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Lendakari,


I write to you out of hierarchy, but we've done as our Euskarriak commanded and "got our shit together", and now so have acquired the makings of a contract only one as you can approve or discuss further.

Below follows the offered contract, extended to us by Legate Vellyn Lhyrian.

SUKAITZA DUTIES:
Assistance and Support in the remaining battles against Iakmes.
Garrison Arslan and it's Mines, partnered with the Well's own Detachment.
Patrol the Trade Routes.

WELLS PAYMENT:
Dinari
Water
Stone
Haoma (A sort of bread that fills a man for days.)

They additionally request we do not barter or trade with the Theocracy of Qa'im, should we take this contract.

Under Asterabadi's Guidance,
Zenduak Etxeberria Lekubarri

THIS IS A ISSUE OF THE WELL'S OWN IDIOTIC MAKING.

I WILL SHOW IT AROUND, ANYWAYS, AS A SIGN OF GOOD FAITH.

EXPECT A MEETING LATER.

- THE LAST ASTERABADIST

There is a letter wrapped in the pile's securing twine.

"TO TEAMAN, RITZ.

I HAVE SELECTED FURTHER READINGS FOR YOUR JOURNEY.

I WILL HAVE MORE.

YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS.

ENJOY.

BYE."

The stack of books are old, singed, and smelling of heavy chemicals.

Contract Offer

We got asked if we've got stock to provide enough Brewfire to breach Got Vald's main entrance, apparently the dwarves THink ThAT SOMETHING is aLive in there.

[The paper here is ripped in half, and then shittily glued back together.]

They said they're willing to "pay whatever it takes", and the orcs aren't really known to steal shit from the ruins they sack, so, sounds pretty lucrative to me.

Regards,
Gudari Arixaaka
Gudari Aitor

I'm begging you

Lost the spark
probably be back
idk

my son, my boy

wow running on racism in a metropolitan society cost you votes crazy

White League's Strongest Soldier

good dm

another angel, dead

my boy......

New Journal, Entry 22
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Age: 13

It's hard to write what happened today(?), the Militia rang alarm, seeing what we thought were the brigands following us-.

They weren't brigands. The Layswords came quickly to the Caravan, spiriting the majority of us into the temple as the Militia fought against the Black-. They have our faces, but the rest doesn't make sense, they're hard to look at. Like the World hates us seeing them.

The Militia came back, worse for wear. We're tending to their wounds for now. The cuts gurgle and boil, but make no heat. We have to cut shadow out of their skin, to make the wounds close. Dad's armor looks like he was lit aflame, but his skin is blue.

Cheswick and his group are off, we don't know to where.

New Journal, Entry 20
Moon, North: Full Moon
Age: 13

Sometimes while we tend to the marble halls of the temple-. I feel like I can see the Doe Synkomidus herself, or hear the clack of hoof. The layswords said there have been more sightings aside from me, too-. They think it's a sign the storm will end soon, before it arrives.

Cheswick got in a spat with the caravan about trying to get past the blockade, he and his crew, and some of the braver militia have started camping separately from us. Dad is calling them stupid.

New Journal, Entry 21
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Age: 13

The Storm is here, or, the start of it. It came so quick, so loudly. It's like no force of nature I've heard, a thousand voices are screaming. Everyone is on edge, and the Sun is gone.

The Temple's torches all went out with a sputter, when it arrived. Then they lit on their own volition, a blue, like the Doe's eyes. A great black smoke is rising from the ring ahead of us, I can't see the Marquis' fortress anymore. 

New Journal, Entry 16
Moon, North: Full Moon
Age: 13

It's a temple to Synkomidus, somewhere safe finally! It looks like everyone else from the bourg that came before didn't make it, or went past.

There's a couple lay-brothers and sisters here, tending to the temple. It's huge, larger than even the Marquis' keep. They're allowing us to shelter here for a time, under the great eye of the Lady of Grain. 

New Journal, Entry 17
Moon, North: Full Moon
Age: 13

Cheswick's crew again make for deeper into this ring. I've been helping the acolytes with their rituals. It feels nice to do things, not just walking.

The caravan camp has been talking about the black storm, they think it's over the Bourg, now. Speaking like it'll be over us soon, too. I hope it dissipates before then.

New Journal, Entry 18
Moon, North: Full Moon
Age: 13

It's been a few days, the storm is getting closer. No one seems to be that worried though, since Cheswick and his group are still looking.

I've been given the duty of tending to a few prisoners, deeper in the temple. One of them is a bald man, he speaks in gibberish rants about the storm. They bound his hands, so I have to ensure he gets things which are easy to eat.

New Journal, Entry 19
Moon, North: Full Moon
Age: 13

Cheswick is back, says a group in the next ring over have blockaded their entrance. Some great wall of steel, men, and spear. Not possible to move the caravan through. Dad said we're going to have to wait out the storm in the Temple, I can't think of a better place.