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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Helspar" data-source="post: 1588375" data-attributes="member: 4849">The Journeys of Helspar, Entry ThirteenMuch has passed since I last put quill to parchment; Very little of it of good tidings. And I know not of the fortunes it will bring. Our world has been turned on its side in recent catastrophic events. Of our return to Korbach there is of little note. It is indeed of small consequence to the events I will attempt to describe here. I fear my limited descriptive skills will be insufficient to bring gravity to our plight; so I will ask for the reader’s forgiveness beforehand.    It would seem that after our return there was little thanks for my companions’s deeds. Though to the eyes of the villagers our heroism would seem somewhat less than deserved. Tact in these matters is something that my comrades should learn, with perhaps a touch less arrogance and scorn. Fortunately my counsel usually heads off ugly situations and needless bloodshed. We were to be put on trial for our apparent crimes against the people of the village, but the trial was not to be resolved. Higher powers had something drastic in store for us this day.    Great magics ripped time and space apart before our very eyes. What they brought was the stuff of nightmares! A witch of powerful evil and three demonic warriors of fearsome battle prowess. A fifth was a strange man of the Brothers of Boccob; who, as it seems, the previous four were in pursuit of. Stranger and stranger, he appears to have known Valeric! If good or evil he sides with is questionable, but there was no time for questions. Battle was soon joined in the confines of the master’s hall. The slaughter that ensued defies description. I attempted to bring my spells against them but to no avail, their resistance to it was formidable! The valour of Master Gorant’s men was also in vain, they fell like wheat before the reaper’s scythe. Even the attempts of my colleagues were to naught. Flight seemed our only hope. The Gods dealt us a foul hand that day as our efforts were blocked by an unexpected full-scale attack of the lizard-folk! An ill omen indeed! Were these creatures in league with the fiends? I led my companions to safety outside of the hall only to discover some were missing in the chaos I had wove to aid our escape. The fiends were soon on to us and we retreated to the river with heated pursuit. Roland and I quickly tended to a badly wounded Wicker in a quick moment of peace. It does not seem like we will be able to thank the apothecary for it as most of the village was in flames. Only Fharlanghn can count the numbers who tread the road of the dead this day.    Since I am writing this you assume we escaped that day; Indeed all my companions evaded death’s shadow another day. The list of questions seems to grow longer each day, while the one of answers is always far too short. Who is this old Jolem who knows Valeric? Why do the others chase him? And where is he now? I guess I am thankful that I can still add to the list.</blockquote>

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