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	== Tiban ==		== <span style="color:red">Tiban</span> ==
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	==== LEVEL 5 ====		==== LEVEL 5 ====
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			== <span style="color:red">Ethasadril</span> ==
	== Ethasadril ==
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	==== Arrival ====		==== Arrival ====
	==== Maps & More ====		==== Maps & More ====
	==== Journey to Cote ====		==== Journey to Cote ====

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	''Excerpt from Theren's Journal''<br/>		''Excerpt from Theren's Journal''<br/>
	I'm not sure why I hoped the enclave would be safe. They never are. (especially with this group, they ooze trouble in my experience). It seems like the enclave used to be a bank of some sort. Or a security office... or something. There was also alot of rooms that made it seem like a research facility, so color me confused. Also, one door looked like the front of a dorm or something. Pretty interesting stuff. The most fascinating was the subject of the ancient researcher. It seems he was attempting to preserve his family beyond death. He was etching silver beads with necromantic magics in order to prevent the decay of his family. He took the beads and it embedded them in the bones of his subjects. According to notes scrawled on the wall, he must have been trying to combat some disease or epidemic. His experiments failed unfortunately. Many of his subjects greeted us throughout the enclave as gibbering masses, and I suspect that his wife and child had turned to ghouls. Also, he himself turned to a very nasty creature that kind of reminded me of what little I've read about shamblemen. Anyways, the turned scientist nearly killed us all. We were 'saved' by another appearance of the Jager Kavka. He was apparently hunting the scientist. or something... I'm not sure... but after Roshan finished him the hunter took the corpse and disappeared. Either way we survived... thankfully. It would be quite frustrating to die before finishing my device. (Recent events have slowed its progress enough already). On the bright side much of the old scholars resources could very easily be repurposed to my own projects. (it makes the danger almost worth it.... Almost...).		I'm not sure why I hoped the enclave would be safe. They never are. (especially with this group, they ooze trouble in my experience). It seems like the enclave used to be a bank of some sort. Or a security office... or something. There was also alot of rooms that made it seem like a research facility, so color me confused. Also, one door looked like the front of a dorm or something. Pretty interesting stuff. The most fascinating was the subject of the ancient researcher. It seems he was attempting to preserve his family beyond death. He was etching silver beads with necromantic magics in order to prevent the decay of his family. He took the beads and it embedded them in the bones of his subjects. According to notes scrawled on the wall, he must have been trying to combat some disease or epidemic. His experiments failed unfortunately. Many of his subjects greeted us throughout the enclave as gibbering masses, and I suspect that his wife and child had turned to ghouls. Also, he himself turned to a very nasty creature that kind of reminded me of what little I've read about shamblemen. Anyways, the turned scientist nearly killed us all. We were 'saved' by another appearance of the Jager Kavka. He was apparently hunting the scientist. or something... I'm not sure... but after Roshan finished him the hunter took the corpse and disappeared. Either way we survived... thankfully. It would be quite frustrating to die before finishing my device. (Recent events have slowed its progress enough already). On the bright side much of the old scholars resources could very easily be repurposed to my own projects. (it makes the danger almost worth it.... Almost...).

			== <span style="color:red">The Marran Empire</span> ==
			=== 8-1-1859 ===
			==== Arginmarl ====
			==== Dogtown ====
			==== A Whale of a Fail ====
			==== Dogtown II ====

	== Ethasadril ==		== Ethasadril ==

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	The rest of the first floor of the manor seemed rather mundane. There were a few enchanted rugs, that I easily avoided. (Rugs can't really use doors.) The second floor, however, held a real treat. Apparently the Lord Ansel (or Galindann... whoever) has a healthy appreciation for research, and his library ended up being one of the bright moments in this disaster of an adventure. I was stunned by how old, yet preserved the books were. A layer of dust was thick on the floor and shelves, but the pages showed hardly any signs of aging. Which is astounding, because I suspect that there wasn't a single page written later than 200 years ago. What a find! (The magnificence of this room seemed lost on the rest of our band of unfortunate souls, but I could not be swayed, and I combed the shelves for knowledge.) The rest of our group set about doing whatever things they thought necessary to continue, but there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. Looking through the shelves I found a rare work of the physician, Avecin, (the real one, not our silly wizard) that was in excellent condition. I also stumbled across a very old text on shipbuilding. I decided to liberate these two books from this room. (Seeing as they obviously hadn't been touch in years, and myself and Golian would very much be interested in their contents.) After a few minutes, I noticed that the room had gone quieter, and the usual commotion of my companions had faded off. I looked up and noticed them sneaking off higher into the manor and begrudgingly left the library behind to continue on.		The rest of the first floor of the manor seemed rather mundane. There were a few enchanted rugs, that I easily avoided. (Rugs can't really use doors.) The second floor, however, held a real treat. Apparently the Lord Ansel (or Galindann... whoever) has a healthy appreciation for research, and his library ended up being one of the bright moments in this disaster of an adventure. I was stunned by how old, yet preserved the books were. A layer of dust was thick on the floor and shelves, but the pages showed hardly any signs of aging. Which is astounding, because I suspect that there wasn't a single page written later than 200 years ago. What a find! (The magnificence of this room seemed lost on the rest of our band of unfortunate souls, but I could not be swayed, and I combed the shelves for knowledge.) The rest of our group set about doing whatever things they thought necessary to continue, but there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. Looking through the shelves I found a rare work of the physician, Avecin, (the real one, not our silly wizard) that was in excellent condition. I also stumbled across a very old text on shipbuilding. I decided to liberate these two books from this room. (Seeing as they obviously hadn't been touch in years, and myself and Golian would very much be interested in their contents.) After a few minutes, I noticed that the room had gone quieter, and the usual commotion of my companions had faded off. I looked up and noticed them sneaking off higher into the manor and begrudgingly left the library behind to continue on.

	~~== Tiban ==~~
	~~=== 11-6-1859 ===~~
	~~==== The Haraldic Library ====~~
	~~''Excerpt from Golian's Journal''<br/>~~
	~~Location: Two miles East of Nassis<br/>~~
	~~Active party members: Avecin, Gheshtal, Golian, Mavrorgi, Theren<br/>~~

	Our party, weary and bloodied after our fight with the ensorcelled, death-craving Efreeti within a pocket dimension of the Haraldic Library, decided to move forward. My companions had gained the benefits of a short rest after I cast <i>Catnap</i> upon them, and soothed their wound and minds with my harp, giving some healing and respite, but we were still damaged and no where near to full strength. After defeating numerous undead and floating horrors, we explored the full maze within room one, finding nothing but a few additional wandering monsters. Theren, the only member of our party able to open the doors of the Library, opened each of the other two in turn. In one, we found nothing but bodies – in another, the pale body of a local Bishop.

	Here too we discovered the monstrous horror of the Library, a terrible psychic being of tremendous power, that may have been sucking the power out of the souls and creatures within. Knocking one of our party flat for ten rounds with his first blow, we engaged it while fighting off numerous minor minions that surrounded it. A cleverly placed wall of flame blocked its retreat and reinforcements, but all seemed lost when a terrible psychic spell appeared to turn Mav against us. As the maddened light rose in his eyes, a brilliant counterspell cast at the last instant broke the bond, and the horror reeled back in shock! We pressed the attack, and blades and magic missiles brought our foe down at last, burning to a heap of cinders. We bandaged our wounds, respectfully moved the body of the Bishop to the main chamber and continued our research into the mysteries of the Library.

	We were confused by the symbols on the doors and how they related to our quest to find a soul to empower Mav's hammer, and learn more about this god of design. In frustration we attempted more contact with random soul jars, with the same effect as before – persons within the pocket dimensions looked at a light on the wall, saw that it was unlit, and hurled us out with psychic damage. We tried different symbols, and to our consternation found that the mazes were the exact same, no different – save the entry for the chamber from which we had removed the Bishop’s body no longer appeared. During discussions, one of the closed doors was blown open by a spell – but a search of that chamber revealed nothing of note as well.

	Finally, after much thought, as we sat in the main chamber with weapons and instruments disgruntledly cast beside us, Mav had the brilliant thought that perhaps the symbols were more than designations. He was right! They were maps, showing the locations of the correct soul jar for the name we had chosen within the maze. Once the code was cracked, we quickly assembled the three jars from the three names and made our way to the anvil Mav had found earlier, where he forged the dark rapier Nustangaci for me, granting my earnest plea, with the help of 5,000 gold pieces provided by my friends. I will certainly repay the coffers with treasures I find. With his hammer now empowered and my rapier empowered with the soul of my old Mentor, Mav led us out of the Library, where we answered the amazed questions of the local clerics, assuring them that as long as no one entered the Library, no horrors would emerge, and that all could move forward in peace.

	We return to our camp to take stock of our new-found knowledge, and I sit here by the water, writing, more awake than I have ever felt in my life. Energy burns within me, my passions somehow become a tangible force I can feel within my breast. My road has been one of whim and reaction long enough, since my life and family were torn apart almost a year ago – my resolve strengthens, bolstered by the new energy within me. I will no longer be pushed by fate and tide – I will create my fate, forge it with the metal of my soul on the anvil of this mad, dark world. The fisherfolk of the wastes I wandered as a youth had a saying, that saltwater cures all things – be it sweat, tears or the sea. Of shameless sweat I have had plenty, and of private tears I have had enough. My road, now, lies with the sea.

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	== Tiban ==		== Tiban ==
	=== 11-6-1859 ===		=== 11-6-1859 ===
			==== The Haraldic Library ====
			''Excerpt from Golian's Journal''<br/>
			Location: Two miles East of Nassis<br/>
			Active party members: Avecin, Gheshtal, Golian, Mavrorgi, Theren<br/>

			Our party, weary and bloodied after our fight with the ensorcelled, death-craving Efreeti within a pocket dimension of the Haraldic Library, decided to move forward. My companions had gained the benefits of a short rest after I cast <i>Catnap</i> upon them, and soothed their wound and minds with my harp, giving some healing and respite, but we were still damaged and no where near to full strength. After defeating numerous undead and floating horrors, we explored the full maze within room one, finding nothing but a few additional wandering monsters. Theren, the only member of our party able to open the doors of the Library, opened each of the other two in turn. In one, we found nothing but bodies – in another, the pale body of a local Bishop.

			Here too we discovered the monstrous horror of the Library, a terrible psychic being of tremendous power, that may have been sucking the power out of the souls and creatures within. Knocking one of our party flat for ten rounds with his first blow, we engaged it while fighting off numerous minor minions that surrounded it. A cleverly placed wall of flame blocked its retreat and reinforcements, but all seemed lost when a terrible psychic spell appeared to turn Mav against us. As the maddened light rose in his eyes, a brilliant counterspell cast at the last instant broke the bond, and the horror reeled back in shock! We pressed the attack, and blades and magic missiles brought our foe down at last, burning to a heap of cinders. We bandaged our wounds, respectfully moved the body of the Bishop to the main chamber and continued our research into the mysteries of the Library.

			We were confused by the symbols on the doors and how they related to our quest to find a soul to empower Mav's hammer, and learn more about this god of design. In frustration we attempted more contact with random soul jars, with the same effect as before – persons within the pocket dimensions looked at a light on the wall, saw that it was unlit, and hurled us out with psychic damage. We tried different symbols, and to our consternation found that the mazes were the exact same, no different – save the entry for the chamber from which we had removed the Bishop’s body no longer appeared. During discussions, one of the closed doors was blown open by a spell – but a search of that chamber revealed nothing of note as well.

			Finally, after much thought, as we sat in the main chamber with weapons and instruments disgruntledly cast beside us, Mav had the brilliant thought that perhaps the symbols were more than designations. He was right! They were maps, showing the locations of the correct soul jar for the name we had chosen within the maze. Once the code was cracked, we quickly assembled the three jars from the three names and made our way to the anvil Mav had found earlier, where he forged the dark rapier Nustangaci for me, granting my earnest plea, with the help of 5,000 gold pieces provided by my friends. I will certainly repay the coffers with treasures I find. With his hammer now empowered and my rapier empowered with the soul of my old Mentor, Mav led us out of the Library, where we answered the amazed questions of the local clerics, assuring them that as long as no one entered the Library, no horrors would emerge, and that all could move forward in peace.

			We return to our camp to take stock of our new-found knowledge, and I sit here by the water, writing, more awake than I have ever felt in my life. Energy burns within me, my passions somehow become a tangible force I can feel within my breast. My road has been one of whim and reaction long enough, since my life and family were torn apart almost a year ago – my resolve strengthens, bolstered by the new energy within me. I will no longer be pushed by fate and tide – I will create my fate, forge it with the metal of my soul on the anvil of this mad, dark world. The fisherfolk of the wastes I wandered as a youth had a saying, that saltwater cures all things – be it sweat, tears or the sea. Of shameless sweat I have had plenty, and of private tears I have had enough. My road, now, lies with the sea.

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	After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.		After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.

			After some deliberation, our group has decided that the only remaining option for saving Regi's father is to sneak back into the manor and steal the rod. (The only feasible option anyways.) We will spend about a week gathering information, and planning our heist. Hopefully that is enough time, I've never done something like this. Well... I guess we did steal my research back. But that wasn't really stealing, it's mine to begin with.... It was a bit of a disaster too.. but we have more time to plan for this endeavor, so it should go better... I hope.

			In preparation for the heist, I spent some time talking with a carpenter who has done some work on the manor. He seemed like a really nice fellow. Quite proud of his work too (a hallmark of any good craftsman). I spoke some with him about the manor itself, trying to learn anything about its layout or construction. Unfortunately, I did not have many good reasons for loitering in his shop, so after some idle conversation I excused myself. I did learn that he was the architect of those bird cages, (which were obviously not strong enough... but I wasn't about to get on his bad side) but not much else about the manor itself.

			Ultimately, our heist was a failure. At least, for its original purpose. We were unable to find the Rod of Avecin. We did discover a number of other interesting things however (or at least I found them interesting, who knows what the others think). As one would expect, there were many spells and wards that had been placed on the manor. Immediately after we entered the entryway (which was suspiciously unguarded), they slammed shut and a few dozen doves flew headlong into the gates behind us, splattering themselves into an arcane rune. It was a rather gruesome spell that seemed to ward the whole of the manor inside and out. (I suspect that we will not be able to enter or exit the manor through conventional means until that is dispelled.) This ward also seemed to be slowly effecting our souls in some way according to Sceloran. (Never a dull moment.)

			The rest of the first floor of the manor seemed rather mundane. There were a few enchanted rugs, that I easily avoided. (Rugs can't really use doors.) The second floor, however, held a real treat. Apparently the Lord Ansel (or Galindann... whoever) has a healthy appreciation for research, and his library ended up being one of the bright moments in this disaster of an adventure. I was stunned by how old, yet preserved the books were. A layer of dust was thick on the floor and shelves, but the pages showed hardly any signs of aging. Which is astounding, because I suspect that there wasn't a single page written later than 200 years ago. What a find! (The magnificence of this room seemed lost on the rest of our band of unfortunate souls, but I could not be swayed, and I combed the shelves for knowledge.) The rest of our group set about doing whatever things they thought necessary to continue, but there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. Looking through the shelves I found a rare work of the physician, Avecin, (the real one, not our silly wizard) that was in excellent condition. I also stumbled across a very old text on shipbuilding. I decided to liberate these two books from this room. (Seeing as they obviously hadn't been touch in years, and myself and Golian would very much be interested in their contents.) After a few minutes, I noticed that the room had gone quieter, and the usual commotion of my companions had faded off. I looked up and noticed them sneaking off higher into the manor and begrudgingly left the library behind to continue on.

	== Tiban ==		== Tiban ==
	=== 11-6-1859 ===		=== 11-6-1859 ===

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	After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.		After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.

			== Tiban ==
			=== 11-6-1859 ===

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	''Excerpt from Theren’s Journal''<br/>		''Excerpt from Theren’s Journal''<br/>
	Location: Cote<br/>		Location: Cote<br/>
	Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Oskar, Regianna<br/>		Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Golian, Tennebral, Ghestal, Oskar, Regianna<br/>

	The group decided that we should plead with the lord of Cote, Ansel, to use the legendary Rod of Avecin to heal Sammash. Apparently, Golian has some ties with the lord (is there any one he doesn't know, it seems like this guy gets around alot...) In any case we were able to gain an audience with the manor steward. He said he would assist us with sending a message to Lord Ansel. When we arrived at the top of the dovecote we found a magnificent bird. Large and pure white, it resembled a phoenix, and had golden feathers adorning its wings and tail. The bird looked like it was sleeping, and in my curiosity and fascination, I failed to respect the two rocs that were caged and flanking either side. They burst out of their cages. (who built these? honestly... you'd think they might measure the strength of the birds... or magically reinforce the cage to ensure they can't escape.) After some tense negotiations (Oscar can talk with animals.. Neat... woulda been useful back on my parents farm) we were able to coax the rocs back into their cages.		The group decided that we should plead with the lord of Cote, Ansel, to use the legendary Rod of Avecin to heal Sammash. Apparently, Golian has some ties with the lord (is there any one he doesn't know, it seems like this guy gets around alot...) In any case we were able to gain an audience with the manor steward. He said he would assist us with sending a message to Lord Ansel. When we arrived at the top of the dovecote we found a magnificent bird. Large and pure white, it resembled a phoenix, and had golden feathers adorning its wings and tail. The bird looked like it was sleeping, and in my curiosity and fascination, I failed to respect the two rocs that were caged and flanking either side. They burst out of their cages. (who built these? honestly... you'd think they might measure the strength of the birds... or magically reinforce the cage to ensure they can't escape.) After some tense negotiations (Oscar can talk with animals.. Neat... woulda been useful back on my parents farm) we were able to coax the rocs back into their cages.

	After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.		After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.

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	The group decided that we should plead with the lord of Cote, Ansel, to use the legendary Rod of Avecin to heal Sammash. Apparently, Golian has some ties with the lord (is there any one he doesn't know, it seems like this guy gets around alot...) In any case we were able to gain an audience with the manor steward. He said he would assist us with sending a message to Lord Ansel. When we arrived at the top of the dovecote we found a magnificent bird. Large and pure white, it resembled a phoenix, and had golden feathers adorning its wings and tail. The bird looked like it was sleeping, and in my curiosity and fascination, I failed to respect the two rocs that were caged and flanking either side. They burst out of their cages. (who built these? honestly... you'd think they might measure the strength of the birds... or magically reinforce the cage to ensure they can't escape.) After some tense negotiations (Oscar can talk with animals.. Neat... woulda been useful back on my parents farm) we were able to coax the rocs back into their cages.		The group decided that we should plead with the lord of Cote, Ansel, to use the legendary Rod of Avecin to heal Sammash. Apparently, Golian has some ties with the lord (is there any one he doesn't know, it seems like this guy gets around alot...) In any case we were able to gain an audience with the manor steward. He said he would assist us with sending a message to Lord Ansel. When we arrived at the top of the dovecote we found a magnificent bird. Large and pure white, it resembled a phoenix, and had golden feathers adorning its wings and tail. The bird looked like it was sleeping, and in my curiosity and fascination, I failed to respect the two rocs that were caged and flanking either side. They burst out of their cages. (who built these? honestly... you'd think they might measure the strength of the birds... or magically reinforce the cage to ensure they can't escape.) After some tense negotiations (Oscar can talk with animals.. Neat... woulda been useful back on my parents farm) we were able to coax the rocs back into their cages.

	After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.		After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.

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The Striped Curse

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	We know of several options that might cure him. We could take him to the infernal plane and cast remove curse. This is very risky, and the only rumor of how to get back is to ignite fahrstone from the infernal plane. Another option is to find and kill the demon who cast the curse. We have also heard rumors of a magical rod called the Rod of Avecin which is a panacea for anything short of death. Unfortunately it is under lock and key. Finally, we could find a powerful spellcaster who could cast the Wish spell.		We know of several options that might cure him. We could take him to the infernal plane and cast remove curse. This is very risky, and the only rumor of how to get back is to ignite fahrstone from the infernal plane. Another option is to find and kill the demon who cast the curse. We have also heard rumors of a magical rod called the Rod of Avecin which is a panacea for anything short of death. Unfortunately it is under lock and key. Finally, we could find a powerful spellcaster who could cast the Wish spell.
	All of these options sound improbable, but Reggianna has our full support. We will succeed in rescuing him!		All of these options sound improbable, but Reggianna has our full support. We will succeed in rescuing him!

			==== The Heist of Avecin ====
			''Excerpt from Theren’s Journal''<br/>
			Location: Cote<br/>
			Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Oskar, Regianna<br/>

			The group decided that we should plead with the lord of Cote, Ansel, to use the legendary Rod of Avecin to heal Sammash. Apparently, Golian has some ties with the lord (is there any one he doesn't know, it seems like this guy gets around alot...) In any case we were able to gain an audience with the manor steward. He said he would assist us with sending a message to Lord Ansel. When we arrived at the top of the dovecote we found a magnificent bird. Large and pure white, it resembled a phoenix, and had golden feathers adorning its wings and tail. The bird looked like it was sleeping, and in my curiosity and fascination, I failed to respect the two rocs that were caged and flanking either side. They burst out of their cages. (who built these? honestly... you'd think they might measure the strength of the birds... or magically reinforce the cage to ensure they can't escape.) After some tense negotiations (Oscar can talk with animals.. Neat... woulda been useful back on my parents farm) we were able to coax the rocs back into their cages.
			After Golian finished his letter to Ansel, we moved to the great white bird. Its cage was locked with a heavy padlock. I forget who, but someone thought it would be wise to use the knock spell in a tower full of skittish birds. Either way, after a VERY loud knock and a disastrous flurry of feathers, the cage was open and the cote was now empty, save the white phoenix (that's what im calling it for now) and one of the rocs. We quickly recovered from the mass evacuation of doves and Golian asked the white phoenix to take the message to Ansel. With our work seemingly finished we proceeded leave the manor. Unfortunately, this adventure would not be with out its dangers (its these people I swear... maybe they enjoy the fear of death every week). Ansel appeared in the main hall of the manor to greet us, and he was not pleased. He was also not Ansel. The lord's face became cotorted, and then suddenly changed, to that of Galinndan (who I thought was very much dead, having been decapitated by the Jaeger). He struck out in wrath against Golian and Oscar, hissing angrily about them ruining his plans. The magic he unleashed on us was terrible. He pierced Oscar with what looked like a beam of pure arcane energy, nearly destroying him instantly. Obviously, we fled (or I would not be writing this today). It seems we will have to find another plan to save Regianna's father.

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2017-11-05T23:16:10Z

8-1-1859

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	After some conversation with Krif we were able to learn that Lord Shamash has been taken to Doveland by his seneschal in search of a cure. (A solid plan considering how many reputable academies are in that region.) I suggest to our crew that we follow him there as quickly as possible to increase our chances of making the next portal window. Without much difficulty I am able to navigate us through the tunnels that connect the many urban areas of Doveland. We are well on our way at a rather quick pace, which normally would prove difficult for me (I am not the athletic type at all), but I was able to pull through and help us save some time. Of course with this crowd, no good deed goes unpunished, and we were accosted on the road. (You'd think for a group to be able to find this much trouble they must have made a deal with a demon... but.. then again...) We were being tracked by what at first looked like a chain devil, although as we fought it It began to reveal more of itself as the Jaeger Kavka. I was terrified! How had it followed us all the way out here, and why? Why was the Jaeger only looking at me? That seer from the fair said I should have nothing to fear from him. The answer is... I was charmed. Or some other kind of trick, which caused me great fear during the fight. I spent a lot of energy healing Roshan in hopes that he would dispatch the chain devil, and he did. To our great fortune, a gem merchant was traveling the road with us and after we "rescued him" from the devil he shoveled a large amount of his wares in to Roshan's waiting arms. (At least all of this danger has an upside, I can use this money to complete the trombone.)		After some conversation with Krif we were able to learn that Lord Shamash has been taken to Doveland by his seneschal in search of a cure. (A solid plan considering how many reputable academies are in that region.) I suggest to our crew that we follow him there as quickly as possible to increase our chances of making the next portal window. Without much difficulty I am able to navigate us through the tunnels that connect the many urban areas of Doveland. We are well on our way at a rather quick pace, which normally would prove difficult for me (I am not the athletic type at all), but I was able to pull through and help us save some time. Of course with this crowd, no good deed goes unpunished, and we were accosted on the road. (You'd think for a group to be able to find this much trouble they must have made a deal with a demon... but.. then again...) We were being tracked by what at first looked like a chain devil, although as we fought it It began to reveal more of itself as the Jaeger Kavka. I was terrified! How had it followed us all the way out here, and why? Why was the Jaeger only looking at me? That seer from the fair said I should have nothing to fear from him. The answer is... I was charmed. Or some other kind of trick, which caused me great fear during the fight. I spent a lot of energy healing Roshan in hopes that he would dispatch the chain devil, and he did. To our great fortune, a gem merchant was traveling the road with us and after we "rescued him" from the devil he shoveled a large amount of his wares in to Roshan's waiting arms. (At least all of this danger has an upside, I can use this money to complete the trombone.)

			==== The Striped Curse ====
			''Excerpt from Roshan’s Journal''<br/>
			Location: Cote<br/>
			Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Oskar, Regianna<br/>

			We arrived in Cote unsure of how we would be welcomed. We soon learned that, despite Oskar's father being out of town, his servants were still present and willing to help. They pulled some strings, and I was issued a citizenship document. Reggiana was also given a temporary document. While this was exciting, we soon learned that there was some unfortunate news. An entire wing of the local university had collapsed. This was the wing dedicated to biology and medicine. Also, we found Reggianna's father, but he was under constant medical care. A curse had sapped him of his health. There are black stripes across his body that are slowly choking him. He is also missing a leg from amputation. The only thing keeping him from getting worse is a healer named Rashas who is keeping it from progressing.
			We know of several options that might cure him. We could take him to the infernal plane and cast remove curse. This is very risky, and the only rumor of how to get back is to ignite fahrstone from the infernal plane. Another option is to find and kill the demon who cast the curse. We have also heard rumors of a magical rod called the Rod of Avecin which is a panacea for anything short of death. Unfortunately it is under lock and key. Finally, we could find a powerful spellcaster who could cast the Wish spell.
			All of these options sound improbable, but Reggianna has our full support. We will succeed in rescuing him!

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2017-10-16T15:17:24Z

On the Road to Cote

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	Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Oskar, Regianna<br/>		Active party members: Roshan, Theren, Oskar, Regianna<br/>

	After some conversation with Krif we were able to learn that Lord ~~Sammash~~ has been taken to Doveland by his ~~senechal~~ in search of a cure. (A solid plan considering how many reputable academies are in that region.) I suggest to our crew that we follow him there as quickly as possible to increase our chances of making the next portal window. Without much difficulty I am able to navigate us through the tunnels that connect the many urban areas of Doveland. We are well on our way at a rather quick pace, which normally would prove difficult for me (I am not the athletic type at all), but I was able to pull through and help us save some time. Of course with this crowd, no good deed goes unpunished, and we were accosted on the road. (You'd think for a group to be able to find this much trouble they must have made a deal with a demon... but.. then again...) We were being tracked by what at first looked like a chain devil, although as we fought it It began to reveal more of itself as the Jaeger Kavka. I was terrified! How had it followed us all the way out here, and why? Why was the Jaeger only looking at me? That seer from the fair said I should have nothing to fear from him. The answer is~~...~~... I was charmed. Or some other kind of trick, which caused me great fear during the fight. I spent ~~alot~~ of energy healing Roshan in hopes that he would dispatch the chain devil, and he did. To our great fortune, a gem merchant was traveling the road with us and after we "rescued him" from the devil he shoveled a large amount of his wares in to Roshan's waiting arms. (At least all of this danger has an upside, I can use this money to complete the trombone)		After some conversation with Krif we were able to learn that Lord Shamash has been taken to Doveland by his seneschal in search of a cure. (A solid plan considering how many reputable academies are in that region.) I suggest to our crew that we follow him there as quickly as possible to increase our chances of making the next portal window. Without much difficulty I am able to navigate us through the tunnels that connect the many urban areas of Doveland. We are well on our way at a rather quick pace, which normally would prove difficult for me (I am not the athletic type at all), but I was able to pull through and help us save some time. Of course with this crowd, no good deed goes unpunished, and we were accosted on the road. (You'd think for a group to be able to find this much trouble they must have made a deal with a demon... but.. then again...) We were being tracked by what at first looked like a chain devil, although as we fought it It began to reveal more of itself as the Jaeger Kavka. I was terrified! How had it followed us all the way out here, and why? Why was the Jaeger only looking at me? That seer from the fair said I should have nothing to fear from him. The answer is... I was charmed. Or some other kind of trick, which caused me great fear during the fight. I spent a lot of energy healing Roshan in hopes that he would dispatch the chain devil, and he did. To our great fortune, a gem merchant was traveling the road with us and after we "rescued him" from the devil he shoveled a large amount of his wares in to Roshan's waiting arms. (At least all of this danger has an upside, I can use this money to complete the trombone.)