Excerpts from the Journal of Eowyn Simblymenë, Oracle of Abadar:
The 11th day of Erastus in the 4713th year of Aroden:
While resting in our camp last eve we were attacked by the foul creature Izoze and his companion. After our previous encounter with him we were prepared for his life-fortifying black magic and smote him with great dispatch. The subsequent day passed with little excitement save the arrival of a traveling merchant, Thorvald Thorinsson, on the frozen paths of this forsaken wood. We have invited him to share our camp for the eve and journey forward with us into the valley in search of Teb Naughten.
The 12th day of Erastus in the 4713th year of Aroden:
The weather has been increasingly treacherous as though the very breath of Abadar wishes to forbid our passage into this realm. Still, we press on through snow drifts as tall as Grimnir who has taken to riding on the carriage of our new companion. Upon the midday we reached a camp and met resistance almost immediately. Elidel scouted forward and fell into a most devastating trap which took him from the fight. Our illustrious bard, whose songs and dances have proven inspiring time and time over, quickly lept to raise our spirits in light of certain mortal combat.
The foul beast Teb Naughten made his presence known with a devastating attack against our most distinguished bard. I prayed to Abadar that my arrows might strike true and laid a volley into the beast. Our new friend, Thorvald, made his worth known by casting spells of protection and augmentation. Which were quite useful in preventing the beast from striking at him and helped Grimnir’s hammer land more squarely against the terrible sprites. Thorvald then set upon the beast with with a hammer of his own which seemed to be guided through the air by powers beyond that of a simple merchant.
My arrows garnered the attention of Teb’s lieutenant, Hommelstaub. His attacks carried an energy which burned me as though a dark flame were lit within my soul. After many exchanges Abadar saw fit to balance his scales in my favor. He reached out through the wintery cold and guided my arrow into the very heart of the winged-beast which pursued me. In the interim, my comrades had slew the Troll, Teb Naughten, and with great haste sent a final attack toward Hommelstaub ending his wretched life.
After the battle we took time to tend our wounds and search the rest of the camp. We found many items of value and practical use. We also became aware of the source of the sudden chill which has covered these lands, a portal into a land of ice and wind which bellows its bitter breath into our realm.
During our investigations we encountered a Black Rider who was moments from death. We nursed his injuries as best we could but many of his wounds were beyond our skill to heal. He very well may not make it through the eve.
The 13th day of Erastus in the 4713th year of Aroden:
Our party managed to get some rest and met with no molestation during the eve. Upon the break of day the man who appeared to us as a black rider has regained consciousness and begun to tell us his tale.
He tells us that he was once known in this land as Illarion Matveius, however is now known as Black Midnight. He is one of three Black Riders of Baba Yaga. His charter is to herald the return of Baba Yaga to Irrisen where she will crown a new queen.
However, Baba Yaga has not returned and her daughter Elvanna has no intention of relinquishing her throne. Elvanna desires conquest of all of Golarion and has placed the gates of wintery cold throughout the all the world. She attacked Matveius when he appeared and he barely escaped with his life.
He tells us that the gates can be controlled from an Ice Tower in White Throne, the capital of Irrisen. Additionally, the Hut of Baba Yaga can be found there and will be needed to help bring her to this realm to unseat Elvanna. The Hut is controlled by magical keys. Two of which Matveius gave to us after forcing us to take an oath to stop Elvanna.