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Richfest, 591 CY These past few days have surpassed all of my expectations. It seems as if the group that had traveled to Blasingdell has not met its end prematurely. As I had expected, most of the members were slain. This is to be expected with the solemnity of the task before us. I never...

Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil - Prelude 2 (or “We are all mortal. It is more a question of how, rather then when.”) "Orcs two of them." -twang- -twang- [Scream of pain] [gurgle] "MOVE!" Aramek: "Son of a goat! Were sittin duks out ere. Son of a bluddie goat! Aargh!"...

Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil - Prelude (or “My name is Stider.”) Yours is a free spirit. Soar like the eagle. Run like the cheetah. Pounce like the tiger. I release you from your bonds of blood. You shall be known as Oathbreaker...Be free Oathbreaker…...

October 14th, 747: “Fiat Veritas pereat vita (Let there be truth and may life perish).”-Friedrich Nietzsche The party awoke wearily the next morning at first light. No one had slept well; even Shinlaiden, who had pulled the final leg of guard duty, seemed bleary-eyed when he roused everyone...

October 10th, 747- “Who makes frequent inquiries about the road does not go astray.” As Monsette walked into the Inn’s rather shabby lounge, he noticed that some color had returned to Vanyel’s face. Perhaps the cloak of blankets encasing Vanyel’s frail body had somehow managed to warm him up...

October 9th, 747- "Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways" (Stephen Vincent Benet). Monsette was running. Someone was chasing him or he was desperately seeking someone. It was all very confusing, but the sense of...

October 8th, 747- “When the scabbards are broken, we can no longer hide our swords.” Getting up off of the floor, Monsette lit his pipe to try and erase the smell of death from the room. While he inhaled the rich taste of the tobacco, Vanyel was busy wedging a piece of charcoal underneath the...

October 7th, 747- "Bars do not a prison make." Whatever happiness the frail man was holding onto, evaporated under the truth of Monsette’s harsh observations. After some discussion, both groups began to glean information from one another. The frail man and his burly companion were apparently...

October 7th, 747- "The only thing we must fear, is fear itself" The foyer of the enormous mansion contained a large ballroom and a winding staircase that led to an upper level balcony, which overlooked the dance floor. Hallways led off to the right, undoubtedly to more rooms. The staircase had...

Meshtar, Jiqui (Lower Realms of Nymbardax): 8th of Blue, 987 ASG Xenos Taraque hated the fact that he had been replaced, but what bothered him the most was that he was forced to take “suggestions” from a greenhorn like Dezerai. He was certain that the aging investigator was taking great...

Meshtar, Jiqui (Lower Realms of Nymbardax): 7th of Blue, 987 ASG “This is outrageous!” Baclian Aeureas glanced over at the fuming Xenos Taraque from over his steepled hands. Baclian was an old man and people his age were prone to senility at around this time of their lives; however, The High...

Richfest, 591 CY I write this journal for I know that the end is near. Under normal circumstances I would dismiss such apocalyptic visions, but the evidence is too convincing this time. I only hope that this journal is kept safe from the ravages of the Armageddon as it tears through the...