Eliezer's Secret Monographs

[Noa]

(2/28/02 1:03 am)

Eliezer's Secret Monographs

Erudin
Nightfall, rainy and cold

I begin the first of these entries, utilizing the coded scripts and secret inks of the Crimson Hands, as I prepare to undertake this unwanted assignment. I sit here on the veranda of the Vasty Deep Inn, the weather is foul and unnaturally cold for this time of year, an omen perhaps. But enough of my self-pity...

It has been a few scant hours since my first audience before the High Council, although it already seems like a distant memory. I laugh now at my naievete... I thought perhaps it was to be congratulated for my work against Clan Kolbok, or perhaps even that somehow word of that unfortunate incident had reached home... but no, it was far more strange.

I was questioned at length about my experiences in the slums of Paineel and the Warrens, but the conversation...or interrogation more accurately quickly zeroed in on my encounter with the Half-elf 'Ankles' and her quest for her Father. I answered their questions truthfully, which was for the most part 'I have no knowledge of that' and then was dismissed to a waiting chamber. After what seemed like an eternity, I was recalled to the chamber. The Speaker asked if I had yet achieved the 4th Circle of Apprenticeship. When I responded in the affirmative, the Council members acted like some matter was settled... The Speaker shuffled some papers, and dismissed me back to the Tower of Sorcery, stating that I was to be given an assignment, the nature of which was confidential, and would be given by the Master of the Crimson Hands.

Confused and somewhat elated by this development, I quickly headed back to the Tower, as fast as possible without betraying my haste to passers by. I raced by Whes Narya with a dismissive gesture, instead of giving him my daily report as normal, and presented myself to Master Ghanlin Skyphire.

After bringing me to a private antechamber, he delivered the verbal orders of the High Council, and I was quickly disabused of my delusions of a plum assignment and recognition by my Elders. It seemed the inquires of this Half-elf and the fate of her lost Father were of some minor concern to the High Council, and they wanted someone to keep an eye on her and report back her progress. I could feel my stomach sink as I came to understand... I was being effectively banished from the High City, on some odd errand to watch over a Half-elf female! My mind was a whirl trying to decipher what I had done to deserve this... Who did I offend? Which one of my classmates, jealous of my progress had engineered this?

I was so dazed by the events I missed half of what Skyphire told me... I'm sure it was the usual prattle about serving the High Council and no task was too great or too small... After meditating a short while, I had resigned myself to my fate. I gathered up my meager belongings... Some protective wraps of heavy burlap scavenged from the dogs, my Book of Spells, my Senior Apprentice Robe, and my Servant's Staff, and left the Tower. Although I silently swore an Oath to Solusek Ro that I would return here in glory, I needed time away from my teachers and fellows now, so I headed to the Vasty Deep Inn to take a room for the night.

On the morrow, I will venture to Paineel and the Warrens one last time, to bid farewell to those companions I had made there, and to see if I can find any traces of 'Ankles,' then I will set sail, leave behind beloved Odus, and undertake my mission. I will give the High Council all the information they require and then some. I will solve this mystery, and claim my own place among the Scholars of Norrath.

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Paineel
Cold and damp
Some hours before dawn

As I sit here, bandaging the last of my wounds in this makeshift camp among the Heretics, I shall record the events of my last night on Odus, so that I may never forget the horrors and true evil of the Clan Kolbok.

I arrived at the city of Paineel and was able to easily gain access towards the area of Kobold infestation. No Heretic barred my way, and even the unthinking automatons they employ as Guards know better than to challenge one who commands the very Fires of Ro. The area seemed less crowded than it has been previously, perhaps the Heretics have scaled back their operations... No matter.

Upon entering the dank lair, I sought out some of the Northman mercanaries I had fought with so effectively on previous campaigns, and was heartened to see them still at their grizzly task of rooting out these beasts. Unfortunately, that was to be the end of my good humour for the night. I had obviously misjudged their character. Rather than the upstanding people I had believed, they proved to be just base mercenaries, selling their swords and souls to the highest bidder. They had joined a campaign of the Heretics. When I questioned Terika on it, she seemed almost thrilled to be fighting beside the tormented souls of the dead. I withdrew at that point, not wishing to engage an entire party of the traitors.

The rest of the eve is a bloody haze. The assembled mercenaries and Erudites were caught unawares by a series of powerful counterattacks by the Clan, some led by the infamous Jailor Mkrarrg himself, intent on snatching up more slaves for whatver fiendish purpose they had... And one I discovered later, to my horror.

Driven back from the entry, bloodied by their claws and teeth, and depleted of mental energies, I joined a hastily assembled band of mercenaries and we made a concerted push down toward the Prince's side of the Lair, so that we could avoid the counterattacks from the King. We were successful, and pushed as far as the supply halls of the beasts, and put to death the Smiths and Cooks of the beasts. Although it won't take them long to replace them, the lack of new weapons and food will at least set them back temporarily. But when we cleaned out the storeroom to destroy and pillage their stockpiles, I found that which still fills me with dread...

The Foodmaster of the Kobolds had the...remains of several Erudites roasting on a spit...the fiendish creatures were using their prisoners as food! One unfortunate soul, whose face and raspy voice I shall take with me to my grave, was still alive as his skin and flesh were slowly roasted off his bones.

I did him the only mercy I could, and let the kiss of cool ice end his torment quickly. I have gathered up what remains of these fallen Erudites, and safely bundled them away. The mercanaries made cruel commentary, but I could not stand it, and so left them to return to the surface.

Exhasuted, I do not have the strength to return even to the comfort of the Vasty Deep at this time. Not wishing to expose myself to the Heretics in a weakened condition, I moved across the rubble to the barren ruins near the entry to Old Paineel, now called by some The Hole. Using the skins and hides of the Kobolds, I erected a tent, and although there is little in the way of kindling to be had, my will alone calls forth Ro's fire to keep the chill away.

I must sleep now, as dawn will be soon. Then I will make the trek back to Erudin. I will deliver these remains to the Temple of Quellious so that they may be given a proper burial. Although the rage burns in me to bring Ro's cleansing fire to extinguish all of Clan Kolbok... I know in my heart that this is not my destiny. A few Half-elves I questioned indicated that Ankara, or 'Ankles' had left the Island and was returning to the Faydark. So my path is laid before me.

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Qeynos
Fair weather

The boat trip across the Crossing was uneventful and smooth. As we sailed, I could not help but reflect upon our history, I was now making Erud's journey in reverse.

I did get into a bit of an argument with a Human and Northwoman... One was apparently a 'seasoned' traveler and the other a novice. They referred to 'Wisp Isle' and I of course, was more than willing to disabuse them of their false information and explain the true history of the area. The human then began to bemoan the fate of the poor, oppressed Kerrans, and once again I was required to educate them on the true history of Odus. What are they teaching these people?

Qeynos, 'City of Men' -- More like 'City of Stench.' The harbor and ports, though impressive in their size and industry, had the stink of decaying fish and raw sewage hanging in the air, rather than fresh clean salt air of Erudin. The city is cosmopolitan, to be sure, I encountered an eclectic mixture of cultures. I have rented a suitably clean room in the Lion's Mane Inn. It seems to be the better kept of the two establishments I investigated. The bartender downstairs seemed to remember 'Ankles' very well. She had passed through here some time ago. At least the trail was not cold.

I have learned most of the layout of the City, it is large and loud to be sure. Form what I have ascertained, the Guards are a strong peacekeeping force, but there is an underground Cult of the Plaguelord who keeps them on their toes, as well as a powerful criminal enterprise. Nothing surprising amongst Humans I suppose.

My candle grows short, tomorrow I shall explore the outlying areas of the City.

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Qeynos
Storms and rain

I am exhausted, and will rest one last night at the Inn before striking out across the Plains of Karana. I can hear the torrential rains and winds beating aginst the walls and roof of this place, and give thanks to Ro that I was able to reach the city gates before the worst of it began. The building seems sturdy enough, although I did not one roof leak down the hall.

As I made my way across the Qeynos Hills, I was impressed by the strong presence of Qeynos troops. It seems Antonius Bayle is committed to keeping a secure realm, and I am told he has fortifications as far as East Karana. Although the plagues of Bertoxxulous were overcome by the combined efforts of the Temples of Life and Thunder, it is obvious this Bloodsabre menace is not completely over. Rabid Wolves and Grizzlies still menace travelers.

I found myself near Blackburrow, lair of the Sabretooth Gnolls, and my mind was uncomfortably brought to thinking about the Kobolds, and so I entered, seeking to sate a bit of my anger on these beasts. The Gnolls are well used to the constant attacks on them, and quickly rose up in force. I was cut off from the Hills, and so hid and sought safety down the pass to the Everfrost Peaks.

Not wishing to tempt the Gnolls again until they had time to return to their deeper lairs, I ventured out into the freezing Tundra. Along my way I stumbled upon a mysterious trio, one of which was a Human, and obviously a Wizard by his regalia. I introduced myself, and he introduced himself as Sulgar, and seemed most excited to find a fellow student of Wizardry. He is in the Peaks studying research materials for one of the most potent spells lost in the great wars, and seeks aid in rediscovering it. Apparently Tarton's Wheel is key to this discovery. He shared with me some cryptic information he had discovered about the locations of the various spokes of this Wheel, and I agreed to join in the search.

Such a discovery would cement my place in Wizardry, and I could rightfully thumb my nose at those sedentary scholars who outsed me from my home.

Luckily my return through Blackburrow and the Hills were uneventful. Wandering through the fields outside the city though, I spied a mysterious enocunter. Two men, speaking in hushed tones near an ivy covered section of wall. I crept closer but was unable to overhear their conversation. It was obvious though that there was an exchange of some package for coin. Then one man broke off towards the city, and the other disappeared into the wall! Waiting a few minutes, I ventured forth and tested it myself. There was a secret entry there. Deducing it was an entrance to the Aqueducts beneath the city, that most rumors say are the lair of the Bloodsabres and the Circle of Unseen Hands, I dove down the pipe to see for myself. Surely enough there were catacombs, and quite extensive ones. The architecture of Qeynos, though somewhat decrepit and decayed through age and misuse, is surely a feat of engineering worthy of an Erudite.

In the sewers, I found several adventurers apparently ekeing out a living keeping it clear of vermin - rats and snakes, not of the human variety, of which there was plenty. Beggars literally lined the slick moss covered stone passgaes.

With a harsh word and a few coins, I quickly corralled a local beggar into being a Guide. He warned me of the Bloodsabre areas, and I chose to follow his advice. He did show me an area where the Rogues gather to train, and I did pass many a Thug and Bandit. Luckily the Rogues did not know me and did not challenge me, most likely assuming anyone down here was supposed to be here. Finally I found a great pit of water, filled with voracious sharks! Their 'keepers' explained that they used these Sharks to 'dispose' of those who challenged their power or snooped where they did not belong.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a glitter from the pool... Consulting the manuscript Sulgar gave me, I realized this may be one of the spokes I require! Throwing caution to the wind, I dove headlong into the pool and snatched up the rod. The sharks were indeed vicious, and I was lucky to have escaped the pool alive. The handlers hauled me out, and thinking I must be a madman, thrrew me out of their lair. I limped back up to the surface and made the gates just as the storm started in earnest...

Tomorrow I must venture forth on my mission.

[Noa]

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Freeport
Sunny and Warm

I must say the remainder of my trek across Antonica went far more smoothly than I had anticipated. The Karanas are vast rolling plains, filled with dangers, but by following the river, I was able to keep on track and avoid trouble. I was impressed by the great Stone Bridge and Fortification Bayle has constructed to guard the ford from South Karana, and was able to spend a night in their somewhat uncomfortable battacks... But was still preferable to being exposed to the elements and worse... I did spy a few of the mighty Griffons on my way, and those ferocious beasts would make short work even of an Apprentice of the 4th Circle!

Following the river though must be a common mode of travel, as I very nearly stepped into an ambush of cutthroat Raiders! I could see that they were waiting to pounce on any unwary travelers, but through my magicks I was able to spot them first. As I moved to sneak around them, I came to my second surprise, my comrade and classmate Manni was there, with a group of Humans and Northmen planning on assaulting the Raiders. We chatted briefly about home and the old times, I must say I am jealous in that he has raised in the ranks of power a bit quicker than I have, and when we first me I was his senior! He seems to have done quite well for himself, having given up his apprentice Robes for garments of Raw Silk. I offered to lend my services to his warband, but unfortunately his company was full and did not want to risk spoiling the element of surprise, so I bid him farwell, and continued on my way, confident at least that the Raiders would be too occupied to bother me for some time at least.

Moving through East Karana was equally uneventful, with the exception of the near heart attack I suffered when I spotted Hill Giants on the Horizon! Luckily they were either not hungry, or their huge height makes it difficult to spot small targets like myself, as I made it past them and up the huge pass to Highpass Hold, besieged stronghold of the Humans and nearly dead center of the Antonican continent.

The Gnolls of Highpass must have been in war council or celebrating some primitive holiday rituals, as I saw neither hide nor hair of them on my way through the winding pass. I stopped briefly at the Hold, but declined against staying the night... The Hold was deserted except for the beleagured garrison and as if Gnolls and Orcs assiling the walls was not enough trouble, Pickclaw Goblins were attacking the keep by tunneling below!

In carefully navigating my way further eastward, I spied a pair of double waterfalls that somehow struck a cord in my memory... Quickly consulting Sulgar's manuscript, I realized that this was the resting place of one of the spokes of the Wheel! I left my belongings with a local Guard and dove in, scouring the bottom. I found I was not alone! One of the Halfling peoples was also swimming in the pool, and apparently with purpose as well... Could he somehow know of the wheel? It mattered not, as he seemed to be in the vicinity of the eastern waterfall, whereas Sulgar's notes quite clearly indicated the western! Swimming as hard as I could, I dove downwards and through the rock outcropping and was rewarded, the spoke was indeed there! With my last bit of strength I grabbed the rod and fought the downward crush of the falls to break the surface and swim ashore.

The falls are right near the Tiger's Roar Inn, so in my exhauseted state I was just about to take a room there, when the sounds of battle erupted, I limped over to where the noise was and saw several Highpass Volunteers were engaged with foul Orcs, not but a stones throw from Inn. Taking this as a sign that the dangers outweighed the benefits of rest, I circled round the Orcs and pressed on. I saw several groups of Orcs massed for the attack, but was able to make it through into Kithicor woods, where even the Orcs dare not tread.

As it was morning by now, I felt it safe enough to continue on to Rivervale, home of the Halflings. Language was a problem, as the rudimentary Halfling I have picked up from mercanaries at the Warrens is far from conversational. I did spot a young Half-elf lass, and taking a hunch, introduced myself, and asked if she was familiar with Ankara, or 'Ankles' as she is known. To my surprise she did indeed know Ankles, and while she was not in the town presently, she was awaiting word from her. Even more curiously, a Dwarf by the name of Ovor was also awaiting 'Ankles.' So the mystery grows... Who is the woman that the High Council have taken interest in, and for what purpose are these people gathering? Jenna, the young Half-elf, was then kind enough to show me to the Weary Foot Inn, where we parted company. Fishing appears to be a popular pastime there, and she seemed eager to return to it.

The Weary Foot was small cramped and uncomfortable. I was also quite put out to see it was primarily a dormitory, and the few rooms available were double occupancy. It took quite sometime arguing with the Innkeep of my needs in broken Halfling, but eventually the glitter of gold got my point across, and I was afforded a private room in the rear of the basement. I spent two uncomfortable back breaking nights on the undersized beds there, and helping to exterminate the bug problem in the Misty Thicket, before my bones could take it no longer, and I moved on to Freeport.

Freeport is slightly larger, and a bit busier than Qeynos, but less reputable by far. There seems to be a 'cold war' between the north zone, controlled by the Temple of Mithaniel Marr, and the West and East zones, controlled by the local Militia, who seem to keep order in the manner of a schoolyard bully. Some might compare it to the Erudite and Heretic conflict, but that analogy is poor and false. One can not compare the differences of petulant children to the deep philosophical and mystic gulfs that separate the Heretics, children of Miragul, from the true Children of Erud. The Hogcaller in is not very clean, but the bed is at least proportioned properly. It is from here I will conduct the next leg of my search.

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Message to the High Coucil

To: The High Council of Erudin
From: Eliezer, Apprentice of the 4th Circle
Location: Freeport

Re: Subject Ankara Dirtyfoot

This message is inscribed in the secret sigils and hidden inks of the Order of the Crimson Hands, should the Bards who deliver these missives prove to be more curious than trustworthy, so be sure to examine the fingers of the courier with the Ocular of Al'Kabor, and if they prove stained, perhaps the Craftkeepers can erase from his mind any secrets he is not meant to know.

I have traveled the width of Antonica, although not yet its breadth, in my search for the subject Ankara. I have several leads, most of which point to her return to Faydwer, to which I will travel if needed, but I have good reason to believe she will be returning to Antonica soon. There is a growing gathering of eccletic individuals gathering around the town of Rivervale that seem to be waiting for 'Ankles' as well. For the record those I have noted so far are:

Jenna, Half-elf
Ovor, Dwarf

I am basing my operations out of West Freeport at the moment, and will continue regular correspondence as to my findings.

Eliezer
Apprentice of the 4th Circle
Order of the Crimson Hands

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Rivervale
Cloudy and Humid

Contact! At last...

Just when I had begun to despair of never locating the elusive tracker, Ankara literally bumped into me of the eastern edge of Kithicor woods. After exchanging pleasentries, I accompanied her and a Dwarf back to Rivervale. It seems the pair had fallen afoul of Goblins in Runnyeye. While we rested, a pair of Skeletal automatons engaged us from surprise, but they were no match for the raw energy I used to shatter their frail forms. Heretic assassins? Possibly, but more likely a few castoffs from the evil magicks that infest Kithicor Woods... Although, the possibility exists... If the High Council is interested in the movements of this Half-elf, it is possible that the Heretics might have similar interests... The plot thickens... or perhaps just my paranoia...

Upon reaching Rivervale, we met up with a number of other diverse individuals... Including those I had previously seen in Rivervale - the Half-elf Jenna, the Dwarf Ovor, a Human War-Wizard of Qeynos, and perhaps most surprisingly, the Northwoman Terika, whom I had last seen in the Warrens.

Terika might bear additional surveilance... Although by all accounts she appears to be a stalwart Justice of the Tribunal, when I had seen her last she was in the company of Heretics, having joined a band of those fiends in clearing out Clan Kolbok... She may be just a pragmatist, but given the coincidence of meeting her here, far from Odus, and so soon after the Skeleton attack... I cannot ignore the possibility she may be my mirror image reporting to the Heretics...

The party consisted of nearly a dozen diverse individuals, of whose connection I could find neither rhyme nor reason, except that they had all gathered awaiting Ankara's return. Humans, Northmen, Half-elves, Halflings and Dwarves, of whom most I do not yet have the trained ear to understand fully, all gathered to assault Runnyeye on an expedition, presumably on behalf of the citizenry of Rivervale.

The 'Liberated Citadel of Runnyeye' proved to be an eye opener indeed! Apparently the powerful Pickclaw Goblin tribe has largely displaced and enslaved the Runnyeye Goblins. Their forces are far more powerful than had been previously believed, and had an inordinate number of magically trained Goblins at their disposal, as well as a number of creatures of Living Fungus who were exceptionally strong and hardy.

We fought for a time in Runnyeye with some success, but the Goblins numbers seemed insurmountable, and we were eventually outflanked and forced away from the Thicket and out into the Gorge of the Beholder Lords... From the frying pan to the fire as the saying goes... We were depleted in numbers at this point, but continued fighting both in the Gorge against Goblin scouts and Muddites, and making forays into the Citadel. Some matter called Ankara away, and I elected to stay with the main group, so as not to draw suspicion. Eventually the band was too weary to continue, and while most withdrew to the relative safety of Misty Thicket, I elected to join Terika on a trip to East Karana. A good chance to get a feel for her true intentions.

After some initial difficulties escaping the Muddites in an encounter that remains painful to remember, we made it through to East Karana... If Terika is in league with the Heretics, she had a perfect opportunity to do away with me free from witnesses, as I was downed, literally drowning in the muck of the Mudmen, she dragged me clear and helped revive me.

The two of us fought well as a pair for some time, clearing the path of deadly spiders and snakes, suffering only one setback when I inadvertantly drew a second beast into the fray. The resultant damage of claw and ravaging poison left both of us incapacitated and near death, but we recovered quickly. We were then briefly joined by a Half-elven Ranger named Kyrial, but as the hour was late, parted company.

I am still unsure what to make of this starspun league, so diverse in nature... Perhaps when I next meet up with Ankara I will inquire as to her quest, and have something more substantial to report to Erudin.

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Message to the High Council

To: The High Council of Erudin
From: Eliezer, Apprentice of the 4th Circle
Location: Kelethin

Re: Subject Ankara Dirtyfoot

Salutations. Once again I entrust the secret sigils and hidden inks of the Order of Crimson Hands to keep pristine this report from the prying eyes of any less than reputable members of the League of Antonican Bards I must rely upon to convey it.

I am glady able to report that through due diligence, determination, and the application of the shrewd Erudite intellect, I have managed to track down and locate the subject of your inquiry, Ankara Dirtyfoot. I made contact in the area surrounding the Halfling territories of Rivervale, and have either traced or accompanied her movements throughout Western Antonica and now beyond.

From what I have been able to ascertain, she moved from Odus across Antonica, and to her home in the Lesser Forests of Faydark on Faydwer. She remained there for sometime, her exact actions unknown, before returning to Freeport. From Freeport she apparently made short journeys into the Northern Deserts of Ro and an ancient ruin known to the local populace only as the 'Befallen' before returning westward to Rivervale. Once in Rivervale I accompanied her and a diverse group of Humans, Half-elves, Dwarves, and Halflings on short forays against the Runnyeye Goblins and Muddites of the Beholder Gorge.

Most recently we have moved across the Ocean of Tears, and have entered the ruins of Unrest. I note that now Ankara has taken up sword twice against the Undead in recent weeks, and of her experiences in Befallen she refuses to speak of them. I only imagine they were harrowing, and possibly related to her quest? Also, random attacks of Skeletal automatons provide some circumstancial evidence that the Heretics may be watching her as well, although I will admit it is pure speculation. If you could provide me with additional details as to your goals and suspicions I may be able to more properly keep you abreast of pertinent information.

From a personal note, Ankara seems a reasonably able and unusually charismatic figure, not normally seen in half-breeds, but I must say that despite the conventional wisdom we have been taught regarding the lesser inclined races, I have run across a number of qualified and competent persons, on whom my life has relied, and gladly, have come through as my continued reports attest. Of her companionship, it is so diverse in race and professional composition that it is impossible to characterize succintly. So much so that even I, a lone Erudite, do not stand out as much as I had feared.

As a side report to my Master, Ghanlin Skyphire, I can say that my studies, even under the rigorous conditions of 'adventure' are progressing well, and I hope to make application to the 5th Circle of Apprenticeship Mysteries shortly.

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Dagnor's Cauldron
Sunny and clear

I have decided to make camp in the rough hewn tunnels bridging the tempestuous Cauldron to the accursed Estate of Unrest, so that I may better rest and replenish my energies before risking the ire of the Aqua Goblins that have claimed this forsaken landscape as their home.

Once again the diversity of Norrath fills me with wonder! Unlike the calm seas of Odus, or the slightly murky harbors of the cities of men, this Cauldron is a churning, frothing place - the raw power of nature exposed, and the sharp rocky cliffs that contain it are worn and weatherbeaten, constant assailed by wind, wave, and storm. It is truly the most harsh environment I have seen, even more dangerous in its intensity than the Antonican deserts are in their quiet vistas of lifelessness.

I have come from a hard night of battle against the Undead of Unrest in the company of Ankara, a young Monk of Quellious named Shonin, a Halfling Priestess of Brell, whom I believe said her name was Dura, but with the accent and all the shouting she did as she lay waste to the abominations it is hard to say for sure. A few Elves later joined our party, one a Druid the other a Ranger, but I did not catch their names or much about them, as my Elven language skill is still so poor. If I have learned one thing from my experiences so far, it is that the insular nature of Erudian society, while it serves us well in many respects, does hamper us when dealing with the other races of Norrath. Perhaps that is a matter I should take up with Master Skyphire, a linguistics regimen would be a good mnemonic tool for aiding in spell memorization studies and serve the purpose of helping us deal with outsiders in their own lands.

As to the Estate of Unrest itself, it is positively revolting and frieghtening to think that such a huge hive of evil undead and other abominations is left to gather power and spread its tendrils so close to the heart of the Elven and Dwarven homelands... Never before have I seen such a gathering, even evil Paineel of the Heretics is no true comparison - the Heretics may cajole and coerce the souls of the dead to their bidding, but that pales before the sheer numbers of free-roaming evil congregate here, without the direction and control. I imagine that it is only that lack of direction that has prevented it from reaching out and destroying the surrounding cities. But perhaps more chilling, is what on Norrath could be drawing and sustaining all this evil unlife in one place?

It is almost as if the violence of the Cauldron is nature's direct response to the heart of Unnatural infestation that is its neighbor... Perhaps Ankara or one of the other servants of Karana I have met can shed more light on that... I will ask her when next we meet. I broke from Ankara's party sooner than I had hoped, but needed to replenish my energies, and I did not wish to be viewed in a weakened state. One must always keep up appearances. Also, this gives me the opportunity to slip back to Kelethin and post my report to the High Council without arousing suspicions.

Must rest now, while a lull in the storms allows for sleep to overtake me.

[Noa]

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Kelethin
Clear skies at night

What an intriguing trip this has turned out to be! I look back at my journal and laugh at the somber tone of my initial assessment of my banishment... Now I think they may have done me a favor! Although I am still disturbed by the High Council's interest in these affairs, they seem completely irrelevant to life at home...

I fought again with Ankara and her roguish companion, Taygar at the accursed Estate of Unrest again for a second night, this time with mixed success. Our initial forays from the garden were largely fruitful, but massive hordes led by what I am told is the master of Unrest, the Ghost of the previous Lord of the Manor, drove all forces back many a time. I have observed the Dwarves of Kaladim seem to be the most interested in driving back these fiends. They are also almost universally armored with green Breastplates and Helms - perhaps a uniform of a Dwarven Regiment?

We sadly took some losses among the Elven allies we had made while fighting there, and wound up joining what I take to be a Elven Religious Crusade. An Paladin and Priest of the High Elves, perhaps a Knight Errant and his Confessor, seemed intent on storming the Manor House itself, perhaps on some quest or test of Faith. No matter, each time we tried, we were rebuffed and bloodied. While the Elves seemed resolute and steadfast, Ankara, Taygar, and I were quite injured, and decided to regroup in the Faydark to recuperate and plan anew.

I became separated from Ankara and Taygar amidst the bustle of the Tree City - a primitive yet effective structure to protect against Orcish incursions, so I left the home of the Wood Elves, and made my way to Felwithe, so that I might consult with the Masters there and make use of their Libraries for my continued studies. What I found was a beautiful facade, upon what seemed a souless city. After two dreary days in their understocked and frankly useless Library, I moved on towards the home of the Gnomes, Fabled Ak'Anon. Apprently even Wizards of the High Elves must travel there to learn certain magics... A shame that the schools of sorcery in Felwithe seem to have sunk so low.

I cut short my explorations of the Lesser Faydarks, despite my interest in seeing Ankara's home, tales of the Brownies and of mysterious Unicorns that lash out at everyone, in addition to the usual dangers of Orcs and Cutthroats, placed concerns of safety over knowledge.

Steamfont Mountains! I shall not forget the beauty and raw power of nature here for some time. Huge fields of geysers attest to the power of the Earth here. And large Windmills on the horizons built by the industrious Gnomes to harness the power of the winds. I see now why the Gnomes have placed so much effort in learning the mechanical sciences, when their home has such an abundance of raw energy.

But then the beauty of the landscape was marred by a sight that made my blood run cold and my heart pound with rage. Kobolds! Here! But no, these were not the Clan Kolbok I knew... Although nearly identical in appearence, these creatures seemed fairly passive, and as they were but runts, I decided to leave them be, rather than re-open old wounds. Perhaps there was hope of peace with Kobolds? As the Gnomes seemed to have? HAH! I was quickly relieved of such fanciful notions, in a painful manner. I spied a large gathering of the curs, and snuck closer to investigate, having picked up a smidge or two of their foul barks from my time in the Warrens. It appeared a Huge Kobold of massive proportions and palpable power was attempting rile up these naturally non-aggressive beasts, and with some success. It was a Missionary of Clan Kolbok, trying to spread the message of hatred preached by Rolfron Zek to these Kobolds. I was about to move to alert the Watchmen of Ak'Anon to this threat, when suddenly a Rogue Clockwork gave away my position! The sight of a noble Erudite enraged the foul Missionary, and it let out a bloodcurdling howl as it set upon me with both claw and powerful magicks. I tried to flee, but it was strong, stronger than anything I had yet faced... The last sight I can remember before the mystic energies of the beast engulfed me was the Windmills...

I awoke in Ak'Anon, bruised, battered, quite drained. Apparently the Kobold Missionary was not yet ready to take on the Gnomes, and so fled when the Watch moved forward to investigate. The Watchmen took me to their City to convelasce. Even with the ministrations of the Gnome Physicians, recovery was slow, so I took the time to study in the Library Mechamagica, and found it quite a rewarding experience. I have learned enough and copied some of the key volumes so that I am set to begin my 5th Circle of Apprenticeship soon.

I sent word to Kelethin of my plight, so that my new comrades would not worry overmuch, and was rewarded when Arion the War-Wizard and Taygar came to Ak'anon to see me. I discussed some of the finer points of Wizardry with the upcoming apprentice, but I am not sure if he truly cut out for the Scholarly life, it was not his first choice after all... He seemed despondent when we parted company. I would not be surprised to hear that he were to return to Qeynos and retire...

Taygar and I, after some initial miscommunications, headed back to the Faydark, where he showed me the Fortresses of Clan Crushbone. Always willing to lend a hand, and increase my knowledge of Magical Forces through careful practice and repetition, we joined a group of Elves and began fighting their Legionnaires and Slavers, hoping to free some Elven Slaves. A striking High Elven Maiden, who seemed a quite competent sorceress in her own right, had joined us, and although the words exchanged between her and Taygar were largely unintelligible, their body language left no doubt - the Wood Elf is a shameless flirt and skirt chaser... I hope Ankara does not become overly smitten with the Scout, as he does not strike me as the monogamous type...

Retiring from the field, I have returned to Kelethin to rest and reflect, and hopefully meet again with Ankara... There is still so much to do and so many unanswered questions.

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Ak'Anon
Indeterminate Weather

Over the last fortnight I feel as if I have wandered the length and breadth of Faydwer, twice, and yet still no sign of the elusive Ankara. I trust that she is well, but cannot help but feel a slight pang of worry - though I can not honestly say if it is genuine concern for her safety, or the thought that I may be charged with deriliction in my duties.

I returned to the Fortresses of Clan Crushbone, but found no trace of either Ankara or the rogue Taygar. Once again the campaigns assailing the Orcs were in full attack, but I was unable to find a camp that was willing to accept my services. Most of the fighters there seemed young and as yet unblooded, and I got the impression that the power of my magics was too great. A typical if annoying reaction of the lesser races.

I made the trek from Kelethin to the Estate of Unrest twice, again no sign of her among either the living, or the undead. On my first encounter I was able to join a band of Elves I had met previously, but the language barrier without a translator proved cumbersome, so much so that on my second foray, I could not find a soul willing to give me the time of day, except perhaps for the Tormented Souls, and I wished none of their company. I believe that the constant attacks that have been made on the Manor of Unrest has stirred up some long sleeping evil, that perhaps we will wish had been left undisturbed, as the gruesome Ghouls, Darkboned Skeletons, and Lurking Mummies that arose to drive us from their midst were of significantly greater power than those I had previously encountered, and I could have sworn I heard the screeching of Hags or Banshees as well.

However, it was my injuries sustained in the Lesser Faydark that once again prompted my stay and recuperation in this subterranean city of the Gnomes. Entering the cool dark forests, I had sought out Ankara's home, to see if perhaps she had returned to see her mother again, when I suddenly heard a sound like thunder! Quickly turning, I could make out the shimmering, midnight black form of a corrupted Unicorn, barreling straight at me! I was frozen in shock for a moment, and in that short second, the beast had bridged the gap between us and ran me down. There was a sickening thud and cracking of bone as the impact knocked me unconscious. But that peaceful respite was also momentary, as its razor sharp horn pierced my shoulder straight through. The next thing I knew I was airborne as the tremendous force of the blow sent me skyward. I had been near the rocky cliffs separating the two Faydarks, and it is only that fact that allows me to continue to write today, as I came to rest in a rocky outcropping on a ledge, and the sheer face was too steep for the beast to follow and claim its kill. I laid there, insensate, for some time, yet I can recall the impatient clamping of its hooves as it paced back and forth, and the hate-filled snorts it made. Eventually it galloped off, I can only assume that it had gotten the scent of more prey.

Despite my grievous shoulder wound, several cracked ribs, and I imagine a concussion, I managed to right myself, and after voiding the contents of my stomach onto the forest floor, was able to use the bandages and supplies I had in my belt pouches to dress the most serious wound so I would not bleed to death. I was in no travelling condition, and assuredly would have eventually died of exposure, had not a small caravan passed and agreed to take me as far as Ak'Anon.

The Physicians and Priests of Ak'Anon were once again kind enough to care for my wounds, and I have used the time to continue my studies in the Library, so much so that I have made application to be initiated into the 5th Circle of Apprenticeship Mysteries, and have copied many new spells into my books from the Library's tomes. I have picked up a considerable amount of the native language, to the point where I can at least converse with them reasonably. I have been questioning them on the Kobold activities, as the High Council might find it of interest. A day or two more study and rest, and I must return to my travels.

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Message to Ghanlin Skyphire

Master Skyphire,

I am pleased to report that my continued travels abroad have not proven to be a detriment to my studies. In fact, I have found the diverse experiences and 'battle testing' received in the field has proven to enhance my studies. I write this to you from the Libraries Mechanamagica of Ak'Anon, where I have recieved the approval of the Gnomish Wizards (see attached letter of reference.)

I have found the experience quite enlightening, and would surely recommend a study abroad program be instituted for all Apprentices of the 4th Rank. I have found the Colleges of Sorcery in Qeynos and Freeport to be satisfactory, Ak'Anon to be excellent, but Felwithe of the High Elves to be sorely lacking in both quality and content.

I have completed the course of proscribed studies, as you can see by the attached bibliography, and my papers on the transitive application of fire through the transdimensional space point.

I am therefore pleased to report that I have been initiated into the 5th Circle of Apprenticeship Mysteries, tenative upon your review and approval.

Your servant,

Eliezer
Apprentice of the 5th Circle of Mysteries
Order of Crimson Hands

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Freeport
Cold, rain and fog

Ah.... Freeport! Though a far cry from the gleaming marble and crisp salt air of Erudin, I welcome all the filth, smells and sounds of this city. Especially the sounds! Although the Human tongue lacks the finesse and sophistication of the Erudian language, it is a very welcome thing to be able to hear AND understand the spoken word around you. I thought I would go mad if forced to spend another day aboard the ship sailing from Faydwer listening to the incessent chattering of the Elves and gruff barks of the Dwarves. To be able to communicate a simple thought without repeating it a dozen times and resorting to hand gestures... No matter, there are still many a task to complete, and I must learn to get along with all manner of man and beast to accomplish them.

I finally discovered where Ankara had run off to, and that discovery is part of what prompted my return to Antonica for the moment... but I get ahead of myself...

After having fully recovered from my ordeal with the beast known as Equestrielle, I continued my search for Ankara, this time concentrating on the Butcherblock Mountains. The trail seemed cold, and I eventually found myself back at the docks. I inquired with the shopkeepers and guards there to see if there had been anyone who remembered seeing her, but wasn't having much luck. I inquired with the Harbor Master if an Ankara or 'Ankles' Dirtyfoot had booked passage to Antonica recently, but the gruff Dwarf dismissed me, I couldn't quite make out what he said, but I believe it was a long string of profanity and something about confidentiality... While this may have deterred me a week prior, now as an an Apprentice of the 5th Circle, I had a number of magics at my disposal. Rendering myself invisble to the naked eye, I was able to gain entry to the Port Records office, and through the judicious use of vision magnification spells and summoning one of Zomm's Useful Eyes, I was able to learn that Ankara had indeed booked passage some time ago... But not back to Antonica as I first suspected, but rather on an expedition to the Lost Continent of Kunark!

This was a setback I was not anticipating. I struggled with the thought of following to Kunark for some time before prudence won out. I know nothing of that land, and aside from a small Outpost, it is all wild and hostile terrain. My odds of finding Ankara by blindly traipsing around lizard infested swamps and worse was practically null. Instead, I decided to return to Antonica, where I can be more proactive in my work. I will attempt to see if any further leads as to Ankara's father can be uncovered, as if I can 'beat her to the punch' as they say, I can anticipate Ankara's actions rather than be continually two steps behind. Perhaps I shall start with trackind down some of the fellows I had last seen in Rivervale. They might have some valuable information to contribute.

Also, I grow homesick, perhaps a trip back home can be arranged... It would give me an opportunity to perhaps find out more of what the High Council's interests really are.

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Freeport
Humid and overcast

Before I return westward to search for clues and the wherabouts of those I met in Rivervale, I have been making some side trips into the Deserts of Ro, and have been making preparations to be notified when and if Ankara returns from Kunark. A number of bribes to some seafaring Gnomes has left my coinpurse all but empty, but should they prove true to their word, will send me word as soon as Ankara books passage out of Firiona Vie and I should have foreknowledge of her landing point before her ship reaches harbor.

The Deserts of Ro are both beautiful and deadly. It is awe inspiring to think that these barren vistas were once lush forests ruled by the Elves, now so transormed by the power of the great Solusek Ro. I find the Prince of Power is so misunderstood by so many people, sadly. It seems the prevailing opinion is that the deserts are a blight, and were some sort of unwarrented punishment meted out against the Elves for some unknown slight... yet nothing could be farther from the truth! In point of fact, Solusek Ro tested the Elves, trying both their Faith, and their ability to adapt and survive. It was a test they failed. They failed not by their inability to hold back the scorching sun that burned them out, nay, that was a foregone conclusion. They failed in that they gave up. They fled to Faydwer rather than remain and thrive.

Now the Deserts are a huge temple in homage to the Burning Prince. Despite the heat and dangers of the environment, it can be survived should one take the proper precautions. Plenty of water, adequete clothing. The way is long and hard, but I believe the Burning Prince will reward me for my perserverance. The deserts are now home to powerful Sand Giants, Orcs, Undead and many madmen who have succumbed to the Heat and now wander aimlessly. But I have spoken with them, and while they are still incomprehensible to me, I can sense a method in their madness! I believe they are Prophets of Ro, and there is wisdom to be had. The fact that so many of these 'madmen' can still call forth mystic energies to defend themselves proves that there is more here than meets the eye. I feel a certain kinship to these Madmen in a way I cannot explain. I will have to dwell more on this when my more immediate business is past...

Surviving the Northern Deserts of Ro, I made my way to the Oasis of Marr. Last refuge of temperate climes. Although most attribute this refuge to the intercession of the Marr Twins with the Burning Prince, I think it is more accurately a reflection of Ro's Mercy, than any display of the Marr's power, although the Marr Twins are the Children of Triumverate of Water, so it is not too far fetched to think that the Prince of Power made a Treaty with the Marr's lest the War between the Triumverate and the Tyrant engulf the world!

The Oasis, while a refuge in the physical sense, is more dangerous than the deserts in others. Sand Giants still roam freely and often, and the waters of the Lake draw many a Deepwater Crocodile and other beasts that can way lay the unwary traveler. I myself spotted the ancient croc known among the locals here as Lockjaw - this beast is incredible, and I am just glad I was spying from my vantage point atop a rocky spire than down on the beach with the unfortunates who wandered in its path. I was fortunate in locating a Rune of Scale from one of the Deepwater Crocodiles... My studies in the Ak'Anon libraries indicated that a Cloak of power could be fashioned using these Runes. I take this as a good Omen for a successful quest.

In the Lake in the center of the Oasis is an ancient Tower, one of the last intact Ruins of Takish Hiz. I sense a forboding from it, and while I have not dared approach, I have heard that it is haunted with the restles spectres and shades of those who died defending it. Sulgar's manuscripts hint that a Spoke of the Wheel may be found within its vaults, but I must prepare more before risking such a perilous journey.

Although the deserts call to me, I cannot let this strange feeling distract me just yet. I must return to Rivervale and search there, and depending upon how my searches go, I shall return to the deserts soon...

[Noa]

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Kaladim
Indeterminate weather

Ah, the past few days have been a rush of activity, but all fruitful. Although the winds of Fate prevented me from returning westward, and brought me back to the isle of Faydwer, I believe things are looking up.

I have attained a third spoke of Tarton's Wheel! The flush of excitement still engulfs me as I recall the fool's errand that nearly cost my life but succeeded. Using a Potion of Fish Gill Extract purchased in Freeport and my own magics to cloud the mind, I snuck across the Oasis, and past the might Sand Giants. Swimming in the cool lagoon was both refreshing and terrifying... I passed close enough to the Elven ruins to see the shadowy forms of the Spectres that guard it in death as they did in life... Who knows that they gave their lives defending, and if it was there still... But those are questions for another day. I dove deep into the lagoon and found the sunken Tower, as Sulgar's manuscript predicted... Unfortunately it was guarded by a number of the fierced Aqua Goblins! I circled a few times to steel my nerves, but as I grew weary from exertion new it was then or never. Situating myself on the surface, above the tower, I simply allowed myself to slowly descend. I could see the spoke of the Wheel between two powerful Goblins...but Ro's favor shined on me... When one of them turned away, allowing me to snatch it from under their very noses, and as I drifted past the stone turret, blocking their line of sight, swam as hard as I could to shore.

While celebrating on the beach, I found other comrades from my days in the Warrens, a Gatecaller and his Northwoman Wife, Jixxi were here fighting the Crocs. Our quick conversation once again stirred in me a desire to return to Erudin, but our meeting was cut short by the rampages of Sand Giants and we were separated. Gating back to the city of Freeport to be safe, I headed to the the Vaults to store my treasure in my rented safe, and while there, found a message left for me by my Gnomish spies. Ankara had been spotted in the Kunark Outposts making preparations for a return passage. I headed to the docks at once in an effort to make it back to Faydwer befor her. My dilligence paid off, as I was able to catch up with the ellusive Half-elf outside the gates of Kaladim.

My worries were unjustified, she seemed quite healthy and well, having grown in strength since I last saw her. I queried her about her trip and her quest, and she told me she despaired of ever completing it. I felt a pang of guilt at that point, seeing as my inquiries were not entirely altruistic... I wondered if the High Council would prefer her to abandon it... But the Council be damned, they ordered me to keep them informed, nothing more nothing less. I attempted to cheer up the somewhat volatile young woman, and pledge my aid to her cause. That did seem to lift her spirits some, I'm happy to say, although she seemed quite put out by the prospect of dilligent research and focused effort that will be required to find her Father.

She also stated a desire to return to Erudin, it seems she believes that the High Council has information they have not shared with her... and from my perspective that seems almost a certainty... I must devise a way to help her obtain this knowledge, without betraying the trust of my people... But should the Council's motives prove to be merely personal or political in nature, than let their interests be damned.

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Qeynos
Unseasonably warm

These past few weeks have been a whirlwhind of cross-country travel that have kept me from adequately recording my travels... Ankara moves with such speed and seemingly random direction it would take a cadre of Wizards to keep track of her!

Although our battles in the accursed Estate of Unrest were deadly, they had proved fruitful, but apparently tales of new threats in Western Antonica got Taygar and Ankara off and running, and myself, as usual in hot pursuit. I have left word for Mixxi, hopefully she will get the meaning of my crude pictographic message and head westward as well...

I will skip the details of the overland routes for the sake of brevity, though they were not without peril, there were no significant encounters I could not avoid with the proper application of Magic.

Qeynos was abuzz with rumors of a new evil threat that had taken up residence in the Everfrost Peaks and had upset the very balance of nature. Speculation was wild from a resurrgeance of the Plaguelord, to some kind of vengeance of Tunare... But no matter the truth of it, the city was rapidly filling with mercanaries and crusaders alike looking to earn fortune and/or fame...

The Lion's Mane was booked up solid, and I was afraid I would have to move on to base myself out of Halas, when the Innkeep approached me and stated that a room had just been made available. The Innkeep's sons were removing the belongings of the previous tenant as I was moving in, and one confided in me that the last occupant had been confirm killed - torn apart by Werewolves near the Lair of Blackburrow! I was sure to study my protective magics that night!

As I made my way through the Lair of the Sabretooths, I prepared myself for the biting cold I had experienced on my first encounter, some months back, and was quite surprised to find it unseasonably warm and humid. Apparently the tales of upsetting the balance of nature were not unfounded. Wandering amongst the towering narrow canyons of ice, I noted that the temperature was causing ice and snow to melt, creating dangerous avalanche conditions, so I made my way towards the open tundra as quickly as possible.

As Elves are a rarity in the once frozen North, it did not take too many inquiries with the locals before I was able to locate where Taygar and Ankara had set up camp, tracking and eliminating Werewolves and Skeletal automatons. Although fierce, the Werewolves are usually the easier of the two monsters to dispatch, as they seem solitary. The Skeletons seem to travel in packs making them extremely dangerous. I have been researching a spell to make such battles easier, one that will generate a Column of Fire, but have not had luck matching up the proper Runes as of yet.

The three of us fought on for awhile, before a virtual battalion of Skeletons descended upon us. Ankara was gravely wounded, and was forced to retire to Halas to recover. As Taygar and I wondered what to do, we were approached by a Barbarain names Sargas, who offered us wild riches if we woulf follow him. Taygar and I were skeptical at first, but decided to see the truth of his tale.

Across a frozen river to the north and east, we spied a camp of the foul creatures, apparently one of three from which these evil beings are directed. Several Skeletons and Werewolves served the whims of a Mad Spectre. Several corpses lay in the snow, obviously victims of a failed attack on these undead. In an effort to not meet the same fate, the three of us joined forces with the survivors of the last assault, and with spell and sword laid into them. We did quite well in driving them out, but there almost seemed to be an infinite number of tormented souls rising up to replace them.

These creatures carried artifacts of magical power! I myself claimed an exquisite bracer of gleaming Drake's scale. I could feel its power added to my own when I wore it. I tried to take another for study, but found that these artifacts have strange almost magnetic properties - they repel one another! With one in my possession, I was unable to claim a second, as the magics seemed to push it just out of reach. Still, it was an excellent prize for my first artifact of power recovered from evil. Solusek shines upon me!

Quite a few old friends and comrades were encountered on the tundra, likely drawn by the rumors of the evil infestation. My old classmate Manni, apparently well into his Journeyman studies has signed on with the Army of the 1st Fist of Light. I am glad to see him doing well. He was with Whirlin the Peacekeeper, who seemed to be doing equally well. Several other mercenaries I recognized from the Warrens were now in Everfrost. I hope this does not mean the battles against Clan Kolbok have been abandoned! Sarhea the Half-elven Druid also was wandering the ice, perhaps scouting the extent of the damage to the enironment for the Druids of Surefall Glade. She remids me a lot of Ankara, but far less frustrating! I chuckle to myself. It is good to see so many from that first campaign against Runnyeye together in the same area.

We fought for sometime, with mixed success, eventually Taygar retired to check on Ankara, and I followed shortly thereafter. I am not sure whether they are staying in Halas or Qeynos, but I have returned to town to insure the Innkeep does not claim my possessions, and so that I may keep an eye on the Ports should Ankara's wandering feet once again get the better of her. I am pleased to note that Mixxi arrived in Qeynos late last evening, so hopefully we wil be able to do battle together again soon.

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Erudin
Drizzle and light fog

Ah, home! A bittersweet return this is... The gleaming marble of the Tower, the smell of well-cared for books in the Great Library, the sounds of silence - none of the bustle, screaming children, moans of the beggars found in Human cities can be found here (at least not out in the street for show!). I find I am spending more time these days recuperating from the aftermath of battle, but so be it... with each encounter my knowledge and power increases. With luck I will be able to end my apprenticeship, and my servitude to the Tower very shortly.

Since I have the time on my hands, I shall recap some of the events of the past few days...

After finishing up our forays against the evils residing in Everfrost, we found that several companions of the Runnyeye campaign and other new friends in this starspun league were gathering around Qeynos. Many of the less experienced were being driven back night after night by Undead hordes gathering in the Hills, so many were booking passage to Erudin to wait out the nightmare. Reports from the Karanas were equally grim, Undead hordes were ravaging practically the whole of Western Antonica! Ankara and Taygar apparently decided to join the throng fleeing to Erudin, where they would put their blades to use against Clan Kolbok. Never one to miss an opportunity to avenge my people against the Dogs, I followed suit. I think that Ankara may be re-focusing on Odus as that is the last solid lead she has had concerning her father's wherabouts.

I attempted to gain an audience with the High Council, but they refused to see me, only a Page of the Council would see me to take a verbal report. No new information was to be had, but I got the distinct impression he was concerned about Ankara looking too deeply into the Warrens. Balderdash! I will continue to accompany and aid Ankara, but I think I shall withhold any future reports until such time as the High Council sees fit to grant me an audience.

Our attacks on the Clan Kolbok were quite successful, though I am disheartened that the Kobolds have been allowed to replace their previous losses and even entrench deeper! Gone are the Mercenary Armies that once laid daily siege to the Clan, there was just our party and one other. I wonder if this is due to some economic factors? Has both the High Council and the Heretics decided to stop hiring Mercenaries?

Our group pushed down the Prince's domain, unhindered by the mangy guards in place, and attacked the Training Facilities, Kitchens, Blacksmiths, and Jails of the beasts. Without the sheer number of mercenaries to cull the beasts, we settled on a strategic approach - attack their resources! I recovered the remains of a fallen Erudite, and I believe two of our companions recovered the magical Ball Peen Hammers of the Smiths as we ransacked their ovens and forges. It will take them some time to begin producing food and weapons again. The training facilities of the Clan also fell to our silent and stealthy attacks. Kobold Pit Fighters are deadly opponents, revered by the rank and file. Killing them off is sure to hurt the Kobold morale - especially when coupled with the death of one of their primary Trainers and his students. While Ankara and Taygar and some Elven allies we encountered scouted the way to the lair of Prince Bragnar himself, I moved invisibly toward the dungeons to scout. Imagine my surprise when the Jailor assaulted me with fang and claw! Although surprised and unprepared, my training took over and the words of power trickled from my lips as my fingers traced the sigils of bondage in the air. The lesser Kobolds we surprised to see their Jailor suddenly in battle, but were too stunned to join in - luckily for me. But my spells cut through his savage attack, and he was held fast to the stone floor! Backing away from his razor claws, I paused to wipe a bit a blood my eye and stared him down. Though trapped like the animal he was, he still flailed about desperately trying to reach me and barking what I assume were commands to his subordinates to attack. With a word of power I called down Ro's Retribution - again and again he was engulfed in flame and cinder, his shouts of anger becoming wails of pain. The lesser Kobold fled in terror as the behemoth was reduced to charred bone and stinking burned fur and flesh. Depleted of energies, I snatched up the bronze keyring of the Jailor, cloaked myself in invisibility and sought refuge among the cells to meditate.

What I found was quite intriguing, several captured Kejekens and a Priest of Quellious, apparently ministering to them! I revealed myself to Aderius Rhenar and offered to free him - he refused! When I asked him why, and reminded him of the threat of the Kolbok Ovens, he stated that he was assisting these Kejeken friends of his and would not leave them, he did give me a note to return to Lady Leraena, his superior at the Temple. He stated he had been captured in some kind of Ambush in the Stonebrunt Mountains. There had been some Elven trackers with them, but of their fate he knew not. Taking my leave of him I found a second cell, and used the Jailor's keys to free them, including one comely lass who seemed quite appreciative of rescue...but alas, I had to return to Ankara and Taygar, and so shrouded the captives in Invisibility so they could escape the Warrens.

After regrouping with Ankara, Taygar, and some additional allies, we moved to the Prince's throneroom, and began quietly dispatching the forward Guards. By the time Prince Bragnar realized what was happening and attacked, it was too late – although mighty, he was felled by our combined magic and sword arms. Ankara laid a crippling blow upon him, but Kobold Shamans were able to spirit away his mortally wounded form before we could send him properly to Hell... I would not be at all surprised to see him recover, aided by the powerful Shamans of Rolfron Zek, but it will be some time before he is a threat to Erudin again.

With the Kobolds now well aware of our presence, we wisely chose to withdraw, and planned a new attack. We received word that Mixxi and some of the other Halfling and Elven allies were en route to Odus, with these reinforcements, Ankara, Taygar, and I developed a bold plan – Hitting the Warrens kept the Kobolds off blalnce, but with a constant flow of supplies and reinforcements from their inaccessible lands beyond the Stonebrunt Mountains, we could not hope to completely break them. Therefore we employed stealth to move through the Warrens, and reached the Stonebrunt Mountain Valley, so that we could attack directly the source of the Kobold's strength and supply lines.

The Valley is an awesome place, never have seen such abundance of natural resources, beauty, and mystical energy - even Steamfont pales by comparison by the sheer diversity in that valley. Forming up into two squads, we simultaneously attacked two of the Kobold camps that directly feed into the Warrens, attempting to cut off the Warrens and make them fight a two-front war. We were effective at first, but unprepared for the sheer number of enemies – both Kobold and wild animal, as well as Wisp like Spirit entities, that I spied some Kobolds doing battle with. We felled one of these Jungle Spirits, and I retrieved a stone from it that held strange but palpable mystic power. I decided to keep it for study – a decision that would prove to save my life...

Having done some damage, we decided that discretion being the better part of valor, we would flee to fight another day. Mixxi and the other Halflings were having a lot of trouble escaping the Warrens, apparently wise to our tactics, they were employing magicks to defeat our Invisibility. Ankara, Taygar, and a Human Enchanter named Feriss set out to try and locate the Kejeken encampment, while I went to assist Mixxi – a decision that proved to be both painful and enlightening. Mixxi Bixiebane is quite an interesting individual, I'm sure if my language skills were superior she would have an interesting story to tell. I see in her many of the same qualities I do in Ankara – minus the flightiness, the impulsiveness, and the unpredictable behavior. She seems modest and quite dependable, two qualities found in short supply these days. And her size and gender make her strength and skill at combat most surprising, as I'm sure many an opponent has discovered just before they perished.

I came up with a rather foolhardy plan – I would engage the Kobolds, and hopefully provide cover for Mixxi to slip by. I did so, and it seemed successful at first – but wishing to insure I kept their attention, I moved a bit too far forward and accidentally attracted the ire of the Mighty Bearpaw. With his claws tearing through my mystic defenses, along with half a dozen other Kobolds, even the bound Spirit of Wolf I had been granted would not be enough to see me to safety. I was almost torn apart, and would surely be dead, as my injuries surpassed even those I took from the Corrupted Unicorn in the Lesser Faydark, except for one thing... I felt a calmness and ease of suffering as some sort of inexplicable life energy flowed into my body... The Jungle Spirit Stone! Somehow it preserved me at death's door, keeping me alive until Saran and the others were able to evacuate us to the Toxxulia Forest... Poor Mixxie was so upset, I think she thought I died. But they spirited me back to Erudin, where my condition was stabilized.

This discovery of the powerful Spirit Energies in the Stonebrunt Mountains has the whole Tower abuzz... I believe several researchers are already seeking samples and beings known as the Titans. It also explains the role of these so-called Kobold Spiritslavers... If they have developed a way to harness this magic for their own uses, it could be a powerful magical threat that would make the Kobolds all but unstoppable. I only pray that Solusek Ro will guide the minds of our researchers who must find a way to counter this new threat.

Once my wounds have healed properly, I must return to Stonebrunt and rendezvous with Ankara, Taygar, and the others.

[Noa]

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Erudin
Thunderstorms

The foul weather here does little to ease my mind, and although my wounds are all but healed, I feel little desire to venture beyond the spartan yet comforting confines of my room here at the Vasty Deep Inn. I speak the spells of deciphering and review my secret monographs, and I am somewhat disturbed. I find little more than a simple reteling of events. Of what use to me is that? My Erudian Intellect has not faltered, my recollection, honed by years of mnemonics in the Tower is more than sufficient. But as I look back, I see that for all I have gained in knowledge, experience, even wealth... I seem to have lost part of myself along the way. I replay the events of the past few months, and find that though the slightest detail is as plain as the day it happened, I can not even decipher my own feelings. Why did I do that? What was my motivation then? I have become a stranger to myself.

If I crook my neck out the window, I can see a sliver of the Tower looming off in the distance... A mere silhouette in these storms. Prexus has always been Odus' defender... What portent is this? I feel a chill of dread even here beside the fire that all is not right. There is something amiss that breeds beneath my notice yet in plain sight... And it is not the threat of Clan Kolbok - as real as the Kobold menace may be, it hides and overshadows this ... other.

Ah, the Tower. I have not been back since my departure... what was once a symbol of power and accomplishment, now fills me with a strange malaise. Oh, how I long to see Whes Narya again! An excellent Master of Novices, always ready with encouragement and a kind word for a struggling Apprentice... But alas, his World is the Tower, and the answers I seek are beyond his ken. This is no simple riddle, mathematical exercise, or question of magical theory. This seems a matter of Heart, and how may I seek an answer when even the question eludes me!

Life seemed simple once. Black and White. Wrong and right as clear as Paineel and Erudin. Heretic and Loyalist. Miragul's damned and Erud's chosen. But now with almost an outsider's eye I can see cracks in the alabaster. Dry rot in the Marble.

Bah, I must get out of this room soon before I never leave.

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Paineel
New moon, darkness

After another successful strike against Clan Kolbok with Ankara, Taygar, and some newer allies, Queth the Gnomish Enchanter, and Elsbet the Halfling Priestess of Brell, I have done what I never would have dreamt of a year ago - entered Paineel, cradle of Heresy.

Hiding my rather conspicuous Senior Apprentice Robes in my pack, I managed to gain a key to the locked gates from the Skeletal constructs - my credentials as a Kobold slayer are well known, and perhaps by simple proximity, the once highly xenophobic Heretics are more inclined these days to accept those who fight the Clan...

The Hole. Those two words are so non-descriptive, yet...nothing else can convey that gaping maw with any additional clarity. It may be empty space now, but it seems almost...alive...like a cancer. Hungry. Unfinished business. The end result of a civil war more destructive than anything since the fall of the Combine Empire... and more destructive than anything has a right to be. A constant reminder of the threat of annihilation that hangs over Odus should the uneasy truce between our two factions falter. Something of late has changed in me... I cannot remeber being so morosely philosophical before... But the Hole almost seem to be but an outward sign of the true Hole, one burned into the hearts of the Eruidtes. Insatiable.

Of the city itself, the rebuilt Paineel, it is Erudian to be sure. Though obsessed with the forbidden arts of Necromancy, they obviously have not lost the craftsmanship and precision one finds in Erudian architecture and design. But it was not home. The undercurrent of corruption. Decadence. These were all apparent to me. No veneer of respectability tries to mask it. The Heretics are obviously quite at peace with their chosen path.

I stayed well clear of the Tabernacle of Terror and the Abbatoir... no need to take unnecessary risk should I be recognized. While I do not delude myself with self-importance, a member of the Order, with ties to the High Council, however tenuous, would surely be detained or worse. I reconsidered my decision to stay here when I entered the Inn. A more disgusting parody of life I have yet to see, where the patrons cajoled and tormented the dead for their own amusement...

Instead I have returned to the Observatory, to The Hole. A sleepless night here on cold stone has helped to clear my head somewhat. I do not think I can stay much longer. Though I will assist Ankara in her quest for her father with whatever clues may be found here, there are no answers to my questions here.

The Sun rises with the dawn, and its rays of light illuminate even this deep crevasse... Though The Hole remains as dark as ever... I take this as a sign. The Burning Prince, my patron... as the sun warms this cool stone, I am reminded of the Deserts of Ro, and the trials of the Prophets there. I feel a calling to return there, soon.

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Highpass Hold
Hot

My head has cleared quite a bit since I left Erudin, and I headed Eastward along the caravan road at a brisk pace. It seems this country is more peaceful than when I last set foot here - the Undead hordes have been driven back to the Underworld, at least for the moment. Unsure of where I am ultimately headed, I have not tarried in one place for any length of time. The last communication I received from Ankara indicated she had preceeded me Eastward, apparently trying to curry favor with the High Council. By Ro's Breath that woman moves fast!

I have spent my free time while camping on Research, but without access to a Library, it is slow going. I study my Lexicon and Concordance diligently, but I find it difficult to find components in the wild, and many an experiment has gone awry. I have begun dabbling in the Arts of Manipulating Space and Time, but with little success. A breakthrough in that most troublesome mystical theory is the traditional end to one's Apprenticeship, and I am ever so eager to shed my bondage and claim my place as an Initiate, rather than mere supplicant, of the Order.

My eastward progress has been held up in Highhold Pass the last few days. Orc incursions are on the rise, and Captain Ashlan has ordered all civilian travel suspended until such time that the Orcs can be pushed back and the safety of travelers guaranteed. Although I originally thought to take this respite from the road as a time to reflect, seeing the rows of wounded in the makeshift infirmary downstairs, and the nightly racket as the Pickclaws continue to undermine the Keep, I chose to offer my service to the Volunteer Brigade. The work has been dangerous, but rewarding, and I think we will have cleared the pass enough to convince Ashlan to rescind his interdiction.

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Highhold Keep
Temperate, moonless night

I rest in the Keep recovering from latest wounds I have received battling here, but tonight I shall tender my resignation from my impressment into the Volunteers and continue my journey, though not through the pass as I originally intended...

Progress clearing the pass was slow and tedious. Captain Ashlan was quite adamant about curtailing all travel until safe passage could be guaranteed, so I continued in my grizzly work until disaster struck... A strong counterattack by the Shralok Ocs, led by one of their leaders...Recfek Shralok, cut us off from the rest of the Volunteer Regiment and pushed us toward Kithicor. Outnumbered and injured, the cadre I had been assigned to attempted a strategic withdrawl to the Woods to regroup, where it was revealed that this was no mere offensive, but a carefully orchestrated ambush!

Waiting for us in the mouth of the pass were Bashil Shralok and Chief Gan'Shralok! Attacked from both sides, our squad was taking heavy casualties and I was nearly depleted of Magical strength, attempting to Gate to the HighholdKeep to alert the Guard and muster reinforcements, I began my spell, while being assaulted and beset by Orcs on all sides... My spell was successful, though I was knocked unconscious as I vanished... I awoke in the Keep... most of my gear unfortunately had been torn from my body by the Orcs as I cast, but I was able to warn Commander Thafer who sent relief forces immediately....

But more importantly I had an epiphany! As my mind and body cast the Gate Spell, acting on instinct and rote training as I was preoccupied by the Orc's spears and swords I had a breakthrough... I could actually see the Lines of Force which hold Norrath together just before I passed out...

Invisible mystical lines of force crisscross all of Norrath... Certain junctions of these lines are focal points for magical energies. Many of these were mapped out by the Combine Empire, who erected Pyramids and Pillars to help concentrate their magic and create something akin to signposts in the aether. This new knowledge is that which has eluded me until now! With this I am confident in terminating my Apprenticeship and declaring myself a Journeyman Wizard.

I have successfully scribed the spell of Transport and as I begin the incantations, I can sense the spires in the distance... However, I can only clearly discern those most ancient and powerful spires at this point... But with time, patience, and study, I feel soon the others will be accessible to me.

For the short term however, this breakthrough has allowed me to escape the prison of Highpass. After I see Captain Ashlan, I shall travel to Toxxulia via the Winds of Aether.

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Erudin
Clouds and drizzle.

Eureka! The rush reaching through space and time... Seeing the great Spires of Toxxulia in the eye of my mind...reaching out and touching them.... then the gut-wrenching transition between Aether and Norrath... It is quite an experience. I am glad the spires are far from the cities, as my first trip was not the triumphant return I planned, rather, I voided the contents of my stomach from the sudden churning... Only a Kobold Runt was there to see my distress... And, well, suffice it to say the blackened smear of ash that is left there won't be telling any tales... I trust with practice I will become accustomed to the rigors of mystical transport.

My audience with Ghanlin Skyphire was brief and satisfying. He seemed surprised that I was able to complete my studies so quickly away from the Tower, and verbally queried me at length before admitting that I was ready to stand before the Order as a Journeyman. But my greatest satisfaction came when he off-handedly made inquiry into my 'mission' from the High Council, and I deflected response with the old 'That information is restricted and on a 'need to know' basis. That shut him up quickly... Ha! I may be in the dark, and naught but a chess pawn to the Council, but in the end neither is he. I doubt he will call my bluff... Skyphire is a great Wizard, but has neither political clout nor aspirations for it... I think only his neutrality in all affairs has kept him in power for this long.

Tomorrow I sail to Qeynos, and hopefully pick up the long cold trail of Ankhara.

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Halas
Bitter cold, bright sun

The unseasonable warmth that was present on my last foray to the icy north is but a vague memory here now, if anything it feels even colder...

It has been a whirlwind of events in the past fortnight, constant fighting and drenching water has kept my parchment unusable. I was very surprised to find writing supplies I could purchase in this outpost, but not all the Barbarians are as brutish as their manner would indicate, some of the Wisemen and Shaman priests I have spoken with seem somewhat educated. In another culture their intellects might have achieved greater heights... But I digress.

From Qeynos, I was quite pleased to note that while I was bottled up in Highpass, Ankhara was her usual mobile self, and has returned to the West while I still struggled Eastward! By the Burning Prince I do not know even if Combine Portals will allow me to keep up with her!

At any rate, although I am sure she can be quite stealthy if she put her mind to it, inquiring amongst Ale Houses, Taverns, and Love-struck Bards I have found to me a most effective method of tracing her movements, and these reports led me back to the Everfrost Peaks. The Icy Halls of Permafrost, reputed lair of the mighty Ice Dragon, Lady Vox, apparently has captured the imagination of the fanciful tracker, and I was quite lucky to find Ankhara, her shadow Taygar, and a few other Elves testing their mettle against the Ice Goblins, and after the usual pleasantries and greetings, joined them. We were quite successful, even felling a Goblin Preacher, from whom I acquired a Runed Circlet - an artifact of considerable power.

But of late, Ankhara seems to have put her quest for her father on hold, and as such, my attentions can be focused on some of my own plans... And frankly it can be tiring chasing that woman across the face of Norrath! But I must admit she is a charismatic figure, and good company..at least until she vanished once again as usual.

I have been studying the manuscript of Sulgar more closely, and through the convenience of magical transportation, have retrieved (at great personal danger!) several more Rods for the completion of Tarton's Wheel. This magic is most liberating! From my sparse, yet cozy room here in Icy Halas (note to self: order more firewood) I have traveled to Erud's Crossing, Lake Rathetear, Greater Faydark, and the Estate of Unrest in my search. Although the amenities and lack of a useful Library make Halas a poor home for a Wizard, there is something soothing about the solitude, the snow covered vistas, and calm in the night here. I think I shall stay awhile. Perhaps Ankhara shall return to Permafrost, and Sulgar is nearby should I need his consultation. With the power of Gates at my command, I can still travel where I wish without the rigors and hardship of overland routes.

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Halas
Blizzard conditions

Eureka! Success! At long last I have gathered the final spokes of the Great Wheel of Tarton! My last foray into the ruins of Old Guk I was able to make contact with a Dwarf named Drus who had retrieved the rod as a curiousity!

I returned to Icy Halas to consult with Sulgar. The man was almost giddy! I think he longed to leave Everfrost but could not bring himself to do so while his work was incomplete... Hmm... His two female Barbarian companions might also have had some hand in his willigless to linger. The pair are intriguing in their own right, I do not know their motives, but I suspect they are somehow allied with the Burning Prince. Alas, I wish things worked out better for poor Sulgar...

Hastily we assembled the Wheel, Sulgar stopping to enchant and cast the proper binding spells on each piece. Finally the Star of Eyes was placed in the Center, and Sulgar handed me the Staff of the Wheel, the culmination of his initial studies.

After staring at the completed wheel a moment, he nodded to me, eager anticipation in his eyes. I waved the Staff and spoke the words of power to activate the Wheel. There was a moment of eerie silence, the air electric with gathering power... The Star of Eyes opened and bathed the area in a reddish glow... The Wheel rose into the air and began to spin... Faster and faster... Until you could see little more than a glowing blur.

Sulgar stepped directly beneath the wheel, raising his arms and shouting the spells of control he had researched... But alas, either he misspoke or his spells were incorrect... The wheel shifted on its axis, began to wobble precariously... A warbling sound of such magnitude that I was forced to drop the staff and cover my ears erupted... And then with a huge explosion of force, the Wheel exploded scattering the Rod Segments once again to the winds!

Sulgar wept.

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Lavastorm
Glorious weather

After taking my leave of Sulgar, I found myself without purpose. I have wandered aimlessly now for some days, no sign of Ankhara, unsure of my next steps. I must seek the counsel of the Burning Prince, so I have decided to travel to the Temple of Solusek Ro to consult with the Seekers there. Perhaps I can find either a new focus, or a resolution to my lingering doubts concerning my misgivings over the Erudite High Council.

I also worry for my sister, Komaru. I have recently received word from her that she thinks she may be in danger from Heretics... I think much is happening on Odus in my absence, and not all of it good.

Tomorrow I should make the Temple, but I am in no hurry, taking in the grandeur of the Lavastorm Mountains. Solusek Ro looks after his own I see - Even the deadly Imps and Fire Sprites look upon me with indifference, when I see they harass all others.

The only denizens here which seem to be disrespectful of the servants of the Burning Prince are the Goblins of Fire Peak. I think I shall take issue with them and teach them the errors of their ways.

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The Temple of Solusek Ro
Indeterminate weather

The glories of this place are abounding! The last fortnight has literally flown by. I have almost fully recovered from the Rite of Cleansing, and although the details of that night are still hazy, I feel invigorated!

My consultations with Vilissia, Romar, Gardern, and the Seekers to be most helpful. But I am somewhat disappointed to find no other Erudites at the Temple either as Seekers or Pilgrims. I long for the company of my own kind. Though necessity has taught me diversity, there is still nothing quite like company of those who share the heritage of Erud. Intra is a fine companion, but I fear her long association with humans has somehow colored her views of Erudin. Not an uncommon condition among expatriates.

I still do not have all the answers I seek, but this pilgrimage has renewed my determination to continue my path until I can discern the way.

[Noa]

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Lavastorm Mountains
Hot

I see the Burning Prince has a sense of humor. Off all the people to once again encounter in this blistering corner of the world, who should I stumble into other than the elusive Ankhara! Perhaps I should test this theory - One finds Ankhara when one does not seek her, but let an ounce of desire enter your heart and she slips further away like sand through your fingers... Perhaps some of the Human or Elven males of our starspun league can shed more light on that musing, as she seems to have a habit of collecting admirers. Thankfully my Erudite Intellect insures that matters of the heart (or baser instincts) will not overrule judgement... Like they seem to have for poor Taygar... I have not heard from or of him in months... Perhaps dead or just retired, I suppose I shall never know for sure...

But this marks an end, at least temporarily, to my simple soul-searching... Being in the company of Ankhara means one thing - endless battles, threats to life and limb, and continual cardiovascular exercise. I had almost forgotten! It is dangerous, even reckless, but equally rewarding and enriching. The Path to Power is not an easy road, but I feel I am back on the right track.

Many of the starspun companions have converged here and we have laid siege to the Goblins of Fire Peak. Extremely dangerous hive filled with Goblins, traps, and flowing lava. It is good to be back in the thick of action.

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Letter to the High Council of Erudin

To: The High Council of Erudin
From: Eliezer, Journeyman of the 3rd Circle
Location: Paineel

Re: Clan Kolbok threat

This message is inscribed in the secret sigils and hidden inks of the Order of the Crimson Hands, the courier is a trusted Bard, as I have earned the respect of the League from fighting beside them against the Vampire Lord Mayong Mistmoore's forces.

I write to you concerning a grave threat to Erudin. Although it is beyond the scope of my assignment of surveilance over Ankhara Dirtyfoot, it is through such work and association with her starspun companions that this threat came to light, and was, at least for the moment, abated.

As you are no doubt aware, the Clan has became increasingly strong over the last few years, particularly with magical might, since they discovered the worship of this 'Rolfron Zek.' Before the pitiful shamanic arts of the Kobolds of Toxxulia paled compared to a 2nd Circle Apprentice - but now they have gained considerable ground on us, and they breed quickly, as all vermin are wont to do. I'm sure you have examined the Totems of Rolfron Zek I sent for study - the idols themselves are laden with power. The raw spiritual energy of Stonebrunt is amplified somehow by their religion...

But I digress, none of this is news to you. And fear not, for I have no intention of publishing any of this material without the sanction and imprimatur of the High Council... But onto this latest threat... Dragon Frogs.

One of the Elder members of the starspun alliance, a Halfling Druid named Saran quietly informed me of this threat. How he came to this knowledge I do not know, but he has an mysterious air about him, something I cannot quite put my finger on... But he told me the threat of the Dragon Frogs was returning to Odus. He said no more than that.

Well, of course, I had never heard of Dragon Frogs. No such beast exists. It is not in the Field Guides of Al'Kabor, nor in the great Book of Odus. Nothing in the public record of Odus to even hint at such a thing.

So I dug deeper.

As you are no doubt aware, I am the first born of Dieges and Fatima Wordbinder, well respected Librarians in their day, and though I chose the calling of the Order, I did learn a great deal about our Library. Including the Restricted Stacks.

An admirable job was done to expunge these records. Even I could only find a whiff of information. That when Erud made his great crossing, there were indeed Dragon Frogs that made lairs in the deep recesses of the swamps and coasts of the Island, and that for the safety of the Erudite people, these were all hunted to extinction. Even that was not all to be found in Erudin. There were mentions of certain texts and references to Miragul's involvement, once upon a time when he served the Order. So I infiltrated Paineel. Their Library is a pale shadow of the Erudin Library in all ways... Including security.

Armed with the knowledge of what these abominations were, my next step was to scour the Warrens for clues. Under cloak of Invisibility, I entered the Warrens. I found the Mercenaries had dwindled in number considerably, but there were still a few to be had. I found a young Wood Elf who had picked up a bit of the Kobold grunts, and with his assistence interrogated Pack Elder I had managed to capture.

His knowledge was limited, apparently the Clan Kolbok keeps most of its secrets in the hands of the Greater Shamans and 'Royal' lineage. But he did give me one important clue - A number of Kobolds have fallen ill recently to some disease and were segregated in a deep cave. The High Shaman of the Clan did not seem worried by this. After dispatching the beast, I dismissed my Mercenary and headed for the Diseased Cave, shielding myself with magical wards against Poison and Disease. Deep within the cave in a spawning pool was a foul and loathsome thing... A tadpole with the girth of more than ten men! Somehow the Clan have secured a clutch of Dragon Frog Eggs and are attempting to breed them!

I quickly contacted Ankhara and other allies, and we assaulted the Clan's breeding facilities. Half Elves, Wood Elves, Halflings, Humans - these are the ones who answered the call. The Muglwump, as the beasts call it, was a ferocious combatant even in infancy! It nearly slew me, laying into me with its powerful jaws and sorcerous skills. Yes, even at this early stage of development the thing had a cunning and palpable aura of evil. It commanded the powers of poison and disease, a venomous evil. Though we were sorely wounded, we did manage to slay the thing and extricate ourselves from the caves. But I have no doubts that the Clan posesses more of these eggs, and is even now breeding another Muglwump.

Should these be allowed to grow to adulthood, they might well afford the Clan enough strength to mount an assault upon our very gates!

As much as I would like to lead the charge to drive the Kobolds from our mist, alas I cannot. My hands are tied. You have seen fit to give me another task, one that now takes me to the far flung Outpost of Firiona Vie on the lost continent of Kunark. So I must trust you, elders and statesmen, who hoard knowledge to yourselves so that you may act on behalf of the people, to meet these challenges.

Every day I hear more disturbing rumors. Rumors of a Penal Colony of Kerrans on Luclin. Rumors that someone is about to unlock the portals that separate this world from it. Erudin needs no new threats and no new enemies while increasingly growing isolationist.

But I know that you shall not disappoint me. That my doubts and fears are merely the result of lack of adequate knowledge of events that you are already well aware and in firm control of.

I shall return to Erudin soon, perhaps I will be permitted to make a presentation at that time.

Eliezer
Journeyman of the 3rd Circle
First born of Dieges and Fatima Wordbinder

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Erudin
Threatening weather

I continue these notes in the secret scripts and hidden inks of the Order and wonder what is it all for? So much death in recent days has taken its toll upon me.

Verion, my young cousin, always full of life and pride, has seemingly fallen victim to some attack of the Heretics while abroad. His remains have been sanctified and laid to rest here in the High City, so at least he will find the Peace he so longed for in life.

I must wonder if my sister is next... Threats against her by the Heretics have never been masked. I have not heard hide nor hair of my fallen cousins Lemeth and Antoin in some time... Have they met a bad end? Or are they even now embroiled in this evil?

And poor Ankhara... No closer to finding her Father or the secrets that disappeared with him, has now lost her remaining family to the vile Heretics. This reeks of conspiracy! Tommorrow I will address the High Council, action must be taken. My Familiar has been strangely silent about my choices in this matter... It was almost as if he had a sad look on his countenance before he last departed, returning I suppose to the Plane of Sun... Curious...

I cannot face Ankhara again without answers. Even now she stalks the Stonebrunt Mountians, slaying the Heretic Scouts there, caught in the madness of Vengeance.

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Erudin
Storms

I rest here one last night in the Vasty Deep Inn after a long and almost surreal day. So many questions... I have doubled the sorcerous protections on my notes, I do not know if they should be revealed to the Council at all... The High Council is an august, regal body... I know it has the best intentions of the Erudite people at heart... But like a vast sea, it is filled with undercurrents, and treacherous straits... I do not know whom to trust.

I was finally, after all this time, once again granted an appearence before the High Council... Though not the Full Assembly... Instead I was led down a dark corridor to private chambers, where I was allowed to testify before the Select Subcommittee on Heretic Intelligence. I was leery, as this was obviously a most partisan committee - of the twelve Councilmen, eight were Deepwater Knights, two CraftKeepers, one Crimson Hand, and one Peacekeeper. The Peacekeeper was very old, nearing the end of his tenure I suppose, and naught but a token representative. I do not believe he spoke nary a word, that he was even able to remain awake at his age was surprising. At least two of the Deepwater Knights I recognized as members of the Unification movement, an ultraconservative underground movement that seeks reunion with the Heretics and a continuance of our Manifest Destiny.

They listened politely and intently enough to my reports of activity, my observations of Ankhara and the starspun companions, of the recent Heretic Attacks, and of my theories - of Ankhara's Father acting as a Guide for Erudite parties to Stonebrunt, of Heretic plots... But how much they believed or cares? Who is to say. Their questions to me seemed more concerned with the detail of who knew what was going on rather than what was going on.

Again after a lengthy wait while they debated in secret, I was readmitted to the Chamber, and they decreed that the matter did indeed require further investigation. They apparently have spies already in place in Paineel, and I am to travel there, in secret, and meet their man in the back room of the Jewelry shop. It would seem the much maligned Jeweler of Paineel is a double-agent of sorts.

I have placed my affairs in order in Erudin, and left a false trail to indicate that I will be studying in the Nexus Libraries of Luclin for the next month, to throw off any suspicion that I might be in Paineel, and have gathered up a small travel kit and Apprentice Robes to disguise myself... Perhaps more precaution is needed? I will have to think on it.

I have been unable to contact my Familiar this night. Perhaps a side effect of the storms? Or another Omen?

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The Hole
Indeterminate Weather

To whomever reads these hastily scribbled notes, please forgive my lack of proper precaution and failure to employ the secret sigils and hidden inks of the Order, as I find myself of limited resources, left only with the three sheets of parchment, squid ink, quill, beeswax candle, and Bloodstone I was able to sew into the lining of my Apprentice Robes...

But perhaps I should start at the beginning, while my light and paper lasts...

After leaving Erudin, I traveled a roundabout overland route through Toxxulia. I briefly stopped by the docks and lay in wait, posing as a simple fisherman until an unsuspecting Heretic approached. Surprising him with mystic Bonds of Force, he was quickly dispatched by a Thunderbolt, easily hidden amongst the stormy weather of late. Securing his identity papers, I headed to Paineel and made entry. All seemed peaceful enough.

At the appointed hour I made my way to the Jeweler's shop, made the appropriate sign and countersign with the Clerk, and was allowed into the rear viewing room to see some selected pieces of jewelry.

The fact I had to wait an hour for my contact should have been the first sign of warning, and I had ample opportunity to escape into the Aether, but alas, hindsight is perfect. Instead, I was surprised by the sound of rattling bones and the unmistakable cackling of infernal laughter as a veritable horde of skeletal automatons formed around me, pinning me down. Before I could form a spell to throw them off of me, the door opened and in strode a smiling dark cloaked figure.

After seeing that I was suitably restrained, he removed his cloak and I was shocked to see that he wore the Armor of the Deepwater Knights, and the seal of the Order of the Kraken, one of the most ultraconservative factions of the followers of Prexus. Grinning at my obvious surprise, he nodded to an unseen accomplice, and a crimson robed Wizard of the Order materialized before my dumbstruck eyes. He too, wore a badge of the Order of the Kraken.

I was so dumbfounded I must admit that I do not recall the full content of our brief conversation, but ultimately, they gave me the usual prattle about how they were sorry, but I had become a threat to the security of Odus, and a risk to them in particular, and that my 'sacrifice' really was for the best. The Wizard made enchantments of Annulment to remove any protections I had, and then made the ultimate violation...

I was subjected to the Ritual of Expulsion - stripped of Rank, Magic, and Power... He took my Staff of the Wheel and shattered it, casting me out of the Order. Left without defense, I was taken to the edge of the Hole, I asked for and received a moment to pray, and then all was black...

I suppose they think I am dead... Their skeletal automations certainly laid into me with tooth and claw before I was cast into the abyss... and the fall alone would kill anyone without some sort of mystic defenses... But what the had counted on that my moment of 'prayer' was actually a hastily woven spell of protection, thanks to the Bloodstone I had secreted in my Robes.

So here I sit, alone, in the dark. I doubt that I will ever escape this pit of evil, remnant of the destructive war between brothers... I do not know if even the desire to try is left in me... My Magical might is spent, stolen from me... I still have all my knowledge, but no more power than an Apprentice... Even the Burning Prince has seemingly abandoned me... but no matter. I endure. Perhaps someday I shall return, but for now... I am just too tired... So for now, here is where I shall remain.

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Halas
Sun and Wind

After my harrowing trek, I have spent three days at full bedrest, and finally feel almost back at full strength. I owe no small part of that to the hearty soups and stews the lady of the boarding house has prepared, and even moreso for her discretion.

Halas seemed the perfect hideout to lay low - well known to me, and far from the prying eyes of the Tower and Order of the Kraken. I could not risk any city near a Wizard's Guild... Word of my presence may have inadvertantly found its way back to Erudin. But now that I am feeling better, perhaps a time to reflect and plan anew is at hand.

Exactly how long I lay in the accursed Hole, I cannot say for sure. Only that thin moonbeam reached the plateau envisioned as my grave, and even that was sporadic with the fickle weather. Luckily water was plentiful, but the cave moss, lichens, and grubs that lived in the cracks and face of the stone were barely enough to sustain me, let alone keep me at full faculty. It is a monument to the sheer determination and focus of the Erudite intellect, that I was able to escape the trap...

The Wizard was careless - his Revocation left me weakened, but my knowledge was intact... Including my knowledge of History... The Seals used to close off the Underfoot from Norrath are fashioned of the same mystical element as the Great Spires. Avoiding the denizens of the lower halls, I was able to retrieve a splinter of the substance. Using it as a focus, harnessing the moonbeam of Luclin and my own Blood, I managed to devise a formula to draw me out. Even successful though, the experience was one of Pain on an order of magnitude I shall not soon forget... if ever.

I must have been quite the sight! A bloodied, disheveled, beggar of an Erudite... So weak with malnutrition and infection so as to be as delirious as a drunkard! Somehow I made it to the Toxxulia Forest... But I was still so weak I could not possibly escape into the Winds of Aether. It was fate that provided the means of my escape - for I dare not return to Erudin and have the Order of the Kraken finish me off.

I laid low in the woods a day, and ultimately, fate provided my means. The young Erudite students were out clearing the Forest of vermin, when I spied a young student who ventured a bit far from the Gates. Perhaps he showed promise... Perhaps he was a good man... No matter. He wore the badge of the Order, and no matter how young or idealistic he might have been, that made him my enemy. Though I barely had the strength to keep moving, let alone use Magics, the poor bastard succumbed just as easily to the smashing blows of rock I crushed his skull with all the same...

Replenishing myself with his rations, and using his Robes and Identity papers, I made my way back into the High City under his name, and booked passage to Qeynos. I scarcely breathed while in my home - now a place of fear and suspicion more than warmth and safety... Finally once out at sea I was able to sleep and relax.

Luckily the weather was mild, and I was able to make safe haven at Halas without much difficulty. Through meditation and mystic formulae I have overcome the Bonds of Revocation and can taste the Winds of Aether. I must track down Ankhara and learn what has transpired in my absence.

Then I will deal with the Kraken.

[Noa]

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Temple of Solusek Ro
Indeterminate Weather

Rest in Halas has restored the strength of my body and mind, but I still feel a deep pain within my soul.

The face of the poor Deepwater Knight who was felled by my hand haunts my dreams. Necessity drove me to it, but his only crime was to wear the emblem of those traitors who are so deeply hidden within Erudin, who knows if they can ever be truly rooted out?

I visited with my sister Komaru, in Kelethin, and that was a happy occasion indeed. I am relieved that our enemies did not take my 'demise' as license to destroy her as well. Although I am a bit disturbed by her tendency to wear illusory guises over much... and with bared head! But she is young and kind of heart. I can see why Quellious called to her. A credit to our family and race if ever there was one.

I have come to this sanctuary to hopefully commune with the Burning Prince and be once again placed on the path of the Favored... I have not been able to contact my familiar since that dark night on Odus...

I have been in contact with Ankhara and other allies, and have recovered or replaced most of the possessions that were stolen from me by the Heretics. I have all of the faculties to act, and just need a direction, a purpose to put them toward.

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The Nexus
Indeterminate weather

It has been too long since I updated my notes, much has changed yet much remains the same...

It is with a mixture of relief and disappointment that I finally place behind me the task set before me by the High Council. I am relieved, in that the task was unwanted, fruitless, and ultimately unnecessary. There was no conspiracy, no secrets to be revealed, no gain for Erudin... Except perhaps to cover their own duplicity and culpability in the unfortunate events that transpired.

I do not think Ankhara ever recovered from the devastating loss of her family at the hands of the Heretics, and the uncertainty of the fate of her father... I still feel guilty that I was not able to reveal to her the extent of my knowledge of the affair, but as I did not have enough knowledge to actually resolve the connundrum for her, I did not feel entitled to violate the trust or order of the High Council.

The last I saw her, she had retired to her home in the deep woods of the Lesser Faydark, I believe she said she would return only after she had tamed Equestrielle for a steed... I have returned to the forests on occassion, but have never encountered her again. Yet her legacy lives on, in the tales I hear from the few settlements there of the barefoot Ranger of the deep woods, driving off the Orcs from the villages, exchanging ambushes with the Brownie Scouts, and endlessly tracking the elusive and dangerous Equestrielle... They say on the nights of the New Moon you can once again hear the chants and rites of the Old Ones at the ancient Standing Stones near the decrepit vaults of Mistmoore - a last bastion of the old magicks of the Woods. Perhaps one day, far from now, we will meet again... The starspun companions are no more, yet comrades old and new still gather under various banners. Faces and causes change and shift with time and distance, but there is still work to be done. I think I shall return to Rivervale, on foot. A sojourn will do me good to clear my head. 

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((A slight departure from my Journals, this is a narrative))

It was late in the afternoon on a crisp autumn day, and a chill was in the air as the shadows grew steadily longer in the vale as the sun moved inexorably westward. By now, most of the young Halflings of the Vale had already retreated from this end of the Thicket - dangeous at the best of times, the cover of night brought out even more of the deadly Pickclaw scouts and the Guards at the Wall were less likely to venture out at a distress call in the night...

Yes, much better to be safe secure behind a stout farmhouse door, or better yet, in the Weary Foot shrugging off the chill with an ale or warm spiced cider, but the lone figure slowly moving up the dirt path towards the mouth of the Liberated Citadel of Runnyeye has come for a purpose, and the threat of Goblins or cold of night will not deter him.

The Goblins watch the figure warily, from a distance. They will not approach him, at least not while the sun still shines, however faintly, and the charred corpses of two of the bolder of their number still smolder near a rocky outcropping - the last two with the temerity to challenge this Robed stranger. Tall and dark skinned, not at all like the Halfers they have battled for years.

Eliezer of Erudin frowned slightly as he gazed up at the darkening sky, silently calculating the remaining light. Timing was critical in this, and there was no margin for error. He picked up the pace slightly as he crunched through the new forming frost towards the small stone circle he had cleared near the mouth of Runnyeye. Dropping the bundle of sticks he had gathered, he dropped to one knee and began to arrange them in the hastily assembled firepit, anointing each twig with a cloyingly fragrant oil, and sprinkling a fine white powder around the edge of the circle as the preparatory chants silently rolled from his lips.

Bowing his head slightly, he reached out with his inner mind to gauge the gathering mana at the sight. The Thicket was strong with the haphazard and cluttered magicks of the Druids, but it could be harnessed by those with the proper training, and channeled for more constructive experiments, like this one. He could also feel the consciousness and hatred emanating from the nearby Goblins. He took quick stock of their numbers and disposition, then quickly dismissed them. Their presence would not affect the outcome of the spell, and by the time they had gathered sufficient forces from the bowels of the Citadel to challenge him, his work would be done.

As he opened his eyes, Eliezer could see the shadows from the high walls of the Vale had inched up to the edge of the stone circle. It was time. He needed to catch the last light of the day to channel the spell. Rising quickly, brushing an errant twig from the hem of his robes as he did so he licked his finger and held it out over the circle to test the wind. It was the biggest variable to account for... A sudden gust and all could be ruined... But for the moment at least luck seemed with him, it was calm.

Planting the Staff of the Wheel into the ground at the base of the Circle with a firm thrust, Eliezer quickly chanted the incantation of the Harvest, and was rewarded and the strong blue forces - raw mana - were ripped from the ambient environment - rocks, trees, even the air itself, charged by the Druidic Lay lines, was pulled free and channeled, leaving a BOOM like Thunder in its wake. Calling upon the Fires of the Burning Prince the firepit suddenly burst into flame, licking outward in a conflagration, and just as quickly dying to a low smolder - hot coals producing a thick cloud of smoke that rose to obscure the mouth of Runnyeye. Eliezer chanted faster and louder now, his thin, delicate fingers tracing elaborate patterns in the air in precise, practiced motions.

As if on cue, the last rays of daylight hit the glowing crystal atop the Staff of the Wheel, and was focused into the cloud of smoke. Shifting his sight through the Aether, Eliezer peered through the cloud into the mouth of Runnyeye.... Except that he saw not Today, but rather... into the past.

They gathered there, almost as he remembered... Its intriguing how the mind plays with memory and perception... The curious band of starspun companions. A day that seemed ripe with possibility. They moved freely, occasionally stopping to fell a Goblin who took offense at their presence. Ten strangers, most not familiar with all the languages being chittered and chattered about.

With a wry grin he could see himself, a young Apprentice in his threadbare Robes, kneeling on the stone floor attempting to meditate while Elves and Halflings bantered about in their incomprehensible speech... and he had thought Human was bad!

Of course, the attention of most was on Ankhara - or Ankles as she seemed to insist on calling herself. Ankhara was the Idealist. It was her vision that called this diverse group to battle... But sadly her losses in the coming months would be too much for her to bear.

Eliezer's eyes narrowed slightly as the imposing and buxom form of Terika appeared through the smoke. Terika was in league with the Heretics of Paineel... or so he thought. But the truth could never be known as her story was the first to end... Eliezer's mind was momentarily brought back to the day he saw her body lying lifeless in the Estate of Unrest, a victim of the soulless Undead. She might still reside there, tormented for eternity... His distraction caused the image before him to shimmer and fade, but he snapped out of his reverie and he returned his concentration to the spell, and the image sharpened.

Through the smoke he smiled as he made out the three Halflings sitting together near the mouth of the cave. Although only two of the three are alive today it seems. Tuppen, the innocent, Mungo, the Rogue, and stout hearted Mixxi, the aspiring Guard. Eliezer was sure all three felt their future was in the Vale at the time... How quickly that would change as they were turned out and exposed to the trials of Norrath. But other lost comrades beckoned as the smoke rose, and whipped, and thinned in the wind.

Paul and Jenna Mayfair, the young couple. Naive idealists, but at least they spoke a language he could understand. But the adventuring life and turmoil was not cut out for them. Last he heard they returned to the Karanas after the cleaning of the Bloodsabres corruption, and were raising a familiy on a Farm. He hoped they were happy.

Ovor, the stout Dwarf was next. A Miner by trade, Eliezer thought that something may have prompted his leaving Kaladim, a brush with the law perhaps? But whatever his past may have been, Ovor gave an honorable accounting of himself, ultimately settling in the Highpass, working with the Volunteer Regiment, and living life as a happy bachelor out of the Tiger's Roar Inn... But it had been awhile since they had spoken... Was he still there? Had he reconciled his past and returned home? Or had the treacherous Shralok Orcs or Mucktail Gnolls finished him? Life was hard in the Highpass, and death was not an uncommon end.

Finally, Eliezer could make out the familiar one-eyed face of Arion, War-Wizard of Qeynos. A good man, but a troubled one. Once a Paladin in training, an unortunate accident and loss of his eye ended his career before it began... But determined to serve Antonious Bayle and his beloved City, he joined the Magical College to study as a War Wizard. But alas, though his heart was in it, he did not have the necessary aptitude to advance further than the Apprentice ranks, despite taking advanced tutoring in the Library Mechanamagica in Ak'Anon. He returned sadly to Qeynos to hang up both his sword and robes, and work in his family's shops. Eliezer hoped he had found peace with himself, and joy in his path through life.

Eliezer stopped to gaze one moment more, at that fateful day that seemed a lifetime ago, and then a stiff cold wind dispersed the remaining smoke, leaving only the present and lifeless cave entrance.

By the time the Pickclaw Commander reached the scene, there was naught left but a scorched circle of earth, and a light fragrance in the air...

Eliezer stood in the cold night at the edge of the Kithicor Woods. The Dead were restless as Innoruuk's Will descended on the once peaceful forest. His Wards would help insure the safety of the Vale for this night at least, as he reflected on the past, and pondered his future.

When dawn finally came, the weary Wizard set off through the woods, with renewed purpose and determination. The prelude had been written, now the anticipation of an epic saga was at hand.