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[Champion Karim of Ishal]

My fellows of the Gold,

It is a shame we lost our election by the sheer spite and paranoia of the Accorded, yes? But do not be dismayed! Our league shows clearly that we stand far more united than the rabble of the White and the Purple. Let us focus our attention now on the future, so this city might be kept from crumbling away under the empty leadership of the White.

Speaking of the White, do keep a close eye on our new legate. The man strikes me as suspiciously sympathetic to the plight of our enemy, namely the Seekers-after-death.

As ever, feel free to seek me should any of your require assistance...

Champion Karim of Ishal

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Karim of Ishal

Warmaster Colmes,

My name is Karim of Ishal, an outlander and bounty hunter who has made his home in Ephia's Well. You may not be familiar with I, so I shall allow myself to do some recounting.

I have fought in the war against Iakmes, at the front lines of Arslan toppling the great bronze giants.

I have done battle with brookers and murderers in the tunnels of the Creep, personally cutting down the assassin Voss to earn my voice.

I have defeated many known champions in Ehpia's own arena, including Aurellio of the Balladeers.


Kha'esh calls us to bleed on the sands, and Ephia shall need to send its best.

Let me be one of them.

~ Karim of Ishal

38 Days since arrival

Master Ishal taught us never to betray our honest feeling, much less record them on parchment. And yet, I feel an undeniable urge to do just that. Perhaps this rumour of 'Awoken' losing their memories is finally getting to me, or maybe I just feel the need to vent my frustrations to a silent listener.

Regardless of reason, here we are.

While it has been some time already, I shall use this journal to record my experiences. And recount the teachings of the old masters, while still more or less fresh in my head. The Gods know these spice-filled nights are no good for my memory.

And besides, what harm could come of it?

My own words would never betray me.

...

...

Right?

[Death laughs in the face of us all]

Death laughs in the face of us all

So it must have a sense of humor, no?

If Creep could get animal bounty board that'd be neat too.

[Student Lorence 'Loras' MontbarronArtisan of the Lost Hearth]

Three of the Five have been found, brought forth by virtuous and daring souls.

As promised they were rewarded generously.

The others yet sought.

Hidden somewhere under stone, under dunes...


Should they be found during thy errantry, I beg bring them forth so they may made anew.

Student Lorence 'Loras' Montbarron
Artisan of the Lost Hearth

[vengeance.]

Iyar 12th or was it 13th? Year IY 7788

The days since my arrival to Ephia's Well have been chaotic in ascension, almost as if it were building up to a breaking point. I have witnessed many a prelude to tragedy and violence in my short time here, the howling of madmen, unapologetic villains and a slew of people who mask their own wicked nature.

Ariel Hysair was many of these things, but she never hid her who she was. The madness that grew in her was displayed clearly for all to see, almost as if she were an actor seeking an audience and stage to act out a tragedy. Indeed none were to surprised to hear her hands were finally stained with the blood of someone undeserving of that fate.

That someone was a dear friend of mine, another wrong forever staining my life.. another thing that I could never hope to mend.

Fury built up in me - I lashed out with the others, brazenly marching into Kha'esh for the sake of vengeance. We did not find it in Kha'esh, but before the new moon rose Koji had seen to it that Ariel would never harm another again. Seeing her broken corpse did quell my anger for her, more than it I felt shame and grief. For even this was a pointless death, another grain of destruction to avert the Lord's gaze upon our once-paradise. What would the old preacher have made of these events? I miss the clarity His words brought me.

I expect the grief will not fade for a while.

This is what it feels like to lose a friend.

It is awful...



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Koji was rewarded in light of his bravery, graduating into a proper Balladeer. That his first Ballad be one rooted in death has me conflicted. The Hope we swore to foster seems an evermore distant thing among these tragic events.

But I do not misunderstand, it was justice, and justice is a virtue that must be upheld.. I think.

[THIS IS A PRIVATE JOURNAL - SHOULD I CATCH YOU PEEKING I WILL BE VERY CROSS]

[A scattered handful of notes, chaotic in their nature with mismatched dates, wrinkled sketches and half-finished thoughts bound together as a journal. Resting somewhere in the Balladeer's College, seemingly in a different place each time. "Loras' PRIVATE Notes" was helpfully written on the cover, the first page bearing a short message of the author to himself and any unwanted peekers..]

It has been a long time since I've kept a journal of any kind, not since the dragon's averice reduced my home to a smoldering ruin. The days however have not ordered themselves since my arrival to the Great Ashen Desert, to the contrary I oft find myself losing ideas and thoughts in the chaos. Hence I shall record them here for the sake of my own clarity.

And who can say, perhaps through posterity they may be of use to someone after I am gone.

That having been said...

THIS IS A PRIVATE JOURNAL - SHOULD I CATCH YOU PEEKING I WILL BE VERY CROSS

~ L.M.

[The First Oath Blade]

The First Oath Blade
A handrawn sketch of a broken blade, possessed of a distinctive pommel

Five Oath Blades held by knights of yore, true and chivalrous in their purpose. Once thought lost forever, have revealed themselves to me by chance or prophecy. One such blade lie already in my possession, shattered but still the Light of potential clings to these broken shards.

To honor these knights, to honor the Quest.

I shall endeavor to restore them in full.


Should in your journeys you chance upon one of the shattered blades, I beg. Bring these reliques to me so I may serve my purpose by your grace.

Each broken Oath Blade brought to me I shall reward generously, for good deed ought to be rewarded.

Student Lorence 'Loras' Montbarron
Artisan of the Lost Hearth

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Preferably they'd get more 'attacks' while in parry mode, if that's even possible.

[Recieved.]

[YOU]

[A letter of plain exterior is delivered to the Pyramid adressed to Marcellus Saenus]

O' Wise Sage

Ye seeker of truth who would build His shrine upon a foundation of deceit

The blood of Her murder may have dried but Her memory endures


YOU too are GUILTY
Reveal the TRUTH
Or join in Her tragedy

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...
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REMEMBER MARI BLACKE
REMEMBER MARI BLACKE
REMEMBER MARI BLACKE

[A tarrot card, perhaps familiar to some, finds itself left in the darker corners of the Well and Creep below.]

[Written on the back of the card]

All mortals race to meet death...

For a price we may hasten them to journey's end...

Leave your murderous desires for the Black Broker to muse...