Loudwater
Chronicles
The Deadicated King - Oberron's Journal Entry #1
~ In the wake of Midsummer
It took 34 passes with the saw to remove Pabot’s leg. The sound of metal teeth grating against bone remains with me to this day – a rhythmic displeasure that made me quite thankful for the young man’s screams. Anything to mask that sound. I have thankfully gotten better, and find relief in the fact that it now takes me far fewer passes to finish the deed.
But that sound…
I hear its echoes now as I write this. We were forced to remove the extremity after Pabot had a rather unfortunate run-in with a pack of ravenous dogs. The limb was rendered quite useless, and its mere existence threatened to upset the delicate balance of humors within the lad’s otherwise vital frame. It is what the situation required.
The Deadicated King - Oberron's Journal Entry #2
~ New Year’s lapse
I no longer hear her voice.
Like trying to conjure the ethereal face of a remembered person long gone, the comforting resonance of her speech feels just out of reach. Whenever I do manage to approach that divine presence I instead am shackled by the tremored moans of Eileen. Her pain has now become ceaseless, and without the touch of Ezra’s grace I have only the practice of that oft dreaded science to mitigate her woes. But I fear I am only holding back the inevitable at this rate… and who am I to prolong such profound misery?
Jael has offered what platitudes he can, and speaks of the greater plan of things beyond comprehension, but all I hear drip from his envenomed lips are scalding attempts to provoke my ire.
It is so easy for him when he can still hear that rapturous tone – how different would things be if he too were overwhelmed with the cacophony of that sweet suffering…
Stage Fright - The Perdix Family Troupe
Shirlei Jonest and Krask Perdix found love at an early age. They built a home, and started a family – eventually raising three beautiful children. Though they found many joys together, their idyllic life would come crashing down after an unfortunate accident took Shirlei’s life, leaving the family without their matron.
Try as he might, Krask had an incredibly difficult time rearing their kids alone. Shirlei was the backbone of the family, and a stern disciplinarian. Without her influence, Krask could only watch as their children: Janis, Tyndyl, and Mortabelle found their way into greater and greater mischief. Seeking solace in the music Shirlei used to love to play, Krask decided to unite the family into a traveling performing act and found that, for a while, the venture seemed to bind the family together. As their success and fame took hold however, the youths fell deep into their vices, and began a downward spiral Krask could not seem to halt.
Mortabelle, whose voice was as golden and magnificent as the elegant yellow silk sash she wore around her waist, indulged her pride to outstanding degrees –seeing all those around her as disgusting untalented vermin. It is said that Krask himself had to lead her around most everywhere, since her nose was routinely firmly upturned to an extreme degree.
A slight young woman draped in a cloak as red as the long hair that fell to her waist, Janis the flutist was prone to drunken fits of jealousy infused rage. Being the middle child, she often felt lost between the beauty of Mortabelle and the raw explosive talent of the youngest Tyndyl.
Never without his guitar (or his extravagant feathered cap), Tyndyl regularly indulged his lust for the flesh and found his debauchery nearly as legendary as his musical abilities. Janis and Tyndyl fostered an extreme distaste for one another, and even in the same room would refuse to ever meet eyes and thus acknowledge the other.
As this all continued, Krask had reached his wits end. His faculties were dwindling, he had nearly lost his eyesight and was forced to wear a set of ridiculously thick-rimmed spectacles, and he feared soon his health would fade. Desperate to save his family from themselves, Krask believed the only person capable of righting the family ship was Shirlei. Late one Autumn night, as the family troupe slept heavy after a particularly lively set played that very evening, Krask decided the time had finally come to unite the family together again the only way he knew how…
When his body was found early the next day near the mutilated corpses of his slaughtered children, a note he grasped in the rigor of death held the only known clue at the time to his motives. It was the outline of one last song, a ballad entitled: “The Fruit That Fell from the Rootless Tree.”
A Host of Trouble - Pecora's Note
I have seen a kingdom of dogs, the path laid out in a carpet of white. You will find them there – lead them best you can Pecora. A great and powerful presence lurks, and its darkness will call to them…
For when the sun is driven back, there lies an emptiness, a cavity.
I see it – the pit of ceaseless rage.
To suss the root, seek the Earth.
To quell the night, silence the Moon.
A Host of Trouble - Salvaged Volen Host Logs (Belltower)
(no legible date)
… the watch is irksome with minimal visibility – the forest provides ample cover for intruders. Clearing has been requested, though immediate efforts are on establishing the docks...
(no legible date)
… for the third time this week we have caught locals from the nearby town attempting to sneak contraband to the soldiers inside. All incidents have been reported and the offenders will be severely punished to the full extent of the Host's authority...
(approximately 100 years BP)
… two more fishermen have been spotted before first light encroaching on lake borders. Names recorded and delivered to Host Counselors. Missives have been dispatched.
(approximately 100 years BP)
… with the forest cleared our watch has become more effective, and Hesperdram's encroachment on Volen Host borders has been noted. Emissaries have been requested to restrain the hunts.
(no legible date)
… Geisterfel battle-pilgrims reported a moon cycle early for counsel with Host elders. Lord Jospur has been notified and an increased tower presence has been requested while they are afforded settlement privileges in the North courtyard.
(no legible date)
… incident reported of commotion in Lake Zaffiro, locals and religious authorities have been notified.
(approximately 15 years BP)
... tower reconstruction completed, and first watch noted, forest clearing to resume on the morrow.
(approximately 15 years BP)
… admittance requested for religious emissaries from the Church of Ezra. Notified of strict limits on goods and personnel.
(no legible date)
… the hunts have breached acceptable borders for two weeks straight – Ogel's presence has been noted and reported.
(no legible date)
… watches have been increased due to missing personnel. Mandatory night watches added for all Host rotations. Deserters to be handled severely.
A Host of Trouble - ??? [B1]
(approximately 100 years BP)
Commander Lord Jospur,
You will excuse this missive for excluding the normal formalities of the page traditionally required in situations such as this, but given your increased eagerness for this resolution I am sure you will understand the necessity for the absence.
The Church recognizes your position, and we have witnessed your sacrifices to uphold the righteous needs of the people. Your eagerness for every edge in the good fight is understandable, but we must be careful lest our desires consume our noble purpose. Remember it is they who suffer under the tyranny of the Mist, and it is our duty to stand up against the onslaught and push back the night.
It has been thus decided the artifact shall be entrusted to another. The Church believes it will be better leveraged by someone more closely taught Her word. We welcome you to the temple should you wish to make a pilgrimage and offer your prayers for he who will have the weight of the Ebon Gauntlet thrust upon him.
May Ezra's gaze find you ever in the light and safe from the defilement of encroaching darkness.
~ L
A Host of Trouble - ??? [BA1]
(approximately 100 years BP)
Lord Jospur,
It has come to my attention that my boy has been routinely escaping the safety of the temple to observe the training rituals of your soldiers. With the wolves on the prowl in the surrounding woods I fear for his safety should he continue these bold endeavors.
I apologize if he has caused any trouble, and want to assure you punishment has been meted out. It is my hope there won't be any more of these interruptions for you or your men.
~ L
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(approximately 100 years BP)
Lord Jospur,
I wanted to once again apologize for the great inconvenience to your host – taking the time to bring Revan back to me was going above and beyond the normal call of duty. I thank Ezra your men spotted him by the docks when they did – Revan has been repeatedly told to stay far away from Zaffiro's edge unless I am there (and even then I fear his faculties and physical aptitude leave him quite ill equipped for negotiating the lake).
The boy has clearly developed quite a fascination with your organization – if only I could get him to place half the effort in his studies that he does pretending to be among the ranks of your recruits… He is a special boy to be sure and I know handling him can take a lot of effort and understanding. Your discretion and care with his condition has been admirable, and I want you to know steps have been taken to prevent further incidents.
Your servant,
~ L
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(approximately 100 years BP)
Jospur -
Your envoy sent word and I regret to inform you I still haven't heard back from the Geisterfel regarding your request. Find faith in the knowledge the light will guide them to the proper path.
I am also told that Revan has been a continued distraction to your men, to which I once again can only offer my sincere apologies. That being said I have overheard some frankly shocking vocabulary from him I am afraid may have come from his time near your training grounds – and while I am sympathetic to the nature of the disruptions he can offer, I believe you may want to be sure to instruct your men in more nuanced and controlled means of handling and communicating with my son.
~ L
A Host of Trouble - Doggy Door

A Host of Trouble - Note found with candles
(approximately 100years BP)
Do not forget the teachings of the Goddess, especially the words of Abello – we recognize that these will be dark times for you and your cohorts. Regardless, Her love is constant, and we welcome you all for services whenever you require them. These candles bear one of her most blessed gifts, take them, and may their divine light guide you back to Her, and to us.
Tamor
[in different handwriting]
~ remind Enno to not allow any pilgrims down the mountain path... gifts or no gifts.