Second Moon – Waning Gibbous Alas, it's my first journey to the underworld. I can't say I'm pleased about the turn of events that have lead to my expeditions to these lands. I decided to use an old journal a slave gave to me to keep a record of events should anything go wrong, after all, it's just common knowledge to keep a journal on adventures. My pseudo name is Mischief, perhaps I was given this name for how I have a tendency to leave chaos in every footprint of mine. This name was given to me so many revolutions of the great sphere in the sky ago. It's hard to recall now.

But, I regress. I'm on a slave carrier to the underworld, it was my only means of transportation to these lands that was even REMOTELY safe. Despite the risk of hitchhiking, I expect that the rewards will be all the sweeter. The conditions in this carrier are pitiful, and the condition of the wood is neigh to good either. I do hope there are some more prosperous folk in these lands. Thinking back again, it was one of my sources who informed me to come here in the first place. Please let him be telling the truth.

The carriage is coming to a stop, I'll write more when I get the chance.

*.Mischief.*

Midsummer, Flamerule : Year 151 : 1373 DR

I've been in Sanctuary for three darks now. It's hard to tell with no light of the sun. It's apparent that my sources have betrayed me, those bloody liars. This is irritating on a multitude of colorful levels. However, I have adapted to this subterrain atmosphere and life, it seems apparent that it's very difficult to escape.. I was lucky I was not enslaved.

One of the factions I've been interested in is the Spellguard. They're all a bunch of bloody morons, lacking spines and anything called a brain. They hold the key to my research on the Automatons though, it's crucial I obtain the info I require, I'll do my best to make them concave.

I've met a lot of people in sanctuary, this seems like a little economic, self contained enviroment. No doubt when disaster strikes, these people will panic and widdle themselves. But, that's how it rolls.

-Mischief