Writing is hard and I prefer not to do it. People don't make my size pencils without them being entirely unusable. We fought a large beast creature that spoke Sylvan-adjacent. It nearly killed everyone with its howl. Then we continued to a campsite after Cyrus transformed into a wild beast with a billion eyes. Oh, skulls also don't taste good, it was too filled with dirt. But we killed the hobgoblins and returned successfully.

Party: Cyrus, Lief, Talyndra, Theoden, Maze

A remnant goblin camp was discovered and we were requested to clear it out. We were provided a horses and wagon for travel. We reached an area just before the camp but discovered bones of various humanoids, but not goblins. As we were inspecting the area, we were attacked by a Dire Worg. It took us all by surprise, and its howl overwhelmed some of us. It took down Theoden and... Cyrus... did not take that well. It took a bit of effort, and we struggled a little, but it was not our time to die.

We continued on, finding the goblin camp. Cyrus had gone ahead of everyone, and it took us some time to catch up. Cyrus, Lief, Talyndra and Theoden were all very formidable combatants and handled the battle very well. Fortunately no casualties on our side. We were able to clear out the camp, and I was able to quickly practice funerary rites before we took the wagon back.

Im not one for writing, but I think it is important to keep track of what happened.

Sit Rep

Group:
Cyrus
Theoden
Maze
Talyndra
Myself

Heading out with a cart and two draft horses, I kept everyone on the road as we followed after a wayward group of goblins and hobgoblins that broke off from the assault on the Syndicate. The smell hit us first, and we each hopped off. I noticed huge footprints, and suddenly we were attacked by a massive worg. It took Theoden out, and suddenly...

I dont think it is worth sharing

Look, we managed to kill it as a team. Cyrus took off after a trail, following it towards the larger group of hobgoblins. They were tough, but we were tougher. There were none left alive. That is all that matters

When that thing appeared and started ripping into the group, I felt the first pang of fear. When Theoden went down under the onslaught, I felt nausea. All I could see was CHEF. All I could do was hope. I took the potions I thought might help and I accepted what might have happened.

I don't know what happened after. I woke up soaked in blood, aching, and my stomach too full of... I don't know. I can assume, but...

Theoden's alive. Everyone's alive. It doesn't matter.

I was called on emergency to go with a group and finf the remaining members of Orlak, the goblin warchief.

As we arrived, I noticed that no one had any way of producing light. Fortunately I had my trusty lantern and the power of my faith to light the way forward.

As we investigated, a monstrous beast attacked us. Despite my best efforts, even knocking it down, I fell in battle.

The next thing I remember is waking up next to the tiefling lady named Maze, Fortunately a cleric.

But Cyrus was nowhere to be seen. In its place was a monstrous beast gnawing on the corpse of the first one we fought. I was told that was Cyrus. The poor man.

Anyway, we pressed on and found a hobgoblins camp. Most members rushed and climbed with different means, I was stuck on foot.

But after much climbing and hearing the screams of horrors of the enemy fighting whatever Cyrus was possessed by, I was able to land a few hits.

The battle finally settled and we headed back to the Syndicate.

Theoden Brightshield