I’ve been neglecting my reports lately. I don’t know why but it seems that death makes you think a little more before you speak about some important things.

I was investigating this disappearance of a hobbit. He was supposed to be from a high level hero that was from the rebel republic. He came on a boat that was transporting Elvin wine to the city. The wine casks are long and odd shaped; you could almost put a couple of tower shields inside. Supposedly it makes the wine special that it touches that much wood or something. The ship was a small one master that the hobbit hired to take him here. It arrived two days prior to my investigation but was gone when I got there.

When muscle and I arrived the lightning brigade told us that no one would be allowed to investigate the area because the evidence could be damaged.
When they noticed it was I the lightning brigade gave us permission to investigate. One of the first things I noticed at the scene was an ornate barrel that was broken. I made sure that is was broken into not out of. Then I saw some footprints leading from where the boat was. It took two steps off then a shift to the side and then continued. I look from the barrels point of view and noticed that a boat was in line if something was shot off the boat at the barrel. As if the man stepped off the boat something was fired or thrown at him he stepped back and then continued on his way.

Muscle and I went to the boat and it was haunted. It was a one masted ship that had seen a lot of bad weather. Some severe cold weather damage was apparent everywhere. This struck me as odd because we are in a near tropic zone. There was no food no wine nothing on board that showed signs of life. There was one pile of bones that seemed to have some decaying flesh on them. I recognized them as humanoid femurs. Just then a transparent ghoul came into our realm and gave us a fright but seemed preoccupied by something. I vaguely saw a hobbit coming out of the ethereal realm and then it all went black. Muscle woke me up telling me I died and that there was indeed a hobbit appeared and it killed the ghoul just after it killed me. The haunting seemed to be quelled and the hobbits body faded back into the ethereal realm never to be seen again.

We returned to the scene of the crime to follow the footprints to a warehouse where there was a locked door. Muscle then did what muscle does best and she broke in the door. We checked briefly for traps and muscle entered. She narrowly dodged a poisoned dart and then I followed. There was a warehouse full of wine and nothing else. The clue trail seemed to end here maybe I can find more out later.

today i really blew it. heimdall curse me for a fool. in an effort to impress a mage school, (with the hopes of joining, to learn stronger magics to protect my companions. ) i embarked on a fools errand. i should have known not to trust them when they started asking for people as trade, and doing magical experiments. but after concluding my trades with them i accepted a quest to retrieve an item. our journey up the ferry was fairly uneventful. we fought some swamp beasts with the aid of some friendly local kobolds. we killed a blackspire excavation team. and with the use of the map managed to unearth a large wooden chest. we should have known better than to unearth something a mage school didnt want to retrieve themselves. there was a skull on top of it, it looked human or elven, our goblin, bit of a dullard, smashed it against the chest. i identified the chest, it seemed to be sentient, lawful evil, and had the ability to teleport, presumably itself and others. we carefullly carried it back to mithil grisodendin to the mages from stormwatcher tower. who gratefully accepted it, and cautioned us ( after the fact of course) not to unearth it or disturb the chest. the bastards used me as a patsy, and i foolishly brought my trusted friends along. i identified myself and my friend kerrowyn, and it seems we have been cursed with some sort of haunt. having failed in common sense, i shall attempt to redeem myself in vigilance, i shall do my best to protect my companions from this foul haunt. perhaps hiemdall will smile upon me if i pass this test, and grant me the means to rid my companions of this curse. though he may leave it on me as a measure of penance and a reminder to be vigilant against subtle threats as well as the more obvious kind.

The chest was neutral evil by the way, not lawful evil.