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Blackengorge Tome

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I will be starting to add a few pages of background information for Blackengorge in a wiki/encyclopedia format over the next few weeks.

The first one is going to be centered upon The Islands, where the players have started the game, but will gradually increase this to include Blackengorge itself and the surrounding areas that the players have discovered.

Entries will start small, but will grow! Honest!

The Earth-Fire Forge – Prentice Pieces

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In the Smithy of Caldring the Elf
The evening of the 14th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

Caldring slammed the door of her own smithy firmly shut behind her, striding over to her anvil. Her cheeks hot and flushed, she beat her fists down onto the smooth metal for a few moments until her anger had dissipated. The turn of events on this evening had turned her world upside down.

She was mostly angry with herself for acting so rashly and embarrasing herself in front of the Council and the new adventurers. She was also quite confused and doubting her own knowledge and feelings.
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Lake of Mists

The Earth-Fire Forge – The Isle of the Mists

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 14th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

After months of steady progress of the town, and the annals being recorded every tenday or so, I now find myself scribing every night by our ever decreasing number of candles and limited ink. The adventurers play their part in this flurry of activity, with barely an hour passing without incident that it is in our best interests to record. Only this morning two of the adventurers set out to the isle in the middle of the lake of mists and found something more than worthy of our records.

Yet again one of their number, Tradden, was keen to relay the tale to me, so that I could scribe.
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Bog Barrow

The Gloom Marshes – The Bog Barrow

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 13th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

At last I am able to complete the adventurers’ tale of the marshes, a full ink-pot and new candle ready. The thrill of their exploits – travelling into the wilderness and vanquishing skeletal abominations and ghouls alike – excites me and yet I wonder if I would be so brave in the same situation. I have some martial training, but I would imagine nothing can prepare you to fight unknown monstrosities.

Still, their tale must continue. With an injured Caldring, Khalin the dwarf and Tradden the warrior needed to find shelter, and quickly.
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Sodden Ghoul

The Gloom Marshes – The Marsh Ghouls

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 13th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

With morning light granted by Pelor I am able to continue my transcription of events within the Gloom Marshes, as they have been called. Tradden’s story is still fresh in my mind, even after a sleep, and I must set it down in text lest I begin to forget.

The trio of Caldring the Smith, Tradden the young fighter, and Khalin the dwarf had set off for the marshes to find raw materials for Caldring’s smithy. However, they had encountered skeletons rising from the depths. Although they had defeated the monstrosities, they had lost Caldring in the mists.
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The Gloom Marshes

The Gloom Marshes – Skeletons of the Depths

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 12th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

It is astounding how quickly we are finding out more about the countryside around us now we have the impetus of adventurers in the town. Within a mere few days they have found catacombs under the mausoleum and now they have explored the marshes to the east.

However, in both cases they have encountered monsters and horrors that we seem ill prepared to defend against, and it heightens our resolve to learn more and ensure we are ready for anything. My role is to transcribe anything of interest that is found, and fortunately one of the adventurers, Tradden, is more than willing to recount their exploits so they can be recorded and studied to help us in the future.

Exploring the marshes, surprisingly, seemed to be the idea of one of our own – Caldring the Smith. Gilmorril the Scout had been there before and reported sightings of broken carts and ironmongery trapped within the marsh’s grip, and Caldring wanted to use these as raw materials for her work. Gilmorril had warned that the skeletons that had approached the town – and presumably the ones that the adventurers had faced within the mausoleum – may have come from the marshes, but it didn’t appear to daunt our smith. It seems that some of the adventurers were only too willing to assist her.
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Visitors!

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 10th day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

I write this in the late hours by candlelight in The Bronze Lion where much cheer and relief are mixed with so many other emotions. Not only have our two missing sons been returned to the town safe and well, but we have our first visitors to our town, as adventurers have made the crossing from The Islands to the Old Continent!

As always, as it seems with out little town, the cheer and joy is mixed with trepidation and sadness. It seems that the adventurers have had quite a tale to tell.
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Boys Will Be Boys

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Overheard in The Bronze Lion Inn, as Skillet talks surreptitiously to a beleaguered customer.
The 9th day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

“Well, there’s going to be no cloth made at this rate,” Skillet stated across the bar, cleaning a tankard absent-mindedly. “Matilda and Effie are worried sick about their boys, and furious at the Council for not doing anything yet.”

The little halfling put down the tankard on the bar area and glared at it studiously. Deciding it needed further attention he picked it up once more and resumed his ritual cleaning, continuing his rather one-sided conversation.

“Boys will be boys, and Offa and Bailey do work hard on the fields, so they are allowed to have some fun from time to time, but they’ve got their mothers worried that’s for sure. I’ve heard this ain’t the first night they’ve spent outside the walls, neither, but two nights now? With all these goblins and kobolds and worse abroad? They’ll need a good spanking when they get back. Me Old Uncle wouldn’t stand for it, y’know. He’d have those boys in line, and no mistake.”
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The Burial Site

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 25th day of Alturiak in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

The town was a hive of activity and hubbub yesterday with many a story told and retold at Rindall’s return. He was alone, without Gilmorril, and quite badly injured and exhausted, but his stubborn dwarven nature would not allow him to rest until after he had reported back to the Town Council about the path to the east.

Fortunately, I was party to the Town Council meeting to keep notes, so I have a first hand account from the paladin, and do not have to rely on the second-hand gossip, mainly from the barkeep Skillet, that is causing such a fuss around the town.

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Lay of the Land

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From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 10th day of Alturiak in the Year of the Sudden Journey.

Over a tenday has passed since the strange skeletal abominations were seen outside the town and we have still not managed to track where they have come from, or where they have gone. The snows have finally ceased and most has melted away, but still we struggle to find any conclusive tracks or signs of their passage.

Gilmorril’s best guess is that they have come from some marshland at the far end of the lake. He says he finds the marshes an eerie place, swirling with mists and ready to drag the unwary traveller down into icy pools of water. A pallor hangs over the place, sounds become muffled, and directions hard to fathom.

For now, we will just have to remain vigilant, and we have extra guards on duty patrolling around the palisades, even at night, to keep watch for any strange activity.
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