The Salderine Empire

From the Journal of Roderick Usher

Today was trying. The group found its way to the archmage’s tower. When we arrived we were greeted by an empty room, but by exploring the basement we were able to see that a lever to proceed had been locked by some sort of magical crystal. Much to her chagrin, Emthyra discovered that the crystal was magnetic in nature when it slammed her into itself due to her armor. After extricating herself, I noticed an unusual heat coming from it and cast a ray of frost at it. Evidently this worked, as the crystal changed color and reversed polarity, pushing instead of pulling metal towards it. Upon ascending the stairs we encountered three gibbering masses of flesh, Emthyra tells me they are called.. Lemures. We evidently set off some sort of security system. They proved to be rather difficult to kill, all of our attacks seemed to just bounce off of their flesh. Our guide had to come assist us due to our.. troubles with the Lemures.

We decided to retire for the night and attempt the remainder of the tour tomorrow. As I sit here preparing, I find that I mistrust that merchant who sent us on this quest more and more. This area seems to be under siege by dark forces. Ettercaps, large spiders, and more. We shall have to remain aware and prepare better for our next attempt.

From the Journal of Emthyra Berriel

Hello journal,
I apologize for the extended absence; I can’t believe it’s already Mayuary! I have literally had the most exciting past few days. Not only have I made some new friends, I have also been wielding my clerical skills quite masterfully! The new friends I have made are Milu, Argoth, and Roderick. And maybe even Sim. They are all quite different in personality, but they are all very nice…in their own unique ways.

Milu is quite tenacious and spirited, and even has a tiger, Rasharr. They are literally the most intimidating pair I have ever met; very wild and ferocious. I would explain some of their abilities, but I would literally rather chew glass then remember some of the horrors I’ve been trying to forget. All that aside, I cannot imagine getting through some of the battles we have been in without them.

Argoth is very quiet and mysterious, but I think he may be shy. He seems a bit older (or maybe just an old soul?), and he wears a mask to cover his face for some reason, so maybe he has bad teeth? I think it would be rude to ask. He seems to have some inclination to magic, but I have yet to assess his true abilities. He seems to have good soul, and I think we can work together well.

Roderick is a tiefling. He is even red with horns, but still quite handsome! You can’t miss him. He is quite intelligent and wields some incredible magic. He even saved me from a magnetized crystal! I felt quite embarressed being attached to the thing, and it really bruised my boo… chest. It literally knocked the wind right out of me! I did get to return the favor however; when we ran into some lemures, some low level devils, I was able to protect him from evil.

Sim is…well he’s… um, troubled? He doesn’t quite seem to fit in with the group and he makes me very uncomfortable, more so than any other rogue I’ve met. He literally does not know what’s good for him. He seems to put himself in very precarious situations, and I a can’t discern why. It’s not like he’s some evil genius, that’s for sure. Hopefully he will settle down with time and adjust to the party.

Anyway, I have been learning some new things, fighting new monsters, and am seeing more of this great world! Hopefully I am doing my family proud. I will have to write to them now, so with the blessings of Ilmater, I say goodnight journal.

my dyury

i will try sumthing new and rite about stuff. i see the others do it, so maybe there is a point. these are strange peeple i have met. the healing wuman is nice and she smells like lavender and warm grass. the devil man smells like a hot forge but he is not the bad sort of devil and seem kwite clever. they r not pray but they r also not hunters. the small elf theif he is maybe pray. he smells like lies and rashaaar does not trust him so i do not trust him. the nice woman has asked me not to kill him, so i wont for rite now. the other is qyet and wears a scarf over his face. maybe he has scars if he does have scars from battle he shud show them and be proude.

From the Journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 2

Hello journal,
I am quite disappointed with myself. I have let Ilmater down today. Not only that, and I know this may come as a shock to you, but I believe some of my new friends may be more callous than I had originally thought.

In our quest to raid the tower of Hurlan, we had explored the entire space, and I again fell victim to a trap. An iron cobra no less! Will I ever learn? Anyway, we ran into a blue 9’ foot tall demoness of sorts, Xydeka, and I was able to acquire a green robe! It was all very exciting. However, the most exciting find was the Bookonomicon. It is an enchanted tome with the power of speech! I had never known such a book existed.I have taken it upon myself to be his protector of sorts, as I am sure he has no desire to be kept in a library for another 900 years. He can be loud and opinonated, but he has good intentions I am sure.

Upon our exit from the tower, the whole structure disappeared. The Bookonomicon told that Hurlan turned the tower off, or something to that effect. On our way back to Meadhollow, we came upon a group of goblins. They were slain in combat, save for one. Argoth thought it would be prudent to take one hostage and ask it questions about the knolls and kobolds. There is some sort of situation going on between those groups, and he wanted to investigate it further. Upon our return to Meadhollow, I left the group to put my affairs in order and secure my lodgings. Upon my arrival to the wooded glade that the goblin had been left, he was still tied up and under the watch of Rasharr. The poor creature was a snivelling mess, and was finally questioned when I threatened to let him go. Unfortunately, this is where I let down my order. Instead of taking the situation into my own hands and releasing the suffering creature myself, I let my friends proceed as they saw fit. And instead of letting him go when they were finished with him, they murdered him in cold blood. He was a hostage, and we treated him brutally for no reason. I blame myself for this mess, and the matter weighs heavy on my heart.

I am unsure of how to maintain my relationship with this group, as they have shown me how savage they can be. With the exception of Roderick, who was not present when any of this transpired. They show no remorse, no guilt, as if they were just in their actions. Though I let him down, I am praying that Ilmater will bestow upon me insight and reflection on the matter. Should I continue with them at the expense of my beliefs? Or should I disband and hope that another group of travellers will come through, perhaps a party with moral integrity?

This day has left me so exhausted mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. It would be best if I had some rest. So with the blessings of Ilmater, I say until next time journal.

From the Journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 3

Hello Journal,

Despite my feelings towards the majority of my party, we indeed took upon us another mission. Cedrine, the local cleric of Shantea, along with some of her followers, had driven some undead creatures into a burial mound. They had apparently made it into or close to town, and Cedrine would not stand for them near her town. There was much commotion which woke the majority of the townspeople and my party. The majority of the group had made it to the site before me, and Cedrine was addressing the situation with them. She would allow us to enter the burial site, but only if we promised not to remove anything from the dead buried there. I had no problem with this condition, but I knew other members of my party would stop at nothing to grab whatever they like.

I vowed to keep them from taking anything from the sacred burial site. As we descended into the darkness, I took the point position and used the my light spell to illuminate the Bookonomicon. He was less then pleased, but I wanted him to feel like part of the group. We came upon skeletons of varying size and difficulty, ghouls, wights, and more skeletons. While we were able to work together and defeat the said enemies, I still had my own vow to uphold, and I would not allow anyone to touch or take anything. While moving through a room with a deep cistern, the water started to glow purple and green. Roderick, after removing his armor, swam down to see what was there. When he returned, he explained that there was a crystal skull glowing with negative energy. It was more than likely the cause of the undead rising. I then removed my armor and pack, and jumped in to grab the skull. The damned thing injured me, but I was able to destroy it with a healing spell.

While exiting, the party noticed the skeleton of a grave robber. They wanted to take his gear, but I denied them the pleasure. Unfortunately, I am not one to argue with a 500 lb tiger when he wants a backpack for his mistress. At this point, Roderick noticed a sword on the skeleton and asked if he could have it. At that point, I gave in and left the tomb. I explained to Cedrine what we found and what we fought, and made my way back to town. I now have to get ready for the feast and festivities, so with the blessing of Ilmater, I leave you for now.

From the journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 4

I have little time but I wanted to record the events from the last few hours. Due to the irresponsible actions of some of my group members, we had brought a goblin raid upon the village of Meadhollow. The goblins set several areas ablaze and horrifyingly, kidnapped an innocent young girl. As our group set out to aid the village put out the flames, we gleaned information about the goblins whereabouts. We were met the with decision to go fight the goblins or engage in genocide. I chose the former.

As we set off, Melmo joined us. I was at first doubtful of her ability to aid us, but she proved me wrong in my initial assesment. At the goblin camp, we attempted to stealthily enter unseen, and enter an old ruin. However, much to my chagrin, the clanging of my chainmail armor alerted the goblins to our presence. After defeating them in combat, we made our way to the ruins. The doors were barred, but Sim was able to enter through a crack in the wall. Sim was met by two goblin guards, but I was able to break the doors down using my bull strength spell.

We were met with another group of goblins that we were able to vanquish, and we have fortified the ruins so that we may rest. There is an entryway to go underground, and that most assuredly is our next move.

Until next time, may the blessings of Ilmater be with you.

From the journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 5

I will be quick as we have little time to waste. Here are the important details.

1.We have saved the child from the goblins.
2.Roderick fell down a cliff.
3.Rasharr and Meelu have returned.

That is all. May the blessings of Ilmater be with you.

From the journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 6

Oh Journal,
It feels as though it has been months rather than days since I have last written. And though it has been days, so much has occurred. The party has left Meadhollow, and the party has changed.

We are now in Bulver’s Bastion. We ventured here to get our charter signed by Liard, the magistrate of Meadhollow. Since he is never actually in Meadhollow, he forced our hand to complete our charter. After a rather unpleasant and forceful entry into Liard’s home, Sim and Roderick were able to obtain his signature. I disapprove of their methods, as they were foolish and ill advised, but they did get the job done.

I am staying in the Silverfish with the bookanomicon and Roderick.

Argoth is no longer with us. We assume he stole away in the night to attend Scarfcon. We may never know. We are now joined by Melmo, Hou, and Myst. Hou is not the most pleasant person I have ever met, but I am sure we will become friends in time. Myst is…also different. I believe she may be a witch as Argoth was, but she is…a unique spirit.

Oh my yes, I almost forgot! We were transported to a devil filled hellscape the likes of which will haunt my dreams until I die. We again met the she-devil Xydeca, who was responsible for our transport there in the first place. She had marked us as her servants! Who does she think she is marking a sworn servant of Ilmater in such a way? I was horrified at the thought and am still fuming about it. Unfortunatley, hell made me very antsy, and I could hardly think of anything but escape. Luckily, it seems that the wizard Hurlan has taken a shine to us, and pulled us from hell!

Until next time, may the blessings of Ilmater be with us all.

From the journal of Emthyra Berriel, entry 7

Mayuary 18th

We have been commissioned by the Spellswords to track down Ixon Negroit, son of the infamous W. Negroit. He is a necromancer of some talent, and may be the reason behind the scores of undead we have been encountering. He has white hair like myself, so he shouldn’t be too hard to find once we encounter him. We understand he may be accompanied by his sister, also a necromancer, so we may have some difficult days ahead of us. When we found his base of operationson the east side of the lake, we encountered several undead creatures, including a ghoul, some zombies, and a zombie dragon. Unfortunately, the ghoul dealt me some damage,and was more difficult to defeat than the dragon. We came upon sizeable loads of treasure, and there will be plenty to go around. Luckily, we found that Hou and Mystral are very capable team members, and are an excellent addition to our team.

morr wurds to share

dere book,
i have not writed in a while, but i think i need more practis and may bee i will become more gud better if i do that so that is what i am doing. we have new people with us and i am sad i missed seeing hell becuz i dont know if i culd ever see some thing like that again so that makes me sad. i am very angry to because that neck romancer got away. we do not let the prey get away. i must make myself stronger so that i can onher onner make malar proud. some weerd tribe of the tiger gave me a simatar scimitar and it has a plesent black glow that the others do not like. the man called me “ut tigrosh” which i guess means the tiger. we killed the bear people that were attaking him but one tryde to get away and the red man hou cot him and lied to me about killing him. so dav and me killed him. not hou, the other guy. dav is the man from the tiger clan. i do not think it is wize to release an enemy be cuz if they go back to there home, they will bring more and attack. may bee we shud have asked him things first but i think its tooo late for that now unless emthyra can ask her god to ask him some kwestshuns questions. i have bought a dikshunary and i am going to use it to help with my writing but it will take a while. i also got a book with a lot of animals in it that i have never seen before. i use the dikshunary to help me understand the words about the animals. this way when i change, i can becum more things. also there was a dagron but it got away after burning a lot of the city but i am going to kill it and eat its heart in praise of malar.


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