From a roughly bound stack of loose paper titled 'Vlolkir'
I come back from the mountains, tell a lot of stories, show teeth from the bear we killed, have pints and slap backs with others in Throal. I felt the wind calling, and asked around to see who would need a strong arm. A potion maker wants adepts, trying to make rare potions I think. He says we have to find rare creatures for it. Something called a ghenis that eats its own, and a jehuthra that lives in old mines. I felt great honor in standing without fear against the bear and the dead things before, I hope to do so again.
We go southwest from throal. We walk a long time. Days out we come to what are trees. I have never seen the like, so tall, not like a mountain but among them is like being in a kaer in a way. I am looking at the green and up trying to still see the sky between the trees. We walk into wolves because I did not see them from looking up. We take stance and fight, I pick a wolf to try myself with. I cant seem to strike the wolf, I cant hurt the wolf. The wolf tears my leathers and cuts my flesh deep. I step back to burn my wounds close as raiders do, and Jael who can talk to beasts makes one tell the others to leave, I think, as they do. That one stays though.
We go on to a clearing following the potionmaker's rumors of ghenis. We find the herders, they say the move the survivors away from the small ghenis. We ask which way, and they point us on. We look hard for them and move silent, until we find small ghenis in a clearing they made eating trees. We decide to ambush from the side. After coming out and startling the ghenis we have to kill them all, it is good hard work, and we have a good battle. Zil the windling who I have known before does a thing with magic that makes ice on the ground, and the ghenis come at us one by one. This makes a better fight, more enjoyable. We kill the little beasts, but it is not the beasts the potionmaker wants, it is their birthing sacks? We take them and leave.
We walk northwest, follow an old road, looking for an old mine. Takes some long time. Then, the dwarf tells us he sees the mine. We go to look, but dead men come out and surround us. We fight hard. I tell the others to kill them fast, many blades make short work. Many of us are wounded and bloodied. The fight is hard and there are many to kill. We rest and eat fresh goat stew. When we are strong again, going into the mine takes us into the dark. The others light torches or use crystals. I am ahead and am hit with something cold that makes it hard to run. Then jehuthra come. I do not like jehuthra. They run from the fight and come back behind me and the others in bad places. Their shells turn my mace. I do not like jehuthra. We kill two, the two biggest and strongest. The potionmaker takes their parts, and is happy. He gives us silver, I think not enough, but it is silver I have now, and I can train and join the second circle so I am pleased. I was hurt bad in this journey. I hope to be stronger soon, I dont want to stay in Throal long.