Wynne Flausgul's Adventuring Journal

The adventuring journal of one Wynne Flausgul, expert treasure hunter and heir to the Flausgul Hobbit Trading Company.

Entry 0

Big News! I managed to find a ranger to accompany me into the dungeon nearby, Ms. Flausgul’s finally gonna strike it big! Though, to tell you the truth, he doesn’t seem like he knows as much as says he does, I had to really drag him deeper so we could actually get some decent treasure and he made us leave as soon as we spotted a few monsters, what a wuss! Luckily, we managed to drag som e treasure back with us, not exactly a trove, yet, but we all gotta start somewhere. Papa didn’t start out making the big sales, he always tells me. When we were selling the stuff off this really kooky lady, and what I’m guessing is her caretaker, started getting all googly eyed over some of the stuff we had and asked if she could join us in getting more, much to her caretakers chagrin. I don’t know how useful she’s gonna be but the big guy looks sturdy enough with his armour and mace so I’m gonna say no no to a few more hands on deck. Plus, atleast she doesn’t seem like she’ll wuss out on me, like that ranger…

Entry 1

We heard from a couple of hunters that they’d seen a shrine in the side of a ravine. So, obviously we set off to go loot that sucker, I mean, it’s just a prime treasure hunting location! The way there luckily wasn’t too bad, Geraint let me sit on his shoulders to avoid the razor grass, don’t want my cute face getting all cut up, so we got there pretty quickly and without any incidents. When we did get there there was a bunch of these strange blue pears growing out of corpses in the ravine, yucky! Getting eaten by rather large spiders, double yucky!! We decided to zipline across to the other side to get the ravine when some rude goblins started chucking javelins at us, though their aim was pretty terrible so none of us got hit or anything, phew… Once we got across I heard this strange voice in my head in a language I didn’t understand but once I had heard it I was STARVING!!! (talk about bad luck :( ) Though I had some of my rations and managed to overcome it. We started poking around in a hole that looked like an entrance to a cave when all of a sudden this giant spider jumps out and grabs Ivy! With my small size and quick wits I managed to chase after her and wrap a rope around her body and get Geraint to pull her out before I aptly dealt with that nasty creature, they’re both lucky Wynne Flausgul is such an expert at the blade, eheheh… Those nasty goblins tried to gang up on us from behind but one look at me and how I’d valiantly slain that giant beast scared them off, hah!

Entry 2

After dealing with that giant spider we decided to venture further into the cave, coming across what appears to be it’s nest with all of it’s yucky gross spider eggs, ewwwwww!! At the back of the nest there was a hatch door that we managed to force open that took us into an abandoned crypt room, and I mean abandoned, not even the corpses were there anymore, looked like they’d forced the doors open themselves, how worrying… Looking around we saw two doors, one a stone door with glyphs marking it and the other, a simple wooden door. I don’t fancy getting myself involved in weird glyph magic, especially the type Ivy, our glyph-reader can’t read, so we headed through the wooden door. Terrible Idea!! The wooden door just took us to a corridor which then took us to the entrance to a sewer, which for some reason the rest of my group decided we just haaaaad to delve into, GROSS!! Worse still, when we got down there we were attacked by a pair of skeletons and then some horrific looking bone-creature lurking in the nasty poop water that tried dragging Geraint down into it… (Note, I have got to make him take a bath before we get back into town, too gross…) Though, I suppose if there’s any upside atleast Ajax’s owl companion did atleast lead us to some gold coins, which is atleast something, even if it isn’t any cool treasure just yet. After some more exploration yielded nothing but a ring of keys we decided to use them on the stone door back at the crypt, unfortunately, none of them worked and what’s worse is that Ajax and Geraint had these weird glyphs jump out onto them and mark their skin, we had to wait around for Ivy to brew a potion to get rid of the things. During that time I decided to check around for any hidden doors, though unfortunately that turned up nothing, leaving only one option. They made me unlock the door (which I did expertly, of course) and got one of those stupid glyphs on me, hmph!! Those jerks!! Once we got through the door we found ourselves in a chapel with some murals, this weird basin that rejects solid items but makes water vanish, and a locked door. Geraint decided to go open the door and check out what was behind it while Ivy and Ajax played around with the basin but when Geraint slammed the door shut we all ran over to see what the ruckus was about. That’s when that ranger decided to do something so incredibly stupid I can scarcely believe it, he grabbed the keys out of Ajax’s hand and unlocked the door before any of us could stop him. All of a sudden we were face to face with some ghastly looking creature with an enormous weapon… I hope that idiot knows he’s getting his pay docked for this!

Entry 3

My team mates are useless, how can two grown adults not managed to land a single hit against a lumbering corpse? I had to run back and forth under all their legs stabbing at the thing until it was leaking it’s gross, nasty blood all over the place, ewww… And yes, two, our ranger fainted the second we saw the thing, useless useless useless! I hope he knows he’s not seeing any cut of this delve whatsoever. One of them had the bright idea to push the ghoulish thing into the chapel which seemed to cause him some distress, I thought I’d try to take advantage of that and ran into the middle of the chapel, hoping my teammates could finally managed to get some hits in while he was distracted but, alas, their uselessness knows no bounds. That damned bastard totally lost it and instead of being immobilised like I had hope suddenly leapt towards me and slashed my chest, I felt the sword rip apart my flesh, my whole body felt suddenly very hot and then just as suddenly totally cold like I was about to leave this world… But Wynne Flausgul’s a lot tougher than that! With an expertly placed thrust I rammed my sword directly through his skull and whatever’s left of his rotted brain, killing him in an instant. As I felt the sword go through everything suddenly felt very dizzy…

I woke up sometime later, Geraint and Ivy were kind enough to lay out my bedroll for me and even healed up the wound on my chest while I slept, I supposed they’re not completely useless when it comes down to it. Ivy mentioned something about hearing some goblins through the stone door but luckily those stupid things didn’t have a clue as to how to open the door, sounds as though the glyphs ended up dealing with a fair few of them anyways.

There was a pile of armour and a rather fancy looking sword laying in a heap in the middle of the room, seems like the corpse had been nice enough to totally dissipate once I killed it, saves us the trouble of having to strip it off him at the very least. The armour was some fairly fancy looking suit of decorative armour, nothing too impressive protection-wise but if we got it fixed up I’m sure it’d sell for quite the hefty profit. The real star, however, was the sword - it was made of mythril! Even a tiny lump of the stuff can make you a tidy profit so a whole sword is going to do absolute gangbusters! Looking at it a little closer it seems like it was made to be enchanted, apparently mythril’s quite good when it comes to that sorta stuff, and the blade had some channels for blood to run through to power the enchantment, creepy stuff… We debated for a little bit as to whether we should head back with the treasure we had or venture even further, heading back know probably would be the safer idea but what’s life without a bit of gambling?

The corridor we entered surprisingly had windows, what’s more is that looking out of them we could see what appeared to be a garden, though it was completely covered in darkness, bare for our lantern and we tried not to totally light the place up, don’t wanna attract any more attention than we already do. We didn’t get to look for too long before Ivy pointed us towards a door that apparently read “Mage’s Tower” or some such in that language the ancients used to use. As I approached the door i heard a bizarre shaking noise coming from above and saw what looked like a trapdoor rattling overhead. Pulling out my trust ten-foot pool I gave the thing a prod and BANG! out fell a golem, worst thing was it seemed to only be focused on me - must be that damn glyph the door gave me, dammit! We couldn’t worry about the golem for long though because we could hear footsteps, loud and fast like something was running though the place, quickly trying a few keys we luckily managed to get through into the mage’s tower door, closing it just before the golem could join us and before we met whatever it was running around in here.

A strange sight met us inside the mage’s tower, a fully lit garden with dozens of orange birds flying around without a care in the world. Not regular birds either, we saw one swoop down and breath a fiery spray onto a rather large centipede before eating it’s cooked prey. What was strangest of all, however, was the bird that sat perched on a stone platform in the middle of the room, far, far larger and older than the rest it looked at use, not taking it’s black beady eyes off of us for even a second as we looked around the room. There was an upper floor to this place but with the stairs reduced to rubble and the distance far too high for even Geraint to throw a grappling hook up there there was no way for us to reach it, or so I thought. Ivy pulled out some strange looking grey potion and without hesitation downed the thing, with a sigh she started floating, rising up into the sky and heading towards the entrance to the second floor. This however, caught the attention of that big, old bird, flapping it’s wings towards her as it prepared to spray her with it’s flames. Looking around I remember the days I spent with my cousin teaching me the art of the grass whistle, an important tradition in hobbit culture, and quickly grasped a blade from the ground. Putting it to my lips I began to play a rather impressive tune, grabbing the bird’s attention away from Ivy and letting her finish making her way to the second floor. We heard some strange, frantic, panicked yelling before Ivy came back and tossed down a rope with a loop tied at the end of Geraint to throw his grappling hook onto. We hurriedly scampered our way up there, that giant bird once against coming to try and spray us but this time Ivy managed to bat it away with some sort of ice magic that slowed it down considerably and let us make it to the top unscathed.

We were greeted by a ghostly apparition of a man who was crying and begging and yelling in some language I had no understanding of, luckily, Ivy can speak the ancient language and told us that he was asking us to free his soul, which had been trapped her for many many years by these strange crystal pillars dotted around the room. I’m not one to turn down someone in need but I’m also not someone to turn down the opportunity to score myself some treasure first, not like this guy needed any of his stuff anymore anyways, he was dead and about to become even deader. So, while Geraint got to work smashing the pillars with his mace, I unlocked a chest sitting in the room and found 30 gold pieces, what a score!! There was some other stuff in the chest too but unfortunately it seemed more so weird junk that Ivy would be into than anything we could actually sell. As a few of the pillars shattered a strange electricity started gathering in the room, a few light crackles at first but as we broke the final one a massive surge of energy filled the room. Even though we managed to dodge the main impact of the blast it still felt like we were all standing at death’s door as that power ran through us. We all managed to hold onto life and after a brief moment we were left standing in a darkened room, the ghost apparently thanking us before pointing to a fancy staff encased in clear crystal, the case opened and freeing the staff before he vanished for good. Ivy quickly took ahold of the staff and wouldn’t even think about letting me sell, damn hag… She doesn’t even use a staff!! Settling down to recuperate after that huge blast of energy we noticed the birds had begun flittered about wildly, pressing against the windows and crowding around any sources of light left in the room, I suppose that huge blast and that lack of light must’ve shocked the all pretty badly. At the bottom of the tower lay the large body of that big bird who now lay dead on the floor, I’m not sure if it was the blast that killed it or if it’s life force was also attached to the pillars but either way it lay there, motionless. I took one of it’s feather to make a quill out of when I got the chance back in civilisation.

I was rudely reminded of the golem’s existence as it thwacked me in the face and sent me flying, blocking the door to the corridor and stopping me from fleeing. Both Geraint and Ivy had gotten through the door way without incident and were now stood behind the golem, damn this stupid glyph! Thankfully Ivy decided to blast the damn thing with some magic which, after I recovered from being dazed, let me run past the thing and back to the chapel, dashing through to the stone door and making our way out to the crypt and then the spider’s nest without hesitation. It seemed that a bloody battle between another giant spider and a group of goblins had taken place as we slept last night, the corpses of both laying there with only a few battered goblins left standing. Geraint raised his shield and yelled at the survivors, thankfully frightening them off and allowing for our escape.

Approaching the shrine entrance again I placed three of the gold coins we had found inside in the offering bowl, after all you’ve gotta spend money to make money sometimes and I’d much rather have the favour of the gods than not. Those annoying goblin pests just couldn’t leave us be and started peering at us from the entrance to the cave, we couldn’t safely grapple our way back across with those freaks leering at us. Suddenly, Ivy whipped around and let loose a stream of acid at the goblins, melting one in an instant and causing the others to finally flee for good. Magic sure is scary…

Treading through the razor grass back to the village we noticed someone else travelling in the opposite direction, seemingly towards to the ravine. Wanting to check out what they were doing I sneaked up closer to them, however, that was all pointless as it seems her pet black bird was flying over head and spotted me as I came close, drat! The being began walking over to me and said some words in elvish, which unfortunately I don’t know too well. When I told her I didn’t speak elf she changed her tongue to the language of the fae, which I know even less and have utterly no interest in hearing! Someone so tall with a blackbird, a hunch, and blackrobes speaking that tongue can only mean one thing, a witch! I’m a smart girl and every hobbit knows that witches eat cute lil hobbit boys and girls the first chance they get! So, covering my ears I turned tail and ran as fast I could back to the rest of the group, I think she tried reaching out to me but I’m wise to their tricks, no way am I letting myself get thrown in a stew cauldron! Ivy tried asking me if she thought I should try talking to her, those two hags would probably get along well, but NO! Wynne Flausgul isn’t even going to entertain the thought of dealing with the fae, no way! I just hope the rest of the journey back to village goes smoothly and we can get to a city and start selling this stuff off, fortune awaits!