As I pause to write these words, we find ourselves in a fortunate position. Had it not been for the bravery and valor of Mola, the rest of us would not be standing here right now.
Our group found the source of the river and the source of the taint. An ogre shaman (not a druid, I might add, at least not as I know them), and his retinue of trolls and goblins had bound a liquid spirit - to what end, we do not yet know, but before we could gather additional information, the goblins spotted Osbert, and the fight was on. Our inability to get the drop on them meant we could not form an effective fighting formation. Osbert in particular fought valiantly, and by the grace of Norris he is still with us. Orenthal was blinded by the shaman, and we must now find a cure for his affliction. Soromir stood in and suffered attacks, although his swing did not consistently find it's mark. Jace did his best work to keep our morale high.
Mola delivered a few punishing blows, but his greatest contribution was to capture the attention of the trolls, which he did up until the moment he was rent in twain. What led him to come with us remains a mystery to me, but I am grateful to whatever force pointed him in that direction. Evershade, Jethu, and the world itself will be a lesser place without him.
As for me, I found myself mostly ineffective in hand-to-hand combat. I utilized an Entangle spell, but in some ways it was as hindering to us as it was to our enemies, and the shaman was mostly unaffected. What did work, however, were the Hippogriffs, who did not deal significant damage, but were able to not only occupy the shaman's attention, but ferry Mome Rath to the other side of the field, allowing him to take on the goblins. He did well, but the fight took a lot out of him. He will need rest and recuperation, as will I, as will the majority of our crew.
With any luck, we can release the water spirit from her bonds, and restore the river.
Entry concluded.
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