I suppose, given a recent attempt to rob me of my life, that I should write my accounts down. Should I fall for ay reason, I wish that one should find this journal, and let it serve as a warning, if anything else. It is currently Evening, I have taken refuge with the Eglain in my pursuit of answers, but let me start from the beginning.
Upon my arrival in Breeland, I came to notice certain oddities within the woodlands that surround here. The marshes of Midgewater are no stranger to goblins and spiders, but the spiders are moving, taking occupancy in Chetwood and the Old Forest. With its proximity to the Barrow Downs, the Old forest has seen its share of illness as well. I recovered blackened, rotted wood, along with sickly looking tree sap from a restless tree. As well as inky, murky waters. Upon investigating my findings, seeking the aid of a local woodsman to report anything I may have missed, We came upon the company of a peculiar dwarf. A silent fellow, he showed us what I have sought after, an answer. And this answer is what has troubled me the most.
This sickness, these occurences...they are a prelude of war's arrival in Breeland.
As to when I am not certain, but this discovery has given new direction to my search. My plan was to ride eastward, seeking help from other natives to these lands, the Eglain. I wish to find the extent of this illness, and do what I can in order to suppress it from extending further. My ride east was halted however, by an attack.
During my stay in Bree, I met a woman, one of the folk of noble birth; fair, elegant, and a curious mind. She seemed interested in my doings, and I fear this interest led her into danger. On my initial ride east, I, by chance, came upon her being attacked by a goblin, an easily disposable quarry as any. I did not realize however, I myself was a quarry of a pair of strange men. They were brutal, efficient hunters of men, and nearly took my life and the life of the noblewoman, Saeldith, if it wasn't for a pair of members from the Riddenmark. I have never felt so happy to see my own kind in all my life.
This encounter wasn't without injury, as a rather nasty javelin wound to my leg put me in the Bree jail to recover for quite a time. Unfortunately, the maiden Saeldith suffered a great wound. It was my time in recovery that made me realize the urgency of my task. Women as pure hearted as her deserve not to suffer such pain and agony, and if these omens I have come to find are true, then something must be done to protect the people who cannot defend themselves.
So it is with that that I am here, in the old ruins of Ost Guruth, that I continue my search for the extent of the sickness the woodlands suffer. The Eglain have alerted me to a man in their community, an odd eccentric with knowledge of the woods far greater than myself, that may be able to shed some light on this matter. But first I must earn their trust, and prove that my matter is important enough for an audience with this strange man.
