The Lost Mine of Phandelver

Memoirs of Krystiana Darona.

- It all starts here (Kythorn 5, 1489 DR)

It's 1489 DR and the small downside to this renewed peace throughout Faerûn is how work has now become so tough to find. With seemingly 20+ adventurers fighting for each available job, it's a wonder I even eat (though maybe my waistline gives thanks!). But today I came across a work opportunity that I couldn't possibly pass up.

A dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker arrived in Neverwinter with what seems to be a "too good to be true" work opportunity.  He's interviewing candidates for a seemingly simple job – escort his cart full of provisions and supply goods from Neverwinter to the trade post in Phandalin.  It's only a couple days travel southeast of the city.  Gundren was clearly excited but more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers have found "something big."  And he's offering 20GP each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin.  Wow!  I could do a lot with 20GP.  A fancy new lute maybe?  I'm excited!

The interview process was a little intimidating.  There must have been almost 30 adventurers of various races, colors, and professions all vying for the opportunity to make some relatively fast gold.  But I got in there early didn't allow him to say no. Dwarves can never refuse a big smile and a few fingers running through their beard.  I was in!  

Many others were not so lucky.  From what I saw, only 8 were selected.  Among these 8 were two warrior brothers named Denjen and Parsak.  They are extremely full of themselves and too authoritative for my liking.  Hopefully they prove to be the mighty warriors they claim to be. Then there was this really creepy hooded fellow who really didn't talk much.  He makes me nervous. I think I'll keep my distance for now.

On a more positive note, there were these 4 other gentleman. They seem to be a group who have worked together before. Barcallias, an apparent druid, Varrus Valerion, a soldier of some sort, Rekt, a strange form of blue humanoid that I've never seen before, and Bareic, a holy warrior.  Funny story, I actually met Bareic the night before.  I thought he was kind of dashing, for lack of another word.  I gave him a little bump to try and get his attention.  Unfortunately after a quick introduction, things went nowhere and we parted ways.  I must have been having a bad hair day or something.

After Mr. Rockseeker selected his escorts, he set out ahead on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business".
So the following morning I arrived at the stables a bit early to see if I could lend a hand to get this venture started early and smoothly.  But upon my arrival, there was already someone there. Varrus, part of the foursome I met the night before, was there.  I'm not sure what he was doing.  He just seemed to be secretly lurking in the shadows, unsuccessfully mind you, scoping the place out.

Eventually the other 6 arrived and we departed on our quest.  We proceeded south down the High Road for many miles.  Of course, the 2 warrior buffoons, Denjen and Parsak insisted on driving the cart.  Whatever…  I didn't have any desire to drive it anyway.  The view was nice traveling down the coast.  After a day and a half, we veered east from the High Road onto the Triboar Trail.  We are making great time!  This gold is going to be even easier work than expected.

Having been on the Triboar Trail now for maybe half the day, Barc has signaled for the cart to be stopped.  He was scouting ahead looking for trouble and he apparently has found it.  Ahead blocking the trail were 2 dead horses.  Closer inspection shows they have been shot with black feathered arrows.  The saddlebags have also been looted.  I have a bad feeling about this… Before I knew it, there were more arrows whizzing through the air towards us!  Then it was full on with us battling a bunch of goblins.  When all was said and done, we were victorious.  But we paid a price…  Parsak and Denjen, the two boastful warriors and drivers, lay dead from the goblin archers attack.  Maybe if my arrows had shot true, these deaths could have been avoided.  I feel terrible…

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