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Murder Rended... Mercy Mended... Part XI
Saint Merielle

The Siege: Oath-sworn

An Excerpt from Merielle's Journal
The days seem to grow in length... almost tauntingly. At least it is granting us the time needed to complete our tasks. People continue to trickle in. Jonas has put the bounty from the Banite's head to good use as I suggested. The coin from it now hires the sell-swords who have come to us. In the next few days, what is not used for that, I will take to get our last supply of bandages. I find it ironic that Bhaal's ally is funding his enemy.

Maximus has still not returned, and I grow worried over him. I pray the delay is caused by weather or some simple thing. In the meantime I do what I can to keep spirits up. A kind word and a gentle smile does much. I have also figured how to make Honey Cakes from a campfire and a cast iron pan. They come out a bit heavy but serve morale all the same. It is grand to see people smile, even in times like these, and such things lift my heart. The missing Catapult was found, as was a fair bit of reinforcements. Things go well, but people are restless. One could be blind and still see it.

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Perhaps the bloodiest, though not quite the darkest chapter of this tale. We prepared for war. The people had gathered behind us... according to Jonas... Behind me. Jonas... the man who was nearly my enemy, though not to the degree of Bhaal's faithful. Now, there is none more loyal that stands by my side, save for my husband, and first above all... my god.

Regardless on my thoughts, there were many who were seeking me out. Very many. From all across Faerun, from many walks of life, and paths too twisted to fathom. The common thread was that they wished to see the Bhaalists stop drawing forth rivers of blood on the Coast. As they say, things get worse before they get better. Before the rivers would halt, there would be a flood... a tide of blood that would threaten to wash the Coast away.

In my meager years, I had never been a part of something such as this. The field hospital, the catapults, war horses and weapons... badges of war and blood. Preparations well underway. Before we could halt the Bhaalists, we would have to break through the stone fortress that hid them away. It was a daunting task. A healer standing before the massive stone structure... It would be a lie to say I wasn't completely terrified of what lay ahead... And a lie to say I ever considered walking away from it. Wavering in the face of such a task.

It was an even greater shock when Duke Eltan visited the siege camp as things were nearly ready. It left me speechless when he said I was to lead along side Jonas and Maximus. Were it not for Jonas' guidance and reassurances in those early days... I may well have gone mad. As it were, we sustained each other. Those early days, taking shifts overseeing preparation, fighting back in the initial incursions as our foes tried to halt our progress, side by side, with naught but faith, blood and a common goal to hold us together. There was something else to unite Jonas and I... we both began to loathe adventurers. Those who seek fame and glory to the exclusion of the goal and safety...

Notes from the Journal of Sister Merielle Williams... Later Sister Merielle Silene. Living Saint of Ilmater

... How many days now? At least three... Closer to five?

... Supplies were low... Jonas was away, sent Rente and Tamara... may they hurry. Jonas said he will take care of it later...

... they are broken, Master Foggy is sure they can be fixed... but he needs help... Where is everyone?

... The Fools! Why do they not listen?! How many must die before they understand why we have ordered them to stay away... At this rate we will be down by half our supplies before we breach the walls... Mercy of Ilmater...

... they keep fighting among themselves... too much drinking... hid some... angry but sober and ready for battle now...

... I am even more certain now that the Bhaalist wizard is indeed Thayan... Billy is Safe... the City... As few as possible... Going near the temple -hurt- him! Mercy of Ilmater, give him the strength to endure...

... Dreams of battles... of angels...

... Blasted rain! We are going to drown in the mud. One of the catapults got stuck and started to sink... thank goodness for golems I guess!

... Impatient... But they must understand... We will not fail! We will not Falter. The worst is yet to come, but we can endure! Mercy will prevail I know this. I do not question what is fact. They will see in time... they will understand! Mercy is in the end of all things... even war...[/i]
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We had fought for nearly half a tenday by then. Jonas and I taking turns running for, sending for, organizing and allocating supplies. The rain was a hindrance, nearly more so than the enemy and the adventurers who were so eager and impatient. The days ran together almost blindly. Day or night ceased to punctuate things... instead it was merely the moments between small battles. Catapult fire and the din of soldiers becoming a backdrop noise to the sounds of injured and dying... It was numbing, disheartening. Of all the shadows I had walked through... this one was dark. The shadow of the temple reaching to us, clawing at our sanity. Clawing at our unity. Trying to tear us to shreds.

It was this, I think that prompted Jonas to offer an oath. A means to strengthen our unity, for if we were strong, those who fought with us and looked to us would be strong. Oath-sister. Sworn to guard me and protect me as best as he was able. More than just an oath between healer and guardian... He offered me a signet ring. House Rokranon. He offered me a family and a home. Even if I had nowhere else to turn, I always had a place with him. With his family.

An oath of faith, forged in blood and hardship. An oath of friendship, tested and tried and found true. An oath of duty, to stand together is to never fall alone... An oath of a brother and sister, a love that was unshakable. A bond that would become unbreakable. There would be no counting the number of times the little sister would take shelter in big brother's arms. There would be no counting the number of times we would keep each other standing... And our darkest days were yet to pass.

Murder Rended... Mercy Mended... Part XII
Saint Merielle

The Siege: Beacon of Mercy, Light of Hope

An Excerpt from Merielle's Journal
I have much to write on. I am sitting here in Jonas' tent with quill in hand, it is dark, nightfall... and yet I need not light a candle to see the parchment I write upon. I am still in awe of the events, but I must not forget them, though likely I never will. Something of Ilmater has reached into my very core, and reverberated upon my soul. It is... a daunting feeling. Humbling. Who am I to deserve such a blessing? Who am I to be called Chosen of Ilmater? If I outlived the Elves I do not think that would be enough days for me to feel as though I have earned such.

I stood with Brother Rente and several others counting supplies after a few skirmishes and an exchange of catapult fire, ensuring we are prepared should things heat back up again, when there was a great flash within the encampment. Instinctively I looked to the sky, expecting to see storm clouds for there was also a great rumbling like thunder. As a being took form and the light faded, though still bright, was less sharp. There amid the lot of us stood an angel of immense size and grand beauty that could only be dreamed of.

I was hardly aware of any around me, the bandages in my hands fell and bounced off my knees and to the ground. I turned to face the creature in awe, I thought surely my knees would give way. That they did not still surprises me. I bowed my head not daring to meet his eyes as he spoke.

"Merielle... you are a beacon of light in these dark times."

"I do only as I am able."

He smiled then, broadly. The movement of the others within the encampment became little more than peripheral. The exclamations were a dull distant echo on the edge of my senses. The sum of everything was this being before me, and as he spoke his voice resounded as though from a thousand places at once.

"-He- wishes to speak with you."

I took a tentative step forward, my head bowed, for I knew who bid me answer his call, and answer I would.

"I am ever the willing servant at His bidding."

I stood and waited while he addressed the others. He seemed pleased that so many had gathered to aid, that so many would stand with us. He moved gracefully about the encampment and spoke:

"You are all allies of the Triad?"

None spoke, save one, and I watched as Mercy's infinite patience would come to light, for surely, were it any other but Mercy's angel, he would have been struck down for his words:

"Not all of us..."

"You are not an ally of this group... this army against the darkness?

"I am indifferent in this matter."

He bowed in respect to the angel, and the angel seemed to peer deep within him and frown. The angel turned from him, and looked to Jonas.

Jonas Rokranon... I have a task."

"I live to serve..."

Jonas looked up to the angel as smiled down to him briefly. The angel then spoke in the tongue of the celestials. A portal formed and Jonas answered the angel in his own language. Jonas was to guard the portal... The angel returned his gaze to me and spoke yet again, gesturing me forward.

"-He- awaits Merielle."

I nodded to him moving forward, my thoughts tumbled and spun as I approached the portal. My mind screamed this was no dream, and my heart and soul paid heed, though my body was slow to act. I took a steadying breath and stepped through without so much as a backward glance. When I emerged on the other side of the portal, the angel was close at hand. I had seen this place in my dreams... Here I now stood, as I had before, at the base of Mount Martyrdom. This time... this time was no dream. This time was bright daylight, and I was not sleeping. This was no dream, this was no vision... had the others been visions at all? Or had I been beckoned, drawn from my sleep to this place... to stand before Ilmater himself. Now... Here I stood again. I looked to the angel and waited.

"This way Merielle."

He walked me up the hillside a bit, and there in all his glory stood Ilmater... and Dianne. My heart soared to see her smiling face again. She grinned brightly and waved to me before slipping her hand into Ilmater's. Ilmater smiled, that same comfort that found me in previous occasions was now a more than welcome balm to me. I bowed reverently as he spoke.

"My Chosen, how have you been my child?"

"I have been well as I can be."

"And William?"

"He does very well given the circumstances. He wishes to join the fighting but understands he cannot be risked. His burdens weight on him heavily, but he endures so well."

He looked to me and nodded, a silent acknowledgement that I had done well, and then his smile faded, his face became most serious as he regarded me. I felt my breath catch as I waited for him to speak.

"Do you remember the name? That foul name that is not to be uttered here?"

"I do my lord. I have kept it within my mind all this time, as you bid."

As he spoke his face was grave... sadness touched his features. I dreaded the words that would come, but listened quietly, nodding when needs must, but not daring to speak.

"That name... Holds power... Power of release. During this ritual... the Vile One will look to consume the soul of the vessel. Should he get it..."

His voice trailed off, a tear slipped down his cheek. In that moment I think my heart broke. For what comfort could I offer to the one who comforts all? Every fiber in my being, to the depths of my core wished nothing more than to ease the pain he felt, and simultaneously I knew there was nothing I could do, save my duty... see my oaths fulfilled that would ease such.

"... That name it will release the vessel's soul. Release it unto me. Do you understand Merielle?"

"I... I do... my lord."

"It is the soul of the vessel that grants him his strength... Strength to take hold, strength to spread his foulness across Toril. Know, my child, I will not let any harm come to the soul of William should you need to use that... name."

"I shall do my best to see it is not needed."

His smile returned at my resolute answer. I was glad to see it. I took strength in it, knowing I had the means to ensure all were kept safe from Bhaal... one way or the other, Mercy would prevail.

"I am ever watching over you Merielle. I know your faith is true, and you do not waver. Call unto me in the days to come. I will send my angels to you should you need it."

My eyes widened. Such boons were so rarely offered, and should be used wisely, for such things only happen once in many lifetimes. Truly our tasks were great for him to offer such. He spoke to Dianne, bidding her remain with the angel and gestured me back to the portal that Jonas guarded.

"I thank you greatly for such, My Lord Ilmater."

"Come my Chosen, I must return you where you are needed."

"Of course."

I nodded to him, giving the angel his due respect. I then turned and smiled at Dianne. She waved good-bye, and smiled back. In that smile was all the joy of the world... all the joy of every child at peace. I would leave this place again. I prayed silently as we walked to the portal, that I was as alive the next time I found my way here as now. For ahead of us loomed a great battle, many would fall, and I prayed Mercy to keep them... Mercy to us all. Was it this silent prayer that kept Ilmater at my side as we stepped through the portal? Who could say the will of the gods?

"Through the portal now Merielle."

And with no hesitation, I stepped. He could have asked me to walk all the Hells and the Infinite Abyss, and I would have gladly, but he bid me return whence I had come, and I did so gladly. When I found myself back in the camp, Ilmater stood at my side. He bid me one last command with a loud booming voice that shook all to the core, the whole of existence seemed to echo with his voice.

"Now go my Chosen, and let Mercy guide your steps!"

What happened next is hard to explain. In one overwhelming moment I felt his hand on my shoulder. Not in the figurative way one views the support of their god... his Hand lay upon my shoulder. I was filled with such overwhelming calm and peace... so much at once. It felt as if all the realms... all the Multiverse seemed to pause, and I thought surely my heart and soul would burst from the sheer volume of emotion... From the shuddering of my being I thought surely I would be rend to pieces. The portal faded, and long after he had left my side, I felt his presence. I could not move... I could no speak... I dared not. At that moment if I moved or spoke, breathed, or even allowed my heart half a beat... that I would shatter. I slowly became aware of the world around me... the sounds and sights and smells... the very sensation of existence creeping back to me. I closed my eyes as the dizzying energy worked through me. Finally the voice of Jonas reached me and I opened them.

"Sister Meri?"

His face was a mask of concern, and I smiled, if only to ease his mind. Thoughts came slowly, and my words seemed to echo through my own ears. I felt near tears... but not the tears of sadness, or pain... At last, I found the will to speak.

"It is well. The Hand of Mercy is at our backs!"

I stood there, even after agreeing to need rest, to write. Jonas bid me go to his tent, to take my time, and still my feet were slow to obey. I heard whispers of halos... of angels and of Saints... prayers and hopes... the din of those preparing for the battle to come... so much. I thought surely it would be my undoing. I made my way musingly to the tent. I spent hours in prayer. Now finally I write, committing to memory this as I have every other moment of great note. This possibly the greatest of all.

Battle would come swiftly now. The time to prepare was drawing to a close. Mercy will prevail. We will not falter! There is much still to do. I shall see to my tasks. The encounter has left me greatly renewed. Greatly strengthened. There is much to do... and I should see to what I am able. The whole thing seems to have lifted the spirits of many. If that is the mercy I can now offer, then so be it.

Murder Rended... Mercy Mended... Part XIII
Saint Merielle

The Siege: The Face of My Enemy

An Excerpt from Merielle's Journal
By all that is Mercy it is over! I should sleep, gods know I need it... There are so many thoughts... so many. They jumble. So I set quill to parchment and pray that sense is made of the last few days. After walking this path for so long, it feels strange to finally stop... to take no step because none are required. I wonder what path next my feet shall take up? What path and task yet waits for me to attend? For now, there is time to rest. I can hardly believe it at a close. There were no doubts in my mind that we would reach the end. Though we did our best to see we came to the end with Billy mine to hold... it was... Bittersweet. Indeed, Billy is safe, for all the days between now and the end of eternity, Billy is safe. Mercy of Ilmater... I thank you infinitely for that mercy my lord. He is not mine to hold, and perhaps never was. He is Mercy's Child, as was all along. Still we were told to try. And we did. There is no failing in it, even if it is not the ending we hoped for.

To further the dual nature of this victory... many have died, so very many. There will be many funeral services. I would like to attend them each. I feel it is the least that can be done for those who gave all they had for this cause. It will take days for the mess of battle to be cleansed. The catapult fire back and forth has left the road a jagged mess of mud, blood, stone and cindered boards. The camp will be dismantled, that which can be reused and re-purposed will be. I sprinkled daisy and poppy seeds about, some lavender and chamomile. I know not all of them will take root and sprout, but even a bit here and there, in this symbolic gesture, would balm my own heart. A showing that time and patience, mercy, mends all things.

My heart cannot help but grieve Billy in a sorts. I know they both rest with Ilmater, but the selfish corner of my heart wishes them here. To see Dianne choose her path as a healer, to see Billy a knight valiant in Ilmater's service. I have her doll, and now his knight. Treasures that I will ever hold dear to me. The Crying Lord whispers comforts to me. That he will ever keep them, that they are forever beyond pain and suffering, for all of the eternities, they will be of truest Mercy there on Mount Martyrdom. Some day, I will see them again, and my heart is content in that. Perhaps... all this time, the meadow I saw them play in, amid hills and flowing sunlight, were not here at all... perhaps it is the slopes of Martyrdom that they dwell upon. The smiling and laughing faces of brother and sister, playing... as children should, without worry or care... taint or pain.

I will start a wreath for Billy, as I did Dianne... and weave one for the Fallen who stood with us in that battle. The battle will haunt my dreams for a long time to come. I still remember the fear and anguish that gripped me when the messenger came to tell me that Billy had been snatched away. I could have swore the Multi-verse stopped. I know my heart did. In that moment I think my very soul broke in half. I knew in my heart so long as he could be kept safe, we could keep him... and I knew in that moment, that it was not meant to be. Blame could be passed about, anger could be thrown carelessly, but it would serve nothing. No... I hold none at fault for the end we found. It is as it is, and no amount of negative emotion can change it.

We battled for days, our catapults exchanged fire, and skirmishes were many. We watched as the foolish, and the overly confident, and the brave tried to storm the temple gates only to be cruelly cut down. Then we watched and we prayed as they were recovered. I am not a priestess, or a battle cleric. Not really much of a fighter. The use of divine energy that flows through me is tiring after so long. I do not work with prepared prayers, but by force of my own will and soul, and the days at the encampment were beyond draining. Yet each stolen moment of rest was just enough to keep me standing. I did not realize how straining the battles had been until I at last sat still. Near the end, it took all my will to find the strength to continue. By the Mercy of He Who Endures, we did all of us, find the strength and the will to endure.

What we had endured thus far was nothing compared to what we had yet to face. As the call to arms went out, I prayed more feverishly than ever before. I could sense at the core of my soul that time was against us. They had Billy, and were moving their forces to see to it that we did not reclaim him. The time for sword and spell song was indeed at hand. Passed was the time to wait, to prepare and endure... now was the time to stand and to fight. A great sound resounded as Jonas blew the war horn and we pressed our attack. The battle was intense as we inched our way through blood and mud, the rain had at least stopped, and for now the catapult fire seemed over. There were screams. Threats and cries of pain, battle calls... mixed with the sound of arcanists calling down fierce magics, and diviners calling on their gods and their prayers to aid the battle as we inched painful inch by painful inch through the temple courtyard.

"Jonas! We need to get inside! Now... please. They have Billy!"

I wonder if he heard the desperation and the fear in my voice as I struggled to mend his wounds. Blood was everywhere. My own as well as the blood of those I mended in battle, blood of the enemy. I was helpless to save all who were falling. Desperate prayers left my lips as we all did the best we could. There were so many of them, dearest mercies... War is a horrid thing! Mercy of Ilmater forgive me all that happened... were it not for me standing against the Bhaalists all those months ago... none of it would happen...

Then again, Bhaal would now walk the realms, and that would be a fate far worse than this. We reached the temple door and found more fighting within. We fought and fought. Every time I thought we would fall, or collapse from wounds or exhaustion, my prayers were answered and we found the strength to continue. A creature stood before us and bid that only ten could continue forward. It was with a heavy heart that we left the battle behind us to face the task ahead. Jonas and I chose quickly and our meager group moved forward. We fought our way through to the depths of the temple... to the inner sanctum and what I saw there chilled my heart and soul. A woman stood over Billy... draining his blood and life from him. The depth and strength of the emotions that worked me then threatened to undo me as the woman spoke and we countered with our own defiance.

A shadow and darkness overtook the altar where Billy lay. Mercy of Mercies I -felt- his life leaving him as surely as it were I who lay on that altar. The priestess over Billy laughed cruelly as the form took on the essence of the Lord of Murder. I stepped forward. I knew now that Billy and I would not have that hillside house... that I would not watch him grow to a fine young man... but I also knew what had to be done. It sickened me... to see them there with him. This child, who calls to me as his mother... The thing that spoke and his words were enough to summon a cry from my own spent form. My mouth was dry and I felt as though I had died a hundred times and were still standing, and prayers... so many prayers tumbled through my mind... Every word ever spoken to me by my lord... Protect his soul at all costs... do not let Bhaal have him... I focused on the thing as it spoke:

"Now that I am here... Destroy these mortals while I consume to soul of the child."

The others readied for battle as the minions of Bhaal moved to carry out the wish of their god. I felt their blades, felt the wounds I was taking, but cared not... I stayed focused on the creature before me. Bhaal. The Lord of Murder... and -my- son... Mercy's Child. I answered. I spoke above the din of the fighting and in a voice clear and true, with a strength I knew not that I possessed.

"DAMERION BHAALZATEN! YOU WILL NOT HAVE MERCY'S CHILD!"

As the creature's grasp on Billy was released... I felt the taint lifted from the boy even as I felt the last of his life slip away. The name could do as promised, force Bhaaal to let go of, rather than consume Billy's soul. Effectively stopping the ritual. The last chance, desperate course taken. I invoked the name, knowing it meant that I would never keep this child as my own. Suddenly the fact that I was beset by foes became painfully clear, and one last painful plea left my lips as I felt myself falling into darkness... into death.

"Ilmater! Let me not fail you!"

I knew in that last breath before I fell, that Billy was safe. I knew also that I was to fall here, and it did not matter, so long as Billy was safe. I summoned my energies and let it burst from me, hoping to damage the enemy badly enough to five the others a chance to win the battle. At all costs... and it was done... My oath fulfilled. Death would not hold me this day however. I felt a sensation tugging at me. A small hand in my own, and a familiar presence bidding me return to life. I blinked and drew a great breath as I stood up in the Bhaalist sanctum and there stood Billy's spirit.

"I am free now Merielle... Free. I'm... Sorry."

Tears ran down his face as he spoke. I moved to wipe the ethereal tears from his ghostly face.

"Oh dearest... You have nothing to be sorry for love. -I- am the one who is sorry love. There is one promise I failed to keep. I promised you could be a knight love. Can you forgive me? I love you dearest..."

"Ilmater calls to me, and I am not afraid anymore."

I nodded to him and smiled even as my heart broke slowly in a way I could not explain.

"When you see Dianne love, give her a hug for me?"

"I will. We will be waiting for you. This was written before time began... I am sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

With that his spirit faded. Whispered comforts from Ilmater sought me out. Slowly I turned to the others. The others were dismayed he was not still living, and I explained to them that we had not failed. He was safe... His soul was safe... no matter the cost. Even if it cost his own life... his soul was safe. That was all that mattered. There was not however time to dwell on it. The temple began to crumble around us and we made a hurried flight to the exit. I was led along mutedly, numb... the numbness was shattered quickly by the sight before me... the remnants of the battle, the fallen and the wounded... the bodies of enemy and ally alike... The Bhaalists were fleeing, quickly. Jonas sounded the horn for our victory... Mercy... Had prevailed.

I spoke a few words to all that had stood before going back to the camp to rest. The rest of the day was a blur. Many spoke of the honor it was to serve in this cause, to fight at my side. Many spoke praise to me that I felt undeserved, unearned. Jonas was knighted and granted status, the mercenaries collected their pay and went on their next adventure. Healers tended wounded, priests recalled the dead, cleanup began. Bentley Mirrorshade spoke of his inn that he would build. They asked about Billy, spoke of the battle, all who could sought rest and peace. I did not realize until it all had passed and was quiet, just how loud things had been for the last several days. It was in that quiet that a whispered prayer left my lips.

My oath fulfilled my lord. Please forgive me if my heart grieves as a mother grieves a lost child...

In the silence I hear Billy and Dianne laugh, and I closed my eyes holding onto that moment tightly as a shudder worked through me and a sob threatened to escape me. It was then that I felt the gentle comfort that is Ilmater wash over me, and a whisper, gentle, in reply came to me then. A balm to my heart and soul, and I took comfort in it.

"They are ever safe now my Chosen... Let your heart rest easy..."

There would be many more prayers, many more conversations, some good, some bad... but there would be peace. Bhaal's faithful no longer held sway over the lands. Mercy had prevailed. Time and patience, a gentle hand, would mend the wounds, both figurative and literal. The land too would heal with time and care. I will rest at Candlekeep a day or two before making my way back to the temple. This task had come to a close, but there would yet be much work to do. I will rest, that I may face the tasks ahead. I am and will ever be, the Willing Servant of Ilmater. Though he calls me Chosen, and others call me the Beacon of Mercy... I am little more than a humble healer with a will to do as needs must. For now I will try to seek rest... Mercy that my dreams will be more gentle than they have been in the past.
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The closing speech at the end of the battle

[They staggered from the crumbling temple exhausted. Shouts were heard to move away from the collapsing tructure. The fallen were collected, the wounded hobbled away. Once all were tended, Meri stood before them, well stood was a generous word... But by will alone, she remained upright. She was pale, exhausted, as they all were... Her emotions were barely contained. Unspent tears of joy, and of sadness in this bittersweet victory lingered in her eyes. There were many with questions, and so she spoke, her voice betraying the myriad of emotions that lurked just beneath the surface. She was soft spoken, but her words from her heart, as she looked at the battered, bruised and broken. Her smiles were heartfelt and short lived. Still, these, who had fought, friend or ally, were dear to her now, for they had stood, and together, they had prevailed.]

Peace all of you please!
If I may speak friends, I have something I wish to say to all of you.

[She waits patiently for the others to quiet, they will listen if they choose to, she reasons to herself. Jonas called them to attention and nodded to her, slowly she began to speak.]

I cannot thank you all enough. I know you all helped, for your own reasons, I need not know what those are. But my oath to protect...

[her voice cracks and she takes a steadying breath]

To protect Billy's Soul, and stop what would have happened, would have gone unfulfilled without each who has stood in these long days, months... If not for each of you, and each who fell... may they Rest in Mercy's arms... much would have been lost. May Mercy yet heal the wounds Bhaal and his faithful have left to weep. May Mercy mend what murder has rend apart. There is strength in Faith friends, of an idea, or a god, or a cause... I pray that lesson is not lost on all of you. In the End there is Only Mercy! I am grateful to you each. More so than any words could convey. Know this as your paths again carry you to new destinations, on other journeys, and know I hold you each dear for the moments when you carried me on my own path. May your journeys be kind to you, may our paths cross again in lighter days. Know if ever you have the need seek me out, for I would gladly aid where I am able, as you have aided me.
Rest well friends you have earned it!

[With that, she nods and smiles to each. Her strength spent, she lets herself fall to the bloodied ground as the crowd disperses to have wounds tended. After recovering a bit, she returns, with aid of Jonas, to rest at the camp before finally making her way to rest. It would take time for the wounds to mend, and there would be scars, figuratively and literally, but in the end, what needed to be was done, what should be, was, and in that she could be content.]
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An excerpt from Merielle's Journal
I scattered more seeds about the battle grounds... The road is still little more than a stone littered trench now between the encampment and the ruined temple. I then spent a good deal of the day weaving the wreath of flowers for Billy, as I had done for his sister, as I had done for so many others. A remembrance, a reminder that all things come full circle, that which is lost to us, that which is dear will find a way back to us. I wove two flowers for every joyous memory I held and at last tied it up with a white bow. I then took a break from conversation and musings. Readied the wreath to let go when the tides come in, that it may drift well away when the tides go back out.
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The sun began to settle as we neared the keep, and there was but one more thing to do before I sought sleep. I turned from the road, to the cliff side. So much like a shrine to Ilmater the small place had come. The peace I found in the hours I would spend there. To let my tears disappear to the sea, let my anger and frustrations be carried from me by the winds, to sit in the quiet of it, see the patience of the water, the endurance of the stone, to know all things circle round, until at last there is only the peace of Mercy, and I can hear the whisperings of my heart, and the answers of my faith. Yes... this my shrine, my solace in the darkest of days past.

I secured the pillow to the center of the wreath. Quietly, with whispered prayers, I let it loose. I watched as it come to rest in the water below without disturbing a single flower petal. As Dianne's, it blessedly missed the rocks. Jonas saluted, and the others were thoughtfully quiet. Jonas then spoke something in celestial. All was quiet for a time, even my thoughts had stilled. I finally turned from the water. A wave of sadness threatened to overcome me and I spoke more to remind myself than anything...

"As with all things that the sea carries away, eventually somehow they return... I will see them again."

It was then I heard the laughter of the children, and felt a gentle tugging of my robes. I looked down, half expecting to see them there, and perhaps they were, for I heard them speak as surely as I saw the moon in the night sky above me.

"We love you Merielle"

"I love you too darlings..."

With that... so closed one chapter, and my heart found peace. Not all endings are the endings we wish for, but they are the endings we need. I promised a place for the children. I have work to do. I have many dear friends, dare I say that some are as dear as any family. I will seek my next path, my next task, or rather, allow it to find me as I always have. Tomorrow I will return to the temple. Tomorrow things begin anew. I go forward with a hopeful heart. In all things I am content, and tonight I seek rest. There is much still to do.

Murder Rended... Mercy Mended... Part XIV
Saint Merielle

The Making of a Saint

An Excerpt from Merielle's Journal
Return to the temple indeed! Dearest Mercy! As in all my days I remember... I do not seek the path, but the path seeks me. This day was no exception. I woke from a restless night's sleep, my exhaustion no longer enough to keep the nightmares of the past at bay... and of late there are new horrors to fill the night hours. Each face... I cannot help but wonder if they regret dying for this cause. Many times, since the end of the battle, I have heard the question:

"Why didn't you just kill him and deliver him to Ilmater?"

Because it was not my place. Because I was not bid to do so... I did as I should, and can not question the rightness of obedience now. Some call it selfishness... Some hate me for it... though most understand, and there are those willing to forgive. Some see it as surely as it were my hand that slain children in their beds, some lay the blame solely on Bhaal. Some were glad for the battle, some were not. Always it will be thus. Always there will be some on one side or the other, and I can only act in my faith. As my heart and my god bid, so I shall do. I am saddened that it cost so much... I wonder did they regret it once death had passed on to them? Were it in my power to recall all from death, that they may live and enjoy this peace I yet would. For now... all we can do is pick up the pieces and pray Mercy that time will mend that which is broken.

It was these sullen thoughts that were shattered when a messenger came to me over breakfast. He bid me return to the temple with haste. My presence was urgently requested. I immediately expected trouble, but the boy merely grinned and said I should hurry. So I did. I finished my toast and drank my tea before the boy had left the inn. A short time later I was packed and out of the gates. My mind wondered at the summons... What new trouble lay in wait?

My worry grew by measure when I ran into Brother Rente on the Tradeway headed North. is anxious expression did not serve to ease my mind. Though his words eased what his face did not.

"Brother Rente. Pray all is well?"

"It is Sister. It is indeed."

Though my relief was short lived as the conversation continued.

"There is a great man of the Church who has come to the temple. He sent me to get you and bring you to the Shrine. Father Melder Rythtin of the Healing Hand... do you know him?"

Dearest Mercies... The High Priest of the largest Ilmatari temple in all of Faerun? What in all the mercies, great or small could have him seeking me... As I have done much in recent events I half expected the worst. Though worry was replaced by rapt curiosity as my exclamations drew a faint smile from Rente. The rest of the journey to the temple was filled with he trying not give away his big secret. I knew well he was hiding something, but it was not my place to pry. No doubt I would find out soon enough. It was nearly amusing to see one as inept with mistruth as myself, still make a valiant attempt. Indeed I had long learned the difference between truth and lie were mere words. Though sometimes a well placed truth garners less curiosity than a badly placed lie.

At last we arrived at the temple. I was greeted by the giddy smiles of the Sisters, Brother Rente was practically beside himself with barely contained cheer. When I thought surely my curiosity would end me, there we were in the sanctum of the temple, amid a rather large and prestigious gathering. It was Father Melder who spoke first as I looked on uneasily.

"Brother Rente... you've returned. And you've brought Her... with you..."

The assembly bowed their heads as I entered, which served to puzzle me greatly. I looked to Brother Marcus for some sort of guidance, but his eyes did not meet my own. Father Melder sounded nearly as nervous as I felt. My posture respectful, and my own head bowed as I spoke uncertainly:

"I was told my presence was requested sir?"

"Yes... Please S... sister Merielle... come forward I am Father Melder of the Healing Hand... High Priest of the Church of the Broken God... it is an honor to meet you in the flesh... I am humbled in your presence..."

Honored? Humbled by me? The most noted figure of the Ilmatari, and he speaks of being humbled by I? A lowly healer... and not even the greatest of these. No valiant knight or skilled monk, no battle priestess... and he is humbled and honored by my presence?

"It is you who greatly honor me sir".

"Sister, you have spoken with -Him-?"

At the moment he asked the question, I looked uneasily at the others in the room. I thought surely this would be a battling of words as I sought to justify my position as I had to Brother Rente and Sister Abby. I missed the forest for the trees so to speak. None the less I prepared my defenses and readied to answer more questions.

"I have sir, yes."

Even with his head bowed, I could see Brother Marcus; smile. I imagine if I had looked behind me I would have seen Rente grinning ear to ear as Father Melder spoke.

"We received word from Brother Rente of your accomplishments. You are a blessing to the church... Brother James noted your doings against the Vile One... you truly are a beacon of light..."

I blinked. I had not expected this. I spoke quietly, had there been any sound at all my words would have been lost to it.

"I did only as needs must to fulfill the wish of Ilmater sir."

Nothing I could have done would have prepared me for what he said next. How I remained standing was an act of the Hand of Mercy itself.

"Those of the Church have chose to grant you the title of Saint... You are the first living of your kind Saint Merielle. You are the beacon this Church needs through times of Darkness... You are Merielle Williams the Living Saint. It will be written in history of your deeds during the Siege against Murder... You will be remembered for all time."

I stood shocked by what I had heard. Humbled... Floored. He smiled over me, the others were looking on joyfully, and as they all began to bow... To me? To me? Why? I floundered. My composure lost to me as I struggled to form words.

"I don't... I do not know how to answer to that sir. Sir my tasks and doings were no greater than those who fought at my side... my sacrifice no greater than those who gave their lives for this... You honor me far greater than I yet deserve."

Perhaps greater than I could ever deserve in any lifetime... many lifetimes... Dearest Mercy... I was dreaming or something. Surely nothing I had done was so great to deserve such a thing. Saint?! Truly? Innocents died because of my actions. Children. Husbands, wives, sons and daughters, sisters and brothers... had died because I stood in defiance... because I placed the life of one child and one soul of all others. I did only as commanded by Ilmater. I did the best I could, and still was not good enough to protect all of them. Yet they still called me saint? His next words told me that no amount of arguing would dissuade them. Indeed it was set.

"We ask for a relic. Something that embodies you. We will take this relic to the Church of the Broken God in Keltar. There it will be kept in reverence. Normally it would be taken from the fallen martyr. This... is different. Choose your relic Saint Merielle, and place it on the floor at your feet."

A relic? My pack was still at my feet. A bit dumbfounded I looked to it. My journal, several cases full of drawings and paintings, a case full of notes, herbs, supplies for making of potions, tinctures, and the like. Many bandages, the tea set that I traveled with... and the holy symbol Jonas had given me. Likely the only thing I even had of real value. Finely crafted of Mithril, but it held more sentimental value than gold value. He had given it to me not long after I had restored his mind. The embodiment of the good I try to do. A symbol of a solid friendship, that had only been further forged by the battle. It would honor the friendship, as well as my faith, and serve well what Father Melder asked of me. I drew it carefully from my pack and set it down.

"A gift from my guardian..."

He nodded and bid me bless it before he came and took it up. He smiled as he looked it over. This symbol of all that is Mercy. Of second chances, forgiveness, kindness, friendship, it shone with hope's very light. Indeed this represented everything I had been taught... it represented so much... that precious gift.

"This will be kept till the ends of time, safe within the hands of Ilmater."

I nodded to him, and watched astonished as he bowed to me. I wanted to pull them each to their feet. Drew them up, that I may bow to him as is proper... to be placed too high, so undeserving of it... was nearly more than I could wrap my mind around.

"Bless you Saint Merielle. May Mercy guide your steps."

"May Mercy keep you well sir."

Rente asked to step forward. He addressed the Father and I. I waited for Father Melder to bid him forward... and instead he looked to me in question. I blinked.

"Of course... he need not have my bidding to act as his heart bids."

None needed such. Who was I to command any, to bid them come and go? I was nothing. Surely not one to ask such of another. Rente approached slowly and kneeled. No doubt I looked horrified... I was in a sense. What in all the Mercies was happening? And Why? This could not be right. There was a mistake. Mine was not such a place of high honor. Further still it was not my place to refuse... If the Highest of High priests had bid me stand on my head I would have... no question asked. This task was perhaps more difficult but could be met with no less respect.

"My Saint. I pledge my sword, my heart and my service to your will, forever forward to the end of time in your service. If you will have it."

The weight of his words fell upon me and I realized that all in the room were looking to me to answer him. I spoke, choked, and through carefully chosen words.

"Brother Rente... It would do me greater honor to see that pledge to one deserving of it, to see you serve He Who Endures... for I am, and ever will be the willing servant. What you offer is not mine to take, but nor will I dishonor your spirit by turning you away friend. Please... you needn't bow..."
--

The first of many humbling moments. Brother Rente would go from one who was so outspoken against me, to one of my more... stalwart supporters. In fact it would become almost unsettling, the ferocity with which he would defend me. This was only the tip of it. As the days would progress, members of various Ilmatari orders and temples would come, on pilgrimage to meet the Living Saint, or offer service.

It was a daunting thing... maybe more so than the events that came before. It would take months for me to learn to balance the woman I am, and the figurehead I had become. Even now, the balance is not perfect. A simple girl turned slave... a woman turned healer... a healer turned leader of a war... a leader chosen... Chosen to be a Beacon of Mercy... I may forever marvel at this path. Confusing as it is.

As much as I sought to argue against such things, it has been an opportunity to do great things and help the people. I know my tasks are not yet complete, and I know my path remains true, for Mercy is ever there with His hand at my back, guiding me, as duty and heart bid.

Murder Rended... Mercy Mended... Part XV
Saint Merielle

Murder Rended... Mercy Mended

I know Death usually hold memories. Keeps them from us. My blessing... or my bane... was to remember. A gift, fitting to one who holds memories so precious. We do not truly appreciate the light until we have been swallowed whole by the darkness. A darkness that would scar hearts, such as Emrys, Valqis, even Ian... Many others. Some wounds heal slowly, some hearts grow bitter. Even Mercy weeps... that day, and in the days to come... Mercy's tears, and the tears of many... would wash clean the blood that stained the land.

Not all wounds could be healed, and by no means were all souls saved... But in sacrificing so much, to save Billy's soul... So much was saved. Not all would agree it is worth the price. By no means has the end of the Bhaalist temple been the end of my troubles. There are still those who grieve bitter losses.

There are still enemies that wish my life, and the lives of those dear to me as payment for what they lost. Bhaal's Chosen even still lurks, crawling his way from death, and promising vengeance when the time is right. Bhaal's faithful were denied their Avatar of their lord... but this by no means has halted the threat that the Bhaalists or their allies pose.

I am haunted by the nightmare that those months became... comforted by my faith... Comforted by the knowledge and nightmares of what could have come to pass if we had failed. I remember those garish visions of the lands washed in blood. I remember the glaring truth of blood and battle that had so scarred the lands.

I still remember the first time I stood on the roof of Bentley's inn... I even remember the first time I stepped foot on the land after the temple had fallen. Nearly a year later... The inn was open. A cheery, but imposing safe haven along the Tradeway. Nothing like the dark shadow it was. Standing on the roof, the faint scars are still there, evident. Druids and rangers sought to heal the land... the wildflowers I carefully planted have taken root. The lands are green and alive... it is beautiful and bittersweet.

Sometimes, even now... I can stand there and look out over the lands, see the memorial to the Fallen... see the battle that once raged... I blink and the lands are stained with blood. The steady march of time, and Mercy's gentle hand move to heal that which was sundered... Duty continues for some, and others rest peacefully in the arms of their gods. Some rest in the care of Mercy. Some wait... How I pray, when the world looks back on my own path, that they take a moment to remember the price some were willing to pay that the Lord of Murder would not walk Toril.

I pray they forget the woman... Forget the saint... Forget the titles and trappings of faith. That they instead remember what we stood for. Why we stood. I pray they remember the strength of faith, and the value of things beyond the physical world. I pray they remember those who have kept me standing, that I may complete my duty. For without these, my cause... Billy... and all hope might have been lost.

In two years, so very much has changed, and it is staggering... and yet, some things remain the same:

"In the End there is Only Mercy."

--

Baldur's Gate Gazette - Volume IV, Issue 4
by Elycia Innovius

An issue of the Baldur's Gate Gazette, dated Nightal 22, 1347. The words, 'Publisher and Editor: Elycia Innovius' is written on the bottom of each page.

In bold letters, the front-page article is clearly visible. Next to it, a depiction of the southern area of Beregost, with Flaming Fist Mercenaries, along with their siege weaponry, looking out into the distance to the South. The caption under the image reads, 'Artist depiction of a Flaming Fist war camp in Beregost'. In small type, the words 'Elycia Innovius' appear next to this article.'

Troops Edge Closer in Amn-Baldur's Gate War

The growing Fist encampment, which had previously been stationed outside of the Friendly Arm Inn adjacent to the Trade Way, has now marched into the city of Beregost and is preparing for open war with Amn. The Fist have created an encampment along the southern edge of the city of Beregost, along with siege weaponry. After giving an address in the city of Baldur's Gate formally declaring war against the nation of Amn, Duke Eltan has also traveled to Beregost and is currently remaining there along with the Flaming Fist soldiers. Meanwhile, Amnian troops have also been heard to have marched into the city of Nashkel, and stand ready. The situation between Baldur's Gate and the neighboring nation of Amn has intensified and lies currently on the cusp of open warfare. Many across the Sword Coast are worried of the potential consequences that this war might bring, especially the citizens of Beregost. Meanwhile, in the farmlands near Baldur's Gate, a rope bridge has been strung across the remains of the Chiontar Bridge, which had been destroyed in what Duke Eltan had attributed to actions by the nation of Amn. The ferry across the Chiontar is still operating to transport large pieces of equipment across the river, but most of the foot traffic has been directed to the temporary rope bridge. No word has emerged yet of when the rebuilding of the bridge shall begin. For the present moment, all eyes are turned to the soldiers on the front lines, waiting for what will come to pass.

On the next page, another article is written. Underneath the headline, the words 'Elycia Innovius' also are visible.

Dean Sonlite Dies, Sword Coast Mourns

It was a tragic day on the Sword Coast indeed as it was made known that the Morninglord and former Warden of Beregost Dean Sonlite had come to an end, just south of the city of Beregost. The Morninglord had recently been interviewed for the previous issue of the Baldur's Gate Gazette. Dean Sonlite died corageously, selflessly protecting others and willingly sacrificed his life for this purpose. A funeral was held at dusk outside of the Temple of Lathander in the city of Beregost. A large amount of mourners attended, to grieve his loss and honor his life. Many prominent Sword Coast denizens whom were familiar with Dean spoke about him during his funeral, including the good-elf Aearion Caunwaithon, as well as the Scribe of Candlekeep, Teo. Thedran The Rock Rock also performed a musical piece to honor Dean. Even after the funeral had concluded, those of the Sword Coast still keep Dean Sonlite in their thoughts.

Another article is placed on the right-hand side of the page. It bears the image of a hanged man in silhouette with a crowd looking on. Underneath the image, the caption reads, 'Artist illustration of the hanging'.

Captain Kalma Hellstorm hanged, incinerated

The Captain of the Hellstorm pirate crew, The Hellstorms, has recently been hanged on the Duke's lands after being captured by the ever-vigilant Thedran Rock. The Captain was captured by Thedran on the Way of the Lion, south of the Friendly Arm Inn. Thereafter, he was turned into the Flaming Fist, and held by the Fist unto his date of execution. Captain Kalma Hellstorm was hanged publicly not long after by Fist Officers, and once declared dead by hanging, his body was incinerated into ash as to prevent any individuals from bringing life back into his body through use of divine magics. The Captain Kalma Hellstorm had an infamous reputation within the town of Roaringshore as well as the Sword Coast in general. He was Captain of the vessel the Sea Wolf. The Captain was recently rumored to have been wed to his lover, Lilah Hellstorm. As well, the Captain was known to have recently fought off a mighty sea monster known as Kraken. The Hellstorm crew is still thought to be active in Roaringshore, although information about their appointment of a new Captain is unknown.

On page three, two articles are written. There is a longer article to the left of the page, with a larger headline. The larger article also has an image beside it, of an elf performing a song or story for a larger gathering of elves, within a peaceful courtyard. Words are written below this image, 'An elf in Doron Amar shares a tribute to Corellon.' Elicya Innovius also appears to have written this article.

Elves Celebrate Corellon Larethian in Doron Amar

On 11 Nightal, the Elves of Doron Amar celebrated "Lateu'quor", (Corellon Larethian's Forest Communion of the Crescent Moon). The elves from across the Sword Coast traveled to the moonlit glades of Doron Amar, along with their non-elven friends. The elves enjoyed food and drink while they shared song, dance, and stories of lore honoring the elven god Corellon. After a lovely introduction and prayer to Corellon to begin the ceremony, those attending were invited to share their pieces, and many memorable performances were seen. Good-elf Aearion Caunwaithon performed a hymn to the All Father (another title bestowed to Corellon) along with musical accompaniment by his lovely wife, Alison The Harlequin Caunwaithon. A rousing tale of some of the history of Corellon Larethian was also told by the elf Baelather, and such was greatly enjoyed by all. The festivities of Lateu'quor continued long and with much delight and reverence for the God of All Elves.

On the righthand side of the page, an article has been placed.

Famous Scholar Announces New Publication

The respectable mage and Guide of Candlekeep, Wendel Ashby, has finished his latest publication. The paper which is known as A Treatise on the Slayers, Is an insightful essay picking apart the dwarven psyche and tendencies, in order to better shed new light upon what this cult are and how to better understand them from an objective point of view. A reflection of his own experience dealing with these dwarved, the publication has been acknowledged and accepted into the library, whose knowledge was previously lacking the subject. The essay has undergone printing of a few hundred copies, available until they run out at Phyldia's Magic Shop within Candlekeep. The Gazette attempted to contact any of the Slayers for a comment on the new paper, yet were unable to reach them.

Page four is home to a large image of an old, wise-looking man. He can be easily recognized as the Guide of Candlekeep, Wendel Ashby. The text below the image confirms this, reading, 'Wendel Ashby, Guide of Candlekeep'. The small text next to the headline bears the name 'Elycia Innovius'.

Interview with Wendel Ashby, Guide of Candlekeep

The Gazette recently sat down with Wendel Ashby, Guide of Candlekeep. In addition to being the Guide, Ashby is an accomplished mage, and Priest of Oghma. Guide Ashby is often seen with his rather accomplished weasel familiar, Gwen, and enjoys growing and cultivating begonias. We asked him a few questions about Candlekeep and his position there, and the Guide was happy to oblige.

Q: What is Candlekeep, and what purpose does it serve?
A: Candlekeep of course primarily serve the collection, protection and preservation of knowledge of all manner, as well as keeping alive the Prophecies of Alaundo.

Q: What do you do as the Guide of Candlekeep?
A: As Guide I first and foremost oversee the Avowed. Manage their day to day matters, direct the course of the various studies and researches. Be responsible for the recruiting and training of Acolytes, supported by Readers of course. As well as reporting the lore and learning matters of the Keep to First Reader Tethtoril. The well being and maintenance of the Library itself also a chief concern of the Guide, as well as manageing access to it.

Q: What is an Avowed of Candlekeep?
A: The Avowed are the scholars and monks who live and work at the Keep and take vows to do so. Some are Seekers who leave Candlekeep to find lore, others are Scribes who write down lore we see fit to be let out. Readers who manage training and many of the studies and research matters, being some of those the folk of these parts most like to meet.

Q: How did you become interested in Candlekeep, and then become Guide?
A: Well, after me days as a farmer and local Wizard outside of Suzail, in Cormyr, and after me wife died, I felt it was the will of Oghma I see more directly to he work. I set out from that place and took some ten years comin this way, gatherin lore of the places I passed on me way. Finally I arrive in these parts and become an Acolyte of Candlekeep and started to do me duties and work me way through the ranks of the Avowed. I chose to join as I felt it was one of the best ways in which I might serve Oghma. In time the venerable Vauk, some nine hundred years old, grew weary and felt it be time to step down. There was some discussion between he, Ulraunt, Tethtoril and the other Avowed and I was offered the Guide's Staff. Since then I have tried to conduct meself in the service of the Keep as best I am able.

-X-

Page five has two pieces written upon it. One of them is the familiar Our Nite Sky, written by Valqis Sanejmeh, Reader of Candlekeep.

Our Nite Sky

Nightal 20, 1347. It is 365 days since the last Winter Solstice (longest time of night). We are now in the month of The Dawning Down. The night period is 15.5 hours and light period is 8.5 hours each day. The Winter Equinox will happen on Nightal 21. It is the day with the longest time of night. After tomorrow, the light time will become longer each day until the Summer Solstice on Kythorn 21 (183 days after tomorrow). The moon Selune was full round on Nightal 10 and was half round on Nightal 17. Selune will hide in the Sun's bright light beginning Nightal 24 for 3 days. It will be half round again on Hammer 1. The next year, 1248, will begin on Hammer 1, on the Calendar of Harptos begins his calendar on Day 12 after the Winter Solstice. On my home islands, our calendar year begins on the Winter Solstice and it will be year 949. Different places on Toril use different calendars. But we all share the same night sky.

Another article is written to the right-hand side of the page. This one has small text under the headline that reads, 'Wendel Ashby, Guide of Candlekeep.'

A Warning from the Old Ones

In the days lost to ancient lore,
did the wing-ed Aearee soar.
In time now known only to sages,
lived the Sarrukh who passed they scales through the ages.

Before the elves walked these lands,
the Batrachi went about on webb-ed hands.
In the Days of Thunder did these races live,
gone from time yet a warning they give.

We, the races who prosper now,
should heed their fall and learn of how.
With arrogance and strife came their decline.
they were not saved from fate by the Divine.

If men, and elves, dwarves and hin,
cannot come to see themselves as kin,
We, shall too, all be lost.
To ignore history has its costs.

-X-

Baldur's Gate Gazette - Volume IV, Issue 5
by Elycia Innovius

An issue of the Baldur's Gate Gazette, dated Alturiak 7, 1348. The words, 'Publisher and Editor: Elycia Innovius' is written on the bottom of each page.

In bold letters, the front-page article is clearly visible. Next to it, a depiction of an Amnian soldier and Flaming Fist Elite doing battle, clashing swords together. The caption under the image reads, 'Artist depiction of a battle between an Amnian and Fist soldier'. In small type, the words 'Elycia Innovius' appear next to this article.'

WAR! Amn-Gate Battles Rage, Peace Talks

After months of rising tensions, open war broke out between the nation of Amn and the city-state of Baldur's Gate. Amnian forces pushed into Beregost and occupied the city, forcing refugees farther north. The Amnian soldiers and fierce Cowled Wizards posed a serious challenge to the Flaming Fist mercenaries, whom were greatly outnumbered in the battle. The war raged on for some time, with adventuring folk coming to the aid of the Fist to drive out the Amnians and reclaim the city of Beregost. Through various missions and initiatives, what seemed at first to be a tall odds for Baldur's Gate turned into small victories. The elves of Doron Amar provided assistance in defending the village of Gullykin, while the dwarves of Kraak Helzack did their best to aid Baldur's Gate, despite the losses that they have taken in recent months. Through the combined efforts of these forces, Baldur's Gate was able to put up a good resistance to Amnian troops. It was then that the Lord's Alliance Coalition Army reached the fighting in Beregost and was able to provide reinforcements to the Flaming Fist. Upon the arrival of the Lord's Alliance, the Amnians did decide to enter peace talks, thus ending the war of 1347. Tensions are still high, and the two nations are quite worried that fighting may erupt again, although the recent civil war breaking out in Tethyr should keep the Amnians reasonably occupied at least for the time being. Heavy casualties were taken on both sides, the Flaming Fist seeing many soldiers felled. As well, many innocent civilians lost their lives during the fighting. The city of Beregost is largely destroyed, as well as Gullykin, and it will inevitably take much time to rebuild from the result of the fighting between the two neighboring nations. The Baldur's Gate Gazette prays for the blessings of the gods upon those affected by the war, and hopes for much peace and better times for denizens of the Coast in the future to come.

On the next page, two articles are written. A picture of a fearsome-looking five-headed dragon sits in the middle of the page, between the two articles. Below the image, the caption reads, 'An illustration of the infamous and powerful Tiamat.'

Tiamat Released in Palace District Blast

Residents of Baldur's Gate are still reeling from a terrible explosion in the Palace District, caused by the release of the essence and rise of the so-called 'Nemesis of the Gods', Tiamat. In an apparently very successful plot, Cultists working with the Cult of the Dragon and Cult of Tiamat came together to rebirth Tiamat, and did so with a fiery inferno over the Hall of Wonders in the Palace District. The Hall of Wonders, which was once home to many fine Gondan innovations such as a Mechanical Scribe, was invaded by the Cultists, who slew the guardians and priests protecting the Hall. Soon thereafter, as the Farmlands and other parts of the Coast were being besieged by angry dragons, the massive blast rocked the Palace District, causing immense destruction and death. Many were immediately incinerated by the blast and others had their homes and places of business destroyed. The Plague activated in the South by the Cult of the Dragon prevented Flaming Fist officers from stopping the Cultists from their activation of Tiamat's essence. It was heard that Tiamat rose above the city and flew off, likely to cause death and destruction elsewhere. Resident Cultists are reported to be extremely pleased by the rise of Tiamat, so much so that they welcomed death by adventurers as they trumpeted their success, their missions in life complete. Tiamat has yet to be seen again, although many fear when that time may come.

Another article is placed on the right-hand side of the page. It appears to have been written by Elycia Innovius.

Flaming Fist Suffer Plague, Souls Rescued

Amidst the chaos and rage of the dragons across the Sword Coast, the Flaming Fist stationed in Beregost fell victim to a terrible plague. When they were most needed to restore order and provide assistance in the city of Baldur's Gate, only a small percentage of the Flaming Fist awoke from their sleep; the rest, even magical help did not snap them out of their comatose state. A similar phenomenon was suffered in parts of Amn near Nashkel, indicating this plague was not drawn on political lines. Lucky, the bards, wizards, and loremasters of Candlekeep launched into action, and tirelessly worked to end the plague and release the souls of the Fist mercenaries. This led the Avowed of Candlekeep to interplanar travel, where they were able to finally destroy the artifact that was causing the plague. With only a few casualties, the souls of the Flaming Fist were rescued from their planar trappings and awoke once more. It was found that the Cult of the Dragon used this artifact to cause the plague, in order to delay the assistance by the Flaming Fist to allow for the rise of Tiamat. No further word of activity of the Cult of the Dragon has been heard.

On page three, two articles are written. There is an article to the left of the page, with an image of halflings running from a burning village beside it. Words are written below this image. 'Halfling refugees escape in terror as Gullykin burns.'

Gullykin Burned in Amn-Gate Battle

GULLYKIN - During the chaos of the War, the halfling town of Gullykin suffered serious damage to fire and left many hin folk displaced. As Amnian troops attempted to push into Gullykin as a route to the Fist camp north of Beregost, they were met with resistance, and siege weaponry caused much of the town's buildings to catch aflame. The fires blazed as the Amnians and Fist troops fought on, several elves fighting upon the side of Baldur's Gate in the interests of their allies in Gullykin. Eventually, the land of Gullykin was won back by Baldur's Gate. However, the battle resulted in the majority of the buildings in the small halfling village being destroyed, as well as heavy casualties. The majority of the buildings and structures of the largely-wooden Gullykin have been razed to the ground, large pits of ash where humble hin homes once stood. A few halflings have been spotted trying to make do within the harsh winter in the skeletons of their ruined homes, but most are presumed to be taking refuge elsewhere, possibly the city of Doron Amar.

On the righthand side of the page, another article has been placed. In small text beside the headline, the words 'Elycia Innovius' have been placed.

Duke Entar Hosts Palace Charity Gala

In effort to raise funds for the recently damaged Palace District, Duke Entar has hosted a charity gala in the Ducal Palace. The Palace District has suffered much damage to buildings in what used to be a very picturesque region of the city, home to many of the city's nobles. Duke Entar, selflessly concerned with the interests of Baldur's Gate nobility, thoughtfully hosted this gala, so that the nobles of the Palace District may see their villas restored anew. At the gala, those wishing entry were required to donate three-hundred gold pieces; a sizable sum, given the amount of gold could easily purchase ten ponies, three carriages, or one hundred and fifty night stay in a good inn. Once the generous attendants paid their fee, they were served drinks by the serving girls and enjoyed music of the White Mask Theater minstrels. Many well-known figures of the Sword Coast were in attendance, including Ragefast and Bentley Mirrorshade. The Dukes were also in attendance, and humored many guests' political and business requests, most of which were politely declined. The evening ended with dancing and an assassination attempt on a Councilor of Doron Amar (the assassin was quickly beheaded by a Fist Officer). Guests received rare blue diamonds as thanks for attending.

Page four also has two articles placed upon it, a smaller one, and a larger one with an image beside it. The smaller article is placed to the left-hand side of the page.

Radiant Heart Keep Completed

THE FARMLANDS - At long last, the construction on the new Radiant Heart chapter keep in Baldur's Gate has been completed. The former basis of operation was the Temple of Torm, within the City of Baldur's Gate. Negotiations with the Council of Four of the city allowed the Radiant Heart to move to the outlands, near the very dangerous Fields of the Dead. This location was likely strategically chosen as to keep an eye on these pesky Undead, and prevent them from laying siege to the folk of the Farmlands. As well, the chapter hall completely encircles Baldur's Gate orphanage, providing much-needed protection to those vulnerable orphans. The leaders of the Radiant Heart in Athkatla issued a statement of pride in the Baldur's Gate chapter's successes thus far, and the completion of this new keep.

The article to the right of the last one bears an image of a young, sad woman in a cloak, placing her hand upon a coffin. Smaller text below the image reads, 'A young Beregostan widow laments the death of her husband.'

War Troubles Beregostan Refugees

BEREGOST - Displaced and injured, the citizens of Beregost still suffer from the occupation and fighting inside of their town. While the battles have ended and peace talks have commenced, there are many pieces to pick up yet as Beregost heals from the scars of war. During the initial occupation and battles that ensued thusly to win back the town, many denizens of the Sword Coast offered a helping hand to the Beregostan refugees. Namely, the Order of the Silver Rose erected a refugee camp along the Way of the Lion, near Candlekeep. The leader of the Silver Rose, Haeman, and others provided shelter for many Beregostans. The refugee camp, including Candlekeep Scribe Teo, provided care for injuries, as well, as it can be noted that a few of the refugees were wounded as they attempted to flee the town. As the fighting wore on, more folks stepped up to assist the refugees, including such popular figures as Julindra Meynolds, Valqis Sanejmeh, Knives, Lillith, and Wendel Ashby. Adventurer bands were able to move groups of refugees farther north, where Bentley at the Friendly Arm Inn provided them respite. Currently, as the town has been reclaimed by the Dukes of Baldur's Gate, the refugee camp has been disbanded by the Flaming Fist. But the Beregostan citizens still have a long way to go. With most homes destroyed, and hundreds brutally killed, it is likely that they will not soon forget this tragic time.

Page five has two articles written upon it, and an image of comedy tragedy theater masks in the center of the page. The article to the left is longer, and appears to have been written by Elycia Innovius.

White Mask Theater Spreads Cheer Amidst Trying Times

BALDUR'S GATE - The White Mask Theater, of the Baldur's Gate Palace District, has been hard at work amidst these times of war and destruction. Headed by Theater Director Mia Desdemona, and dutifully supported by Assistant Director Valqis Sanejmeh, the Theater has taken many opportunities to brighten the spirits of the downtrodden through various means. Only days after the conclusion of the 1347 Amn-Gate War, the White Mask held an impromptu Open Stage performance near the fire-camp at the Friendly Arm Inn, to delight denizens and passers by. More recently after the blast that devastated the Palace District, the White Mask Theater launched into action again. Since the Theater, by Tymora's grace, had been spared any structural damage save a few shattered windows, they have opened up their heavily reinforced doors to any and all displaced by the explosion. A sign outside of the Theater building welcomes those made homeless by the terrible blast within the district of the nobility, offering a soft bed and warm meal. The White Mask Theater continues to provide for the city, with many things in the works. Assistant Director Valqis has commented that regular Open Stage Nights will commence again shortly, and rumors have it that a new full-length play may be performed by the Mask soon.

Another article is written to the right-hand side of the page. This one has small text under the headline that reads, 'Madam Flora Minxilli.'

Elven Rai and Councilor Rhys Spotted Together; A Budding Romance?

Though deep in the month of Alturiak, The Claw of Winter, not every bed on the Sword Coast is cold. Elven affection, renown for its eternal, undying passion, has struck two most famous souls. Rhys Feivra and the shapely, sullen form of Rai the Shadowdancer, have been spotted tangled in each other's arms, and whispers of it are carried in the wind. Sources state that the normally immaculate white-silken collar of Rhys' magical garb are stained by the pecking of lips, all the while Rai's former lover Kald Blake (Paladin of Mielikki) has up and left the Coast in disdain. How they found one another, or how anyone found Rai at all, is left to speculation; but it is this reporter's opinion that fighting in the war instilled a passionate longing for one-another. A bond seldom found outside expressions of such hardship.

Will they live happily ever after? Who's to say. But one thing is certain; love is in the air, and things on the Sword Coast are looking up for a change.

-X-

Notable Events on the Sword Coast - 1344 DR - Year of the Moonfall

- A rogue and corrupt trading coster attacks Baldur's Gate, and later occupies Beregost.
- An ancient red dragon terrorizes the Sword Coast and is hunted down by a large group of adventurers.
- A Thayan enclave is set up near Baldur's Gate shortly after the first is set up in Procampur. A dispute over payment leads to a Red Wizard attack on Baldur's Gate, in which a number of adventurers, including Flaming Fist officer Justin Crownsilver, distinguish themselves.
- The Weave Masters are founded in Baldur's Gate with the help of the bronze dragon Shimshelussir 'the Benevolent Fang'.
- The Keepers of the Elder Circle become a prominet force in the protection of nature in the region.
- The Ramset Plague runs rampant in the Baldur's Gate area, causing outbursts of undead abominations from those infected.
- Clan Ironfaar is founded by Foinus Ironfaar.
- A strong Zhentarim presence makes itself known throughout Baldur's Gate area.
- The Thieves Guild operating in Baldur's Gate becomes influential under the leadership of 'Toybox'.
- Beregost is occupied for over a tenday by the Twisted Rune, a cabal of liches. Jonas Rokranon and Dallenthel Wyndsoul lead the liberation.

Notable Events on the Sword Coast - 1345 DR - Year of the Saddle

- Baldur's Gate is besieged by a mixed army of goblinoid and giant creatures. Duke Eltan rides out to lead the defense himself.
- The Shadow Singer of Aria, also known as the Herald of Darkness, a proxy of Shar, plagues the Sword Coast, preying upon women in the night. The Church of Shar, acting secretly, gathers power.
- The White Mask Theater is constructed by the Iron Throne at the behest of Selis Vhaire.
- Under the leadership of Selah Shartess, the Naskel Trade Emporium works to rebuild Nashkel following its destruction by giants. An alliance with the Ironfaar and druid circle is formed for stonework and agriculture, respectively. The Diamond Blades are formed to serve as protection for the N.T.E. and Nashkel.
- Arkaine Halforken founds the Baldur's Gate chapter of the Order of the Radiant Heart.
- Toybox' continues to run the Thieves Guild, striking at rival evil organizations to consolidate power.
- Plantagonox, a bronze dragon, comes to the region in order to aid against a family of white dragons in the Cloud Peak mountains. The metallic dragon befriends Candlekeep, the Weave Masters, and a handful of adventurers before his demise while assaulting the enemy.
- The publicly popular 'Tolerance is Treason' campaign is lead by Dallenthel and Valenthel Wyndsoul, resulting in their knighthood by the Dukes of Baldur's Gate.
- A corrupt member of the Flaming Fist tortures Sister Merielle. Despite the guilty officer being severely punished by Justin Crownsilver, the event led to 'The Beren Cross Incident' in which Beren Cross of the Valiant Shield collaborated with a handful of misled elves from Doron Amar against the Fist, culminating in the assassination of Justin Crownsilver.
- 'The Crownsilver Affair' occurs, in which Justin Crownsilver's ghost haunts the Coast seeking revenge on those who murdered him. Sister Merielle helps his spirit find justice instead, and Crownsilver is restored to life.
- A winter of torment grips the area as the Bhaalists try to seize the boy 'Billy' from the protection of the Ilmateri. Riots ensue as the commonfolk demand the boy be given up when their loved ones are slain by cultists.
- The first Doron Amar, an elven community in the Wood of Sharp Teeth, is razed by orcs, and the second begins construction under new leadership.
- Rumor of another Thayan enclave, this time in Amn, surface.
- The Bhaalist siege occurs, resulting in the razing of the temple of Bhaal along the Trade Way by the combined forces of the Flaming Fist and Triadic churches. Jonas Rokranon is knighted, and Sister Merielle Williams (Silene) is made a living saint.

Notable Events on the Sword Coast - 1346 DR - Year of the Blood Bird

- The Friendly Arm Inn is constructed by Bentley Mirrorshade and his wife Gellana over the ruins of the destroyed Bhaalist temple.
- The second Doron Amar settlement in the Wood of Sharp Teeth nears completion.
- Clan Ironfaar is rebuilt under the leadership of Korgoth following Foinus' death.
- After the mysterious disappearance of N.T.E. leader Selah Shartess, the Magna Vault Trading Company moves in to take a share of the trade in and around Nashkel.
- Flaming Fist First Company, also known as 'Norton's Bastards' returns from a successful mission to the jungles of Chult.
- The Flaming Fist occupy the corrupt docks district of Baldur's Gate after the assassination of some prominent citizens, drastically decreasing the crime in the area of the city.
- 'The Lightbringer Incident' occurs, in Lightbringer attempt to asassinate Duke Eltan when brought up on charges of necromancy. This leads to a restructure of the mercenary company.
- The hin village of Gullykin is terrorized by worgs led by an enormous barghest.

- The White Mask Theater is burned by arsonists, resulting in the destruction of most of the interior. It is rebuilt within the next few months.
- An unaffiliated mercenary company sporting a red uniform and silver star, going by the name "Red Field Guard", is founded by one captain Kel. After condemning the illegal actions taken by one of its alleged members, Duke Eltan orders the Flaming Fist to disband the Red Field Guard. Those who continue to openly wear the colors of the Red Field Guard are hunted down and punished.
- The Wardens of Beregost form under the command of Dean Sonlite. Although they still report to Most Radiant of Lathander Kelddath Ormlyr, governor of Beregost, the group is separate from the church of Lathander.
- Torrential rain leads to flooding and lost crops in Baldur's Gate, leading to near famine conditions. The Triadic churches help organize relief.
- The Magna Vault Trading Company more or less collapses when many of its leaders are discovered to be criminals. The North Amnian Trade Guild is formed in the ashes, but it too does not last long.
- Rhys Feivra founds the Arcane Academy in Doron Amar, and institutes himself as Headmaster.

Notable Events on the Sword Coast - 1347 DR - Year of the Bright Blade

- The Arcane Academy's tower in Doron Amar is completed.
- Relations between Baldur's Gate and Amn take a turn for the worse.
- The Weave Masters rename themselves 'Istari Tower'.
- The ancient red dragon Klauth, also known as 'Old Snarl', takes an interest in the Baldur's Gate region. Paranoia ensues as rumors spread rampantly about the dragon's motives. After a few tenday his attention turns elsewhere, but not before getting a few things he wanted.
- The Temple of Bane in the Wood of Sharp Teeth is assaulted by mixed forces of allies in the area. Although the structure is ruined, leading members of the church managed to escape relatively unscathed.
- Istari Tower is shut down by the Dukes due to a long history of irresponsibility and endangerment to the city.
- The nagas of the Serpent Hills well to the north of Baldur's Gate rampage throughout the northern regions, raiding supplies in order to construct their new home.
- The Sea of Swords is rocked by major storms that are rumored to be tied in some way to notorious outlaw Kalma Hellstorm. A few weeks later, the seas are suddenly calmed and the ocean returns to normal.
- The Elves of Doron Amar find themselves the victims of a Demonologist, one who uses them to fuel his pocket portal. Several skirmishes have occurred, but the Demonologist still lives and is much at large.
- The Red Wizard are once more tolerated by the Dukes, and an Enclave is permitted in the city of Baldur's Gate.

- A new mercenary company makes itself available to the public. The Adventurer's Guild, led by the extraordinary mercenary, Mathias Kreesor, opens its doors to others interested in making gold.
- Tensions between Baldur's Gate and Amn soar to new heights: a Fist galleon is sunk by an Amnian ship; the Amnian emissary to Baldur's Gate is sent back to Amn, though attacked on the way; the Baldur's Gate emissary to Amn is then sent back north to the Gate, though he doesn't make it as the caravans he was travelling in suddenly explode on the bridge spanning the Chiontar River, destroying a great deal of the bridge. With the most recent attack, Duke Eltan orders his troops to start preparing for war.
- The Zhentarim fortress, Darkhold, falls. The forces to which captured the fortress are unknown to the commoner, though whoever they are, it's certain they are powerful and strong.
- The stronghold of the Ironfaar dwarves falls, as many of the dwarven kind are left severely wounded and crippled. In order to return to stable feet, the dwarves gather and unite under a single banner, known as Kraak Helzak, "Fortress of the Holy Anvil". They set out to build their new home.
- With Baldur's Gate and Amn now at war, armies from both sides move into position as the Flaming Fist occupy Beregost and set-up defensive barricades while the Amnians move their army north over the Cloud Peaks into Nashkel.

Planar Dragons
A Short Treatise on Planar Dragons
by Reader Laitae Lafreth

Dedication
I dedicate this text, in which I explain the nature of some planar dragons in short terms, to my colleague and friend Hoihe Dacino, a sorcerer and silver dragon warrior of considerable power and knowledge of his own ancestors, but lacking a bit in other draconic species. You know I mean well, Hoihe.

Battle dragons
These planar dragons are most commonly found in the plane of Ysgard, one of the planes of objective good, which is also the nature of these dragons. They are known for their valor in battle, optimism and ability to inspire battle morale to others. They are small, as dragons go, growing at very much the same rate as White dragons. Their main "breath" is more a scream that causes damage much like an Orb of Sound. They also have a secondary breath which is a gas that inspires fear in their enemies.

Chaos dragons
As the name suggests, these dragons are chaotic in all ways while being as often good as they are evil. They are mainly found on the ever changing plane of Limbo and grow about as big and fast as Green dragons and Bronze dragons. Their chaotic nature causes their main breath weapon to randomly change between the energies acidic, electric, cold, fiery and sonic. Even more true to chaos, their second breath is a gas that confuses the mind.

Pyroclastic dragons
These dragons of elemental fury are native to the objectively evil plane of Gehenna, and are more lenient towards order and law than chaos if anything. They grow as large as Red and Silver dragons and enjoy swimming through the magma on their endless, volcanic home plane. Their main breath is a roaring cloud of hot ash that both scorches their enemies and crushes them with sonic force. Their secondary breath disintegrates anything not powerful enough to withstand it.

Radiant dragons
These dragons native to the plane of Celestia are arguably more righteous and strident in their wish to destroy evil than the Gold dragons of the Prime. As their name suggests, they shine brightly with what has been described as a "heavenly glow", but they can dim this glow if they so wish. They grow as large as Gold dragons and have two powerful kinds of breath, if you can even call them that. The primary one manifests as a line of pure force, while the secondary one is a blinding light.

Tarterian dragons
Native to the lower plane Carceri, these dragons are evil in nature and leaning towards chaos if anything. They are possibly the largest of the evil dragons, growing at the same rate as Gold and Radiant dragons, thus making them larger than Reds. Their main breath weapon is a devastating line of disruptive force, while their secondary breath is a gas that makes the affected despair and lose morale.

Reader Laitae Lafreth of Candlekeep

Qarnaq, Island on the Trackless Sea
by Eratharn, Scribe of Candlekeep, 1346

Preface:
This book is based on personal interview with a human female, aged about 21 years named Valqis Sanejmeh, Daughter of Martoq and Ghilqa, former Navigator of Qarnaqi ship Spiked Fist, and now Seeker of Candlekeep. Although this book is based on information from a single source, in my conversations with Valqis and other persons who know her, I believe the facts described in this book are true to the best of Valqis' knowledge and understanding of her stories. Common is a new language to her so there could be some errors due to incorrect translation. Her personal story is worthy of its own book. But for the purposes of this book, Valqis sailed from her home islands in the Trackless Sea to Baldur's Gate then traveled to Candlekeep. She is a skilled star navigator, artist and cartographer. The pictures and maps in this book were drawn by Valqis based on her memories of her home islands, collectively named Qarnaq.

*What follows is description of the islands, the climate, flora and fauna, persons, cultural norms, and their deities. Each section is accompanied by water color painting*

Conclusion:
Qarnaq is a collection of tropical islands in the distant Trackless Sea. Its climate, flora, and fauna are similar to the Chult peninsula region. It is inhabited by humans with some fragile link to Mulhorand in their distant past (perhaps 1000 years?) as evidence in their use of hieratic text, followers of the Mulhorand pantheon god Geb, and evidence of ancient hieroglyphs.

Stronghand Revealed
By Rocky Flatstone

Until now I was called wise, not yet plain
Nothing about run ragged to and fro
Something about grumpy and taciturn
Do as I say not as I do, Jump Sir
Ever wondered who saved us, probably not
But it was me I have our bottle
Regardless we escaped to the south
Right some say it was harpers, even old Groob
But no it was me plain and simple eh
Unlimited greed stalked us see
It seemed others would hurt this hour
I knew I had to leave them
Now I wandered alone the better to see
So to gain I needed to be going
You want to know where of course
And why not it's important too
Now here I have left it behind for us
Our heritage our nest egg our hope
Do consider wisely the worth of my rant

Urgent Flu Gazette volume I
News spreading like plague.
Volume I
A project by Janette Skein

PATRIOTS ON THE LOOSE

A suspicious activity was noticed in the Baldur’s Gate sewers! Creepy stalkers follow adventurers, asking uncomfortable questions and never revealing their face. Janette Skein, the 'Urgent Flu!' author, was able to have a conversation with one of them. The person didn’t reveal his name, but called himself a “baldurian patriot”, making ambigious hints that he belongs to an organization none other than the mysterious Thieves Guild. Ruling over half of the city, being unofficial law enforcers, secretly working against presumed dark elf inflitrators… Those were the words spoken by the patriot.

Is he a lunatic stalking lonely travelers, or the Thieves Guild exists and sends a message?! 'Urgent Flu!' will try to find out…

MEANWHILE ON THE COAST...

Secrets of the abandoned temple
Investigation of the Winding Waters abandoned temple complex is underway. John William Clarke, a scholar leading the expedition, shared thrilling details about the temple origins. It turns out that the horrible dungeon full of skull thrones and pools of human blood was once a temple dedicated to Istishia, the Water Queen. The scholar is busy with work of late, but the 'Urgent Flu!' shall reach him out for commentaries on the first opportunity!

Drow Encounter
A group of drow stalkers was spotted in the Upperdark, not far from the Titanfist Ruins. Enigmatic persons in black hoods, armed with daggers, encountered the dutiful representatives of the 'Urgent Flu!'. Prepared to say goodbye to her honestly earned coin, Janette Skein was surprised after hearing dark elves’ proposal.

They called themselves Mrigge d'l'Har'oloth, “Guides of the Underdark”. The drow person, introducing herself as Ilhara, claimed that they offer the Underdark tours to the surface travelers for a modest price of two bags of gold. A charity from the depth, or a cunning abduction plan by the deep dwellers?

Siege of Soubar
Worriesome news are heard from the distant North! Once again, the notorious town of Soubar was besieged by vampire raiders, allegedly led by Layla Nightgale, their ancient. Details are sketchy at best, but it is said a retinue of adventurers repelled the vermin and gave them chase. It is said that House Blackrose, through the act of numerous agents, delievered a devastating blow to the vampire menace, but sources were unable to reach the members for commentary.

Call of the Tribes
Harvard the son of Sigurd, a powerful barbarian conqueror from Ruathym, graced the Sword Coast with his intimidating presence. The berserker claimed that he is gathering all the barbarians of the Coast under his banners, creating a new clan, or a “felagi” as the warrior called it. Harvard declared that in time he plans to build a great hall in the area.

Janette Skein was able to accompany Harvard in his grand quest to find the fabled Temple of Auril. Through the frozen Amnian mountains, fighting off horrific yetis and frost worms, they've reached the destination. Janette beheld a white stallion being sacrificed to the Frostmaiden for a safe passage through her realm. In the end of this journey, she has witnessed the temple of Auril itself, a gargantuan hall of incredible beauty. The hosts were hospitable, although they asked the 'Urgent Flu!' author to return the favor to their goddess for such a warm greeting.

On the message board tonight!

- House of Spades invites you to visit the notorious Taint Museum. The biggest collection of cursed trinkets in the world gathered the dark obsidian halls of the Spades Estate is accessible for free. Contact archmage Salim el-Faddir for a tour!

- Pixanie is looking for Kas! In addition, she wants to know why "magic made Kas sad". If Kas is to read it, she may find Pixanie at the Friendly Arm Inn.

Urgent Flu!' gazette, volume 1, 28th of Eleint, 1356.
Investigated and written by Janette Skein.