Entry 1

I have not seen the beast in days, not since the chosen took lower. I fled through the canal gate, and followed some adventurers up to the town above..it is amazeing. No gangs. No monsters, no beasts! Safety and security abound! There is even real commerce here, and Politics! I am sure, if he does resurface, I can have the local law enforcement deal with him. Perhaps I can make enough coin to buy something other then rags, if the beast needed my services, I can only gather they will be sought out en masse up here. I thought the chosen would be my end, but it appears they are by salvation. I may yet live to see the sun! Praise be to Ogahma!!

ENTRY 2

FOR MY FIRST BENEFACTOR

The Radiant Vera Lynn!!

The heavens weep for their loss For verily, an Angel has gone missing Amber waves of silk crown The porcelain features of radiant brilliance That is the face of our Very Lynn

But not a beauty in form alone, This Angel of mercy has a heart of gold Compassion, it fills her And courage, her watchword

Eyes lit by the blaze of pure intellect Matched by an ageless wisdom O how the Gods must have wept When the heavens lost their precious Vera Lynn.

-Jonathan Atma, Scribe at large

ENTRY 3 FOR MASTER PETROS, FAITHFULL OF DUMATHOIN

Keeper of Secrets Under the Mountain

Mighty Dumathoin, he that is as a Brilliant Gem Set in Mount of Stone He that Watches the Deep Silent Secrets, keeping them safe Through him, the faithful shall know

It is in the Crafting, not the Owning It is in the Finding, not the Coveting It is in the Journey, not the Destination These are the Thoughts of the Divine Master Dumathoin Keeper of Secrets Under the Mountain

From the Hallowed Halls of Dwarfhome He keeps his Faithful Safe Through the endurance of rock And Knowledge of that not Spoken Praise Him, Sing his Name in the Hallowed Halls! Dumathoin… Dumathoin… Dumathoin!!!!

-Johnathan Atma, Scribe at large

ENTRY 4 FOR EBON GREYHAWK - AN ADVERTISEMENT

Now available exclusively through the House Greyhawk Mercantile Association, items heavily enchanted to aid the adventurer in his or her quest for glory and riches. Keep you eyes peeled, Sanctuarians, for more exclusive wares presented by House Greyhawk!

Nature's Gift, a helm enchanted with a savages magic ((Brief description follows detailing the item: Ultra Vision Once a day, see invisible 10 charges, +2 spot and search, only useable by ranger, druid, barbarian.))

Zurkwood shortbow. A shortbow made from Zurkwood ((+2 Mighty))

Lesser life Reaper: A scythe made to hew down the life of your foes. ((+1 ac against player races, 1d4 mass crit, +2 versus negative energy, +1 intimidate))

Double Axe of Doom. ((Doom on hit, 10% 4 rounds DC 14)) Double axe enchanted with runes of Doom.

See Sir Greyhawk in person to arrange a purchase.

(The above advertisement is created by) -Johnathan Atma, Scribe at large

ENTRY 5 As I first thought, this Sancturary was in such need of a steady had and clear voice. Quite a busy few days.

Politics abound..

FLYER 1

The House Greyhawk Mercantile Association proudly endorsee’s the candidacy of Ambassador Ignatiev. With his already diplomatic skills proven in several capacities, most currently in relating to the Great Shadow Death, Sir Greyhawk and company see no other candidate with the MEANS to actually do anything they propose.

Who has held the Chosen invasion at bay? Ambassador Ignatiev and his troops.

Who has the ability to call down doom in the form of The Great Shadow Death, to rid us of these Vermin? Ambassador Ignatiev.

Who has relationships with outside sources of trade and commerce, to help rebuild Sanctuary to a thriving community once again.? Ambassador Ignaitiev.

The choice is clear, there is no other. Vote for the Ambassador Pytor Ignaitiev!!!!

-This message is endorsed by the Greyhawk Mercantile Asscociaton and Sir Ebon Greyhawk.

(Advertisement produced by: -Johnathan Atma, Scribe at Large..

FLYER 2- THE PEN INDEED MIGHTIER THEN THE SWORD

VOTE SILLINE WIKINA FOR COUNCIL!!!

This is all based on her debate speech!!! No opinions here..her words are in the quotes!!

If you desire death, the destruction of anything you hold dear, and any semblance of safety, please elect this prattling buffoon! Her only response to the question of the Chosen threat is that “they only raided Upper once!” Perhaps, because she, personally, did not die, it did not count. She is a pompous, arrogant, raciest, uninformed, and all around apathetic to the extreme, and entirely pathetic in her care for you Sanctuary. She cares nothing for you economic woes, her only solution to your economic distress “get a job!” this is her advice. The fact hordes of bloodthirsty creatures are at your doorstep, and have slaughtered countless of your friends and family, “they got what they deserve”. She has no policies. Whatever you saw on flyers previous to this, were stolen ideas. Her empty head could not possibly contain the simplest of social policy initiatives. I beg you, not only do not vote for this egocentric, ignorant, xenophobe, but perhaps have the Spellguard check her for Thralldom. No one could possibly be this dumb..Except perhaps Grom…another fine candidate you should shun, but that should be painfully obvious…

~The nose that Knows

A REGULAR ADVERTISEING CUSTOMER

THE HOUSE GREYHAWK MERCANTILE ASSOCIATION WANTS YOU!!!!

The H. G. M. A. is now considering applicants of all stripes and professions! Trackers, locksmiths, men at arms, the magically inclined whether arcane or divine! Bodyguards, inventory acquisition specialists! Trap srpingers and scouts! Archers, balladeers, and runners..

No talent to great or to small. Tired of wondering where your next meal will come from? Wonder no more! Join the HGMA today and bask in the security and comfort off the quickest expanding trade association in Sanctuary!!

See Sir Ebon Greyhawk at the Last Stand, or find him after any of his well known sales, to discuss terms, conditions and duties!!

Don’t wait for the future to find you, step up, grab it and introduce yourself!!!

JOIN THE HGMA!!!

(The above advertisement has been created by –Johnathan Atma, Scribe at Large)

And the mundane, but necessary -a Note of Credit for Lucas Donrick -a Will for Calegaro -an IOU for Oneshoe to Sir Ebon -an IOU for 300 coins for Zanethias to Sir Ebon

Sir Ebon is recruiting me to join his Association on a full time basis. As soon as the details have been agreed upon, I think it will be a grand start to a legendary Scribic Tradition!! Tonight, we travel to the Realm of the Shadow Dragon to witness the contests! I am sure I will find an Epic waiting to be told.

ENTRY SIX A MINOR EPIC FOR CALEGARO

CALEGARO AND THE MANTICORE

The mighty Calegaro, the embodiment of Honor His task set before him, the fearsome Manticore Without hesitation, our hero charged the beast!

The fearsome Manticore roared a deafening thunder, Claws raked the arena floor! Its wings spread out, its deadly tail raised up, A stream of death it unleashed!!

The noble Calegaro stood fast. Spikes of pain, rending flesh, their mark met!! Armor pierced, the body torn! And the mighty Calegaro stood tall!

The beast circled, Fangs bared and gnashing The enraged Manticore lashed out, Seeking our heroes head!!!

Maw found air, and steel found maw! Calegaro brought his axe to bear! Flesh was sundered, the beast was cut!!

Claws struck out, spikes did fly!! And the mighty Calegaro fought on. Swipe after swipe, spike after spike Blood soaked the arena floor!

But our noble champion would not fall! His deadly axe reigned down! Blow after blow after blow!

The Manticore made a bull’s rush, an attempt to end Calegaro!! But death found not our mighty hero! Calegaro saw his chance, and cleaved a single blow!!! The lion head flew from its neck!! The beast crashed too the floor!

His body rent, his life’s blood spent Calegaro raised mailed fist, In it was held aloft, for all to see The head of the Manticore!

The Great Shadow stood, and with a nod, “To the Victor, the spoils” The treasure floated to our hero’s feet

Dark armor, enchanted. He dropped the beast, and claimed his prize Without a word, our hero turned

The cheers went up! The crowd it roared!!! Huzzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Next you see him, know that you have met The Champion of the Shadow’s Tourney!! The Mighty Calegaro!!!

-as witnessd by Jonathan Atma, Scribe at large

ENTRY SEVEN TRAPPED!!

Civil war rages above, and I now find myself imprisoned below, again. I should have known better then to follow two flighty elfs off on an adventutre. They left me in the barrenous waste without a thought, I am surprised Egon did not come back for me. Praise be to Oghma for that little gnome, an odd chap, but he took me to the 'Crone, even fought off some Chosen to get us safely there. So here I sit, oddly, surrounded by those I choose to support in the first place, with my quill, rather then my spear. Now it seems I am destined to take on a more active role, albeit it may be only as a Wand Maker. Perhaps Sir Ebon will send some orcish brutes to bring me back up..the question is...would I go?

-Jonathan Atma, Scribe and Wandmaker

Blood and dirt smear the page now, the hand shakes, and the words have lost some of there splendor..

EnTRy EigHT Am I DEAD??

I awoke to the screams..terrible screams. Most had fled into the tunnels. I quickly used Egon's wand, and did the same. When I came downstairs, there was blood. BLOOD EVERYWHERE!! Some of them were alive, even as they were devoured!! It shall burn in my minds eye, forever a stain on my Humanity.. I ran,ran, and ran. I found myself with a few others, all terrified in the old bazzar. We were all covered in gore and blood. How long has it been since the attack? Hours? Days? I drift now among the zombie like refugees, picking supplies off the chosen, the dragons pets kill them quite well. I shall make for the Necromancers Inn!! Yes, a safe place to rest, and being only a ghost myself, I shall fit right in.

-Shadow and dust, shadow and dust..

*no entry number is written*

((A rather detailed drawing of an Ordinant, being struck down by a looming Dread Knight, with undead claws rending him to peices as he falls is drawn. All around the figures, gleaming, beady red eyes, gnashing claws and gapeing fanged ratlike maws surround.))

-Ought but Shadows and Dust...