Atticus' Log

Setting Sail:
After spending years hunting evil and strengthening his faith on his home continent Torm sent Atticus a vision of divine guidance. He was told to go to.... wherever he is.

Atticus was hesitant but steeled himself for the journey and began to walk in the direction his god had shown him and came to a port.

Atticus spent most of his life's savings and hard earned bounties on coming to the continent.

More than a begrudgingly as growing up poor taught him to greatly value money in a practical sense.

Once on the boat Atticus again was spoken to by Torm but this time was meant as a warning rather than guidance. Great dangers faced him and it was likely he would not survive. Atticus was shown a glimpse of a terrible fate that may await him but it did not daunt him. His resolve merely deepened as he would find either glorious victory or honorable death.

He slept peacefully for the rest of the voyage.

Atticus arrives at the tavern:
It was not a common occurrence for Atticus to doubt the word of Torm but a small part of him felt dismay at seeing the motley assortment set before him. He wondered whether he or they would be any use in the deadly battles sure to come but decided to leave this concern without a voice. He quickly but politely introduced himself and stated with great pride "I am Atticus Warwick, servant of Torm. Nice to meet all of you."

He saw that they were preparing for an outing and immediately decided to join them. This clearly must be a sign after all. They were off to the shivering woods.

Atticus Warwick Log- Spiders:
"It appears these people can certainly handle themselves well, except for that one woman named Selene. She was poorly equipped and attempted to scare off giant spiders." (edited)

"I have never seen such an attempt in my life by any person and I have also never seen spiders of that size."

"The spiders attacked when I disturbed the web while attempting to examine one of the dead stuck inside and put them to proper rest (as well as collect anything useful).

"They were a fearsome foe but my companions were stronger. When we were resting we were attacked again apparently though I know little as I was incapacitated while asleep."

"Apparently the party took us to an old Tortle who healed us and answered many interesting, apparently important to some of people I was with, questions."

"He also shared liquor with us that knocked me out and I have the hangover to prove it."

"I need a drink."