Woke up in Targos with the others. We encountered a dog before we left town that took us to a house and met Keegan. Keegan told us his husband was hired by adventurers to find Oyaminartok at Kelvin’s Cairn, which matches the rumors I heard, but that the dog means something has gone wrong. We agreed to find him after tracking down the murderer. I hope to meet with Oyaminartok and am glad to tend to the dog, who is named Boy.
Spent most of the day traveling to Easthaven across the cold arctic land, covered by white snow. Mostly uneventful aside from a brief skirmish with a group of harpies. Two were slain when their songs failed, although the third failed.
Easthaven is another of the big towns in the Icewind Dale. We arrived in time to see an execution. Thought it was a sacrifice until the captain of the militia explained that the victim was an evil wizard. The captain helped with the investigation, confirming what we knew about the victims avoiding their sacrifices. We figured that Torg would have to come back to Easthaven so we decided to stay in the area.
The captain told us about fishers going missing on Lac Dinneshare. We traveled on Lac Dinneshare by rowboat and found a series of caves. Wish I could say we found them alive but it was not to be. A hag murdered them and devoured their flesh. We fought the hag and her minions, among them a skeleton of a giant. We passed by this skeleton before it was animated, not thinking of it much until it was behind me in the backlines, as I took shots with my bow.
The first swing of its giant axe would have killed me if not for my orcish blood. The second one did knock me out into darkness. Didn’t kill me though. No one healed me but I regained consciousness on my own. With my staff, I struck at the skeleton, and helped bring it down. Grav took care of the hag.
When all was said and done, we had a magical cauldron the hag kept, capable of conjuring food. We didn’t need it ourselves, so we gave it to the speaker of Easthaven. I hope that small steps like this make the push to end human sacrifices. In exchange for the cauldron, we were given a bag capable of conjuring animals. The group allowed me to hold onto it.
It did come into use later that night, when we stopped by the White Lady Inn to sleep and took part in a seance. This was to learn about the rumored treasure at the bottom of Lac Dinneshare. The spirit didn’t take kindly to us and attacked. The panther from the bag helped banish it.
I grow tired of the dead not staying dead. At the very least, we hope that the murder investigation comes to an end tomorrow.
Chance The Podcaster 