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Hziran 5th, IY 7789

Today was the day we went to Ait Tujum on an expeditionary effort.

I went with Nessia, Maqqari, Tharrik, Ulfgrim, Theo, and Faith to the Isles of Ait Tujum. It was Nessia's idea to study and map the islands. I had already been there, but perhaps it would be interesting to see other people's perspectives. Plus, it's always nice to hang out with friends.

Theo does a good job at keeping the mood positive, always cracking jokes and silly puns. We got to exploring, and I was able to name the entry landing. 'Ziggurat Cove'. It's got a nice ring to it, and seeing it, it makes sense. What with all the Ziggurats right by the dock.

I am beginning to have my theories about the island. The old and dead trees seem to have new trees growing from them. It is as if the Necromantic energies on the island are focused on nature. I've witnessed the Isle's coastlines host a Dark Wyldwalker. One who is potentially using the remains of what used to be here on the island to feed nature again. Perhaps in an unnatural way. There are bones and bodies scattered about the isle, perhaps these are a source of power?

There are large skeletal draconic remains further in the heart of the isle. It would be a potent energy source for all kinds of magical rituals.

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Do people think I'd make a good Magistrate?

It was asked of me whether I would be willing to have my name put forth for such a role. The weight of justice is no light thing. It is one matter to uphold laws, another to be the arbiter of their execution. Dolling out punishments, ensuring fairness. It is a heavy burden.

Would I be just? Would I be fair? I would try, at the very least. It is a duty that demands not only knowledge but wisdom, and I have seen both just rulers and tyrants wear the same robes of authority. If I am to accept this, I must ensure I am never the latter.

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Last night, I dreamt of Ulfgrim.

We stood in the halls of an ancient forge, the glow of molten metal casting warm light upon stone walls lined with runes. He was working, hammering away at something I could not see, but I felt the reverberation of each strike deep within my chest.

The rhythm of his work was steady, comforting. I stepped closer, but he did not turn. Not until I reached out, and then he looked at me, his eye reflecting the firelight. There was something unspoken there, something neither of us dared to name, yet it lingered in the air between us, hot as the forge's breath.

I woke before I could say anything. Perhaps it is for the best. Some things are easier left to dreams.

It is Hziran after all, yet I must remain focused. There is so much still to do. For Kin and for the future.

Wisdom, light my way.

Hziran 3rd, IY 7789

Today was a good day. Whilst not a lot happened, it was nice after the chaos and uncertainty that was yesterday.

I was able to take a few new folks on the relaxed work. It's a nice surprise that the Pyramid and whoever or whatever mysterious folks get the board jobs posted jobs that are a bit easier occasionally. Allows for newer folk to get into the swing of things. Plus, if I am healing them, it's a bit safer, too.

From there, I sat around. Relaxing. Pondering. I thought of painting, but the only thing on my mind was that strange Titan, Titan of Dusk? Titan of Noon? and I had already painted the tree that was burned. It still weighs upon me. This guilt. The weight of watching history, ancient, be washed away in fire. Like scripture turn asunder never to be known or read again, such knowledge lost and scattered to the wind. To Ash.

Aided the Accord with Cort, Theo, Freya, Evanderall, and Selwyn. It went quite smoothly. We all work quite well together. Theo and Cort are in the front. Freya was doing her spinning maneuvers. Evanderall shoots the casters from afar. With Selwyn and I on support. Still nothing for a Speaker, though. It's fine. We children of stone are a patient sort.

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Whilst I had already participated in the boardwork, we, being a large mass of folk. Katya, Evanderall, Theo, Selwyn, Cort, Nessia, Rodor, Emmony, Faith, Maqqari, and a new Awoken, Garen. They all went on the job to aid Frostport. Hopefully, now the Drakes won't be too much of a problem for the explorers and citizens of Frostport.

I remained behind, gathering milk from Halfdan. Buying it, mind you, not... never mind. There was a halfling that was craving it, so I think a soft and caring gesture might be something I'd want to try. I know my ancestors will roll around in their grave, but times change.

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Ulfgrim and I chatted. We have a plan. Something big for the War. Something significant for the Rathgan too. Something that the Rathgan can aid with that has the potential to be a monumental turning point for the battle against the Orc'ah and Iakmes himself. I just need to find a way to meet with the Warmaster, or with the Legates themselves and arrange a meeting. We can't go offering things we don't have permission to.

Big things are in store. An end to not only one war, but one that has raged on for eight centuries may be in its closing moments. One can only hope. Maybe this age is the one where Kin, Cousins, and Clan bonds are reforged again.

Will I have the resolve to see this through?

Just maybe. A dwarf can only hope. Either way, the folks are coming back from the caves, and the cold is quite chilly. Time to head back to the Well.

Wisdom, light my way.

Hziran 2nd, IY 7789

A time where unions of love are formed.

That's what they say, at least, but I am unsure if it is true in times of war. I suppose connections and companions are found amidst the battle cries and clang of steel. If that is the case, then today is no different.

Tonight was a grand step for the Union of Kardesler. A historic moment. We shattered a hole in the walls of the Abulmahhu using the Kusatma. It cried out in power as the Stonefolk Tenth Legion sang to it. Our way was open, and what lay ahead? A massive fortress, larger than any we had scaled before.

Yet, we did not cower. I was afraid, of that I am certain, but I didn't let it hold me back. Being broken up into three groups to take down the fields. Ulfgrim, leader of the Rathgan, Aurelio, Balladeer of the Rose, and Rhuk Nor, Sergeant of the Jannisary.

We three teams took each our own path, left, right, and center. I cannot say for certain what the other paths encountered, but I believe that ours was the hardest. The Middle. We had to fight through a valley of Whisperers and break through a Molten, then it was up to us to claim the field and open the path for the other sides. Theo was in charge of the bombs; without him, we would have been stuck, separated from the others for who knows how long. I'm grateful to have such strong and stalwart warriors by my side.

I felt true fear during the next field. A large Titan, unlike the ones I have faced thus far. These were twisted, tormented, evil. A Titan of...night? Whatever the opposite of Dawning could be. It got worse when an Orc'ah knocked my crook from my hand, and I was separated from Izzakhars light for a time. Running around the field blind and useless. Faith found it and handed it to me amidst the chaos.

But in those moments, I was afraid again.

At the end of it all was a tree. A remnant of the Old World. The superiors in charge demanded we fire the Kusatma upon it. So, our Warmaster did as such. I don't understand why we did such a thing. To destroy an ancient piece of nature. What would the Silent Ones say? Probably nothing, but they seem to worship a tree.

I didn't feel good. Sure, we won against the Orc'ah, but why did we destroy the bones of the old world? Luther said they charge some sort of invisible barrier? I don't know how much of that is true. Some say that to make way for the new, the old must go. I don't feel good about that either.

It's something to ponder as we move ever closer to Bet Nappahi. The war reaches it's final hour. And whilst it isn't quite the witching hour, we draw ever closer.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- The Ancient Faced Tree from the Old World, burned by the Kusatma.

What other beauties must we destroy to see ourselves victorious? What other options do we have? Peace? Mercy? Is that something that can still be given? Is that something we want to? Could I, after all the Orc'ah have done to my people? Perhaps only the Gods know.

Wisdom, light my way.

[Ait Tujum]

Iyar 28th, IY 7789

The island of Ait Tujum.

A beautiful place, despite the cursed aura that lingers in the air. A place of verdant forests and greenery. It seems that a new job on the board has opened up. Guess the Captain found a route and with it danger. So, the Pyramid posted a new contract. I was able to rally some folks: Serhiy, Cordelia, Cogsworth, Freya, and the Lonely Lieutenant Rennik.

It was wonderful. My working theory is Wyldwalkers experimenting with the aspects of rot. The island is coated in an aura of potent negative energy. Of course, with that comes the undead. Though where it is usually found in the form of humanoids, these were of bestial forms.

With the tome of Forbidden Numerology in my possession.

I now set my sights on other forms of dark magic. I think that with constant study, there may be a way to counteract them with positive energies to neutralize them out. There was an altar that required a bit of prayer to sanctify; however, in my haste to utter the words, I must have messed up, for the altar remained blighted.

I'll need to revisit these blighted isles to attempt a different prayer to cleanse the altar. It might bring a bit of peace to the Isles for a time and give me a better understanding of the dark.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- Ait Tujum, the isles of blighted crimson.

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The Sandstone still holds many secrets. I was able to wander around some of their more hidden quarters with Raven. Her eyes are more perceptive than mine are. We located some slacking students playing some sort of board game. What was most interesting, though, was a man named Deadhe, or Beadhe?, I don't quite recall.

He was acting odd and strange. I wanted to inquire if he was studying anything Esoteric, but he wouldn't tell me. Based on how far and distant he was from most of the faculty, I am in belief that he is studying something that would be of great interest to me. Raven suggested we find someone who has a pretty good knack for persuading others, or maybe a big beefy man who can intimidate him into telling me.

No, that's mean. I think I'll just look for someone with a softer and sweeter voice. Either way, it's interesting to me, and I feel the need to know. It feels like now that I have graduated from the Sandstone, I am getting closer and closer to what I wish to know.

To understand how to wield and control dark magic. For one to defend against the dark artes, one must know them, But one also must be careful not to be consumed by what one studies.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 27th, IY 7789

Today, I learned a great deal about those who care for me. The day began slow, as they often do. Quiet moments of contemplation are spent inside the Hall, reading, writing, and painting. It wasn't until I heard folks begin to gather for board work that I emerged. It seems that people are beginning to look to me for enspellments, of which I am happy to provide. It helps pay the rent, and I can protect whatever manner of beast they are going to face.

Besides that, though, the 'care' I write about came in the form of words and actions. In particular, a new dwarf who arrived not too long ago at the Well, Olmon, said 'Love you'. I don't think he understood the intensity of such a statement to a Kulkund Dwarf, but he later made it seem more casual. I was definitely flustered at the time, though.

Another instance came in the form of physical affection. Raven, a 'Moon Elf', hugged me after receiving the blessings of Izzakhar. That's likely why, though. Most likely, gratitude for providing magic to aid in succeeding on one's task. I enjoy helping, and if coins, affection, and smiles are my rewards, that doesn't seem too bad.

I know my ancestors would disapprove of me, and my Ma and Pa would frown upon the man I have become am.

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More battle, more war. The Rathgan's duties continue.

The Zrubrurzid.

What a name for a Clan. This time, Aurelio led the charge. To no ones surprise the raid went smoothly and efficiently. However, near the end of such a battle Ulfgrim charged ahead. A section of bridge leading to an area teeming with Orc'ah. I thought he wasn't going to make it, dread settling into my heart, but then the Void-callers beckoned dark thoughts manifested outwards, and in his fear, Ulfgrim ran to me. I was able to lay a healing hand upon him before he fell.

But, in those moments I worried for him. As I seem to always do.

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I went home today.

An expedition to visit the places I could not usually go without grapple and rope. Many joined me; Norska, Kiran, Nela, Theo, Emmony, and of course the members of the Rathgan. We found a wayward camp for kin. I always wonder a melancholic thought when I enter into areas such as that.

How long has it been since this place heard the sounds of laughter? Who's footsteps am I walking in, and are they around to make more? How much history does this place hold?

Some of these questions are hard to answer, but they always fill my mind.

'Sing the song they seek to silence.'

That was written on the walls of the caves, the caves I used to crawl around as a beardling. I wonder if it's the song the Elder sings?

I should speak to him again; so much to learn.

I've run out of painting supplies, so it's another trip to the Souk on the morrow. For now...

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 26th, IY 7789

The war is worsening. This I can guarantee. Not only are the Bronze-Beasts a burden on their own, but Mupps have become an issue. With fewer and fewer people rallying to the call for defence, I don't blame them. Especially when Luther is the one to lead. Now, in addition to all these wonderful Orc'ah, we must worry about Yr'kel, a powerful dark mage who animates all those who fall in the battles to rise again.

So, now we face hordes of undead that work alongside the Orc'ah. Today was example of that.

The raid was a disaster, for a time it was working. Throwing out artillery far ahead and blindly firing, I will admit that did have some merit to it. However, the lack of rallied forces was easily toppled when we began to pass through narrow quarters. The casters of their forces were unassailed and with abjurative magics stripped away the wards we had so carefully placed upon the warriors.

There were some very intense moments. I had to run through a collapsing void to reach Ulfgrim during the raid, then during the defence he was bleeding out again. I had to sip upon a vial of quickening and vanish to move beneath the Orc'ah who charged forth. I was able to make it to him in time and shield him from a shadowy ball of death with my back. I'm still recovering from that fight, and I likely will for a bit of time. But, at least he's alright.

One thing is for sure, this war is only going to get worse and worse.

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Yr'kel spoke to us today. When The Drurd Kelbrun were defeated he appeared again using some form of Mislead. A potent illusory spell. He chastised Luther, which was completely fair and warranted. He said that Luther was losing respect, and it was only a matter of time before people began to doubt him. I already do. The man has very few redeemable qualities. I thought I knew him, but I fear I don't at all.

Yr'kel said more things of interest. I wonder what other knowledge he knows of. What potent spells he has in his arsenal? Would he be willing to teach someone? To know is to protect. Regardless, there are some things to keep in mind.

"In the Rage's Heart, he will Awake. In the Hands of God, you will be crushed." - Yr'kel.

Does he speak of Coordum? It's hard to say, Ulfgrim states that he faced off against the god himself for the Flamebringer. The gods so rarely show themselves to others. Grenth must have been a potent Speaker for such to occur.

I need some time to destress. Perhaps a painting will do. I'll get some materials and paints from the Souk and see what I can make.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- Life amidst the Ash.

I am grateful for the knowledge blessed to me by Izzakhar. I am grateful that Ulfgrim, Tharrik, and I still draw breath. I am grateful for the moments of peace between the Rathgans duties.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 24th, IY 7789

I was able to purchase a bit of furniture for the Hall. I had to pull some savings from the Coinchangers. I guess there are some uses to being Voiced, one of which is that you get access to a bank account. I had forgotten until I didn't. Yes, I know how that sounds. Regardless, I've etched some of the Duunthall's history into the furniture.

I think Ulfgrim will appreciate that, the history of his friends and loved ones around him, but also the beginning of something else. The beginning of the Rathgan. It took a lot of work to do it, so he better.

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Luther is an idiot.

If the man stood in a pitch-black room, holding aloft the torch of his wisdom, he'd still be fumbling in the dark. He thought it would be such a great idea to lead a small group into an Orc'ah fortress and attempt to clear it out. There's a reason we rally the forces of Ephia to take them down, they are not a simple task. I feel as though he does these things so that later on he can boast about his accomplishments.

"I did this." or "I did that."

It's really exhausting. I, alongside Narwen, Cort, and Raven were going to go in and rescue him, Cordelia, and some new arrival to the Well, but of course, he just wanted to press on further. Of course more people were injured in the process too. Miss Ward and the newcomer fell to the Chosen of the Axe. Which Luther promptly ran away from. Not even a 'Thank you Korin for coming to my dumb idea.'

I think I am just frustrated by the man's need to galavant and peacock himself to others. I think I just need a bit of time alone, and far away from him, and then I'll be okay again.

[Various scribbles of frustration line this section of the entry.]

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- Mount Kulkund. Home.

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Today marks the day of my graduation from the Sandstone College. I will likely keep it 'hush-hush' unless asked of course. "Why are you not wearing your robes"? Then, I will answer.

I tried to research the Esoteric Artes within the College. There were a few books of interest. The Ash being one of them, its power to raise the undead is fascinating, and it also gives them some sort of resistance to the positive energies most Speakers and some Oathsworn are able to conjure.

However, it lacked any knowledge or information about the dark magics that the Deep Dwarves may have called upon. The Edler is too afraid to speak on it, but I am curious. The school of Necromancy has many applications, and it is a perfectly valid school of study. I am not interested in raising the dead, more so bringing dread and fear to my enemies.

I can only hope my allies and friends do not think lesser of me for it.

Izzakhar entrusts those worthy of such things with knowledge, for he knows they will use and safeguard such responsibly.

I will seek this knowledge, to better assist others. This I swear.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 23rd, IY 7789

The Bloody Skull.

Another name crossed off the list of clans. How many more? How many more names remain of the Orc'ah who have killed my kin for centuries? It was a tough fight. Lead by Aurelio's Squire; Dandrik. There were fewer forces than usual as the raid was called earlier, but some managed to gather and we struck out against the Orc'ah.

It was a gruelling battle, many, many were injured. One of those Chosen of the Axe. The Murderer. We entered the battlefield, striking our allies with ease. I saw many wounded. Cort fell somewhere, I didn't even notice until I saw Selwyn place him down near the walls. Aurelio got struck too by the Chosen. A small halfling I've seen a few times, named Drin, and many more.

At the mount of our victory, a necromantic Orc'ah appeared. Some kind of Fossoris that spoke words to Aurelio. Taunting him for his survival in this war and how many have fallen at his side in pursuit of victory. That it would all be for naught, and that the greenery would grow over his ashes and bones. Intimidating, to say the least...

But, we'll win. We have to.

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Grungar joined me today in the War. I had never seen him there before, but he said he fought alongside the Doomed-Oath, Durgin, when he was living. I knew he was a strong warrior from when the pair of us hunted for beasts stalking the sands.

I've spoken to Ulfgrim and Tharrik about bringing him into the Rathgan. I believe he would make a fine addition to our legion. Now I know that he is battle-tested too, he is also a caring person under all that gruff. He did something that partially dispelled the curse that Kazadun had upon me. When we returned from the war, he was worried about me. Ensuring that I had made it back to camp unharmed from the shadow Orc'ah that prowl unseen.

It's not common that I've seen someone worry about me before, it's a nice feeling when it does happen.

I'll be keeping a really close eye on him.

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Now, I need to amass some coins. Who knew furnishing an entire Hall would be so expensive? I imagine the Duunthall wasn't too worried about making the place look like a home, but I think it's important to at least be comfortable whilst fighting for our people. Time to try and sell a few wands, potions, or scrolls to those in need.

Ulfgrim stirs, he is slowly walking towards me now. Guess it's time for a bit more work with him before I rest. He's a good man, but he hides it well.

Wisdom, light my way.

[Air and Shadow.]

Iyar 22nd, IY 7789

More war, more battle.

I took fight to the Nazaru, half of us were hurt in the ensuing battles. Beasts crafted from flesh and stone, burbling snakes of boiling water, clay-like beings rushing forth, shadows come to life. I dare not write much more for perhaps even writing of such entities may draw them closer. Kazadun, we know naught if he has made it back, or if he has perished out in the sand. I searched for him this morning. To the Fortress first thing, then the canyons, but I found naught.

I can only pray he is alright, or that he has passed before those things got their hands on him.

They are worthy of fear. That of fire is violent, unrelenting, and unworrisome of its own form to bring havoc. They of water are scarce, but tricksy and deceptive as they use their light to draw others in. Those of the earth are ever below our feet, waiting, patient as they claw forth to mold flesh.

But, to me there is one that is worthy of more fear than the others. That which is all around us and inescapable. For we carry them wherever we go, and they are in most the places we stand. Our own shadows that cling to our backs.

[The writing becomes shaky.]

Air and Shadow.

Their shadows haunt me in my dreams at night. Is it bad to wonder what sorts of magics they hold? That of fear. That of dread.

[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- A Shadow.
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Beyond that, there are good moments. The Rathgan continues to grow with a potential new addition to our legion of the last. Grungar is his name. I'd met him a few times before Ulfgrim approached me. He's a good man. I've inquired with the other Rathgan and asked them to speak with him a bit, get to know him, determine if he too is a good fit for our goals.

To reclaim what was lost, and aid in winning this war. We will bring an end to the Orc'ah who took our homes, then our sights turn back to the mountains. Should we live that is. Even I know this task is as monumental as the mountains themselves, but to even scale a mountain, one must take that first step. This is mine.

The Rathgan will grow upon the ashes of the Duunthall. In respect we continue on in their place. A shrine to them remains in our Hall. Etched in stone

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The Black Bone, The Cruel Bleeders, The Sharpspike.

More names of clans were erased from this Disc. How many of them slaughtered my kin, my ancestors on their quest for pilgrimage? No more. They feed and water Bel-Ishûn now.

The War Council states that we are ever closer to the end of this war. Soon we will walk upon the stones and silver works of Bet Nappahi. The works of Coordum before he put down his hammer and lifted the axe. I suppose it will be nice to see the place and learn what I can. I am keen on discovering all the knowledge that will be available to me.

It would be nice to ride around on a camel. If I can outpace the warriors and fighters, I can catch up to them and place a healing hand upon them.

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A lot is happening. Sometimes, I feel that people are afraid to place a hand on my shoulder. By the Wheel, I'd even be fine if someone rubbed my bald head. It's been a long time since I've been held by my Ma or Pa.

Whatever. Tomorrow is another day, and comfort is a rarity in these trying times.

Wisdom, light my way.

[That has to be it. I'm cursed now. No other explanation.]

Iyar 20th, IY 7789

It feels like so much has happened in such a short time frame.

I can say this though without a doubt. I hate the politics of this Well. Choosing who you vote for isn't the worst thing in the world, but when people come snooping around asking for things or get mad at you because you didn't vote the way they wanted. It can be so irritating.

It's only one day into the election period and I'm already so exhausted by it. I managed to host a debate the day before. It was a fun experiment of social norms, some people did a good job at following the rules, others I was less impressed with. Overall though, I was informed by the three candidates that it was a success, and that my efforts were appreciated. I hope that it was at least a learning experience for the many who came.

Izzakhar hopefully appreciated it.

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The Dark Despoilers.

That was the clan that we faced today, and it was a disaster. It began with the Sukaitza wishing to test out their new ammunition. Which in and of itself was not a bad idea, for the most part. Raining down shrapnel and flames from the sky.

What made it go horribly awry was that there was no telescope at the Command Post, meaning the artillery that was fired was always firing blind. Many, MANY were wounded in this battle. Not just from the artillery but from the forces that were swarming from the Orc'ah Citadel. It reminded me of the stories that my Ma and Pa would tell me. How the Orc'ah would come swarming out, and among their horrors were those that wielded the powers of darkness.

The Voidcallers.

I saw many people that I cared for fall. Among them were Tharrik and Kazadun. I cannot describe the feeling I felt when I saw the monstrous Ogre standing over Kazadun's unconscious body, or when the artillery rained down and shrapnel flew into Tharrik. I felt bad for Tharrik, but seeing Kazadun hurt. It felt like my heart leapt into my throat and I could barely breathe. I'm not used to these feelings. I'm not sure what these feelings mean yet either. Perhaps nothing, or perhaps he has cursed me from my proximity to a follower of Coordum.

That has to be it. I'm cursed now. No other explanation.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- The red sands that water Bel-Ishûn after the raid upon the Dark Despoilers.

The work does not seem to cease, nor do the things I learn.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 18th, IY 7789

It has been a bit of time before I could rest, sit down once more and open my diary to write my feelings. The ongoing of my life.

This morning was more eventful than I expected it to be. Two bodies were reported to be murdered in the Gutters. I visited them in the Hope where they were pulled from the depths. A Stonefolk who I was standing next to just the day before, and a man I had never seen before in the Well. On top of that, the Court of Earth and Flesh had made another appearance, this time inside the charity center; Hasheema's Hope.

Worse yet, they keep calling out Nessia's name. Why are they so fascinated by her? What do they want with her? I just hope the lass is careful as she often goes out exploring on her own. There are very few truly safe places. It isn't very reasonable to think that the Well is always safe too...

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It is nice though to do board work with trusted friends. Sadly, we had to exclude Kazadun. The handsome Dwarf. The Pyramid puts strict rules on the contracts available to adventurers. No more than six or they'll dock your pay, or something like that. Either way we helped the Accord to the south. They are always in need of aid of being overrun, there are many forces out by the way of Nusrum that would seek to do the Well harm.

Then it was to defeat the Dalzoc as during our defence of the Accord we faced off against Hobgoblins. We figured something must have roused them to battle. Movement of the clans, or tribes. One of the two seems likely. I tended the wounds of those I stood behind, making sure they did not fall. I think people are now learning of my true nature.

This is good of course. I like people to know that I care, but I shouldn't let them know I care too much. A look here, a smile there, a soft word uttered to a friend's ear. Things like that seem to be a new addition. I've gotten pretty decent at saying 'Thank you'.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



[A rather bleak, but hopeful painting of Pra'raj in it's fleetful moments of beauty adorns the page next to the diary entry. During the hours of dusk does the sun become only ever slightly cooled by the Mothers Sable Cloak, and with it, for a time it becomes something else. The image tries to evoke a glimmer of hope in dark times, hence the achromatic sands around.]

- Pra'raj, the demon, at dusk.

It was a holiday of Coordum today. The Uncensured Coals. I couldn't go, I'm not ready to face the Murd Warrior just yet. I can't. Not yet...

We will see what tomorrow brings.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 16th, IY 7789

So far I am enjoying who I am. This once tucked away and repressed version of myself.

It feels good. Like I have shed a vast weight that has been with me this entire time. The Elder would frown and scold me if he knew of what I do. Whilst I have the utmost respect for him, he can be so closed off to the wonders that still remain in the Disc. It feels like he has given up whereas I feel renewed. I laugh with people, I smile with people. I am giving thanks, pleases, and your welcomes. I mean every one of them.

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It was another busy day besides the self-reflective revelations. Dealing with these goblinoid brooker creatures with some people I have not met before. Josua, Remi, Able, Mau. There was a Sister there too, but I did not learn of her name, despite my attempts to.

After that, we fought the Dalzoc. I was able to go with someone of whom I have had my eye on for some time. Kazadun. It's a shame that he worships the Murderer Warrior. But, that seems to be his choice and path for who he worships. Agasian. Yet, even though the god can be cruel, it seems the followers can choose differently. He cast a spell on me.

Not romantically, I think, but literally. We were leaving the Sibilant, we did that too, and he protected me with an abjurative spell. Things like that are noted, seen, known, and they are not forgotten.

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One of the grander moments for me though, despite being in another raid against The Quick Legion, and a defence against the Orcs attempting to destroy the War Camp, was speaking with Evanderall. He is of the Fourth Legion. A band of guards and soldiers for the Sultan. He asked me about the tenets of Izzakhar, or Izdu, in the human tongue. About how to bring honor to them and uphold them, what they meant. Things like that.

At one point we were talking about deception and truth. Galmok and Izzakhar. He said something that made me believe that he would be an incredible Izdur.

"Deceit is a weapon that divides people, but truth is a unifier." - Evanderall Ristar.

It's been a good day, met many faces of the Well, went to war in the name of the Well, and spoke of Izzakhar to another. I can finally put a name to many of them now, and in turn people are getting to know me. The real me. I remember how closed off and jaded I was when I arrived. Things are good, but I know that things will not remain good for long.

Where there is light, there is also darkness. In that, there is truth and wisdom.

Will I still feel this way when the darkness comes?

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 15th, IY 7789

Sometimes, I am not sure I even know who I am anymore.

I was raised to be tough, to hide what I truly felt. To repress emotions and wear a hardened mask. It was always safer that way. No one could tell what I was passionate about if I did not show it. No one could see sorrow, find weakness, or exploit what I held dear.

Yet, I do not want to be like that.

For over seven decades, I have walked this Disc. I have hidden in caves, survived in shadows, and lived with the weight of solitude. Only recently have I found the Well, and in my short time here, I have met kind people. People who show that trust is not always misplaced. That not all kindness masks hidden motives.

So today, I smiled at those who showed me kindness. I said thank you and apologies where they were due. I did not hide my feelings. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like me.

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[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- A continuous flame out by the First Wheel for those who were lost at Abulmahhu.

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I was with Nela, Reina, Nessia, Ulfgrim, and Theo today. Nela wished to hold a sermon for those who perished at the battle of the Abulmahhu. They bid farewell to a kind, compassionate, and caring soul. A Witness of the Martyrs. A man named Noxieos Adalsteinn. He sounded wise based on the stories they told. How he would charge fearlessly into battle, mourning the loss of allies and friends, all the while tending the wounds of those he fought alongside.

Maybe I too can be that someday, somehow. A hero to those they come across, someone who fights for others, and keeps them safe. That's what we want in life: to be safe and cared for. Whether it is by our own hand, or by someone that we can trust.

I never knew a Priest of Kali and Gali, but I was always told that the Shepherd Priests were kind and caring souls. Often looked a bit strangely upon in some societies, but in Kulkund, they are were given the utmost respect.

Ulfgrim then spoke of Durgin Doomed-Oath. A name I had heard once before, a man from Got Valdhazr, a simple guard, who had risen up to be a hero of Ephia's Well. He too fell in battle where the Shepherd Priest fell too. I heard his story, his origin. His beginnings were one of hardship and strife, and yet even in these dark moments, this awful opening to a tale, he made something beautiful.

The truth often hurts. It is heavy. It can be sharp at times. But, it is most valuable. Eventually, our scars allow us to wield it, hold it, without being burned by it.

It gets easier.

Wisdom, light my way.

Iyar 14th, IY 7789

By now it has become like the cycles of the moon and sun, board work upon board work, over and over I continue.

Defeating strange fish folk inside caves on the isles of Harrowden, to aid the Accord to the South of the Well. At least it is often completed in good company. Alongside those I consider my friends and allies, it is a nice thing. There is a quiet joy in shared struggle, in knowing that even in the depths of some forgotten cave, there are others beside me.

The flickering of torchlight upon wet stone, the echo of battle cries through narrow tunnels, the steady rhythm of my own breath as I speak words of healing. It is all becoming familiar, even comforting in a strange way. Perhaps that is what it means to walk this path, to find solace in the cycles of conflict and resolution, as one would find comfort in the predictability of the stars, or of truth.

[Korinthus Dûngir's Painting Check Skills are Above Average.]



- The Sea of Pearls at night.

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Then, it was to war. The Mur Adkodh clan stood in our path towards Bet Nappahi. With a large showing of Ephia's forces gathered, we were able to defeat them. It is a privilege to bring the wisdom of Izdu to these battles. To weave forth healing words and delicate touches to close the wounds of those who fight. To know that my presence means others may rise again when they would have otherwise fallen.

In all the fighting, it has made me come to realize something. My Ma and Pa taught me to be closed off, to not show the soft side of who I am to others. To refrain from giving thanks, and to always scrutinize those who would seek to offer things with hands outstretched. To wonder what secrets or ill-intent they concealed behind their back, waiting for the moment one's own back was turned. Then, the knife could plunge in so easily.

But I find I like to give thanks. I like to speak of pleasantries, to trust those that stand by my side. I have seen the strength in kindness, the way a simple word of gratitude can reinforce a bond stronger than steel. I am beginning to understand that trust is not the absence of caution, but a choice to walk forward despite it.

I will walk a bit of a path in between then, what I know and have learned, and what I was taught from a young age. Perhaps in doing so, I will find something greater than either alone.

I'll find the truth of it all.

Wisdom, light my way.

[The Black Tassel.]

Iyar 13th, IY 7789

The Black Tassel.

Some look at me with an eyebrow raised, others take a wide stance to avoid me, and some have even come up to me inquiring as to what it is that I am doing with such. Truth be told, I don't know. I have some things I am researching. Protecting the mind of someone afflicted with entities that seek them out. I want to understand and know more about the Blood Plague and how to fight it. Things like that. The strange. The unknown.

I want to learn more though about the dark magics that the Deep Dwarves called upon. The Elder was so afraid of it. He didn't want to tell me. I know exploring the unknown is dangerous, walking into dark places and things can get attached. Entities. Shadows. Shadows that lurk amidst one's own shadow.

A Nadiri, Manos Cosmatos, spoke to me while doing some board work. Inquiring and warning me that most people don't take kindly to my tassel. Or at least, that it has a history and a reputation. That's fine with me. I am a bit of an unconventional man, but I'll do what I can to spin a positive light going forward. Finding the truth as Izzakhar would demand of me.

Not only that, but Manos is interested in strengthening the connection between the College and the Tower. Something that I too am interested in creating a stronger link with.

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From there I, along with many others, were invited to go out and slay a Titan. This makes two now. I wonder where they come from? They say that they are forged from the times of old, the creation of the Gods. Yet, they act so young at times. Who is to say for certain? The pursuit of this question might be answered upon our arrival at the end of this war end goal; Bet Nappahi.

Speaking of war, there was an attack and we had to rush to the war camps' defence, then a raid was called against The Bonechewer clan. I guess they won't be chewing on any more bones now. As previously observed it seems that the Ephians really are learning how to fight the Orcs well. On both tasks, people nearly fell, but none were injured too badly. I think I was able to save a few lives as well. That feels nice, and the thanks one gets afterwards is incredible.

It's like a warm fuzzy feeling inside of me is growing. I think it would make my Pa sick to hear me gushing on about these things. But, he doesn't have to know. Not like he could...

Perhaps some people fear me, but I believe that some people are beginning to see who I am despite the tassel I wear.

Tomorrow is a new day, and we shall see what challenges it brings.

Wisdom, light my way.