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Day 8

Oh dreadful rain, how I despise thee. Let me counteth the ways. Wetness, moisture, slippery, humid, soggy, sloshy, gurgley and uncomfortable. Yes, eight ways will do. Well, it is a good day none the less. Five of our bravest have trudged off towards the mountain top to the south to try and get a good view of the island. I wonder who gave them that idea? Well, I couldn’t just sit idly by while I wasted away now could I? I’m sure they will find the lighthouse, so all is well.

Journal Entry
Day 7

Fact.. we know the supposed lighthouse.. which could easily help us get off this island, is on the opposite side of the island. We have been here a weak and no one has said, “Hey, let’s go to the lighthouse!”.. no, no.. they just go out and ‘explore’.. yay… What they need to do is head down to the highest point of the island.. that hilltop way down there and climb to the top and look around.. makes sense wouldn’t it? I may just have to suggest that.. or we will be here YET ANOTHER WEEK! Maybe I can build a raft.

Journal Entry
Day 5

We are doomed. It has been raining for two days straight and our food is running out. Disease is running rampant and those ‘adventuring’ types keep running off and bringing back stupid reptile meat, as if it tastes good. They need to hunt birds or something. I can’t think straight.. I’ve got to get off this island.


Journal Entry
Day 2

No, No, No. This is not good. We are all doomed here! If anyone is reading this in Eleder please tell Selma Advere to never give up. It was not by chance that we became stranded here. The Nightvoice is bound to be here and if I find it, I will leave clues! Aas, I fear we will all be doomed and never find her. I don’t trust any of these people, well most of them anyway. I fear they are suffering from brain fire or some such disease that is causing them to go mad.

I suppose I must log the day’s activities. It will help me to keep track of time and perhaps sanity. Jasik, the ‘holy’ prisoner went fishing with Sasha the fiery red head down in the cove. They brought back plenty of fish to that was good but I’ll be damned if I clean any of them, amateurs. Ishirou the brave managed to slay a giant lizard in two brilliant slices. It was likely coming to partake of the smelly monkey meat in our camp. This could be a problem for hungry carnivores on the island who want to share our food… not that I’d eat any of that stringy meat! Aerys the elven beauty and Elrohir the elven tree hugger were guarding camp as well but they and our ‘scouting party’ all ran at the beast bravely, but were too slow compared to that masterful katana wielded by Ishirou. I’m glad he is protecting us.

The scouting party consists of the group I like to call ‘everyone else’. We have our guards, we have our hunters and then we have those brave souls who think they have some kind of chance surviving the wilds of this island to make it to some supposed lighthouse on the southern end of the place.. or so says the white haired witch who thinks she is an orc. SEE, I told you they were mad! Doomed already! Anyway, they seemed to have scouted along the coast some and returned with the carcasses of some flying reptiles and couple of the beasts eggs that Sasha promptly requested to babysit and raise as her own children. I’d have suggested she go lay with some lizardfolk for a similar effect but doubt the offspring would have wings. May they grow up to eat the skin from her flesh for being stupid enough to think she can raise such wild beasts. I mean come on, who keeps dinosaurs for pets! Oh.. yea. Uh, nevermind. I tell you, tall women have their heads in the clouds. Give me a gnomish lass or maybe .. with enough ale, a dwarven woman… just have to double check the gender on those of course. (I’ve heard stories!) They also reported a shipwreck! I’m going to try to convince our group of ‘everyone elsers’ to investigate each wreck they come across.. to at least get close enough to see if they can read a name. Oh how the society would welcome me into their arms once again if I could find her!

Lastly, our camp is finally making some sort of sense now. We have a perimeter being built up and some tents and overhangs for shelter. That should help keep the bugs out.. just wish it could help with this dang heat!

Gelik Aberwhinge


Journal Entry
Night 1

Night time is upon us! At least the heat is gone. I lit a candle because.. this just had to be mentioned. The jungle is eerily quiet. I got to peruse the Captain’s Logbook and it is disturbing indeed. I have questions for those not among us but the real question at the moment is, what on earth is that green glow out in the water.. I’m almost afraid to mention it to the others, they may fear me ’touched in the head.

Gelik Aberwhinge


Journal Entry
Day 1

Crap, crap, crap. We seemed to have washed ashore.. or maybe were drug ashore after the Jenivere crashed in some cove on the island of Smuggler’s Shiv. I know it’s the shiv because of where we were when last night came. There is no other area with cliffs and rocks like I’ve seen out in the water than the shiv. A few of the braver folks we woke up with managed to kill off some water scorpions and we all realized there must have been something strange going on for all of use to have been.. what? Were we drugged? Some crazy spell? I don’t know, maybe it was that damnable witch.. or at least that was my first guess but now I don’t know. The captain is missing along with the cook and Ieana, that book lady. A good chunk of us who survived went out and found the Jenivere, it was wrecked alright. The ocean has consumed it fully by now but they brought back some supplies at least. I hope we get rescued soon. My tolerance for such horrid conditions is limited but I will have be optimistic… I guess. The witch, they call her mad, hadn’t even begun to go hungry before she started asking whether or not we were worthy enough to survive and partake of the food we managed to pull together. We will all do our part of course, we just have to survive long enough for.. what? I don’t know. They killed a huge spider, I mean, bigger than me. Ugh, and monkeys. Well, they can eat the monkey meat they put together, I’ll stick to my rations thank you very much. Well, its getting too dark to write now. Our camp fire is low and the jungle is full of some crazy noises. If we are here long.. mabye we can find the ship. That would be amazing.

Gelik Aberwhinge

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