The Coming Dark

Yew's Bullet Notes
Thoughts And Reflections

I Arrived At B ack Water (HAHA stills makes me laught the “L” was lost on the sign so now its b ack water) Shithole like half the other towns i been in but whatever maybe work can be found down to my last 10 gold after upgrading armor and shield. I like this heavy stuff no one can see me unless i chose to makes me feel safe more at home closed in from the out side world it allows me to be the selfless that i am cause as of now no one can penatrate me… well them wizards can what not with there magic things but other a shield in the face can’t slove … im thinking about upgrading to 2 shields just have to find one that works as a weapon too can’t be all def. and no play have to have a little fun am right? still dont get why i write to my self like someone else is reading it guess it comes fromt he echo i here in this armor… reminds me of one of them old bard songs… “i can lock all my armor and be the only one in… in armor” haha…

Went Traping Off Into the woods looking for some old druid or something was hoping for work done want and landed into some godly stuff powers i can’t seems to hit with broad and shield… i really dont like that but the rest of the blockheads seems to not mind… 2 halflings think one his a holy and the other is well not holy i guess havn’t see him do much other then fucking talk… hasn’t stopped yet… other is only armor wearing darkskin… what the word im looking for… ni… Drow thats it… one of them shifty people dont like them much either… think they better then me… have yet to meet one that can out smart sword… haha
other is quite dude follows lead but hangs back… not much of man but hes not annoying so hes ok in my book… we did arrive with other dude… tall bastard talking about water alot made me thristy alot… havn’t seen him since me left town… But anyways till i see you again book… lets hope there is an again…

Day 1 Page, 128
Journal 1

This is written going backwards from my own personal ritual book.

Day 1 Page 128
Mood: Optimistic
p. It’s interesting how much time can be spent in close area with five people and how much or little you can learn. I’m joined by two half lings, a drow, a creature clad in heavy armor, and a shady looking human. I think I’ll be okay it something were to happen.

When we arrived at the town of Blackwater I was a little disappointed. I was hoping for something more, water based to say the least. This will be a change from my port town, but hopefully this will be fun. Seeing a new town surrounded by nature will be enlightening.

So, I made the mistake of trying to go the lake which seemed closer when I last looked. The rest of the people I was traveling with walked into town. So I have no idea what is going on. This walk is pointless.

So, when I finally made it back everyone was having a problem with one guy blocking the stairs. Then almost as soon as I got there. It ended when the mayor I guess had shown, eh as long as there isn’t trouble.

So when people went to the Inn or to meet up with the same guy they were having trouble with, I decided that was the best time to stroll and enjoy the view. During the walk everyone promptly went with the hunter they seemed to not like and left. Oh well, at least I found something that looks like it could hold the words of the gods and goddesses. Figured I could waste time till It was time to go or I’m requested.

mood content



The road unwinds before you, a serpent of grey cobbles wending its interminable way through the escarpments of snow-dusted rock toward the village of Blackwater. From the wagon, you can just make out the greasy plumes of smoke pumping from the bellows of cooking fire and crooked chimney alike, each one tracing a lazy finger of black through the purpling bruise of pre-dawn.

The cart’s driver, a burgher who introduced himself only as Kreeg, seems as comfortable in the high places of the world as are the thick-pelted rams that pick their lazy way across the distant cliff-faces, his knotted beard and dirt-streaked cloak of homespun linen both tied off against the wind with thin bands of copper filigree. His fingers are equally adorned, each sporting a gemmed ring of varying size and cut, and, coupled with his prodigious gut, could easily proclaim a life of ease and comfort, but a well-worn axe thuds against his breeches with each shuddering bounce of the cart, and his arms are corded with a fighter’s muscle, for there are none who travel into the Northlands unprepared.

Least of all, the lot of you…


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