Hoi Journal! It has been some time since I have collected my thoughts and committed them to parchment. Luckily we have had a short break in the events recent where I can write in relative safety.

So the camp turned out to be a bust. Upon arriving, things looked less optimistic than I anticipated, what with bodies strewn about in haphazard fashion. As we searched the camp, we were attacked by yet another "damsel in distress" and her friends. This time there was much chanting (with some wailing and shrieking mixed in) and an attempt in bringing a large stone figure to life. We seem to be beset on all sides by living stone as of late. In any case, the party made short work of the lady of ill intentions and began to search the camp. Well, through a stroke of luck (Desna be praised), we happened to find our "minder" Ellard stumbled out of a tent in a state of dismay and shock.

Unfortunately with the camp's only living occupants being us, our fashionable sigils have remained upon us. Not to fear, Journal, for Ellard has pointed us to a scholarly group that can assist us. To the city we go! I'm sure this will all work out just fine.

Journal, I now scribble on you via an invisible hand. The city appears to be under some sort of curfew and we arrived to the city late. Naturally, we attempted to find lodgings but we were not able to secure any. Now normally, I would just sleep wherever seemed safest (on a roof, in a barrel, etc etc.), but I have my companions to consider now. Luckily my stalwart associates were still in possession of the magical dirt and we now sleep in a cozy alley without the pesky worry of being mauled by eldritch creature of the night. Hence my invisible scrawls! Tomorrow we shall head for the temple and see about removing these death marks.

Not much time to record this, as I am about to plunge into a forest to scout for my party. The scholars seemed eager to help us and also offered to translate the massive tome that Ellard had been carrying. All they wanted in return was us to go flower picking in a field. What could be simpler?

So our afternoon picnic turned out to be more headache for me than I initially thought it would be. I found the clearing with little issue, but I like to think I know a trap when I see one. Well, Journal, this most certainly gave off that trap feeling. So we discussed our next move. My brilliant cousin came up with a brilliant idea. He summoned a most handsome bird and commanded it to go pick the flower and bring it back here. It successfully snagged the flower but awoke a vine beast in the process. Rashamon (who I was unaware was such an animal lover) charged in to save the helpless creature. This seemed to have a opposite of soothing effect on the vines and I felt compelled to try and provide a distraction so Rashamon could beat a hasty retreat. It worked for a while, but I become drowsy shortly thereafter. I awoke as I smashed into a tree limb and fell to the ground. Flower secured! Sure, I had a big knot on my skull and was walking with a limp for a while but our reward is close at hand. I'm sure this will all work out fine.

Journal, we seem to be fated to find bodies strewn about. Upon our triumphant return to the scholars, we saw that our friendly benefactors had been rend into a neatly arranged pile. Naturally, this was a cause of dismay but as luck would have it Ellard again stumbled out of one of the rooms, semi translated tome in hand. So now as we pondered what to do it became apparent that the city guard was en route. Our friendly minder was quite distraught and bolted from the building. Naturally, some of my companions were concerned for his mental, physical and spiritual well being, which caused them to give chase immediately. Greyjaw, Roku, Sonny and myself gave chase shortly thereafter. I guess we underestimated how close the city guard was because we found all exits blocked by them and them calling for our surrender for execution.

Now I don't know about you Journal, but I try to avoid being executed. Especially when I'm already marked for a slow agonizing magical execution. So after a light scuffle (no guards were harmed), we retreated back into the temple and locked the door. Instead of the head on approach, we decided that escaping was probably a more graceful solution to our problems. Upon inspection of the area, we saw a walled garden in the back of the temple that seemed clear of any pesky guards. I clambered over the wall and awaited my fellows in the alley. It seemed to be taking quite a while for my friends to climb over a wall that at their head height but I reminded myself that crocodiles aren't made for climbing.

Now word on the street was that our companions had been seen leaving the city out one of the gates and we were determined to follow them. Unfortunately, the nature of their exit had caused a great deal of commotion and the guard were alert and patrolling the area. Sonny then raised his friend, Edgar the skeleton. I don't know much about skeletons, Edgar seemed a purpose and drive that is usually missing from magically animated piles of bones. Sonny promptly dowsed Edgar in oil and set him on fire. A distraction we needed and a distraction Edgar provided. As he ran around the edge of the square by the gate, flailing and flaming, guards were naturally curious as the cacophony of screams increased in volume. Were a few houses caught on fire? Sure. Was there a chance that the entire city could burn to the ground? Maybe, but I had faith in Edgar. I'm sure Edgar knew what he was doing. Through some magical means involving flying, we managed to get over the wall and began pursuit of our wayward party members. Away we go, Journal!

I have seen things people wouldn't believe, Journal. I just recently saw a flaming skeleton smashing into wooden beams outside of Tannhauser gate. Now I caught in some sort of mystical forest that branches in two directions. My companions noticed a pattern emerging and guided us to a clearing. Now this clearing seemed much more cozy and comfortable than some of the other recent clearings, so we went in and began exploring. For some strange reason, people seem dead set on accusing me of things that I had nothing to do with. This googled lady, emerged from some shadows and accused me of stealing the mask from the early tree dungeon temple. Why would I do that? It would be counter productive to the whole endeavor of removing our glowing death sigils. Anyways, she brought some friends and they proceeded to pummel us. Sonny, summoned another one of his friends, Simon the skeleton. Unfortunately for Simon, he quickly became "Simon the shattered skeleton", if you take my meaning. Well, we managed to repel our attackers and made amends with the google lady. Apparently, it's our fault that some doom has been unleashed on the land and we have been recruited to stop it. Typical. Oh well, I'm sure this will all work out in the end.