My responsibility as the quill of the people will not only be to keep you current on what has gone on in the public eye. But also to inform you of the trials and tribulations of the mortal adventurer as I come to know it. Through informant, drunken rambling and raucous tale of woe.


The events of last eve as I forewarned were of great magnitude and great chaos. There were triumphs and despair, victories and defeats.

As the demons stepped through the veil between their plane and ours, I set my network of eavesdroppers and informants into motion. The Seekers of Balance took interest in it almost immediately searching the realms for any sign of those that might turn their tables so to speak. The Seekers of the Prophecy, or Scions also took interest but their numbers were quite small as always and a subterfuge effort was undertaken to try and capitalize on the chaos.

The Empire and Tribunal showed strong at the site of the first attack. The peaceful city of Hillcrest. Upon finding utter pandemonium and countless enemies, you could scarcely tell who was helping those of the neutral city, and who was hindering them.

The streets ran red and the screams of wolf and man became muddled together as the battle raged on. It would seem as if those of Order were causing more chaos than the demon itself. And it fed, and grew on this.

Far away the Poet Laureate's body dropped dead from rot, and she was approached by a darkly cowled figure. Malzuuloth, my old friend. Or enemy, I can never tell these days. Malzuuloth long having a preponderence for perpetuating situations such as this attempted to impart some knowledge to the dark beauty Edimus but it would seem that she also has a preponderence for perpetuating her ghostly state.

Tahren the Noldarian Smith warned the Villagers of Battle that this veil must be thickened and if they could procure for him an ancient spell book of Thar-Acacia he might be able to help them accomplish this. After what seemed like weeks of wandering the shapechanger's mists, the duo of Drakgrak and Tirvak finally made it into the secluded Tower and procured their item of power. Although once this was completed they ran into a completely new conundrum. Getting out.

The Fortress having given great effort to remain alive while helping the wolf-ridden towns were now approached by Farigno and as he was imparting the last bit of knowledge to them, it was coincidentally reaching most of the others involved.

A spiral amulet, found in the Pine Forest where the wolves originated had channeled the demon's power and focused it enough that he could have an affect in this realm. To procure it would be a boon to any faction, whatever their purpose.

And so, as I sat chuckling in my deep chair, it was a race. A map of Thera laid out in front of me with figurines representing all those involved were infused with a magical cantrip and I watched...grinning as they all converged on the Pine Forest. Seeking out a frightened old man wearing a spiral amulet, surrounded by dire wolves.

Quite a battle I scryed, and I enjoyed a bottle of Dorwinion wine while it all played out, with sadly only a few casualties but more a comedy of errors which caused a guffaw or two and at least a half a goblet of spilled wine.

The Tribunal came out on top as it were, huzzah to the Thankless who patrol our cities and they raced to the Executioner, meeting with the newly ascended godling Linolaques.

Chanting and sweating, sweating and chanting. It finally blew sparks and fire about the room, and threw a shockwave back knocking most of the Tribunals in the room to the backsides. A position most of them are quite familiar with.

The demons were beaten back and descended into a flurry of infighting and name-calling only to restore their strength and return one day soon.

Therans I would be wary. These sorts of occurrences do not seem to be random and insignificant, but more a part of some grand scheme.

Eyes to the skies, Therans. I'll keep my ear to the ground.

Still Chuckling,
-PP

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