*A leather bound book can be found in Kor'us Corcael's locker at the Seeker Hall. Within that book, many of the entries contained have no date indicated. Many of the entries would seem random thoughts pertaining to experiences, trials, and tribulations.*

My Journey

I remember the day all too well. It was a hot and humid day. I stepped into a local pub for a glass of ale to sooth the pain in my head after a long day of tracking a suspected Drow merchant through the City of Splendors. As I approached the bar, an image of smiling and friendly moon elf came clear from an end table in the corner of the room. Selrail Harwyn, a trusted friend I have grown to admire and trust over the months, was already welcoming me over with a two fresh and frothy pints.

After a few drinks, our typical subject of Cormanthor came up. We both discussed how the sacred lands were destroyed and infested with the cursed Drow. During the alcohol induced conversation, I spoke eagerly of my interest in hunting down some of the Drow and inflicting as much destruction upon them, as they have done to us a thousand times over. The topic of this conversation, Selrail and I had a number of times. It usually ended with both of us making a drunken vow to the Elven Seldarine, to do what we could to assist with protecting all that in good in our lives. However, this time Selrail proposed a unique proposition. He relayed that he knew of a way in which I could use my years of guarding the woodlands against the interests of the Drow. Despite the affects of the alcohol, I remember the feelings of eagerness and determination. So consequently, I opted to follow Selrail to another building to discuss the matters in further details securely.

After walking for a few blocks, Selrail lead me into a tailor shop. This tailor shop was hardly anything worth taking notice about. The fabrics on display were too common or too over priced for most working class individuals. Yet, as I watched, Selrail lead me through a hidden door and into a busy office containing half a dozen individuals, who stopped suddenly and stared at me. As the door was secured behind me, I stood motionless for a moment to take note of now many individuals were in the rooms, as well as possible ways to defend myself if the situation grew violent. The silent stares were broken, after I was approached by a tall half elf who gave the name of Celas. Selrail relayed to Celas in his typical cheery voice, that I was the individual he as mention on previous occasions. I was then motioned in and greeted with hospitality.

It turned out that Selrail and his companions belonged to a bit of a vigilante group known as the Harpers. I have only heard very little about this group, but what I have heard indicated that they were notorious for covertly foiling and exposing plots of corruption and repression. Nonetheless…the mystery of why I was there came clear. Celas and Selrail explained over a hot cup of sobering tea that they have lost contact with a number of their sources, who were tasked to track and collect information on a small band of Drow within the Underdark. Moreover, they relayed that they needed a capable tracker who was familiar with their tactics to travel into the Underdark to determine where they are, as well as what lead to the break in communications. They indicated that they were able to open a portal to their last location, and requested that I consent to taking a bit of a look around for them. As I developed a bit of intelligence information, I was simply supposed to step back through the portal and report back.

After some long moments of contemplation, I decided that I trusted Selrail completely. Furthermore, I have vowed to do what I could to counter the threats posed by these dark kin to Elven interest. I gave a stern nod, packed what provisions I could, and stepped through the portal with my blades drawn.

*An entry that seems to have been written in a hurry is contained*

Sometimes I wonder if the elven seldarine smites me. After quitting my enjoyable position within the Civil Defense League, living as a squatter in the most austere and hostile conditions in lower, and working hard to penetrate the disgusting Tigereyes to obtain actionable intelligence information about their Drow associates, the fecking city goes into a complete revolt. Amazing…

The current situation is Sanctuary is dire. It seems that with the collapse of the Tigereye organization, numerous gangs now walk the streets of Lower. The elected council sits idly by with no thought as to how to rectify the security situation. Although initially there was a military and law enforcement response to the situation, there is now no action on part of any official Sanctuary organization to provide order and security to these people of lower. Furthermore, as defenseless citizens are slaughtered in lower, their resentment for the people of upper continues to become more profound.

As I walked the lower part of the city, I observed gangs conducting shake downs of poor citizens that happened to cross an unforeseeable turf line. Many citizens were robbed, beaten, or worse. As I walked by in the shadows, I thought hard about taking a long range scouting assignment for the Seekers simply to put as much distance between me and this destructive city. That was until I discovered Constable Medgar of the Civil Defense League down a dark alley in Lower. Despite being forced out of the House of Light by a large number of violent gang members, he took up post outside and continued to wait for orders from his superiors on what to do. While he waited, he provided protection to a small gathering of commoners around a fire. I approached him and offered him aid to leave, however he said he would not move until he receives orders. He relayed with a strong and determined voice that he had taken an oath to follow orders and it was not an oath he planned to break. His oath reminded me of my promises to Shevarash and the elven seldearine.

This human’s courage struck me as if it was fired from the Black Archer bow himself. I was in awe and filled with sudden hope for these people. Perhaps some of them were not doomed to a lightless cavern or a lifetime of whippings from slaver type races for their remaining days. With a jolt of motion, I sprang back to the Watch House and informed them that they had personnel still manning their posts in lower. Furthermore, I requested my reinstatement into the CDL in addition to my roles and responsibilities as a Seeker. Sgt’s Durris and Marshall seemed pleased to see me and acknowledged my request with the increased rank of Lance Constable. Now as constable Medgar’s new “superior”, I traveled back down there and I ordered him with withdrawal back to Upper until reconstitution of personnel were achieved to mitigate the threats posed by this situation. He acknowledged and signed into the Watch House a few hours later.

There is much to do to save these people…so little time and resources…

*signed* Kor’us Corcael

*An entry is placed within the journal*

It is a wonder in which the gods must contemplate often…how in the abyss does Sanctuary exist with these councilors in charge? During my duties as a Lance Constable of the Civil Defense League, I was sifting through CDL records and reports. I noticed that there was no follow up on a number of individuals who were taken captive during the most recent Drow threat. I inquired Sergeants Durris and Marshall of the Watch; who are usually the most effective sort, however they had no idea that the individuals were even taken. Consequently, they had no additional information. I then contacted the Council in hopes that they would have contacts abroad that could assist in locating these missing individuals. However, it would seem that they are too busy with ineffective debates pertaining on how to proceed with the lack of security environment in lower to be able to assist in the recovery of these brave and honorable individuals.

This angers me to no end…Missing citizens that are mostly likely dead or slaves at the moment, a blind Watch, raging violence in lower, and ineffective leadership at that council. I am at a complete loss of words as to describe this in sensible ways.

My next actions are to solicit assistance from my colleagues at the Seeker Hall with finding these individuals. I have found that the Seekers are the only tried and true beacon of goodness and hope for these people. I can only pray to Shevarash that they locate these missing individuals in time.

Kor’us Corcael

*An entry is scribbled in*

Today I was approached by Pvt. Moonfall of the Watch. She is an attractive lass, who is capable with a blade. It would seem that she is taken over responsibly of recruiting for the CDL. She is motivated; however she seems a bit young for the complexities for the job at hand. Time will tell.

I have inquired some of the seeker staff pertaining to the whereabouts of my missing Constable. It seems Seeker Oakhill is familiar with a location of Slaves within the nearby Drow city, however particular caution and planning needs to be conducted before attempting to locate them there. Not to mention springing them. I will continue to work it.

For the love of the seldarine...I hope Sanctuary decides what to do with this situation in lower soon. The bodies are piling up down there and Sanctuary remains significantly vulnerable while there is a division between Upper and Lower.

*Signed* Kor'us Corcael

*Another entry is made*

I have been spending a large amount of time exploring the Underdark in hopes of finding the two harper agents that went missing. These two missing agents was part of the reason I have came into the Underdark and the first place, however I have made little progress to date. I have crossed through many miles of darkness and filth, but I have found no evidence pertaining to their presence. I will continue to conduct regular scouting patrols in hopes of finding additional leads.

During one of my most recent scouting missions, I encountered a lone Drow bandit wandering the Underdark. I whispered a prayer to shevarash, then ambushed the cur while he attempted to kill a Rothe for something to eat. This cur turned out to be most capable. Our fight lasted for hours, and crossed many miles within the underdark. Each time I would land a critical cut, the filthy cur would swallow a healing drink and take fight. I finally caught him in flight within the low road...an arrow guided by the black archer himself...to the spine. Shevarash be praised! Hunt Fearlessly!

*this particular entry within the journal has the scent of mildew and dirt*

I have been spending alot of time within the badlands lately. It seems all that I seek...lures me to this area. I have been doing my best to track those two missing Harper agents, but still I have not found any trail of them. My gut tells me that the Drow within the nearby Drow city are behind their disappearances. Once I can find their location or wellbeing, I can then work to re-establish communications with the Harper compound in Waterdeep. They better come through with their commitment of fighting these Drow for my efforts.

These cursed Drow are the cause of the disappearance of many of the citizens from this settlement called sanctuary. In hopes of locating these missing agents and citizens, I have reached out to the church of the moon maiden for intelligence information. These misguided fools often dance in the night, while attempting to convert every Drow they come across to the ways of the light. Nonetheless, I am sure their radical views must have landed a bit of insight into that Drow city. It is my hopes that they will be able to provide intelligence information pertaining to the location of these individuals as well as their wellbeing.

Until I receive responses from the church, I have focused my search and hunt within the badlands. I figured I would do my best to cut off their sources of slave income. For example, I took down an Orog Tracker today. I will keep the pressure up within that area in hopes they will be eager to lift the "bad luck" that has fallen their supplies.

On a separate note, I must say my parrying skills have come along greatly. I am continuing to focus these abilities during combat.

*signed* Kor'us Corcael

*An entry is written quickly with the hint of excitement*

Shevarash be praised this day! Today, Calas Thaeredwindir, Morwen Vanamornen, Delor Hanode’lin, and I hunted the badlands. Our objective was to take down any slavers within the area to insure they were not funneling any slaves to the nearby Traensyr. It was not long before we came upon an Orog Tracker, which we killed with ease. After the area was cleared of any creatures, we set off into the city of Traensyr.

As we were inside of the city, I scouted about to obtain a layout of the land. However, it seems that my group was spotted by some spiders and a Drow Sentry. I rushed into battle with Shevarash on my lips. After the long battle, the three patrolling spiders and a Drow sentry laid dead. As per the tenets of Shevarash, the Drow Sentry was stripped of his armor and spear. This equipment will be used for future military campaigns against the Drow.

I must say…these three elves I hunted with were among the most brave I have ever seen. I would be honored to hunt again in the future with these kin.

Kor’us Corcael