Fortunate Meetings

'Tis a strange land I wander these days, and in strange times. And the sidelong looks and increasingly hostile glances I have received on the road thus far reminds me that to the locals, I am both strange and a stranger. I have been fortunate thus far to have met up with Griswald as we both took passage to the continent from our respective isles -- both for the company (and the fishing), and for the optics of traveling with another human in human lands.
 
My mission here is clear, and I need to reach the local Druid circle to both impart the news from Eire of the invasions of orcs and goblins, and more troubling, the rise of undead, as well as to capture the news from the continent. I feel I am close, and will keep looking for druidic signs or for places of power where they might congregate, or where I can leave Ogham runes they might find. Until I have found them (or they, I) I have been thinking about how I might best spend my time, and how I might find some sort of employ that will allow me to continue my search.
 
You all know the saying, "The Luck of the Elves," and fortune was smiling on me today -- not only did she place enemies I might slay in our path, she also placed a noble and an additional pair of adventurers in our path as well which, as you'll see, turned out quite handsomely.
 
We came upon a scene where a lord and his men were ambushed by a gang of goblins. I conjured my fey wolf while Griswold found cover to cast spells from a safe distance. While the spirit beast fell quickly, it did suffice to hold two goblins attention long enough for me to entangle them and keep them from joining the fray in the middle. I'll spare you the details, but despite having two immobile goblins, it took me a bit to sort out my cantrips and finally get them to land (noting that Griswold took out one for me).
 
Meanwhile, across the way, we heard a giant clap of thunder, and from off the southern cliffs came two goblins, flying ass over tits as they tumbled to their death. I didn't find out until after that was the work of a Bard by the name of Barton Quagmire. Also coming from the opposite side was a Ranger, Dagos, and a Paladin, Verxatitus. Betwixt the twain, they managed to put down most of the goblins on that side, and also did some quick healing of the royal and his guards.
 
When all was said and done, we met in the middle, smiling a bit about our luck in all being there for the rescue. But as I said earlier, luck was raining on us today; turns out the person we helped rescue was one Titus Caletti, of Bruic. He was most helpful in providing some details of the area, including some possible trails we could follow for further employ and adventure. He -- like all his kind -- clearly held some deep ignorant distrust of my race, but pricked his courage up to shake my hand. It was a generous gesture from anyone, especially a lord, and I hope I comported myself well enough to let him know it was appreciated.
 
The five rescuers -- Gris and myself, along with Dagos, Verxatitus, and Barton -- fell in pretty quickly together and before we knew what was happening, we were getting married. Haha, I'm joking. But we *did* agree we'd continue to adventure as a party, and I'd say at first blush, I've got a good feeling about them. Hearing this, Titus provided us with a writ of some kind or other providing us some security and exemption from the script. (He made a pretty big point about the writ was really for Verxatitus, and would extend to the party. I wasn't in a position to quibble, but I may want to get Verxatitus to write the rest of the party a note as well -- it won't carry any weight, per se, but it might be just enough to buy time for V to show up and vouch for us should anything untoward happen while he wasn't in reach.)
 
Looking back, I strongly suspect the goblin attack was not a chance encounter -- they had archers on cliffs at either side of the path and a coordinated effort on the ground attacking the noble's party. The ambush was well-planned and, were it not for fortune's intervention, it would have clearly been successful. (As a side note, I suspect these efforts were likely directed by someone else -- none of the creatures we slayed seemed bright enough to have worked out the logistics so well.)
 
Given this, and given the fresh tracks, I believe the party has resolved to follow the ranger, who will be able to follow their tracks back to their source, and perhaps we can root out a nest of the monsters. I look forward to whatever fortune puts in front of us.