I have been sorely negligent in my diary keeping, almost as if I feel that I can produce little content to equal or come close to the words of those masters I read – the mystics, philosophers, historians, or masters of the arcane. We have had some few adventurers, and now find ourselves in the swamp, and about to help a tribe of lizardfolk assault a keep of brigands and villains.
I am excited to be in the swamp, if not for the same reasons as my comrades. They are here for adventure and treasure, and possibly revenge. I am here because this area has a long and dramatic history, and there must be ruins aplenty with lore long lost just waiting for me to find and learn.
Alas, first we must assist these forlorn lizardfolk retrieve their young ones. Perhaps this fortress we assail is of old make and contains some lost knowledge. One can hope for some viable reason to be bothering with this task, can one not?
