Alturiak, The Claw of Winter, Tenth-Day, The Year of Tankard, 1370 DR.
The weather seems to be worsening. We’ve been hit by three separate storms since my last entry, and it doesn’t seem to be calming.
I will pray to Helm, God of Protection, Talos, God of Storms, and Umberlee, Goddess of the Sea to grant us safe passage.
To calm myself, I will revisit my teaching from the Temple.
Blessed be the Divine that chooses me as their Herald and Hand.
Father Ulbron has retired to his cabin for the night. I shall take my leave as well, and try to get some sleep before the dawn returns.
We are still a while away from our destination, but I heard that we may stop for more provisions within the next few weeks. Hopefully I’ll be able to send my letters to Gregory at the next port.
Blessed be.
Several pages have been torn from the journal, water stained and torn, the journal still has some use...
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I’ve woken this morning to find myself in a strange half-ruined town. The people here are calling it ‘Tower Haven’. I don’t remember how I got here, or where I was before.
This journal is the only clue to who I was before I awoke, I shall keep it close to me, and continue to document my discoveries. I have not seen anyone matching the sketch of Father Ulbron, nor do I exactly know of his significance to me, but we did travel together. He may be able to help me piece together what happened. As I prepared myself to set off in search, I was stopped by the people of the town. They say it is not safe to travel outside of the town alone, and that it is better to venture out with more experienced travellers.
The people here have shown me kindness, and I feel compelled to return it onto them. I shall join the next group to leave Haven, and see what we can find in the surrounding area. Maybe I will stumble across the ship I wrote about in this journal.
