Journal Entry 1
This year has been called the Age of Change and the Orb has been secured in the hands of Allya and is now safe from that tyrant Shaitan. With the help of my other friends, the Temple of the Red Lords has been formed. And with the blessings of our God, Reann, we are now capable of protecting the lands once again.
But it is a sad time now, for the Gods must leave their home, our home, because if they were to go up against Shaitan again, the lands would be torn apart more so than they have already been. But we know this will not be the last time we hear from Shaitan.
Journal Entry 2
The Flows
"Be thee wary of the flows." I have yet to learn about what they really are, but be wary of the flows for they have magical gates within. They have been showing more and more in our lands. Many steal your strength or worse. Others steal your mind. To many times through these magical gates, one can find themselves babbling weaklings.
But there have been rumors of gates sending the one who stepped within to a land far from our own. If these are true, I do not know. Yet I beseech Reann, guide me when the time comes when I must face one of these flows.
Journal Entry 3
The Servants of Shaitan
The lands have grown dark once again. The weather is changing, but many cannot tell if it is by natural causes or by means of the Evil One. I have been sent by the others to retrieve armor, Armor of the Beserker, by the Captain of the Guard and by the dreams sent to me by our beloved God, Reann.
And now I must make my way to the Ruins of Nof-Keh, where adventure awaits not only me, but also my traveling companion from the Lords of Chaos. By Reann, I beseech him to guide me safely through these new lands.
Journal Entry 4
Navigators are strange ones indeed. Their prices, above and beyond but they travel that dreaded 'flow.' My travelling companion is a man who's past is as strange as my own. Perhaps his God, Taws, and my own God linked our destinies together. Perhaps this is the way of the Gods to defeat Shaitan once again without their direct intervention.
If that is so, then I will have to trust this human who disguises himself and manipulate the Flow of Essence. By Reann, I beseech him to guide my travels and guide my axe when the time arises.
Journal Entry 5
We have traveled long during these last few days and now we are preparing to board a boat. I do not like this idea but it is the quickest way to get to where I need to go.
The seas are treacherous, all manners of creatures have laid waste to the boat, but with the guidance of Reann, he led 'my' crew and me to the Port City of Al-Nar. This wasn't the first of mysterious places Reann has lead me.
The Port City was out of our way, yet I was lead here by Reann for a reason. For a fortnight, we explored this forgotten city and on the last night, I stumbled upon a Temple. Reann made it clear that this will be the resting-place for the twelve others and myself. Here, we shall be forever under the watchful gaze of our God and in the afterlife, we will be let passed by Dominic to join our God when the time is right.
All is set and it is time that we begin our quest yet again. By Reann, I beseech him to guide me safely through these new lands and guide my axe when the time arises.
Journal Entry 6
Once more we find ourselves at sea. Again, many creatures have tried to stop our travels. It seems that Shaitan knows that I am seeking the Armor of the Beserker. Our task will become harder, that I do know, but it is the task I am willing to accept and by Reann, I beseech him to guide my travels and guide my axe when the time arises.
Journal Entry 7
Our first stop is the Port City of Thorn. We stayed in the Port City of Thorn for four days and four nights. And during this time my traveling companion, Dalas Saaltak, and me befriend a young Dwarven woman by the name of Fresta Doiwen.
She had the ability to see into the future and I learned more of Dalas past, but not much. She warned us that we would face three and if we attacked them another would show its hand. We did not believe this woman's rambling but it became true. Our travels to visit an old woman, we crossed path with the three. By the warning we did as Fresta wished and left them be.
Fresta has joined us on our travels and the Captain has had the boat repair and it is time to move on. We are to be on the boat for a fortnight before we reach our next destination. By Reann, I beseech him to guide me safely to the new lands and guide my axe when the time arises.
Journal Entry 8
We made it to the Port City of Talen and all there is, is smoke and fire. We do not know what has happened and with the suggestion of Dalas we will stay and explore what is left of Talen.
We have yet another companion to join my traveling group, a follower of the Temple of the Healing Hand. But, we had many things to face here in this desolate city. There was no sign of life anywhere. Many homes were burning or burnt to the ground.
Now we begin our journey to the Temple of the Healing Hand, perhaps we can learn from the Father or Mother and see what has become of the city's people. By Reann, I beseech him to protect us and to guide our weapons when the time arises.
Journal Entry 9
The Temple of the Healing Hand
All was silent as we made our way to the temple. The smell of smoke was strong on the air and we still had yet to meet the party responsible for all that we found.
Before use stood the Temple of the Healing Hand and a set of double doors before us. When we went inside, a magnificent altar spanned the far wall. A giant silver web stretched from the floor to the full height of the vaulted ceiling. The full moon hanging in the web's center, but it was not the full moon. It is the belly of a giant spider, pregnant with evil, pulsing with hideous life. The spider waved its legs about wildly as if casting about blindly for prey.
Below the apparition stood a young elf. He is naked, his skin gleaming in the light of the obscene moon. His amber eyes and long white hair flowing about him. He held a dagger to his lips and stared upward, transfixed.
Laying upon the altar itself was someone close to Dalas. Dalas' wife lay upon the altar beneath the spider. Surround the altar were several other Elven figures in dressings of red and surrounding then was a shield that seemed to shimmer in and out of view.
There was nothing we could do for Dalas' wife and his unborn child as the ritual was begun.
Journals of Melkym ends here
