To the Council of Grognards,
This journal entry marks the first incident since the last report. Guild members Wenzan, Hetch A’Khan, Amabel, Novad, Manawa, and Rolen played a role in this entry.
Little more than cold wicked weather was seen as of late. This meant that we were at the mercy of the towers vigil as leaving this place surely meant death from the freeze. The solitude wasn’t intended to last it seems for the winter wolf somehow allies itself with great beings of nature. A giant ice demon came to our doorstep as the coward wolf watched from his distant vantage point… assessing our strength even in our prisoned condition. Even still, the great frozen beast fell from our combined efforts. The wolf not to be seen…
Over the preceding days, a strange shift came upon the remaining river tribe members. My initial thoughts were of illness from the storm and the Goblins likely weak constitution. Our efforts to heal them seemed to… change them, for them to grow larger. The healing proved most effective for one particular goblin. For when we were done, he stood as tall as a man and could now fully look down upon myself with questioning eyes. More interestingly, he also now held a new goblinoid child that he seemed to care for. He spoke of traveling south when the young are strong, but his eyes now held an intelligence that gave me caution.
Thought I advised against it, the members chose to risk the tower and allow the remaining goblins to emerge to their more striking forms. Some notable exceptions to this were Sneebie and Quiffed. Sneebie’s newborn perished during the rebirth and appeared to remain closer to his original self, while Quiffed failed to undergo the same transformation as the others.
Upon our investigation, Quiffed and his “wife” Kithri, revealed their true identity as halfings from the empire’s alchemist guild here to collect information on the life forms present in the my homeland. His work proves to be of no interest to me, though I seem to be alone in that regard among the guild.
As the ice melted, the newly changed goblinoids decide to head south and make a new home. With their words they praise our restraint while they were helpless, but I still feel there is more to this path than we know and unfortunately only time will show the truth.
Our path forward seems to be that of griffin eggs. The journey into the thawed grassland proved to a dangerous mission as the warm weather invited vicious creatures into our company. These beasts moved like panthers, but had more legs and struck their prey with long powerful tentacles from their backs. They set upon the party as we made our way. They had a cunning way about them and were often quite difficult to strike with spells and sword alike. This proved tricky and though many would drop during the battle, we were able to come out the endeavor alive before making camp.