Tarvoh's Journal

Tarvoh's Journal is the personal journal of Clifford A. Tarvoh.

 
10 Frostfall, 1318
Last night I had a strange, worrying dream. I dreamt that the city, all of it, was on fire, yet also frozen. The towers of New Stormcastle in flames and ice, and the silhouette of a huge dragon flying across the sky. A chaotic mess of contradicting destruction. I was standing on top of the Lucky 13 with no way down. From that vantage point I saw that the flames extended through the mountains to the north, toward Lin; and down the roads to the south, toward Goldmask. The whole Empire, perhaps the whole world, being destroyed. It was certainly an unpleasant experience to wake from, but I shouldn’t let these things cloud my mind. Dreams are only reflections of my own mind and my own fears, they have no purpose in the real world. This means nothing. That’s what I have to assure myself of.

11 Frostfall, 1318
This new crew came back from their mission a success. They captured a prisoner, a young hobgoblin named Oraan, though I'm not sure how much he knows. I’m sure we will find out soon enough, as Nebaske and Glory are doing the interrogation. This comes as a bit of a surprise to me, as Kathleen would normally be the one joining Nebby, not Glory. Regardless, I’m glad these new recruits are showing the promise I predicted of them. When I get the chance I have to be sure to thank them.
For me, the day was rather uneventful. I assisted Garde in his training. Duffa came in to cast Find Familiar, she seemed a bit off but she'd had a long day. Later Nebby joined us in the training for a while, while Glory continued the interrogation

12 Frostfall, 1318
I’m worried. I try to stay calm when I am able but right now, I am worried. I went to check on Glory in her laboratory to find she has been obsessively stewing over her notes from the interrogation, all day and all night. She believes Oraan and this gang he is a member of are planning something dangerous, something about an ancient Dwarven artifact, untold destruction, and apocalyptic predictions. She was speaking fast and worried and even a bit angry when she left. I tried to convince her not to go. As best I can figure she is going to the Dwarven ruins of Kord Koldar, in the mountains north of Drain. She is by no means an explorer of dangerous ruins, and neither am I but I feel obliged to go after her. She’s going to get herself killed in there, and someone needs to save her. I’m going to go after her. Hopefully I can catch up with her and talk her down from her conspiracy before she is too far gone.