Arrival in the Lone Lands

The road to the Lone Lands was a long one. The trip though uneventful was difficult. There was a stark difference between the landscape of Breeland and this desolate place. After a long run I came upon a dilapidated structure that was the first sign of friendly folk I'd seen. It was appropriately called the Forsaken Inn.

There was an assortment of odd and surly characters there. As with all of the settlements I've been to there were an assortment of tasks these folk needed someone to take on. I began helping wherever I could.

The first task of note was to locate a missing wagon and driver. I found it on the edge of the Midgewater Marsh. The Goblins had destroyed the cart and killed the driver. While I was a able to dispatch the brood responsible, I doubted this would be the end. It was disturbing to see that these goblins were already operating in Breeland. Was I already too late.

I needed to address the Goblin problem quickly. Not wanting to make the mistakes of my past I took a cautious approach and began scouting the area around the Inn. I discovered a number of Goblin camps. The appeared fairly well organized which was not a good sign. Along the way I found pockets of orcs and a host of hostile wildlife. I've seen no evidence of organization among the orcs yet, though rumor has it that they have camps somewhere to the north of Weathertop. I'll need to investigate this soon.

I returned to the Inn and began working on the simple tasks there. I've seen them before. Materials needed, animal populations reduced, lost items recovered. I hope that my efforts here will help me gain the trust of the locals. They have been here for quite some time and I suspect they may know more then they will willingly tell a stranger. time will tell.