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Deadwinter Day
0521 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 1st day of Alturiak in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
As the sun rose on the festival of Midwinter yesterday, or Deadwinter as many of the farmers call it, all thoughts of the traditional planning for the year ahead fell by the wayside. I myself would not have believed the stories that would have been told if I had not seen it with my own eyes.
Grundar Stonesthrow raised the first alarm, his eyes keener in the morning gloom than most. He admitted later he thought he was dreaming and nearly didn’t raise the alarm at all! Three or four other guards joined him up on the lookout tower at the east gate and looked out into the gorge beyond.
Standing there, still and silent, not even a furlong from the other side of the moat, were five skeletal figures, just staring at the town.
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Clean Tankards
0522 days
Overheard in The Bronze Lion Inn, as Skillet talks surreptitiously to a beleagured customer.
The 30th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
“It’s like I said, y’know. They can talk about plans and initiatives as much as they like tomorrow, but the whole town is gettin’ a bit scared of these goblins, like. Now there’s these ‘kobolds’ to contend with as well, don’t y’know.”
Skillet paused for breath, and concentrated on cleaning a tankard with a grubby hand towel for a moment.
“I’ve got all these tankards to clean, an’ all the good plates and whatnot to sort out, jus’ so the Council can talk about their plans for the future. Well, I tells you, we ain’t got much future if we don’t sort them there goblins and kobolds out. Send Valino in with a few boys, I say, that’ll sort the little buggers out.”
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Kobold Band
0523 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 25th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
The snow shows no signs of abating – it has been a couple of tendays now that it has covered the ground. As fast as Valino and the guards can shovel drifts out of the courtyard to beyond the palisade it comes back, driven on through the night by bone chilling winds. Such snows have never been seen on the Islands, even on the highest peak, and many of the townsfolk are unsure whether to be excited or dismayed.
The cold has been unforgiving, and we have been sorely pressed not to lose any of our livestock, which we try to keep warm and well fed within the boundaries of the town. It makes for interesting noises and smells during both day and night, but at least they are safe.
We do well to keep ourselves within the confines of our walls, however, as it appears the snow and cold has driven fell creatures nearly to our door.
As dawn broke yesterday one of the guards on the eastern lookout tower spotted something odd in the snows not a hundred yards from the gate. When a small party headed out to take a look they found a creature’s body, frozen stiff in the snow. The corpse was brought back into town for investigation, as it was not a goblin, and could help us understand this land further.
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Construction
0524 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 18th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
With snows continuing, and many of our townsfolk becoming restless within the confines of the palisade walls, we have been busy trying to find work for people to engage them and keep them occupied in a meaningful way.
I’m not sure who suggested the idea at the Town Council meeting, but work has started quite swiftly on moving some of the stones from the ruined keep, those said to be charmed with wards of protection, to discreet locations around our walls.
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Protection
0526 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 9th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
Heavy snows are back again in the valley, and even the ocean to the west appears to have a thin film of ice across the top. The cliffs give the bay some protection from the ocean currents, and perhaps this allows the smoother waters to freeze somewhat.
Our activities in the town have really been limited to within the palisades. The Ironshields have all returned from the mine; Aaron Goodberry has shuttered the boathouse and returned to town; and even Gilmorril has retired to a dark corner of the inn to contemplate our surroundings from by the fire.
However, it has given time to Fafnir and Gilmorril to study the stones from the gorge wall. Fafnir seems most concerned about how the wall was constructed – his keen professional eye checking all the minute details of the stonework, his masonic skill finding clues however weatherbeaten the stone may be.
The master mason believes the stone was cut centuries ago, judging by the wear. The stone is very similar to that they have been cutting within their mine, so perhaps another mine exists somewhere along the cliff wall. He appears to be itching to get out to investigate, but the snow hampers him.
Fafnir seems very clear about one thing, though. The stone that we found where Blackengorge now stands, and has been used in founding some of our homes, is not of the same ilk. However, in a startling discovery, almost by accident, it seems that both of the stones do share something in common – a dweomer.
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Moradin’s Aegis
0527 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 30th day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.
It is the last day of the year today, and we have been here on this continent for seven months. We have raised our small town, tamed fields for crops, set traps and nets for meat, fur, and fish, and blessed the land with Pelor’s guidance.
However, there is so much as yet unknown it is almost beyond comprehension.
Gilmorril struck out once more some three days ago as the snows melted, the wall that he discovered still on his mind. Along with him he took Fafnir Ironshield, our resident expert in all things made from stone. He retraced his steps as best he could and came across parts of the wall as before.
They followed the wall north, as Gilmorril and Rindall had previously, studying various parts of stonework that sporadically appeared. Foundations indeed followed the riverbed, although both Gilmorril and Fafnir believe this might even be a dug ditch, rather than a natural formation.
The line of the wall curved slightly and continued all of the way into the cliffside on the northern gorge wall. It appears that the wall was anything up to ten feet thick in places, and there are still remnants of the wall that stand, like lonely statues, up to twenty feet high.
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The Snow Wall
0528 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 22nd day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.
Robin Drakesmellow has made a wonderful recovery, and is already back on guard duty with his comrades. His recovery is nothing short of a miracle, and Pelor must be blessed.
A wonderful side effect of this whole escapade is that we have made some further discoveries about this land we now live in. Maybe this is all the intention of Pelor and greater works are afoot than just our mortal own.
As the year draws to a close, so rightly named the Year of the Ruins Reborn, we have found the remains of yet another structure however strange it may be. As Gilmorril and Rindall scoured the land to the east, about a league or so away, for the herbs and roots needed for Robin’s recovery they literally stumbled upon some more ruins.
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Kill or Cure
0530 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 16th day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.
Thank Pelor for His good grace and guiding arm – Robin’s wound has healed and he is well on his way to recovery. For a couple of days we were very worried that Robin wouldn’t make it at all!
While Gilmorril and Rindall were away searching for herbs, roots, and medicines, Robin gradually succumbed to a heavy fever despite the attentions of the initiates and even His Radiant Servant himself. He was hot one moment, and freezing cold the next, constantly sweating and tossing and turning. Incoherent mumblings and even screams in the night were heard – some of the initiates even said at one point he was speaking in tongues.
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Goblin Disease
1531 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 8th day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.
A few days have passed since the attack by the goblins on the Feast of the Moon. Fortunately there have been no repetitions of the incident in the meantime. However, Robin Drakesmellow, one of the younger of the guards, took a very nasty cut to his leg which is yet to heal.
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Feast of the Moon
0535 days
From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 2nd day of Nightal in the Year of the Ruins Reborn.
Nights are growing longer and the air is getting colder these past few days. Winter is upon us and we have had our first snowfall in Blackengorge. Although the weather grew cold on The Islands in the winter months it was exceptionally rare to get any snow except in the mountains. Here it falls near sea level.
When it started to fall the children were all excited and ran out to experience it. I must admit to being quite excited myself, as this is the first snow I have seen since I was a very young boy. It brought back many great memories.
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