Your Books Are Overdue, or Blogging Candlekeep

From the investigation logs of Nöx Grovzes 2022-09-13–2022-10-11 Leaving the were-ravens As we prepared to part company with the intrepid murder of were-ravens, they thanked us for cleansing what had been a defiled place, and re-iterated their invitation for any in our party to join their guild of shadow-hunting relic-keepers, and become were-ravens ourselves.  As the party turned to depart, I paused to inquire of any knowledge the stolid band of birdfolk may have regarding the rumors of a fungal plague sweeping the land. The were-ravens affirmed they had also heard the swirling rumors of fungal spreads with detrimental effects: of formerly-edible mushroom varieties now inducing sickness; of fungi exclusive to certain seasons and climes now blooming year-round; but, said they, no word or rumor of anything of the magickal or metaphysical sort. Though they confirmed their own observations aligned with the fungal zeitgeist. Back at CandleKeep Upon our return to CandleKeep and rendezvo...

On the road from Mehren to Vermeillon, our erstwhile adventurers were surprised and, ahem, amazed when they saw, on the road before them, a wizard appear from a golden smoking rune. Having never seen a real wizard before the team gasped in surprise and delight to have the opportunity to meet a creature of such power, and need I say charm.  He introduced himself as Amazz (pronounced just as you'd expect so that it rhymes with gaze, raise, and unfazed). Tybalt, noticing an authentic wizard, moved a little to the back of the party and Luocious was likely jealous of Amazz's svelte black and gold robes. Likely they all were.  Amazz offered the group 500 GP to accompany him and help with a time sensitive project -- he had 5 barrels of Goblin Blood Brew that he needed delivered from the town of Red Rock Hill to the city of Eastbound. He offered the team 250 gold right there, another 250 when they finished, and promised a surprise in between. The team driven by their lust for wealth ...