I am Wytt, once a raven familiar to my mistress Evara Priestess of Akasha, but now a man once again as she is dead. I found the journal the priest Aden had been keeping. I shall continue with this folly.

My mistress and I joined the party after meeting them at the Beaver clan village. We would help them in their endeavors to exterminate the Cyroptera and stop them from raising their demon god. Many battles ensued against these strange creatures and others. Finally the party led by the skald Valbraun decided to make a stand. We were beset upon from two directions. My mistress held off their onslaught from one direction, while the others held the other. But in the end our defensive lines were breached and their spells entrapped us. I watched the bright priest Aden die slowly being torn apart by the insectoids, one must wonder where his god was in his time of need. My mistress fell with her spell fires burning the enemy before she succumbed. In the end the party was victorious, letting my mistress bleed out while they looted the bodies. The mighty dwarf Mudreck fell in battle as well, I’m sure no one will be singing for him..

Most of the party retreated to safety, but the dark warrior priest Sunny stayed back, it was while he gathered the corpses of the enemy to make a shrine to his god the I returned to my human self. Fortunately he decided not to offer me up to his god so I gathered what I could from the corpse of my mistress, she was lovely even in death. But then Sunny decided to have a bit of a feast upon her corpse, so I fled from his dark hunger and joined the others in their sanctuary, introducing myself as a humble servant of Evara.

After resting in a temple of Ardennor the party pressed on from there, discovering one remaining Ice Needle hanging from the water fall. But they set off a trap of sonic resonance and the icy block began to crumble. The party fled in all directions, some foolishly going deeper into the needle as it disintegrated. But some odd magic held an icy sarcophagus afloat. With further odd magics the gnome and skald somehow managed to get within the icy tomb while the entirety of the Ice needle crumbled into the river 300ft below. The all chaos ensued. The creature within awakened and began shredding the gnome and skald, but of course the gnome escaped. Sunny leapt from the precipice and drove his spear into the icy block, joined by Wilma, insanity at it’s best. Then Schlomo called upon his drunken god and dispelled the magic holding the the icy block now coated in the blood of the skald in place and so it began to fall. The creature within broke free, and it and Sunny grapped as it flew above the great ravine. However Valrbraun, Wilma and eventually Sunny all fell as well. But the drunken dwarf used his wand to create a fog to slow their decent. At which point the rest of us became aware of another wave to insectoids rushing in, so we all jumped into the magical fog, allowing us to fall slowly into the river below.

After a bit of frigid turmoil we rejoined but soon realized we were missing our Skald, but were in no shape to go find him as assuredly he was somewhere in the river. So we rested once more to gather our strength. Using magical means the group discerned Valbraun had been consumed by some massive turtle like creature. As such they baited the creature and and killed it. Oddly the insectoids left us alone while the group dissected the creature pulling out the remains of Valbraun and then not surprisingly looted his corpse. Though some things may have been lost to the river, he had certainly gathered quite a few items of power. The band of heroes didn’t bother to do any last rites or even a few words over who was once their leader and left this body there, laying next to the dead turtle thing. Just as they did with the priest Aden and my mistress… So I must wonder, why should I stay with such a group.? And yet I am drawn into their folly, like a moth to a flame.

From here we retreat back to Coppercore to recover from our trials. Hopefully the Cryoptera will not have awoken their demon god before we return, if indeed we do. Seems it would make more sense for the local lord here do step up and do what needs to be done, but apparently he’s off battling some orchish horde..

I am surrounded by fools and vagabonds who would be heroes…