I …am Madame Koya Mvashti, and I record these events in this journal so that they can be remembered. We have traveled for so long, and yet there is so much farther to go. Every day brings us further north, but the long ice filled passages of Agan Hai are still months away near the very crown of the world. As we turn East to go around the forest of Grungir we have come to the town of Tomgruv. From there we will turn North towards Solskinn and Delmore Glen. It is going to be a long trip around the great forest, but there is no other choice, as the western path is avoided even by the Local Ulfen. For the time being, I am overjoyed however at the discovery of Bolvar! That leather faced Ulfen came south many years ago to Sandpoint and gave Sandru a job when no one else would hire him. The sczarni had informed everyone, that if someone was foolish to give him a job and the means to escape, they would come after them. Bolvar heard this and just said “let them come..” then he laughed in their faces. Bolvar is one of the reasons my precious Sandru is still alive today, and I will always thank him for that.
It is good to see Sandru in such high spirits as well. Seeing Bolvar has done much to lift his morale, and for the first time since we left Sandpoint, I have seen him laugh and smile like it was the good old days. Amieko has been deep in her studies of Tien culture, as well as meditation, and has asked all of us not to disturb her, so we have respected her wishes, even if it means moving her wagon with her gaurded inside. I suspect she does not wish to be rude, but there are questions about what has happened recently that cannot be easily answered. In the meantime, as we approached the town of Tomgruv, we saw a goblin holding a bottle. As it saw us, it seemed to recognize some of us and dropped the bottle to activate a spell from that horrible little alchemist!. It seems that Grillock has continued his unfortunate habit of surviving and continues to bedevil our steps even this far north. The spell delivered a dire warning and a message.. in three days time.. a legendary Linnorm would be woke from its slumber and would devastate the town.
After the caravan itself put in and settled at Bolvar’s, the fellowship investigated the town for any kind of leads. After several conversation’s it was discovered that there was an old Temple of Erastil located outside of town. The location was narrowed down to a cavern .. and so the fellowship set out to find it. That was when something very strange happened. My dear adopted son, Templeton upon direction by the mysterious rabbit that had accompanied him, decided to reveal his true form. There was a great deal of confusion, because his true form has a very strong and confident personality.. and xikander and many of the others felt that perhaps the sudden change was the result of some sort of trickery. That was when the rabbit revealed itself as a Balnorn.. one of the legendary fey spirits of yore. It spoke that.. Gillock had somehow cast a ritual that linked the town to himself… and that to face him now would surely mean death. The spell had to be disrupted.. and the only way to do that was to disrupt the runes he had placed in town. They had brought Templeton back to me, and I confirmed the truth he had been hiding.. and Xikander was understandably upset, and many of the others were confused. There would be time to work this out later, but now that the runes have been erased and his spell of control has been broken.. the time to finish this and destroy Gillok White-eyes has come..