The misfits – Mud Man Bellweather, Enho or don’tKnow, and Helmet-headed Sarge. We have spent several days expedition into the swamp and forest to gather materials for the alchemist. It’s been about two weeks and the alchemist made good on his delivery of three healing potions. I being the true leader of this group and the only person without exceedingly high degree of mental problems have decided to take the troop in to the wood to find the ghoul cave Bart’s team has been bragging about, to the point of some dwarf died and was brought back to life. I have been clanked over the head by a fuming father and blacked out only to recover, most likely, what happened. We went north in to the woods as I had over heard Barteck’s conversations with the other rangers. We travel in to a part of the forest where the trees were of vivid colors. Enho don’tknow, got very concerned and we left the area.
The next day the misfit assembly went back into the woods and again we found a region where the trees were strangely colored. We found a pool of radiances, which we lost ourselves momentarily. We had an encounter with a fey creature. The group became lost. We struggled to find our way back to Stannisberg late that night.
We sleep the next day and went out a third time. Enho/don’tknow was talking about the fey lands as another dimension and how sometime the realms of the fey and the prime overlap each other and the boundary between the lands get thin. He thinks this is what is going on here. I did not pay attention to the elf’s ramblings. I will not get lost this time, I will mark the trees and will be able to find my way out. Again we entered the section of the forest where the colors of the area were different, we met with a fey and the other talked to it. I did not care. I wanted to make sure we could find our way back, but as I started to look for the marked trees, I could not find them. We were transported into a different world. This is the same tree I marked but it is noy marked now. Maybe the time is distorted and we are here before we got here and before I marked the trees. Bellweather was able to guide us back to Stannisberg, without temporal distortions. We have all agreed this area is dangerous and we will abandon searching in this expanse of the woods.