Dale Reckoning 1372, Marpenoth 2
An entry from the personal writings of Simon Lodish, servant of the True:

The past day has been quite the adventure. After our magical arrival at Daggerdale's temple of Lathander, we found ourselves- almost literally- knee deep in a massacre but with a new ally: one Alton Newcastle. Someones or somethings came to the temple to murder, mutilate, and desecrate the Morninglord's house of worship. The Maztican was attacked by a monstrous beast of earth, a gargolye. Though sorely wounded, it was a matter of moments before his wounds healed themselves, no small thanks to the magical assistance of the druidess Sinwa.

We met with the lord of the region, Randall Morn. Though we came seeking a magical disturbance of "epic proportions," we were asked to investigate rumors of drow raiders. They had become increasingly bold, even to go so far as to strike in the heart of the town proper. It was even suspected that drow were responsible for the Morninglord Massacre, something that I would not put past them, if what is said about them is true at all. Our investigation in the town proving fruitless, we decided to try finding their trail.

Leaving Daggerdale, we encounted a roving swarm of insects that we later identified as swarm eaters. Here was the first opportunity to unleash magical mayhem. And indeed we did. Resident sorcerer Morgan summoned black tentacles to the battlefield, demolshed solid earth with a sound, and vanished from view. The druidess once again used her impressive skill in conjuration to call forth a being of purest air to fight alongside us.

The blind one turned out to be the wandering grimlock Erut, who claims no recollection of his life. For whatever reason he wanders, he wanders alone no more. Both a capable warrior and tracker, he is also a practitioner of the mental Art. None of our skills, though, seemed to be of much avail in tracking the drow until late in the afternoon, when Alton and Itzcuhal found another set of murders, this time in a boat floating on the river. On route to investigate it, we were caught in the trap of Gregalevithix, a dragon of the copper variety. Though their kind is legendary for their pranks and tricks, we found ourselves unable to enjoy it with as much gusto as he did. It was here that we met two more of Lord Randal's agents, Torel the warrior-druid and Serina Starfire, a warmage in the Lord's personal employ.

Refocused on our drow quarry, we followed the trail through sundown, when we eventually decided to camp for the night. With my magic of sustaining, I took it upon myself to do something for the murdered sailors, and went off to bless their remains and possibly bury them. With the ranger in tow, we backtracked toward the boat when the silence of the night was broken by our encounter with what appeared to be a half-insect, half-six-legged-cat with tentacles. Our attempts at diplomacy failed and the encounter degenerated into a life-and-death struggle that Alton and I survived. We left the creature in the woods sorely wounded, but knocked unconscious and barely breathing, taking his weapon away from him. The remainder of the night went to plan: boarded the boat, copied the crew manifest, offered a short benediction, and returned in time for my watch.

The adventurers I have allied with are capable men and women and I look forward to bringing justice and righteousness to the world with them. An unusual group, albeit, but the common thread among us is that we all aspire to become the best we can possibly be. For good or ill, there are few motivations stronger than that.