I must use all of my resources to avoid being detected by them, so I can only give the minimum amount of protection for this record. I never spend the night in the same place, I am always on the move and I find myself always looking over my shoulder. They believe themselves betrayed, but it is I who was betrayed. Let be known that if it is you or your agents reading this, that your practices are foul beyond understanding and I write this in the hopes that should someone else find it, it will expose you to the light you so fear. Even if I have failed in this task, you shall find my shade not restless, but ever pursuant. The seas are getting rough. I shall write again later.
After arriving at East Watch, I was easily able to secure discrete lodging. The sheer number of secrets in this town is astonishing. I was able to coerce the dock master into hiding me, as I had my pick of despicable vices in which to exploit. I see layers upon layers of influence here that leads me to believe that these people are being driven to such foulness by some higher force but the subtlety is masterful. Nevertheless, my mission takes me to the next kingdom and I haven’t the time to ferret it out. I’ll be glad to be gone from this foul place. I see the goddess is unmerciful in her charge and she will drive me through every human sewer to see it done. I must be strong. I’m sure the dock master will be able to secure me another boat to Allshine.
…Skipping several entries covering her three week trip from Emperor’s City to Treehaven to Candlestick.
Forth to Last Entry
I have arrived in Candlestick and already I do not sense the taint of the undead here. The darkness I seek is further north, but I feel like I am close. It is no wonder that the dead have not found a clutch here, for the Light from the Temple is unwavering in its strength and its protection. It makes me a little homesick to see a Temple so common in the southern sands that I traveled. I went inside and it’s beautiful even in this backwards place. Even though it is the opposite of my nature, can I not still appreciate its virtues? It’s no wonder that this town’s demons assault it so, for the foe Candlestick faces does not fear the Light, though they do not travel in it. It is the Silver of the Moon that truly protects this town night after night, though they do not even appreciate what worse things could be lurking below the graves if it were not for this Temple. So am I off to trade the wolves of Arrowfell for the Boar’s of Darkwood.
Third to Last Entry
The land is harsh and wild and I do not envy its people. There is a type of corruption here that is faint and deeply rooted and I think the land fights back. Certainly this vast Lumber enterprise is doing great harm to the natural energies of the land, a land already wild and unstable. I see the signs of the earthquakes everywhere and while they are beautiful, the power they imply is a little frightening. The dragon sighting still has me shaking when I think of it. There’s been no verified sightings that I know of in my lifetime and while the people here say that dragons are a part of their history for as long as people have told stories, actually seeing one was as much a surprise to them as it was to a southern-born like me. I wonder where it was going and from whence it came.
Second to Last Entry
I have arrived in Boar’s End at the edge of wilderness. I’ve spent the morning learning the way of this small town and wilderness beyond. I’ve already eliminated one false lead, though I know the darkness is nearby. The necromancer here is an amateur in his arts and his goals are merely selfish and obsessed. The dead ones I seek have a much stronger power worthy of the dark lord they follow. I worry about this village as I detect so many forces pulling it every way. If I cannot find the source of the undead here, I fear that the other challenges facing this place will keep it from being able to defend itself when the dead finally seek the living.
I have heard of a nearby place called Arch where powerful protectors live. The people here say that their soldiers are magically powerful warriors who can take on whole armies of goblins single-handily. So I traveled today along the north road to see if I can find this place and I was surprised to find my way barred by powerful magic. It seems the truth of these stories are revealed. But already I think I see a way through. These soldiers must not be wizards themselves but aided by powerful masters because a key exists that will let one through the mists. Though I do not possess such a key, I believe that I could convince the mists otherwise. It will take some time in the woods studying the mists. I’m leaving my diary here while I camp in the wilds.
Written in ancient Golden Tongue and translated by Spring. His notes can be found in the following adventure log.