Haevathar’s Journal- March 12th 498 AS
I met up with the Professor today as per his request. He was just finishing up a very rousing lesson about the mind as a weapon when my new adventuring party and I walked in. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before getting down to business. An expedition to an ancient complex, possibly a temple or manufacturing center from the Old Age. Danger and untold riches, an archaeologist’s dream!
March 13th 498 AS
We have set out on our quest. The next three weeks promise to be protected waters and scenery viewing. I’ve taken the time to get to know our new friends a bit more. They are indeed an interesting choice of companions for an expedition of this type, although I believe all their services will be necessary. Two folks with those loud, aggravating ‘firearms’, one of whom seems a bit trigger happy, if that’s the term. A healer, a fighter, and me. I’ve explained the dangers to be found within old structures such as the one we are visiting, and this only excited them more. I just hope that they don’t break anything valuable in their quest to stab and shoot.
April 4th 498 AS
Amazing news! Before even entering the structure, know known to be a manufacturing center for Old Age Constructs, we found the remains of an adventurer lying in a crevasse who had been there for fifty years. The sword that lay on his broken skeleton happened to be magic. Not only magic, dear journal, but sentient! His name is Lore. Once a proud librarian, he volunteered to set himself into this blade to retain and preserve knowledge. His original manuscripts, contained within him and memorized by the same magic that gives him his current form, detail much of the history of Elves through their poetry, many stanzas of which have been lost to this generation and many before it! He also has the ability to memorize new works, which he has been happy to do after so many years in isolation. I’ve been conversing with him at length about the past, and we both have enjoyed the conversation immensely. More about that later. For now- the ruin itself.
It seemed to be a manufacturing center. Ancient construct parts and rusted remains littered the floors. There were a few simple traps which were easily dismantled (or walked under, in the case of our little green friend). A rust monster had taken residence in a far end of the ruin, but was dispatched with haste by our combined efforts. I’ve found my crossbow extremely handy, as I do not enjoy personal combat and would not risk Lore even to save my own skin. His knowledge is worth so much to all of us, whether we realize it or not. Further into the structure, we found much Hubris, which began to affect the party in the strange way that glowing rock does. I know not what mechanisms the people who built this place used to prevent the Sickness. Deep within the still functioning (!!) furnace rooms we found a strange scavenging construct that proved a mighty challenge to us. It was definitely of Old World design, and I can only assume that it has been functioning for many years down here with no repairmen- an amazing feat of technological prowess. Inside the construct was a smaller one, with five strands of Kruos thread woven betwixt it and the larger machine. Yet another exciting find. The understanding of Krous creation has been lost for ages, and the threads themselves are very valuable as museum pieces, experimental things, and as crossbow strings due to their amazing tensile strength.
Beyond the construct lay the still functioning heart of the furnace. We will have to send a team of engineers to this place to see what ancient technology can be revived from it. Marble statues were also taken from the Construct Tomb, as I call this place, to sell at market to interested curators.
We discovered a hole in the boiler of our steam ship, and must travel a day or two to the nearest town to hire a blacksmith capable of the repairs. This is only a minor setback however. My blood is still pumping strongly from the day’s adventure.
I feel that I am missing some details, but it has been a long day, and I am catching Lore up on the last fifty years of history as I write this.
April 6th 498 AS
Strange and sad times, dear Journal. We came across a group of Hexies that were being chased down as food by a horrid plant-like creature with large yellow teeth. We dispatched it with haste, and the Hexies welcomed us into their home to give us a reward for our services. I cannot describe how adorable the little buggers are. One has decided to journey with us, a proud Warrior and Adventurer for the Hexie Society. I will do my best to help ensure his safety, so that he may journey home with a long list of valorous and amazing deeds. Remind me to commission a blacksmith to cover his’spear’ in gilded gold. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of pieces.
We came across a cabin on the outskirts of Howe, the town with a blacksmith capable of fixing our boat. The man inside had decided to take his own life by hanging, and left a note detailing why. He had harbored a strong jealousy for his brother, whom he saw as having a much better life than he. When a monster decided to take up residence near the village and kill local livestock, the brothers took it upon themselves to rid the area of the vile beast. Our hanged man hid while his brother dispatched the ‘monster’ that had been causing the trouble- a wolf, new to the area and living in a cave nearby. The hanged man took his chance and used the opportunity to kill his brother and steal the credit for saving the town, presumably to become more loved amongst the citizenry. Unfortunately, his ‘brother’ was already telling a story at the local tavern of how he killed the beast. This odd event, coupled with his “brother’s” new habit of digging around the lilac bush near his home, worried our writer to the point of suicide. he stated that he knew he had dispatched his brother, and something sinister had taken his place.
We journeyed to the location of the cave, where we found the brother, still alive! He had a crossbow bolt in his chest, and had been surviving by eating lilacs for the days that he lay slowly dying. We managed to stabilize him and remove him from the cave as the hanged man whom we had cut down and lay in his own bed came running up to us, claiming that the hurt man was the beast. We knew better, and began assaulting whatever this… thing was. I can barely describe the horrendous form it took as it attacked mercilessly. I was mortified and feared for all of our safety, but it was taken down. Returning the man to his wife and home, he was healed up well enough to speak with us. I was saddened deeply to explain what we knew of the situation to him. He was incredibly grateful to us, and while his wife treated us to the best potato stew I have ever eaten, he presented us with gifts of a coat (to the goblin Nortis) and a beautiful tumbling crossbow to me. These events have troubled me deeply, and I hope to keep in contact with this family for as long as I stay alive. They are good people, and the events of this day must have hurt them deeply. His wife and he have been trying for a child for many years. Maybe I can send them some of the herbs and medicines from the East that have been known to help increase fertility.
The undertaker was dispatched to retrieve the body of the hanged man, and we have rummaged about the town. Some events are transpiring that I fear to write about, lest this journal come into the wrong hands.
April 8th 498 As
The plan went through wonderfully, although there was a man involved that we hoped not be. More later, dear Journal.