14th of Rova, in the Year 187 EN:
I write this with great difficulty from my cot. Recalling the last couple day's events...
Myself and Rusk approached a tent that had mysteriously been set up in the middle of Pramaya. Peering in, we saw a small woman encircled with candles apparently meditating within. However, our investigation was brought to a sudden halt when I heard a noise just beyond the edge of the trees. When Rusk took a peak, he saw a group of men (well, a hobgoblin leading a group of small froglike creatures) were coming into the town. They attacked the tent and, when it had collapsed and revealed our presence, showed aggression towards us. From what I was told afterwards, I rushed into battle and was quickly brought to unconciousness with a slew of small arrows (However, this and the following I do not recall).
My friends, along with the help of a man who was apparently held captive by the savages, were able to defeat a couple of the frog men before the rest decided to retreat from combat. At that point, Owen and myself were carried to our tents.
16th of Rova:
Writing on a raft is proving quite difficult, though at the moment I have the first sense of peace in days.
While settling into our new "home" as we were about to cast off, a large winged creature came bearing down on us over the river. It attacked with (what turned out later to be) flaming bolts from its rider's crossbow, as it swooped onto us. Rusk was able to send the man into the water as our new ally proved useful, sending his own bolt directly into our attacker's chest.
We have loaded our supplies (as well as an unconscious river guide) onto the raft and sent ourselves adrift down the Rakitan.