Another adventure, another fire-side letter. I have seen, and battled, one of the very legends that impelled me to leave the Emirat, a tale we heard many times from the travelling minstrels and bards you employed.
I was on watch, not long before midnight, when a veritable horde of goblins poured into our camp. Luckily my cries woke my companions (I say ‘cries’ literally; I had been hit twice with arrows. Thankfully the reinforced armour you gave me when I left you protected me, but has prompted some sewing for my nightly duties). These child-like creatures were dispatched with relative ease, and I am proud to say I gave rather a better account of myself than I did against the Crispin, but I had no idea that the goblins were a forerunner for a greater, and I had thought mythical, threat…
The beast towered over me, and wore a gore-soaked hat rammed on its head. If creatures like the Redcap truely watch us from the forests, I am glad I have friends like the Domini, Indigo and Sican Al’Tehrin. Even the prankster Roxninger. While I don’t appreciate his sense of humour, I was glad of his presence. It took all of our combined efforts to slay the legend and its ‘keeper’, a goblin of a sort wielding arcane power. But the Keeper was no match for Sican’s own magic and the arrows of Roxninger, and it too was killed soon after it’s pet.
But I think we all suffered some hurt at the hands of our attackers, none more than Indigo, although I was happy to see her wounds were not as bad as I had first thought.
Tonight we rest and heal our lumps and bumps, and tomorrow we carry on with our quest. But once again, if we can defeat such a monster as the Redcap, I don’t see anything giving us much pause on the way…
The All Father watch over you,