State of the Syndicate — 5 Eleint, 1502 DR

Reported by Temoren Cairnwright

This month has continued to be productive, though not always in the form of formal patrol work.

I acquired an All-Purpose Tool +1, which has become the center of my fieldwork, crafting, and spell scroll preparation. It has replaced the wand I had been using and suits my methods better: precise, adaptable, and practical.

The Cairn & Compass scroll service is now posted with prices and available spells. I expect most requests will be for emergency use, travel preparation, and spells people realize they needed after the problem has already started. I will be building a small stock as time and materials allow.

My future bastion remains delayed until I know where it can be built properly. The name will be Cairn & Compass. Planned facilities are bedroom, kitchen, storehouse, and arcane study. The location is not settled. I would rather wait than build somewhere unsuitable.

I sparred with Snap. In the first round, Fetch was disabled and will need repairs. In the second, I used flight to keep distance for a time, then fell roughly eighty feet. I used one Feather Fall scroll. Result: alive, bruised, down one scroll, and with several practical notes about aerial positioning.

I also spoke with Yashir again. It had been too long. We discussed scroll work, shields, enchanted gear, future construction, and the possibility of an airship. The airship remains expensive, impractical, and not impossible. Fetch also kept company with someone who did not want to be alone, which he handled well.

I met Bramnir, a dwarf with skill in stone carving and design. We spoke about Twilight and about different approaches to stonecraft. His work focuses more on carving, finish, and presentation than what I was taught, but it was useful to hear another craftsperson explain his methods.

Current priorities:

• Repair Fetch.
• Replace the Feather Fall scroll.
• Build a small scroll inventory.
• Continue gathering information on possible bastion locations.
• Review magic item plans now that the All-Purpose Tool has replaced the wand.
• Keep better records before the next emergency makes that harder.

No major conclusions yet. Several useful adjustments.

~Temoren Cairnwright~

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The State of The Syndicate - September 2026

Eleint 1502 DR

Reported by Tova

The Glassfang Syndicate has continued regular activity through Eleint. Members have taken contracts, trained, recovered, met new arrivals, and found new ways to turn simple plans into complicated ones.

Training has continued across the Syndicate. Weapons, spells, tactics, fieldwork, and basic survival sense are all getting attention. I have also started learning a new tool proficiency, because I want to be able to provide a service that will help others, and myself. Progress is being made. Slowly. Annoyingly. But made.

Members have also spent more time working with one another outside of formal contracts. There have been shared meals, practice sessions, conversations with newer members, and the usual amount of people pretending they are not tired after doing something reckless.

Some private disagreements and difficult conversations have happened as well. A few have reached better ground. A few remain awkward. That is not unusual when this many armed and opinionated people share the same halls.

Overall, the Syndicate remains active. Contracts continue. Training continues. New members continue to arrive. People are adjusting, learning, recovering, and preparing for the next job.

In other words, business continues.

Signed,
~Tova~

This is only the beggining of the month, but I will take a break from the adventuring life for a few weeks. So here's my report so far.

Bri has called for help to build her prison. And since I had this special tool that gives me the knowledge of any trade, I've decided to help.

It seems that a lot of people were helping, as I met multiple members on the construction site.

Other than that, I've survived a very tense mission in the region of Chult. Where, if it wasn't for Yap, I would have probably died in.

I'm very grateful for this silent, strange creature. Despite the appearances, he's a very helpful and seemingly good intended individual.

I've also met Orri, a massive goliath, follower of Lathander. We didn't have much time to exchange about our similar beliefs, but he showed himself to be a very representant of the Morning Lord. I'm happy to see honest, trustworthy men in this organization.

Other than that, I will be working on making an adamantine armor during the month. It seemed very useful when I spared with Bri.

- Theoden Brightshield

State of the Syndicate — 5 Eleint, 1502 DR

Misplaced Diary Inserts - Authored by Luzi ó Maoldhomhnaigh

Likely found by informants of The Syndicate or kept in an administrative desk somewhere or The Lost & Found.

[Dated equivalence - Sept 14]

Dear diary,

Being in the Prime Material Plane for over a month now was a challenging feat, navigating the Underforest of Nacthur and the forests of this realm are apples to oranges, the sun is actually visible to my two darkly inclined eyes, and they have never been so positively swollen with energy. The weave here certainly feels different, The Wisen Crone have taught me many things but how this Mystra affected the magical currents of Toril and the realms outside Feywild remains a topic of naivety for myself and other young Fey.

Nevertheless, I miss my family, I miss my relatives in Clan Maoldhomhnaigh, I especially miss my brother, I do hope he is doing grand, I am sure he and the others will survive the cruelties of the Fomorians for we are but hardy folk after-all.

I learnt recently of a society of adventurers and mercenaries, they are called The Glassfang Syndicate, they appear to be working on some sort of teleportation network, I have faith that if they could forge such technological marvels, they can surely help me find my way back home! I talked to a strange woman named Onics, she did not look like she ate enough, she says she eats well, I do not believe her though! I then met a handsome fellow named Sylk and his companion who was a Kobold, I know nothing much about Drow and Kobolds but I have staunchly recalled Drow consorting with my slave master when I was held captive, they were not particularly happy with each other, but it does seem as if The Wisen Crone was right, the ancient Pact of Eschatos seems to be honoured.

Mayhap, I could earn the trust of the Drow to do their very best to push back against this ancient accord. Such beautiful people should never find themselves working with something so twisted, hateful, ugly and cursed like the cruel Fomorians.

As for the Kobold, he apparently lives a really long life? Strange, it could be because of his intense draconic blood! Volothamp's Guide did say that Kobolds are want to serve their dragon masters, maybe even supplicate before them, he also did say they were astute labourers, witty mercenaries and even fine companions to the humans of Waterdeep. What a handy little book to read to help me know the folk of the Material Plane!

On the other hand, I tried to check in at the front desk yesterday, but no one was there so, I simply signed myself into the organization. I did return to the front desk on the way out to see that the contract I fashioned for myself based on juxtaposed organizational trends appears to have been removed or taken in for safe-keeping?

I also slept on a few beds, it is odd that there were no keys found nor was I assigned a room but I suppose everyone here shares these beds like a big old game of sleepy musical chairs...musical beds? I do hope the ink I spilled all over the receptionist's desk got cleaned up, it seems to have gotten into the wood staining layer...oh bollocks! Well, the stains I cause as a result of working with parchment, pen and mind seem to always take the shape of a Forget-Me-Not, I do not know why...my favourite flowers are Jasmines after all, maybe it would add some character to the furniture- so it has!

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[Dated equivalence - Sept 15]

Dear diary,

If anyone would have a gold coin every time Tova almost flattened a new member of The Syndicate let alone a new member of The Syndicate who is also part of Feykind, they would have two gold pieces. Still, it is strange that it has happened twice now.

Needless to say, I feel really bad about it, Volothamp's Guide did not mentioned how to deal with troubled mystics, I should have asked for her permission before I chose to bestow one of my silly little gifts, I still need to learn that the humanity of this world have some very strong and perhaps....too strong, boundaries. I did write an apology letter, I hope it makes up for it, but I do think that overtime, if I keep at it, my weird antics will stop being weird and then I can get along with everyone!

-

[Dated equivalence - Sept 16]

Dear diary,

I am writing to express that I have made several good connections, I actually finally found a potential group of players for Tressyms & Terrors, people seemed intrigued enough and I can run small one-shots here and there down at Faerdress. A kind halfling artificer made me a Storyteller Screen, it has the wonderful magical features of "Magnets." Why do they work? Magnets must be magical, they were quite rare in the Feywild, the elves in Evermeet did not have much of this resource, but yet it is so plentiful here in the Prime Material Plane it seems. I am really liking this place! Oh...the teleportation network has been rumoured to have slowly made headway, apparently they are close to establishing a travel connections with Neverwinter, I should doss around in that city sometime but I feel a bit mullered after all that exhausting alchemy. Needless to say, I feel like everyday I am with these people, I get closer to finding a way to return to my home plane, that is deadly like!

-

State of the Syndicate: Elient 1502 D.R.

I hardly know where to begin. Everything has spiraled so far out of control that I cannot begin to get my bearings. I am simply reacting, trying to keep from being swept away -- and failing, and making everything worse in the process.

I usually save these reports for the tail end of the month, but I feel it likely that before too terribly long I will be unable to bring myself to write. So here we are.

First, the professional. Official jobs have been slim this month, which is unfortunately nothing new. I did receive a surprise burst of work -- three jobs in barely more than a week -- but that is all, and all that stands on the horizon unless there are further surprises. There seems no shortage of jobs for the rest of the Syndicate, however; those who joined even a few weeks ago are ranking up swiftly to my own rank or beyond.

I have no time to lament such things, however; I have better things to lament on the personal level. It seems I can do no right by my beloved, who languishes under the perpetual attack of some fell Fey creature. There seems nothing I can do to help; those who have leads to pursue are doing so, but I can do little but sit on my hands and watch her slip away. Well, that and push her away with my own stupidity and poor decisions.

My new seneschal, Grace Bennet, does her best to keep my spirits up. I find myself avoiding her for exactly that reason. Wonderful as she is, this does not seem an appropriate time for me to be comforted, even by the very best.

Something has to give. There has to be something I can do. But the more I strive, the farther she drifts. There is an inevitability to it.

I don't know what to do. I am fast losing hope, and have only determination to fall back on.

-- Yashir adh Rumahr

(( I wrote out something REALLY NICE and heartfelt but then realized it overwrote dusks' notes. So like a DUMMY i then accidentally overwrote wu's notes with new brand notes for dusk. So here's sparknotes for wu.))

• Spent most of the month working in Baldur's gate to get teleportation circles open
• Helped Cyrus, Maze and Bramnir with Lichen Plauge
• Grew closer to Alvis, Bri, Solia and Yashir
• Convinced the Knights in Silver commander to dismiss the bounty
• Drowma at Faerdress that concluded in reconciliation and becoming familiy and a rescue from the Silverymoon Guard
• Building Sanctum Adamance
• Smooching Azrael because they're in love.

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This month at the syndicate has been: Quiet. It is: Good. People are: Staying out of my: way and I can: invest my time in: Making jewels and upgrading my: Features.

I did have a few: Odd intruders on my: Property, but other than that things are: Well.

I did not get too many: visitors, but Yap, Dusty, and Dorris each came over: once or twice. It was a: Pleasure to have them there and I met a new: Friend along the river named: Snap.

He calls me: Duck. I am not: A duck.

There has been: Some work but other than that my most: Lucrative business has been my: Gemcutting.

I do hope the: Portals to: Calimshan will be fixed by: Next month. I would like to go: Visit my: Creator's inspiration again.

I hope I can go back to: Athkatla too. That city was also: Very wealthy. As was: Caer Callidyrr, but I prefer the: South to the: West.

Lief

This has been a rather... slow month, all things considered. I have spent all of it either sparring, smithing, or constructing my own additions to the Cabin. Arlis and I have gotten stronger, which is more than I could ask, but he has been away for a number of days now, so I have found myself occupying my time with others in the sparring ground. Im having... mixed luck, ultimately. Some matches go my way, while others are the exact opposite.

But, I know I can resist magic now. Putting it into practice is a hell of a thing. Watching a caster's eyes widen as you resist their spell... that is a thrill unlike any other.

I have found more of myself in the thrill of battle, but there have been many conversations I've had with others where I discovered more about myself than I would have initially expected. It is... nice, to talk to others. Meet them as my own person, not... well, not as a member of The Boys.

Here is to next month. I am working on a place to house some animals... plan on getting another wolf here soon... maybe a Griffon, if I can find one.

Vincel

I have spent a majority of this month journeying after the Lady Vesperleaf in an attempt to cure Solia from her plight. The journey... well, I have already put my thoughts down before in regard to the journey, and will not do so again. Needless to say, Yashir has grown ever egotistical and self absorbed in his methodology. How narrow minded must one be? To simply assume that everything is as it should be? That we do not share in his worry and care? Foolish and arrogant humans...

However, I am nearly there. I have been playing chess with Salviron, and I know it is coming... The next tier... I havent gone on a mission in so long Perhaps there will be one soon

State of the Syndicate — 5 Eleint, 1502 DR

I don't even know where to start.

The state of the Syndicate is hardly the state of myself. But, since this is about the Syndicate proper and my place within it, I'll keep it impersonal.

It's been hard to go to the grounds or the hall. They were a place of peace once, but I still think on the violence that's happened there and members quickly rising in rank that I don't have the strength to - well... I can't let that be true, can I? If it comes to standing shoulder to shoulder with my fellow members, it can't matter who they are. But suffice to say I'm insulated from many of the comings and goings day to day while I stay in Stillwood and concentrate on my projects.

I haven't had much work in the past month outside of commissions and making art to sell, along with trying to get the word out about Stillwood to the locals. I remain Guardian of the Forest. I try my best to make sure I wear that mantle honorably, at least to those outside my immediate circle that see the weakness in me and my unworthiness to the title.

Other members are investigating the Weaver and the threat it may be - I may become - to the Syndicate itself. I've found an unlikely kinship with Shev, who I think in a weird way is the only one who really understands what's going on inside me. He's at least found detachment and maybe peace in accepting his fate and isolating himself... people seem fine with it and I don't think his Patron is really a threat to the Syndicate right now. He's more comic relief than anything. So, while months past may have brought fights and sieges, I don't think anything like that is in our immediate future.

Harvest time is coming, perhaps there is some joy to be found in that.

- Solia Faolanri, Guardian of the Forest

Bri

This past month has been quiet. The prison at the forge is completed, and we have a wonderful guard owlbear named Jessica. I am working on training her to take orders, but she's learning how to play without trying to kill me, which is a benefit. The forge itself has also been upgraded, thanks to some newer ranking members.

On that note, lots of new faces. Maybe one day I'll learn all their names.

Theres a teleportation circle open to Neverwinter now. I have not been back there for fun though. I'm not sure I will be, too many bad memories. We also went on a job on a mining island out at sea, Liefdale. Odd place. We currently theorize the whole thing is a giant skull, and the material being mined is the creatures mind. Mining of Minds.

Jobs overall have been scarse though. I feel like Im right on the tip of a breakthrough.

Arlis the Shade

This month has been such a blur. I've been working on training with Lief and my craft, mostly. Lief is getting strong real fast. I don't think he realizes how strong he actually is. Hopefully while I'm gone he's been training still and can see against others just how far he's come. I'm real proud of him. As for me... I still have a ways to go. I need to get stronger. To get better... I need to prove that I'm worth my voice and my voice has merit. Currently I'm out on a mission to find Vesperleaf. I wanna help her. I think helping her will help with some of our other problems too.

Sargrea Maze

My month has been quiet for the most part. I somewhat assisted in finding a location to establish a teleportation circle in Baldur's Gate, though as I am writing now, I will not be the one to see its opening. I have relocated to Calimport for the time being. There is a temple of Kelemvor here that I have neglected to make my pilgrimage to. My services are requested here, and so here I shall be for the foreseeable future. A teleportation circle to Calimport should be opening soon enough, and will allow me to return back to the Syndicate.

Cyrus Sicarius

So much has happened. Too much. It was only last month, a great many of my friendships were dashed on others' paranoia, ill-treatment delivered by ill-thought out fears. When I did make a mistake, they used it as retroactive justification, never once apologizing for what they'd done before or how they treated me.

It was this bitterness I carried into the next month, but only for some days and then, I allowed it to heal into indifference. It is a method my mother taught me. Those who do not apologize and those who cannot change - two separate categories - do not deserve my attention nor acknowledgement. It allows us to work together in some capacity and blessedly saves me from interactions. To an extent.

Not extent enough. A deal was struck with Azrael, and in exchange for letting me ride his back, I pledged to apologize to Wuyon'e. But in truth, it was I who suggested the pledge to begin with because I am not a man who carries hate well. It ways on the shoulders and I simply wanted everything with Wuyon'e to calm, and this, this seemed like fine opportunity.

After all, I was taught many times over in very short period that Drow only seem to understand transactional behavior. That my apology came as a 'transaction' would have made it better in her eyes, I thought.

I was wrong. The surface must truly be getting to her to some extent - but a very limited one. Because after I apologized, she rejected it, and hounded me, following me all the way to my room. I had hoped to retreat to keep my temper, but she forced herself in, and I thought it wisest for me to simply walk away... Only to find her sleeping in my bed, covered in <u>*blood. </u> <u>IN MY BED.***</u> (The script here is so impressed into the paper that it nearly ripped through.)

After that, I no longer felt like my space was sacred nor safe in the Syndicate, so I moved with Bramnir.

A few missions later, and I contracted Lichen Plague. Bile lichen grew on my arm and sapped me of my energy, and when I went to the Syndicate for help, sleeping in the infirmary, I-
Well.
I'll spare you the details, but I was assaulted again by someone within the Syndicate.

After that, I no longer felt like my safety - or anyone's safety, for that matter - was considered in the Syndicate.

Yashir had been kind enough to take me, and all those that could have been infected by me, in, but it's a fact I learned belatedly. The last memory I had was of the assault, so when I woke not in the Syndicate's infirmary, but in Yashir's home, I was disconcerted and terrified. I don't remember much of what happened after. Only that I was suddenly in the woods, and Solia and Yashir were there. I had nearly killed Solia, Yashir told me. And then he punished me for that while, it seems, trying to... To prove something to Solia?

I can't remember. The illusion he summoned, it...

... Well.

Needless to say, after having my room broken into, my bed slept in, assaulted twice over, tormented by Yashir [deservedly; in this, he holds no fault], losing all respect I held for some of my once-favored comrades, and gods only knows what else I'm forcefully forgetting now, I moved to Calimport alongside Maze and haven't looked back.

I'm helping the Syndicate with opening a teleportation ring in Calimport, but beyond that, I have enjoyed being away. Even should I return more regularly, so as to protect the newcomers from making the same mistakes I did [such as trusting the Syndicate infirmary, apparently], I will live in a different city, I believe. Neverwinter, perhaps, after this? Luskan, I hear we try to open. I do like the cold.

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Harper

I have arrived at the Syndicate, and found its occupants in need of carpenters and those patient enough to create furniture. My time is spent as a builder and the newness of the skill is marvelous, the feeling of creation foreign and welcome. That dwarf did well in crafting this gauntlet that summons tools that fit perfectly to my hand. Well done indeed, Bramnir.

Now you who reads this, nosy little creature you are; what interest do you have with me?

The State of the Syndicate

1-30 Eleint, 1502 DR

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A comparatively more calm month for myself. In summary, my small events as a mercenary include:

• Freeing Neverwinter of the temporal chaos led by a magical manipulator space.
• Saving a farmer from a retired assassin after a dispute gone wrong.
• Facing bulettes ravaging the markets and the innocent shoppers.
• Dissuading bounty hunters from their prey and ruining their reputation.
• Taking down a Zhentarim leader while protecting a Waterdhavian noble wedding.
• Having a chance encounter with a stunning merchant.

A less busy month than others before. But, all the same, wonderful in its own way. My relationships have deepened. My business has flourished. I've gained substantial rewards, as the Syndicate has opened itself up to cities on the Sword Coast. In some sense, I hope my future reports are just as uneventful.

-Sylkran "Sylk" Teke'zynge

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i didnt do a whole bunch!!!!! thats okay :) i went and fought a buncha mushrooms and spiders and plants for dyes for some gobbo mom and her kid. then we went out to baldurs gate and explored to go find some leads but i dont remember that because i was asleep but apparently we were successful and i hear that now we can go there???? idk but ive been making a buncha weapons for the syndicate along with building fort wilson :D so maybe im not adventuring but im making a lotta progress!!!

if anyone wants to trade my weapon-making services for a casting of wish then id be happy to talk about it! still no leads which is kinda concerning... :( but i wont give up!

-rokka & wilson

Eleint 1502 DR

A busy month of Eleint, I assisted with starting negotiations for teleportation circles for multiple cities: Athkatla, because I didn't have enough heat for an entire season; Baldur's Gate, which was run-of-the-mill; and Luskan, which proved to be quite an interesting city of drow that I'll need to keep a closer eye on in the near future. I did have a productive talk with the bar owner, so there might be more to come for me there.

Also helped some druids close to the Syndicate; apparently, some long-running hunt for a druid saboteur that we managed to deal with, and in turn we got paid very handsomely for it.

These jobs allowed me to open up a place of my own in Loudwater, so I'm also close to those I care for, and to eventually run some business of my own. Honestly, good it happened so soon, after the recent capture attempt of Wuyon'e a few days ago, I can't see the Syndicate as a safe place anymore. Someone who's close enough to Sylk and her was part of these machinations, and so far only the Syndicate could house such a suspect... I can't in good conscience spend more time than necessary there, at least until this mystery is uncovered.

We need to tread carefully now, and good thing I'm a dame of means in this upside down.

Signed,

- Ssrin

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SYSTEM LOG: 1502 DR - eleasis & eleint

ARCHIVE 1: eleasis

Completed 2x missions. Acquired syndicate allies: D.U.S.K. . Favors: Temoren and D.U.S.K. offered assistance for system corruption.

Observation: mainframe and system infection has not escalated. syndicate allies danger potential nominal. Directive: analyse potential methods of mitigation.

ARCHIVE 2: eleint

Completed 1x missions. Enemies: Kaskur for sparing Feral-Tongue. Penalties: Unknown Chardalyn corruption to the main systems.

Warning: mainframe and system have been infected by an unknown corruption. main corruption within similar detected levels. Directive: discover affliction of new corruption. recalibrate main system function and equipment for higher combat efficiency.

Is this of common practice for guilds? An interesting way to go about records and employee reviews.

As of the end of The Fading, I have been staying at the Syndicate for about one and a half months. It feels as if both a long year and only a minute has passed, although that may be my muddled sleep schedule disturbing my sense of time. But my time here has been, surprisingly, quite pleasant.

Although mercenaries are technically freelancers, I've never felt a particular kinship with them before. They're oft to be troublemakers, to put it lightly- a majority of them of low renown and only focused on making coin, consequences or other livelihoods be damned.

Perhaps things are different, under the watchful eye and security of a guild, because the people that I've met here are all lovely and helpful- immediately friendly, even to an unfamiliar or odd face such as mine. I dare say I've even made a few friends. It's a deeply stark contrast from my travels just to get to Shining Falls, and one that I am very thankful for. (I've even picked up a new hobby, potion making- thank you, Yap, and my fellow students!)

That is all to say, however, that I'm unsure how much longer I'll be staying. I came here for a specific purpose, and as soon as it's fulfilled, I'm heading straight back the way I came... deserts and bandits be damned. I'll miss this place, though, so perhaps letters will be a viable alternative to simply never communicating with anyone here again.

If I'm particularly lucky, perhaps a teleportation circle will be stationed past Anauroch, near the forests I lovingly call home. It may still take some travel time, yes, but nothing as grueling as the months-long trek I made.

As for an actual report... Things seem to be going well for the Syndicate. Plenty of new faces signing up what feels like multiple times a week, members constantly honing their craft or their skills in combat, even a few making their own houses or businesses purely off of their success in missions. It's impressive, on all fronts, and I hope for everyone's sake that Marpenoth doesn't break this streak.

Even if there have been a few... alarming posts on the notice board. I believe there was a kidnapping at some point later in the month? I wish all the best for those involved.

But yes, I would go so far as to say that I'm enjoying my stay and employment.

(A few more sentences are started and then hastily scribbled out- "I should head home," "For my own sake," "For my loved ones sakes,"...)

It certainly wouldn't be... terrible, if I had to spend more time here.

The note that is added (belatedly) to the Syndicate's records for Eleint 1502DR is a small slip of paper no larger than a postcard. No matter the size, there seems to be an incredible amount of information crammed onto it, as the tiny curved script of the eladrin known among the Syndicate as 'Ansrivarr' fills it from edge to edge.

Eleint 1502 Dale Reconing

When the elders among the Keepers of the Grandfather tree came to me and bid me travel southeast, it was with reluctance. By the reckoning of the stars, it had been many years since I tread the paths in that part of the forest, so it would usually have been with eagerness that I took up the request.

Twas the reason they bid me go that made me hesitate.

I sought out my mentor for counsel.

It was by the wise words of theirs that I did heed the petition of the elders and began to watch and keep record of the point of concern. To observe, to question, to assess.
In time, I found myself seeking those knowledgeable about the area, which brought me to individuals associated with the Glass Fang Syndicate. The construct known as D.U.S.K, a man by name of Lief who spoke a shared tongue, two drow by names of Sylk and Wuyon'e, and a woman who lived with them by name of Tova were among them. Though there were others. Their dealings with me were the song of the Syndicate. A discordant and fractured tune which grates on the ears and offends the harmony of one's emotions. Only with one did I find common ground. But the song as a whole was found wanting in many matters. And most concerning was the confirmation that among them there was no druid.

An affront to say the least, though not unexpected given my observations.

Considering their contract with care, I found no clause which bound me to the Syndicate above my other duties and no master to serve which superseded my mentor's designs. As such, I determined that it only assisted me in the requested task if I were to join their numbers for a season. How long a season, I do not know, but when the time comes to leave this place, one may hope the song they sing will be a better one than the one sung to me.

~ I am known here as Ansrivarr.

This month was wrought with strangeness in all honesty. We pursued Lady Vesperleaf, Vincel enacted our agreement to compete with each other for a full month, and everyone grows stronger by the day.

It certainly has been a trip despite the business I find myself in.

-Salviron Lisel

This has been a pretty busy month. I've made many tankards and jewerly at the smithy, enough to buy the materials to make plate armor!

Regarding adventures Dusty and I met with a few other Syndicate Members to escort a caravan towards the Greypeak Mountains. On the way a strange dog called us towards a steam filled cave. It was hard work but we managed to intimidate the thugs inside and free some random animals. The dog was actually a broken minded druid wanting to help her friends. We later fought a red dragon that wanted revenge on the druid.

A few days later we received a message. A apprentice wizard needed some help. He called himself a fool, he was cooking using fire magic and managed to open a portal to the fire realm... pretty impressive to do as an apprentice wizard.

Later in the month I went back to Phlan with John White. There was a ghost in the keep? Or something... honestly this trip was a failure. We wanted to make the beacon in Phlan's keep to work again.

We only managed to find a shrine to Dagon in the basement, kill some undead and save the Black Hand guards.