Gregors Journal

Spears End, Legionnaire Manse

Dearest Iraen,
I’ve had a breakthrough. Our Mistress has granted unto me a sacred ritual. I was unsure of the exact results of the ritual until I performed it. I initiated a new friend of mine with the ritual, giving him the pure, simple purpose of serving Urgathoa through me. In life he was Brot, apparently a lycanthrope, if you can believe my luck. This is a blessed day. I took him, strapped him down and started praying fervently to our Mistress, he squirmed and begged, but soon, he knew the Truth. It was a long ritual, the longest I’ve performed, lasting eight hours, but I was successful in showing my faith and passion for our deeds. Brot has been reborn, becoming a deathless friend. He is Brot no more, but will be granted the name of Cupcake, in honor of Danica’s favorite doll, Cupcake. We just acquired a rather fine manse within Spears End, I will likely send for you soon. I miss you and Danica greatly. I trust you are well, I look forward to seeing you soon.
– Gregor


A day-and-a-half from Warlord Tinklehoof’s encampment

Dearest Iraen,
A fishing village has fallen under the thrall of the pretenders of dawn. We’ve been tasked with freeing them, and rejoining them with Warlord Tinklehoof, who honestly seems to want to protect them. His men seemed frail, I can understand the need to send for my specialized team. Things are going well, despite the efforts of the pretenders, we’ve even made friends within them… perhaps they aren’t all so bad… I’ll send them back to talk to the rest… see what they think.


A day-and-a-half from Warlord Tinklehoof’s encampment, after the massacre at Docktown

Dearest Iraen,
The attack went well, the villagers know, without a doubt, that Sarenrae cannot protect them… But there was an accident. I gave power to one not ready for it and many people died that weren’t suppose to. We had them routed, just one left to slay when the aft end of the ship filled with villagers erupted in a bright flame like Sarenrae herself was punishing the villagers. I saw the smiling face of our daughter burning among the masses. I ran, I dove into the waters, still in my armor and saved those I could. A desperate act of a foolish man. I know she is alright and with you, beloved… I know what must be done and I feel our Mistress’ power flowing through me, she is pleased with the offerings of the followers of Sarenrae I have given her. But I feel a more direct approach to working with my fellow Legionnaires is needed. Thank you for your guidance and your will, it keeps me going through trying times as these.

Gregors Journal

Cállambëa Tanarus