From the diary of Silvan the Dryad
Session date: 25.1.2004

We headed for Cenoby to buy some cenopies. We talked with the locals and
 were told that the problem with cenopies was that they only lasted for
 about 3 to 4 days before getting dry and dull. Some people were also
 jealous, claiming magic had been used to make the pies. The matter had
 been investigated by agents from Dorandor, but apparently the claims had
 been false.

We suddenly remembered that, according the Master, our demon could only
 learn Demon and Order magics, because demons do not have spirits. From
 that, we could assume that Demon and Order magics would still exist if the
 gods died.

We saw flowers, candles, and food by Tamaol's statue. Apparently, the
 rumors of Tamaol's death (*sniff*) had already reached the village.

Wolfgar complained about missing people. It was thought likely that they
 had been captured by demons. There'd been a group of people thinking about
 going to Aleandor to find out about the missing people, but it had been
 decided to be too dangerous. We took a list of missing people and returned
 home.

We returned to Dorandor and went to Ye Mage Shoppe to ask for the value of
 the sort of healing item THE MASTER had offered us. We found out the worth
 of it would be measured in tens of gold pieces. The lesser items would be
 measured in hundreds of silver pieces. We deemed everything that was for
 sale here to be too expensive for our puny wallets.

We returned to The Master's Hut. There we ate the cenopies, which were very
 tasty, good and deliciously fine. Yummy yum yum.

We began practicing magic skills. Life magic was easy, I learnt that in
 three days, but I couldn't master Channelling magic in the whole rest of
 the time I tried to learn it. On the weekends I climbed trees and went to
 the Old Man's place to listen to his stories.

While going to visit the Old Man for the first time, we encountered a large
 group of Sentinels in a hurry. The Old Man seemed to be glad to have some
 company.

7.3.

After spending the three weeks practicing, we decided to get going. As we
 were leaving, our KoD teacher showed up and told us where we should report
 in Aleandor. Werner, Tonica, and the Pie Cousin joined us.

While crossing the orcish bridge, the elves told us that the orcs would
 take between 5 and 100 silvers as a road toll. We would go north, passing
 the Slaver Clan's slave sale.

We reached the first checkpoint, and told the orcs that we didn't have
 anything valuable. They took 30 silvers from us.

Passing the slave trade, we saw the orcs cast many unpleasant glances at
 us. The PC seemed pretty inexperienced, and seemed to be glad to be on
 this great adventure. I thought he didn't seem like he was the sharpest
 branch in the tree.