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[Eric Blank]

Within a rather bedraggled quire, after many torn-out pages, a steady, practiced hand writes;

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10th Moonstone, 706

I'm Doñas Silenttowers, I'm a bonecarver from the hamlet of Rushreleased. I've chosen to leave. My home is constantly plagued by bandits, they brazenly stroll the streets in broad daylight and do as they please with us. Our lords and their hearthpersons are too preoccupied with their wars to protect us. I don't really have a plan, as far as where to go. I wander off into the steppe, stroll around the monastery where the bandits have taken up residence, and do some fishing in the stream. It's not long before I'm accosted by a recruit, one of the brigands, who tries, with no grace whatsoever, to wade across the stream and demand my surrender. As he approaches the bank, I draw the bronze sword I stole from the keep when nobody was looking and slash at his hand, and while the wound seems quite serious, he doesn't drop the knife he was waving at me. I tried to ask who he was and who he worked for, but he wouldnt even give me that, so I left him struggling to climb the stream bank, shouting profanities at my back, and make my way to another nearby monastery.

This monastery is unfortunately also controlled by a bandit gang, though they seem quite nice. I roll the dice as I pray to Erim, and suddenly everything I own seems, how do I describe it? Better. Like it wasn't made by an old woman with arthritis. I move on, again following the river and catching another turtle. A third monastery again proves to be inhabited by a bandit gang, and I again roll the dice at one of the shrines. I'm not sure, but I feel as if I have been cursed... I eventually arrive in the city of Strifefularmor, an ancient, walled settlement. Night falls quickly, and instead of trodding through the darkness I choose to sleep in the alley between two rows of shops...

I awake to the sound of a cat being skinned, and am confronted by a hideous creature.



As soon as I can scramble to my feet, I start running, and thankfully, a guinneacock distracts it enough for me to duck inside one shop, cross through it to the other side of the street and hide in a different shop. By the grace of whatever god may watch over me, it doesn't follow. I will think twice before skimping on inn services, even if I am within the walls of a city. Then again, I could very well be cursed with bad luck. After a few minutes, once the animals' cries of pain fade into the distance and the clothier, terrified as I am, agrees that it's likely safe to go outside, I make a break in the direction of the inn, and on my way come upon an amphibian man swordsman, Simo, apparently having abandoned his bandit gang. He agrees to share a room with me for the night, as neither of us have enough money. Apparently its tradition among amphibian people to entirely forego the use of furniture?

The following morning I leave, and Simo agrees to come with me on my journey, to a more peaceful land. There's nothing to the south, really, so we go north. Maybe on the other side of the Tundra of Heroes, where the world is warm, maybe there are people with warm hearts, too.


13th Moonstone, 706

After travelling a full day northwards, we come upon a few hamlets completely encircled by monasteries. The monasteries I suspect are all inhabited by bandits, and one of the hamlets is completely abandoned. The people in the inhabited mead halls at least have some information about night creature lairs and I borrow a cloak to replace my rather poorly wool one. We slept their and today we continued further north. We encountered a valley with some boars and decided to do a little hunting. I clocked about five or so and then while chasing one up a hill, I was surprised to hear a monstrous screech and an explosion. Peaking over the hill I witness a terrible monster;



I have no idea what this is, but it is more than ten times my size and possesses powerful fire magic. I carefully creep back down the hill, put a tree between us, and sprint in the opposite direction. I meet up with Simo, and together we start running and dont look back for some minutes. I dont believe the beast is following us.


14th Moonstone, 706

We spent one more night in the woods before finally reaching the hamlet of Speechrags. Some monks here know the name of the beast; a "clear brute;" a demon, one of many apparently, from the underworld released upon the earth centuries ago by the greedy dwarves, a race that no longer exists. They are said to roam all the world now, but are concentrated around the mountains the dwarves inhabited. The demons are said to be undefeatable by mortal men. I worry now, whether peace can ever be found.

Just north of the hamlet is the first monastery I've found which isn't home to unsavory characters. Nothing but wild animals live in "Soldiercradled" as written on the walls. I find a shrine, and roll the dice, and have the same horrible feeling I had last time. I am now certain I'm cursed somehow. Another shrine, also abandoned, seems a fine place to hunt boars again, but in the midst of smacking around some keas, I accidentally swing in Simo's general direction, and suddenly he becomes inconsolibly irate, and takes his leave, threatening to kill me if I pursue. The thought of being cursed weighs heavily upon me, and I feel too uncomfortable to spend the night in the dormatories of the monastery, and instead sleep on the outskirts of Speechrags.

15th Moonstone, 706

I am awoken by a handful of monks walking the edge of the hamlet, and I ask them about my condition and the state of their monastery. They agree I am almost certainly cursed with misfortune, and usually the gods relax their judgement after a week. As regards their monasteries, the stories all vary, but many involve rampaging zombies. It seems the entire world is embroiled in constant war, and nowhere will find me safety or freedom.

I visit the mead hall, where I talk to another monk. turns out this town doesn't engage in trade anymore. They try to insulate themselves, hide from the world. Not a bad strategy, I guess?

17th Moonstone, 706

I chose to head out to the southwest of Speechrags, after lifting a fancy bronze long sword, at least as nice as my short sword, which I cleaned of blood and left in its place. Hopefully they suspect their sword is shorter than they remember, not that it has been stolen. The monks gave me directions to a ruined fortress of the dwarves, which they call Keyconjure. I was assaulted by some wolves, but luckily sustained no injuries and decapitated several of them. If I am cursed, at least it's not too strong a curse. I arrived early afternoon, today, and I sit writing this outside a strange square structure of rock blocks. The roof is coarse stone and dirt, even though the sides are immaculate and too well-fitted for me to climb, and there are no windows. I guess it's some sort of keep. Under the assumption that my curse is very much real and a danger to my life, I will wait outside and observe the place for a few more days...

23rd Moonstone, 706

I'm pretty sure the curse must have passed by now. It's been a boring week eating boar steaks while trudging circles around this monolith. Nothing and no-one has come in or out or anywhere near it excluding myself. The only entrance is at the back, where it's set into the hill. I sneak in, and am confronted with a large open interior, a huge pillar in the middle with doorways on each side. There's a strange building on the west side, with some goods lying around in it. To the east is a wooden and granite building extending to the ceiling with smaller doorways. Inside are some empty barrels stained on the inside. Maybe alcohol? There are also two chests, one full of mugs and the other what must be weird musical instruments. There are chairs and tables scattered around and in the back corner is a stairway leading up, where there are two rooms with a single bed in each of them. Obviously a tavern or inn.

The other strange building has some preserved foodstuffs in it. Weird mushroom-like things, a few meats. There's no way this stuff could still be edible after, what, centuries? I leave it untouched. But, I'm taking a couple fancy battle axes. I also nabbed a beautiful bracelet, which I decided to call The Hare of Beasts. It's mine. The clothes these people wore are quite small but would fit around the waist/shoulders. The monks must be right about the dwarves being a short, broad-bodied race.



There's a ramp going down in the central column-area. Inside is a shrine with some dice. I feel compelled to roll them, but nothing happens. The statue distracts me for a while, not only because it depicts a dwarf, but because of her incredible beauty. Surely this is a deity of some sort. Two more such statues exist below, in two more shrines. The ramps spiral downward for a while before coming to another shrine



Finally, further below, I came to a slightly larger room with a short passage extending out from it leading to a stairway. Below is a room full of junk of all sorts. I snatch a couple that have images on them and continue. There are some rooms full of what must be workstations further down the halls, some with interesting statues of unusual beasts. There are also small bedrooms down narrower hallways, with cabinets full of clothes that fit suspiciously well. I found some fancy pants!



Honestly, I don't see why this place is abando~



I was incredibly lucky here. The beast lay with her back to me, leaning against a cabinet. I feared if I tried to close the door and turn around it might alert the monster. But, her throat was exposed, and taking the initiative, I shoved my sword with all my strength directly into the throat where I figure its arteries must be, and I must have hit gold, because blood instantly began gushing from the wound like a great waterfall. The beast turned to look at me, and smoke and licks of flame began pouring from its mouth, so I ran, as a gout of searing flame bathed the stone behind me, instantly melting it. The beast came crashing out after me, swiping and snapping as I tried to run into the two other doors nearby, both dead ends, but luckily it slipped in its own blood, which allowed me a few seconds to careen down the hall, through one door and another, and quickly shut it behind me. I hear the beast thud against the wall in the hall.



The beast lay dead, and I am suddenly struck by inspiration. I've never work the bones of such a thing before, and once I butcher her, I have enough to make 76 items. I make a nice image of myself from the ball of one hip and an image of the beast slaughtering these people onto the other. and a cabochon from the end of a rib, a bracelet and a ring from the next two segments I cut. I also take three of her fangs.



I can't stay here forever, and the rest of the remains are too heavy to carry. I go back to the main ramps and continue deeper, and the next wide room I enter leads into another chamber with statues and displays. On the floor rests an earring.



I cant leave that behind! It's beautiful! There's also a book regarding the fortress here, conveniently written in commoner script. There is plenty of treasure here, so this must have been an important place. I even find a stack of crossbow bolts, but the metal they're made from is odd. It sounds and looks kind of like iron, but when I grab one of the bolts and wrench it over my knee, it bends, not snaps! Not only that, but the edge can scratch my bronze helm without dulling! I have no idea what this could be, but I take one of them anyway. They are finely decorated. I find a pair of gauntlets of the same material but they're too small to wear, so I leave them in exchange for a very fine shield of this soft, sharp iron.



When I return to the surface, it is dark. Night fell while I explored the keep, but I travel to the stream nearby to rest. I took a slab of the beast's finely marbled flesh to cook for dinner, and honestly it's not that bad. Wish I could carry more.

Things are looking up for the moment!

[Emilovich]

Keyconjured! I thought about going there on my turn, it has the only other library in the world apart from the one in Divedact.

It belonged to one of the three original dwarven civilizations, but like the third one, it was stopped in its tracks early on. And seems like you found out why!

[Eric Blank]

Yeah, but there's no library as far as I saw. There was only the one book down in the nobles hall.

[Emilovich]

Oh, maybe I'm mixing it up with that third Dwarven civ then.

[Imic]

Steel as a rare and forgotten material only found amongst the former homes, now tombs, of the dwarves is an aspect of the world that I think would be interesting to expand on. I must think about that.

[Glloyd]

Nice to see people are still doing these. If it's possible, I'd like to be added to the list.

[Eric Blank]

Steel as a rare and forgotten material only found amongst the former homes, now tombs, of the dwarves is an aspect of the world that I think would be interesting to expand on. I must think about that.

I chose to go with that bc this human civilization is in the far south, keyconjured is the only dwarven settlement they have access to. Donas is a peasant from a backwater farming town, essentially, and his only skill is in bonecarving, barely able to read, so I figure he wouldn't know much about metallurgy or history until this point, and dwarves amount to a fairy tale for most of these people. I stopped to do a double take when I started to write "and I found steel bolts!" Because i realized, would I have a clue what steel was?

In the north around boltspumpkin and the mountain range there I imagine people think more about the dwarves and their legacy of unleashing demons upon the world, and so maybe their crafts and steel, as well. But yeah, even there it would be extremely rare and valuable.

More coming tonight or tomorrow probably. I already butchered a night creature and dozens of wild animals on the way back to civilization.

[Timeless Bob]

Since dwarves are the known culprits of unleashing the demons on the world plus they aren't around any more to offer a dissenting view (they're turtling in their secret keeps, away from the surface world), then would dwarven metallurgy suffer a kind of stigma by association too?  Steel and candy might become this fairy tale metal that "everybody knows" also attracts evil.  Adventurers are considered either brave or foolhardy to wear or own stuff made from these materials, and if they or their companions come to sticky ends, it's obvious they brought it on themselves wearing or owning "Dwarfbane".  Incidentally, bringing Dwarfbane (I'm suggesting this as the new name for steel and candy items), into a castle or someone's home is considered rude, as if you are bringing a plague in to their homes.  Evil is contagious.  Perhaps the only way to cure Dwarfbane is to wash it in the blood of the very demons that it summoned (which handily gives anyone with steel or candy items a ready made quest to "uncurse" thier Dwarfbane items.) Of course, bringing back the skull of a demon as proof that the Dwarfbane has been uncursed would be important.  Otherwise, how would anyone know?

[Glloyd]

Maybe for the northern civilizations, but all those humans in the south don't have access to any other races, and seem to be flourishing (5 cities of # size that I can see vs. 0 in the north). So as Eric pointed out, its more likely that they just wouldn't even know what those materials are.

[Eric Blank]

You finish reading the journal;

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25th Moonstone, 706

After travelling for more than a day north, I take a break to swim in the estuaries where a great river meets the Sea of Blades. After some relaxation, I have come to a new conclusion; I am capable of ridding the world of great evils. The gods will not, the lords and kings will not, but I can, so I will. The traveled monks claim bandits and monsters roam all the world, so I clearly cannot run and hide. I will fight. But I must become stronger. I will hunt, I will fight toe-to-toe with the beasts of the wood, and then I will kill.

26th Moonstone, 706

I spent the entire day wandering the woods, killing every animal I came across. Eventually, I noticed shapes in a valley before me; a standoff between a hammerman and a night creature, eyes locked, both apparently unwilling to make the first move. Instead, I do. The battle is fierce, I grow tired from parrying blows, but eventually I shatter its ankle and slash its arm assunder, causing it to drop its knife and fall over. From there it is only a few dodged swipes and unsuccessful strikes at its torso before I manage to decapitate it.



The hammerman has fled by this point.

26th Moonstone, 706

After returning to Speechrags, I explain the situation to the lady Iddim Kupekwur. She advises me that there is also a giant in the cave of Mouthscar the Strangled Riddle. On my way I encounter two men in the woods. They attack me, and after some dirty fighting, I manage impale one through the heart and decapitate the other despite lying beneath him. I encounter, am attacked by, and kill a third and fourth traveling south from the monastery of Showgrand. Obviously this is a major bandit hideout, so they must be killed.

After storming the dormatories and dismembering the crossbowman and pikeman on guard, and three more wrestlers, I finally chase down the last bandit in the woods not far outside. The master which one of them claimed to serve, Belza Ritespoons, doesn't seem to be present. Perhaps he's out on an erand.

Continuing eastward I again encounter another bandit wandering the woods, and slay him after learning he serves a different leader; the commander Ori Facewill. Some dingoes also harass me, but at this point I just don't care enough to chase them all down.

28th Moonstone, 706

Early in the morning, I manage to stumble into the camp of Ori Facewill, called veilthimble, and his band of brigands, The Dimpled Heavens. There are two guards, only one of whom puts up a fight, while Ori and a lasher sleep. The gang is dead. Nearby is the castle of Sensedstopped, home of the Captain Borik Greenveiled, who seems a nice enough fellow, if a bit hairy.



The place is littered with books. I feel compelled to read them all, but I dare not steal from the greatest collection of knowledge I've ever imagined. However, Borik tells me there may be an even greater hoard far to the north: Boltspumpkin, where a "museum" is organized. Something that stores historical knowledge, I guess. I told the story of my slaying of Faci, and explaining my intent to slay the giant in the nearby cave, he graciously loans me two of his best men; Slenshi the swordswoman, and Amsir the spearman.

As I leave I notice a dead man lying by a tower; Senshi informs me this was Gast. She doesn't know how he died, but this puts into persepective why there was some tension among a couple soldiers in the keep. The cave entrance is literally around the back of the keep, and after a short trip into the depths, chopping up some large rats, and admiring the junk lying around, we encounter the giant.



Senshi got the last blow, so takes the title of giant slayer, but I once again got a lucky strike on the giants' throat. Even if the fight had gone badly for us, the world would have been a little bit safer. The giant carries three important relics:



Below this chamber is a network of bizarre caverns. What may have once been a gentle slope descending into them has become unnavigable thanks to a tree of unnatural wood with yellow bark. It has no leaves, but pustules in the bark release little puffs of brown dust when the branches are disturbed. I must climb to reach the floor of the tunnels, which is covered in strange moss and tiny mushrooms. There is even a giant mushroom, pure white, pressing up against the walls of the surrounding rock pillars. I become trapped in an enormous spider web, and suddenly remember, I have no idea what this place is, it must be inhabited by enormous spiders, probably other horrible things. Ignoring a faint glow from some of the fungi on the walls it's pitch black and even with a torch I can see almost nothing. I return to the tree, climb back up, and together with the others return to the surface.

Back in the castle, I report the events to Borik, and leave him some trinkets I recovered, inlcuding the shoe. The soldiers agree to continue travelling with me, and we head north to a road connecting the towns of Scarletbronze and Streammartyred, and head west towards Scarletbronze.

1st Opal, 706

Scarletbronze is enormous. There are no taverns, though, and almost every shop is a general goods or clothing imports store. I instead head to the keep, where I stumble upon a great party of royalty and religious figures. I tell them the story of my slaying of the dragon, and after a brief discussion, they award me the title Doñas Silenttowers the Ominous Hoary Zenith. I am honored, officially a Knight of the lands of The Realm of Silver, and my tale transcribed into legend. I could ask for little else besides title to land, but I do not know where I want to live. And I still want to visit this Boltspumpkin.

We wander the town a bit, and I stop by a shrine to seek the gods' wisdom once more. They bless me with a week's good fortune. But in one of the adjacent shops I hear fighting, and inside I witness two merchants apparently having a domestic dispute? There's nothing I can do about that short of murder, so we leave for a nearby Monastery, where a Captain Mim Couragestoke tells me about some manner of evil going on in the fort of Tressedgarnish a day's travel east. As we're about to leave, one of the soldiers says some inappropriate things to Slenshi, which prompts her and Amsir to murder the man in a short fight. I of course take the initiative to leave.

We stumble into a lair a short walk north, and inside we encounter another shadow creature, like the one I slew last week. Slenshi whispers its name to me; a great title



Nula (Bury) Umbragrave the Night of Tunnels, a known killer of many men. The beast hears this, or perhaps senses its name being intoned. It turns and rushes down the narrow corridor in which we stand towards us and immediately assaults Senshi's face, tearing a nasty gash in her lips and left cheek, and knocking out many of her upper teeth before I can slash its ankle and finally decapitate it. Slenshi is in terrible pain. I helped stitch up her cheek and lip, hopefully it won't become infected.

2nd Opal, 706

Spent the night outside the lair, rather uneventfully. We set out east again towards the suspect fort, but before we arrive we encounter a bandit camp. We slaughter them all without mercy, and besides Amsir taking a nasty wack to the ankle and a bad bruise on my shoulder, we are unharmed. At the fort, though, we find nothing particularly interesting. The "Overlord" as he calls himself hosts a large cadre of soldiers as well as some service staff such as butlers and chefs, but there's nothing unusual about this lot that can't be said of any other. What they could possibly be doing that is so abhorrent.

We travelled south into the city of Streammartyred, another bustling center of trade. There are local goods shops here and even a tavern. I also saw a goblin. There unfortunately was little reason to remain there aside from having a drink. We kept moving until we arrived at the hamlet of Rushpelts around dusk, and encountered a group of brigands surrounding the town well. I chose to kill them all. We spoke to the lord of the town, Thur Gorgedroplet, and after telling the host of our collective exploits, I asked if we would be candidates for hearthperson-hood, purely out of curiosity. Thur immediately declared me his hearthperson. Not what I meant, so after spending the night we walk out before anyone else awakes.

3rd Opal, 706

We visited the town of swordgleams. We immediately approached a small group of people. Suddenly one transformed into a hideous beast! And then well over a hundred warriors emerged from the snow surrounding us! And they started killing each other!



I used the confusion to flee from the ring of warriors, and ran towards a building, only for the door to swing open revealing it to be chock full of warriors as well!



Every building was full of bandits!



The men that ambushed us chased us through the streets. We escaped, and I've decided we're never going to Swordgleamed ever again.



From sites and pops;

69: Thillecit, "Swordgleamed", town
   Owner: The Feed of Style, humans
   3062 humans - all bandits!?
   2 goblins - bandits
   2 human visitors - BANDIT SPIES
   73 human outcasts - bandits
   75 goblin outcasts - bandits

5th Opal, 706

We encountered some bandit gangs in various hamlets and killed them all. Not everyone appreciated this, but nonetheless the world is a safer place. We also visited a fort, Martyrmurdered, where we arrived just in time to stop the rampage of a weremoose that found its way into the keep.



This was the last we'd see of the civilized world before we crossed the Tundra of Heroes, necessary to reach Boltspumpkin. The tundra is incredibly flat, one can see for many, many of miles whilst it is clear. The only thing which can be seen is a strange structure to our north-west



Slenshi tells me this must be the fabled Combinedsight, a place rumored to be home to a great evil. If that is true, it is our duty to remove it from this plane. As we approach, we see there are many disconnected towers of various builds, but one stands out. We approach from the east, nearest this greater structure. Kobolds come pouring out of neighboring towers. They are in various states of decay, clearly undead. This is the lair of the dreaded necromancer! Inside the greater tower are other hideous monsters.

I decided it may be smart to talk to them first, and indeed this creature, however monstrous, is intelligent, and informs me it is in fact a soldier of the captain Aba Fondledred. His name is Olongö Vileravens. I speak to several of the other necromancers, and discuss our journeys and exploits thus far. I read several of the books here, most are about the tower or the necromancers, but one of them, Mysteries of Bereavement, stands out. It reveals to me the greatest secrets of our time; how to attain immortality! I am both shocked and amazed. But I know, in the back of my mind, the stories of rampaging zombie hordes must be true, if the necromacers, too, exist. I suppose I must admit, now I understand how life and death really work, I am truly, I'm not sure how to put it, more contented with my place in the world? Alas, I don't know if I would be capable of slaughtering these people either.

We decide to leave, Slenshi's shield hand had been badly cut by one of the undead kobolds, but I take the book with me. Slenshi and Amsir cannot read, and I cannot put into spoken words, somehow, what the book contains, so they will have to suffer their mortality for now. We will continue the journey northward, perhaps the museum has use of this. We camp in the tundra again and although I take first watch, I forget entirely about sleeping. I also realize I did not eat supper, nor am I particularly thirsty, although I indulge in some of the wine I brought regardless. One of the necromancers mentioned the nearby fort of Stockadeoutrage, built recently by surviving dwarves!? I cannot pass up the opportunity to meet the fabled, supposedly extinct race? What wonders could they teach us?

7th Opal, 706

I admit we spent another day in the tundra hunting polar bears for sport, but when we arrived at Stockadeoutrage we find it destroyed! Several dead Soldiers of Aba lie on the ground, we encounter an undead muskox, and finally, a necromancer. They attacked and destroyed the settlement and slaughtered its people. This cannot be forgiven, and although the necromancer attempts to flee, I strike him down. Near the nearby peak we spot a walled structure, this must be where the dwarves lived. I am amazed to find one of the dwarves alive! Her name is Beri Alron Moss pickvessels, and she is captain of the guard of this fortress. I explain to her our accomplishments, and express my desire to become one of the guardians of this place. She accepts! I am overjoyed, now, to be among such venerable people. The dwarf is indeed very short, wide, more muscular and fatter than a human would normally be. She has a deep voice, long pale taupe hair in a braid, raw umber eyes, and pale chestnut skin.

The fort appears surrounded by a moat of lava from the nearby volcano! It would be impenetrable, if only the walls on the hillside had been completed. Inside, I find the ruins littered with corpses. There are various goods lying around, what seem to be farm plots just inside the mountain, where a large room is carved out. It leads through a series of bizare passages to workshops, storage rooms, some sort of dining area? Most every surface is smoothed out, not rough stone. Then in one room I find what may have been a mural of some sort, but the subject matter seems to have been erased. A very well-designed inscription of the piece's title and author's name survives, but little else.



Below is what must be some sort of metal smithy, fueled by lava? The downward passage nearby is a dead end, not even fully smoothed. Here must be where work stopped. Back in the dining hall, I enter a brewery, but am confronted here by a strange creature:



It's easy enough to dispatch, but spits molten lava! I show it to Beri, and she gives it a name; ònuldesgir, which means Mirrorgoad, responsible for one Imishi Kudust Paddleticks' death. Alas, Beri is alone here, but takes her duty seriously. She implores me to go north, find someone, and inform them of the dwarven races' desperate need for aide. I must continue onward. Sadly, while I believed I had the power, it appears I cannot resurrect these fallen. And so this place will remain their tomb. I record some of this place's history in the only way I have any real skill in; bone figurines, which I'll deliver to the museum in time.

A cougar attacked us in the night while the others slept, so it only felt appropriate that I use her bones, and cook her flesh for breakfast.

9th Opal

Today We encountered a goblin pikeman, a bandit, in the woods. Since he attacked us first, we slew him. We also encountered a sasquatch, one of those freakish beasts that resembles a giant human covered in dense fur, and slew it as well.

11th Opal

As we camped in the woods last night, we were attacked by dingoes. I awoke the others just in time to join battle, and thankfully none of us were hurt. There's a shrine nearby I'd like to investigate.



This journal was delivered to the museum by one Slenshi Saviormutes, giant slayer. With it she delivers the news that Doñas Silenttowers the Ominous Hoary Zenith is dead, burnt alive after slaying the deadly taiga titan Ozob Noxron Umstosslexsmul. Although he threw his backpack and other goods across the shrine, she did not think to recover them, and took only the journal as he ordered her to proceed to the museum.

So yeah, probably going to spend my last three days making a fort somewhere. Will probably post a save sunday night

[Luckyowl]

Actually a bit of dwarven culture is still alive. The Walled Dyed goddess of war and victory, Kezat. Has composers of all races composing to her likeness. So most definitely they know  what steel is. Of course maybe  centuries of not being in contact with real dwarves and the possible chance for storytellers  to dramatized steel mightve distorted  the facts about steel. But that aside. Seriously, Kezat is really popular in this world. It honestly remind me how western  society is still fascinated by greek and norse gods.

[pikachu17]

Actually a bit of dwarven culture is still alive. The Walled Dyed goddess of war and victory, Kezat. Has composers of all races composing to her likeness. So most definitely they know  what steel is. Of course maybe  centuries of not being in contact with real dwarves and the possible chance for storytellers  to dramatized steel mightve distorted  the facts about steel. But that aside. Seriously, Kezat is really popular in this world. It honestly remind me how western  society is still fascinated by greek and norse gods.

I don't see why Kezat being still talked about would automatically mean steel is still known.
I suppose steel might have be talked about like it's tough as adamantine. Gods know what they think of adamantine.

Actually, no one has gone to a bandit camp, have they? It's not uncommon for bandit camps to have steel equipment even if they aren't dwarves. Might change if they're isn't a dwarven civ around though.

[Luckyowl]

Really it's just speculation. To me, I just assume an early composer describe Kezat to be wielding a steel spear. Causing future composer to include steel spear in their songs. In consequence, since human's knowledge of steel mostly relied on these musical form. All it takes is for legendary storytellers over the years to weave a dramatic tale of what steel is and a myth is born. I wouldn't be surprise if they think Kazat created steel.


Funny fact: The realm of Sliver was ruled by a reanimated kobold in 50-53. It was ultimately killed by a Roc. XD. Honestly how did the little thing was able to gain power? I swear dwarf leaves so much to be desire.

[Eric Blank]

Actually, no one has gone to a bandit camp, have they? It's not uncommon for bandit camps to have steel equipment even if they aren't dwarves. Might change if they're isn't a dwarven civ around though.

I did slaughter a couple camps but i didnt pay any attention to the loot...

[Emilovich]

I'm not so sure steel has become a forgotten material. I met several adventurers hanging around at bars in Divedact sporting steel armour. Perhaps no-one knows how to make it, but it seemed to me it couldn't be an unknown at least. Perhaps in the southern Realm of Silver they haven't heard about it, seems to me it has remained quite isolated throughout history.

And regarding the demons, I don't think they got much further than the old dwarven kingdom and to the borders of the High Confederacies. The great evil in this world is the necromancers who almost wiped out everything. Most of them were dwarves, so it would make sense if dwarves were associated with hidden, evil knowledge in general. So would make sense with the dwarfbane concept!

By the way, Eric's adventurer is probably the most successful one so far! A shame he joined the dark side