Falcons Hollow.

Over a week has passed since I took on the quest from Marcus, Child of the Sun, worshipper of Pelor, to help protect the caravan heading to Hobham. From what I was told by Marcus, Hobham is currently only a small community of people, not yet big enough to call a village but after the arrival of this caravan things should change. With me on the road is Jäger, a woodsman and archer. He too was hired to help protect the families willing to endure the dangerous road.. He keeps to himself most of the time, preferring solitude but I can tell that once his chilly exterior has been broken a warm soul resides within him. Leading the caravan is a Dwarf Cleric by the name of Loral, a worshipper of the Morriden. A worthy woman to follow as she lead us forward with her warhammer helping free our path ahead of us.

The reason I have decided to chronocalise my journey is because I am finding life outside the temple of Sir Ganther is more difficult and perilous than expected. The elders tried to prepare me before leaving as an anointed but only until I saw how fallen some of my fellow men have become, I could not have believed it.

Within the first week of travel we have lost a number of families and one of our wagons to bandits. Jäger bravely spotted and dispatched as many as he could with his keen senses and long bow and I helped defend the defensless if any of the bandits managed to get past him. 

Morale was beginning to drop and so was our supplies We had started out with enough to get to Hobham but the attacks we had suffered had taken it's toll on us. Loral, Lady of the Forge, suggested we take an a detour to the lumber town of Falcons Hollow to replenish our supplies and hopefully some rest would re-stoke the fire in the hearts of the people Jäger and I were tasked to help defend.

The road to Falcons Hollw was easy enough to follow, even if it seemed to be less trodden than it may once have been.  The only obstacle we hit was when we were approached by two men.  I have to admit that my nerves became a little on edge as they approached but I need not have worried,  They were not meant to refuse entry but to warn unsuspecting travelers of a sickness that had started to spread in Falcons Hollow.  They suggetsed that he caravan should not enter the town and Loral advised we take heed of the warning.  Who was I to argue, her wisdom and cunning had proven itself many times on the road and my mind had clearly been affected by the long journey to get even here.  Being constantly on guard against any unfamilar face for fear of bandits had polluted me.  I thanked Sir Ganther by sending the two men before me as a reminder that good men still existed in these parts and instantly I felt his divine presence looking over me.

We still needed the supplies to continue so it was decided that Loral will make contact with her friend to negotiate for supplies while Jäger and I investigated what we could about the malody that had started to take hold of here.