- told of a druid friend Reidoth in thundertree

- bard met with Maledos the tiefling, his old  friend, whom she had a mission in phandalin. She also had a mission for the bard as well(to find a poisonous glan of a black or green dragon)

- bard went carousing, met the  pixie and got carousing with the old lady

- they discovered the secret entrance to the tresdan mannor

- they entered the tresdan mannor couple of times, and got back drinking couple more..

- rescued the cleric from the improsnment in the tresdan manor

- met the druid who investigated the disapearance of the animals in the forest behind the mannor

- cleared the tresdan mannor.. with glasstaff escaped

Like a box of chocolate
Full log of a Halfling

It feels like someone always wants to scream this word inside of my head.
A weird cat-like mentalist creature appears and tries to kill us!
I find a cool sword and some treasures and I finally get a read cloak for myself. Time to put it in my backpack!

Whats even more surprising: none of the others seems to have a single grain of doubt that “only” the sword was in the treasure chest. They believed me in an instant! Given my history with them I’d call their behavior insane. Like I’d call the little bastard Vilhalith! Runs faster to the next pub with the new sword in his hands than I could shout “Whiskey”!
And since we’re at the topic of shouting: what the bloody hell is wrong with Utterus! Shouting in a not fully explored cave, giving away our positions immediately! I guess I need to have a serious talk again with Prismass about why he brought this fool to our group! Luckily nothing bad happened when I was right in front of this doo… Whait a minute… Now I remember why my little follower thought I saved him from the Bugbears! I successfully lured them away from him! Nevermind this minor concussion… At least this new guy is finally someone that’s giving me the respect I deserve! What was his name again? As far as I remember it sounded pretty lame… Ah! Gerolamo it was! Despite his name he seems pretty darn useful. Knew everything about this place and an apparent frequent visitor, a female Tiefling. Much more beautiful than Prismass of course and she seems to wear a robe all the time. Might also have some influences like Vilahlith does if she really goes nowhere without her mandoline. I think I’ll keep that in the back of my head. Nothing seems more important than this right now. Not even 2 dozens of possible enemies. They can’t stop me. Us… At least Gerolamo does think it’s no problem to get to the cells with just a few Bugbears ahead and I think I can trust him. Lovely little fellow. So onwards to the cells! What could be waiting there? New allies? Gold? Diamonds?


I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.