It has been more than a week since I have journaled and I have much to tell although I suppose I should start with the largest shift in events to me; I died. I was revived rather quickly thanks to the help of a few scholars? who were present here at Candlekeep. They found a priest of Tymora, a cleric of luck revived me I am unsure how I feel about the irony of the situation regardless.
After that I rested for a few days until I was informed that the Bucket Brigade lost the Wand of Orcus, eventually finding out it was stolen essentially by that multitude villainy Manshoon. I am now going to be working with some of the now extended group of the Bucket Brigade to go into the Astral Plane to fetch the Wand back assisted by Elminster.
Marsember is also under assault. It seems to be holding out well for the moment but how long that will last I do not know. I personally made a deal with the town to the north of the city that were being bullied into being neutral in the conflict. They will support us as long as when the time of their crisis arises I am there to help and shepherd its people to safety. This is a weighty burden I put upon myself but I must as that town needed protecting and its people needed the security the walled city of Marsember can provide.
On the other hand the other contingent of the Bucket Brigade will be tracking down the remnants of the Sharn cultists I believe as they need not arcane or divine magics to bolster their offense against them. I will endeavor to be more with cataloging my thoughts of the day in the days to come as I will need all notes and my wits about me to face the coming threats I believe.