Shit happens

Hello there good journal, I've left you too long, since I have been quite busy trying to stay alive.
After my years of wonderings, exploring the vast wilds of the world, acting as a mercenary for petty lords, I decided it was time to seek some of the comforts of the world. and have paid off all my debts in exchange for peace of mind, I find myself light in the pocket and in need of employment - hopefully, the last for a long while.
One of the petty lords I mentioned has employed a group and me to exterminate goblins. a fitting end to this season of my life, for a hefty sum of gold. A half-Orc Hildar, Aasimar Kauri, Dwarf Frauld, a couple of humans and a Changeling George (later addition) approached the village to find the goblins had invaded, but willing to compromise. In exchange for a week, we've been commissioned to kill Werewolves that have been plaguing them.
We left, bound for their camp and the feywild; The former empty and the latter weird. We found the man we were looking for and decided against fighting him. he was basically a demi-god that walks through people and shapes the world to his will. not a fun time, so we left. deciding to deal instead with the goblins.
We get back, the gang rested, drank and brewed.
We saw the goblins, and after finding their numbers too significant, decided to relocate them near the tribesmen of the Revari. I hope they can deal with them accordingly.