Kutalla, beautiful but deadly.

This has been an incredibly eventful few weeks. Who knew I would go from being a stranger in a strange land with no one to rely on, to suddenly having many people I could call "friend"?
After we arrived at Fort Rawing, we tried to warn a fellow dragonborn of an impending attempt on his life by the Fangs of Qirmi, a group of vicious assassins whose sole purpose is to hunt down escaped slaves from Udelund. Try as we might, we could not convince him to run or seek asylum from the incoming attack.
The next morning, the Fort guards found his body. I am deeply saddened at the loss of yet another life by the Fangs, and I vow to one day ensure that their group will be dissolved.
 
We left town shortly after, but not before signing up as an official mercenary adventurers group. We spent all night working on a name and given our penchant for magic and stealth, we chose "The Midnight Parliament". I'm not sure why we're owls, but the group is happy and that is all that truly matters.
We made our way out to some ruins where we had assumed Maximille's associate was, only to find a bloodbath. Several body guards disemboweled, their heads placed on spikes. Clearly the work of vicious goblins. We turned to leave when we were confronted by a very odd sight. An elf clad in leather and furs who spoke very broken common.
 
From there we were led to a most wondrous sight! It was a treetop city! It was well hidden under the lush jungle canopy, and I have never seen anything like it. This was the home of the Aumafreya, a group of reclusive elves who lived here, deep in the Kutalla jungle. The village leader, a woman named Keokie, tasked us with clearing out vile goblins from one of the nearby sacred sites. In exchange for helping us locate Maximille's lost friend. When we arrived at the temple, we managed to get the jump on a small group of goblins we caught sleeping. And that was when it happened again... I felt myself give in to the rage and as I did so, I suddenly found myself across the room from where I had been standing. These magical side effects of my rage are getting stranger with each instance...
 
We managed to slay the hideous goblin necromancer and cleanse the temple of it's dark influence. We returned to Keokie and she granted us a small regimen of archers to act as back up as we went to the camp of the Ivory Phantoms, to track down our quarry. Thanks to some quick thinking from Maximille and Digin, they acted as emissaries from some fancy big city magic study assembly. They easily fooled the Ivory Phantom's leader and were about to make their getaway, when suddenly the camp was set upon by (you will never believe this next part) the UNDEAD! It was the craziest thing! Living skeletons and walking corpses were closing in, I acted quickly to rush in and try to clear an escape route for Maximille and Digin. Luckily, the Ivory Phantom guarding the camp entrance was confused in the panic and got out of my way. Though once my friends had made it out, he quickly went to attack me. As Tarak and I turned to leave, that is when we saw him... the pale, gaunt figure astride a white horse. He demanded we give him the magic book Max's associate was carrying, but we refused and ran for our lives. Yarin, the sturdy woman who had been our traveling companion since the first night we left her camp outside of Midatona, vowed to stay and avenge the loss of her husband and friends. I fear her quest for vengeance may have cost her her life in the end. I pray she found peace.
 
Whoever this figure is, he hunts the book for some unknown master. I still hear the words, "That book belongs to Imana" in my nightmares. The surviving Aumafreya archers led us safely back to the temple where the book originated from, which was the same temple where we had fought the goblins. Keokie came to us a short time later to explain the situation. This book, as well another, are tied to the leylines of magic that run throughout the land. Once those books are transcribed, instantaneous travel along those leylines may be possible. Obviously that kind of power should not be wielded by anyone with evil in their heart... which is what I fear this "Imana" would do.
 
Keokie also informed us that the next location we need to investigate appears to be moving around the jungle constantly. And we also may have to speak with Kutalla herself... a dragon aspect. I can assure you, I am not exactly looking forward to that conversation.