The storms finally stopped long enough for me to write. We are having fish for dinner now as we ready ourselves to stop another cult ritual. A lot has happened recently, I will discuss first things first.
We traveled through rough wilderness for 10 days. Heavy rainfall marred our first day and ruined our rations. We then had to scavenge for food for the next 9 days between the heaviest parts of the storms. I got bit by a snake, but Beardfist administered an anti-venom before I lost my foot. The wagon got stuck in mud, a fallen tree was blocking the road, Mohawk killed a deer with his bare hands, Cody ate some poisoned berries and got a stomach problem, Gorgash negotiated with a traveler and managed to get new waterskins for free, and we all almost died from freezing thunderstorms every day for 10 days.
Last night, I had bizarre nightmares again. I will not talk about them here.
This morning, Gorgash and Mohawk woke up with animal blood on their hands. That was weird.
We continued on the Hunter’s Road east towards New Dawn. Soon, we noticed a road block ahead. We spied those same jack-booted thugs from the copper mine. The cultists waved at us to stop. We did not stop. We sped up our riding horses and crashed right through the poorly-built fence. Two of them grabbed ahold of our wagon as the Fancy Ladies of Ashport gave chase in a larger wagon of their own.
Mohawk killed the thug clinging to his side and jumped out of the wagon to deal with the other cultists left behind. Beardfist also jumped to aid his dwarven comrade. Gorgash pinned the other thug to the wagon as it dragged his beaten body along the path.
The Fancy Ladies pulled their wagon alongside ours and launched several attacks at us. This spooked our horses and Cody lost control of the wagon. As it charged ahead, Gorgash feebly tried to negotiate with the ladies. He did not have battle in mind. They seemed convinced that they were on the wrong side and agreed to no longer harm us.
I conjured a giant cloud of ice and quickly dispatched of the remaining cultists. The Fancy Ladies grabbed a large coin bag off one of the dead thugs and returned to their wagon.
We found Marko and we all began explaining various things when a demon appeared out of nowhere, killed three Ladies, and caused two of us to try to kill the rest. That was weird.
Mohawk snapped out of the spell long enough to grab us and activate his magical time device. We appeared just before the beast appeared. We readied ourselves and ignored the chatter around us. As the nightmare materialized in our plane, our bloody work began. Greataxe, Righteous Fire, and Phantasmal Assassin struck simultaneously. The face of a truly surprised demon is priceless. He retreated to the shadows promptly.
After that, Marko directed us to rescue his son from an unholy ritual in the broken tower and the Ladies departed to another mission.
We are still taking a long rest before we depart.
~Garynndayereth Arranis Erevan
Update: We killed like a million people and skeletons. We killed a giant dog made of shadow, a man made of acid, and a necromancer. I got some cute gloves. We are about to go downstairs and talk to Marko. Oh, and Mohawk fell down a hole twice and Gorgash yelled at him. That was the best part.