Just moments after washing up on the beach, this island set about earning its name.
We were waterlogged, confused, perhaps even in shock from the force of the storm when a huge reptilian beast—what Urol had called a tyrannosaurus—charged out of the dense jungle. Before we could react, it had snatched up one of the crewmen right in front of me, swallowing the man whole. I had lost my staff somehow, and was at a loss as to how I might be able to save the man.
Urol came running towards me—and towards the tyrannosaur!—carrying my staff. It shocked me how relieved I was to see the staff. Before all this is over I know I will owe Urol my life for this simple act. I cannot afford to be handicapped on this deadly island.
I flew towards Urol to try to get him out of harm’s way, but in so doing I simply made myself a target for the terrible lizard. It snatched me out of the air effortlessly, its teeth tearing my flesh. I knew it would be the work of a moment for the beast to swallow me, and that would mean my end.
Galan and Aramir charged the tyrannosaur, while Lydara plied her skill from a distance (the wiser option by far). Their attacks did not seem to deter the beast from its next meal, so I did the only thing I could: I plucked a bead from the necklace of fireballs and pitched it down the tyrannosaur’s gullet. It detonated with a muffled whoompf, and the great lizard spat me out onto the sand. Amazingly, the thing survived a Fireball detonating in its stomach!
The tyrannosaur next slashed Aramir with its fangs—and the fact that it was able to catch him, nimble as he is, is proof of how dangerous the thing was. The four of us combined our attacks and were able to slay the beast before it could do worse. This is how I came to learn gratitude toward the vile Kenku that had served the Faceless One—I had taken the necklace from one of their bodies.
Our first moments on the Isle: a crewman was devoured, and two more of us sorely wounded by a single one of the Isle’s denizens!
We spent the remainder of the day trying to salvage what supplies we could from the wreckage of the Sea Wyvern. We found about 150 pounds of food, two waterskins, saddlebags, some clothing that we will convert to sacks, a length of rope, and of course Blackrazor. A part of me would have liked to see the foul weapon lost on the bottom of the sea, but I know a weapon like that can never truly be lost. Despite what Lydara and I fear is its growing influence on Aramir, we must continue to carry it with us—hopefully to destroy it, and in the process weaken Kyuss.
Urol told us what he could: we would need to travel inland to the mountains to find the eastern coastway passage, which would lead us south to the village of the Taratoa people. They were friendly, and should be able to secure us passage to Farshore. Along the way, we may find a woman named Lakira, who in the past was of help to a mage named Balakard who had explored the Isle. Urol knew all this from reading Balakard’s journal, which was magically transmitted to his students. (A useful spell, one which I hope to learn one day). Urol estimates it will take us 10 days to reach the village. 10 days through the worst this Isle has to offer.
We shall rest part of the night using my Rope Trick spell. At least that is a way to keep us safe from the perils of the Isle for a brief time.
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