Entry in Aradon’s Journal;
‘Well one could not say that a trip to Baldur’s Gate be a boring one, as ours has been packed with antics from the moment we stepped foot in this huge city. Minus two of our usual order i might add, seem that our two loyal wizards are having trouble setting up base back in Cormyr. Athon and Zyanne decided to use the teleport stone to make sure the wizards are doing right by Delamor’s orders. They left this morning.
Which lead us to continue our trek towards Baldur’s Gate, and soon arrived at its outskirts. Eager to find a temple of Amunator i decided to make haste and lead the party assertively through the shanty towns and into the more bustling parts of the city. After a brief discussion with a member of the Flaming Fists, Baldur’s Gate’’ law-keepers, we headed towards old town. During our travels we came upon a small Necropolis which we had to travel through, and that was about the time i started to realise we seem able to get into trouble easily!
After hearing some shouting we found a group of half-orcs and humans attacking someone amongst the tombs. They were not keen to halt their actions and so a fight ensued, where we were encouraged by the victim to be on his side. We obliged and this is where we first met Garad Ellerton who told us he was working with the Flaming Fist to oust some thieves guilds in the city. Unfortunately he name was about where his honesty ended, and we were quickly escorted towards a guard station when we discovered he was lying! Delamor seemed to take particular offence at our new companion, however i was more concerned with Gregg’s new trophy that hung from his belt. One of the hands of the humans we had just fought. I must remember to speak to him about being tactful in a new place.
The guards seemed suspicions about our intentions and i tried my best to ensure they understood we had good intentions. Delamor became extremely frustrated at the guard on a power trip and earned a stay in the cells, i explained to him that it would all be sorted out shortly and he begrudgingly agreed to be led away clutching his precious orb. The guards seemed to be a little be more lenient after Delamours departure and myself and the remaining members of the party were lead to a suitable inn, the Silver Star.
Once the guards had left, i make it perfectly clear to our new ‘friend’ that he had caused a lot of trouble for our party and that he was not to leave until i felt his debt had been repaid. He said he was part of a guild (he was vague on purpose) and could help with Delamor’s predicament provided her could speak with some if its members, i let him go but took Garad’s dagger for insurance. At that point Belgarath indicated he had some things to do around the merchant district, so i took the opportunity to go to the temple of Amunator with Gregg in tow.
Although I’m not yet certain what has happened to me recently the monks in the temple were able to give me a great deal of information about Amunator. I will write more about my experiences later as right now i feel i just don’t understand enough about my new god. I plucked Gregg from the temple of Kord, apparently some of the younger worshippers were getting disturbed by his new trinket, which has started to smell a little by now. I suggested we tried to find his contact Menhir to see about what he wanted. The trip was pretty short and after speaking to Menhir we were soon on our way back to the Silver Star. Gregg was told to wait upon some possible bodyguard work that might come his way.
Upon returning to the Silver Star, we caught up with Belgarath who had been trying to find components of something or other. He has started collecting a mass of objects that he is intending to play, and Amunator only knows what he wants to end up with. To my surprise Garad returned and Delamor was not far behind him. Seem’s Garad is keen to gain our trust s what ever he sorted out for Delamor must have worked. Delamor informed us he had time to take a trip to the Water Deep Embassy and deliver the letter’s he had from Zyanne.
By that time i was too emotionally tired to be listening to anyone, so right now i’m sat in the Silver Star with a small jug of ale. There is word of a travelling circus setting up outside, i might go and have a look around to take my mind of things.’
- Aradon Thrall