Our travels to Winterhaven were waylayed by a mob of diminutive Draconic like creatures. Though they fought with a cunning that belied their crude appearance my brothers in arms and I with the guidance of His most Holy Erathis were able to best them. When we arrived in the small town I discovered that these creatures, called Kobolds, had been plagueing the community for several months. I met Sister Linora at the Temple of Avandra and though she was quite busy preparing to do her duties as an acolyte of the Goddess of Change she generously took the time to discuss the problems of the community. She suggested that we might approach Lord Patrick and offer our assistance. The good sister did not recocognize Duvan Stahl’s name when I inquired about him but thought that Elian the Old, who could often be found at the local tavern may be able to help us.
I returned to find my compainions had already talked with the old farmer and had aquired a crudely drawn map to the sight of the old burial site that brought our friend this great distance from home.
With Sergeant Felix and Daxogenes by my side we requested and were granted an audience with the Lord Patrick. After disscussing the extent of the Kobold problem and the militia’s inablity to deal with it Lord Patrick offered us a commision to resolve the matter through the force of our arms and a reward of one hundred peices of gold if we were successful. We accepted the challenge in the name of Erathis in order to tame the wilderness and defend the light against the encroaching darkness.
Early the next morning, with a good nights rest and a hot meal we set out in search of the kobold’s lair south east of the town. Again the beasts waylayed us on the old kings road but we dispatched them with ease. This attack troubled me worse than the first, for one of the creatures called on the arcane arts and after we slew him I discovered crudely crafted holy symbol of Orcus the Demon Prince of the Undead.
Deep in the forest, near where Lord Patrick’s map indicated the kobold lair was, we came across a waterfall from a great cliff and next to the shallow stream stood a circle of stone monoliths. Orpheus’s keen eyes detected the band of kobolds gathered around the stones and this time we ambushed them. Our easy victory earlier in the day seemed to have dulled our reactions and the beasts nearly got the best of us. My rudimentary training in basic first aid and the hand of Erathis guiding me was all that stood between Sergeant Felix and the Raven Queen. We defeated the kobolds but one of their number escaped into the water fall screaming, as Daxogenes and Orpheus tell me, something about warning Irontooth. Gathering our wits and our weapons we waited as Daxogenes scouted the cliff face and discovered an entrance to a cave structure behind the falls. We pushed our way in with blades and Orpheus’s spells and killed wave after wave of the cornered beasts until their leaders, a brutish goblin they called Irontooth and a second kobold sorcerer. With our backs pressed against the dank tunnels we fought with the raving goblin but before long it was obvious that we were outmatched. I suggested to our Sergeant that we withdraw but his brave hand steadied my own and we fought on. Orpheus fell to a cowardly kobold’s sling stone and soon the crazed goblin gave me a deep wound that brought in the darkness.
When I awoke I found Daxogenes standing over me tending my wounds and begging me to come back. With out his strong soul we surely would have all perished in that dark place. He had slain Irontooth and the sorceror and coaxed the life back into my limbs with little more than the sound of his voice. Erathis truly works in mysterious ways.
In the lair we found the spoils of the kobolds banditry and a finely crafted suit of Dwarven Chainmail blessed by the gods, that Sergeant Felix offered to me. I now wear it proudly and hope that I will do it’s previous owner proud. In the posession of the goblin was a note indicating that they were working for fiercer masters intent on opening some sort of rift that can only mean worse trouble for the peoples of Winterhaven. My body aches from the combats of the day so I shall lay down my pen for the evening and attempt to rest both body and mind in the lair of the defeated. Erathis watch over us this night.