Captain's Log One; Sky Monsters and Slaves by The Sea.

Days 2 through to 12., Heading out from base camp, eastwards along the coast to investigate some island formations. I travel with my pawns, I mean, companions, Adrion, a fellow Elf Paladin, as well as a Warlock. A gifted strategist in his own right. Grunk a strange Rogue, he shares my affinity for the water. Ozil, handsome devil. Literally. A Tiefling Bard, always good to get in bed with the singers. The lot of us are seeking to plunder these lands, and whatever else has washed up along the coastline. Let's hope they don't disapprove of my methods, too harshly.
 
Set out with the scoundrels. That Adrion demanded we march in formation. Worked out well for him once we got swarmed by Flying Lizard Birds along a cliff face, he and that Ozil made for fine shields. Turns out that Grunke was the only one with any sense, fleeing into the trees and striking them out of the skies. That said apparently hurling insults at creatures who can't understand you, is quite...effective.
 
We clipped the bastards out of the sky and I took ones head. Seems...infected. A spreading sickness, sucking the colour from them. Able to see with no pupils. Handy, must look into that, alongside whatever else this head can tell. Whatever it is, made them stupid enough to trifle with a band of armed warriors, intriguing. There were some islands far off, I was half tempted to swim over and no longer have to listen to Adrion's rambling doctrine, so stern, so solid, so selfless. What a fascinating creature, that Drow.
 
Additionally there was a cave at the base of the cliff, far below, again, tempting to jump down, but for once in my life, I didn't have enough rope.
 
As the cliff went in and the tide of the woods came out we found ourselves stumbling into some internal affairs. A handling slave, obviously by those marks of his, quite familiar. Running away from his master, an orc the size of a tree, and his three mole monsters. Whatever about their insufferable mouths, Adrion and Ozil know how to silence a beast quite quickly. After Ozil and I got caught up in a sink hole. I with the help of my duplicate received the honour of the final blow upon the tunnellers. Had to drag Ozil out of the dirt, while he was dying, scraping for an amber amulet the oaf was wearing. Let him have it. Pays to have people in your debt.
 
A slave system seems to be operational in the area. Opportunity knocks.
 
Adrion took the slave, to help him. As if we don't all know what Drow get up to. He can fool everyone else with that redemption bullock, but not The Captain, deep down, we're alike, loath as either of us would be to admit it. He'll either need to accept it, or drown. A man shouldn't be honest with anyone else, but himself? He must be true to himself, no matter how treacherous he may be.