2 Pharast, 4711 AR
Ach, I knew things would be bad.
The rains have come hard this year, early too, and to make it all that much worse It’s been five years, almost to the day, since that accursed devil-child was born. Agatha thinks I’m too tough on Anessa but if she’s cursed then she deserves it for everything that has befallen this place and those of us who live here. If not, then I’m only preparing her for life as an adult. By Abadar and Erastil, life is not easy anywhere in Varisia and I can’t have the person I was charged with raising being unprepared for whatever might come. Besides, being of noble birth, maybe she has kin or an inheritance and the gods know we could use a generous reward for raising her.
Well, here’s hoping that this old inn sees a good amount of coin when the barges come in for the festival. Another harsh season or two and this place is done for, what with that damned Half-Orc levying heavy tolls on the road. It’s so bad that we almost never see anyone upon it now. It’s all by river. Phineus says he’s spotted red-marked Orcs at the old manor too. No doubt brought in by Dukoshk. It’s all but been confirmed by that old loon John who also says the number of Goblins spotted upon the riverbanks have grown. Normally I wouldn’t trust his rantings but I know he wouldn’t lie about this. Now if he’d only shut up about the doom!
3-4 Pharast, 4711 AR
Disaster! Rains have been coming as hard as I’ve ever seen em. Looking like it might flood bad. A few stragglers have come in early catching me off guard. So much to do and in all the commotion Anessa has run off or disappeared into the night. I fear for her safety – this night isn’t fit for the bravest of souls though a few have gone out to look for her. I’ll stay here in case she wanders back in. After all, she might be hiding in the attic again. Besides, I have customers to attend to!
Morning. No sign of that blasted girl! Maybe the Goblins got her, the witch, or maybe it was ‘ol snappy?
More of us going out today to look for her, or whatever might be left of her. Can’t leave the inn though, more customers.
5 Pharast, 4711 AR
CURSES AND TRAGEDY! Oh Blessed Gods why do you allow this curse to continue?!?! What have we done that you ignore our pleas so?
Last night, John all but smashed the door of the Inn right off it’s hinges, and woke everyone in the whole village! To the horror of all he explained that he awoke to the sounds of screaming. Seems That old barge, the wandering sparrow, hit something in the water and sank, taking all souls with her. Sure it was old but that boat was in good shape. John says it sank fast too. Personally, I think it was that damned monster!! John says it wasn’t but wont tell me how he knew for sure. I think he’s in league with it, hiding the truth. If it wasn’t the water beast it must have been the witch in the woods! Either way, I ran him off for good. He’s as bad as that damned girl!
Most of the local men went down to the accident site to look for survivors or at least reclaim bodies. Strange that this should happen so close to the festival of bones, no?
I remained to calm the women and watch for anyone who might have made it ashore. Good thing too!
A man rode into town on a jailers wagon, the kind with the big, iron cages on the back for hauling prisoners. After stabling his horses in the barn, he paid me a pretty sum to keep everyone away from the wagon. Said he had a dangerous felon, wanted in Korvosa. Even showed me a poster with a Halfling on it. I wisely took his coin, did as I was told, and kept questions to myself. Honestly though, I’m no fool – this fellow t’aint no law man and I doubt he’s much of a bounty hunter. He’s on the run from something. Got all discouraged when I told him roads might be too dangerous to travel. Told him his horses needed rest and feed. Told him he might need to stay a two, three more days. Mans got to make a living, right!
Where the hell IS everyone? They should be back from the river by now!
Night fell with the rains growing. I thought the men were all back but it turned out to be a rag tag bunch of wanderers. Not a good sign to see folk like these about but I couldn’t afford to turn down money. Two Dwarves, A Half-Elf with a dark air about him or her, a Elf Priestess of the wandering goddess, and an Ork-kin. That law man sure got nervous when they came in!!
The Dwarves started drinking as soon as they sat down and got into some sort of contest. I charged em extra for the drink what with them being twice the girth of a man. Dunno where that half elf got up to and old Maggie took the Half-Orc to her house since I wouldn’t allow it in here. I have hopes that the priestess will protect us and bring good fortune.
Barnabus says he sees his wife outside in the rain. Excellent news! She was on the boat when it sank so I guess there were survivors. He ran out to meet her…
OH GODS, NO!!!!….