Three Orlanthi warriors have arrived at the temple today and sought consul with Minaryth Purple. I only caught sight of these men briefly as they entered our temple here at Jonstown, from their appearance it would seem that they have journeyed far and the lines on their faces tell tales of hardship and conflict on their travels. Later Corinth, one of my fellow scribes here at the temple, told me that their names were Orstanor, Aransar and Callum. Their time with Minaryth lasted far longer than I had expected and in the evening of the day I and three others were summoned to this most extraordinary of meetings. The three other individuals chosen to attend were Branduan, Orlkensor and Kulbrast. Of these Branduan and Orlkensor were brothers both exiled from the city of Alone, for what reason I do not know; yet it is common knowledge that these two are from the criminal fraternity. They had recently joined the Lhankor Mhy cult and believed that they could put they rather unorthodox talents and abilities to our God's service, Minaryth who is wise in these matters was inclined to agree. The last of us was Kulbrast a warrior from the Kingdom of Lankst who had come to us seeking knowledge of Draconic lore, I had longed to have a chance to speak to him in order to expand my knowledge of his part of the world but alas so far my duties had kept me too busy to get an opportunity to speak to him for any length of time.
It appears that the three travellers have come into possession of an ancient prophecy concerning the legendary Windsword that was once wielded by Alakoring Dragonbreaker. The translated version of the prophecy is,
"When Emperor binds Windsword,
and winds die in the sky,
When that which was becomes once more,
the Empire forth shall rise."
Minaryth believes that the accursed Lunars are actively seeking the Windsword, which troubles his heart deeply, who knows what mischief could be wrought with such an item in their hands! Minaryth has asked us to embark on a quest to find the Windsword before the Lunars do, he did not compel us to go for he knows what dangers such an undertaking will bring. Nonetheless we all readily agreed to this task, I for one was honoured to be asked by Minaryth to act as the scribe for our cult on this most important of missions. I only hope that should we see battle against our foes on our journey that I will not let my comrades down, for they all appear to be more worldly men than I and have most likely had recourse to defend themselves frequently whereas I have led a scholarly life for many a year now.
Minaryth has suggested that our first course of action would be to try and get a better understanding of the prophecy as it has been translated from Auld Wyrmish, the language of the Dragons, and it is possible that it's true meaning may not have been accurately transcribed as there are many words in Auld Wyrmish that do not have an exact counterpart in the languages of man. Minaryth alas does not speak this tongue himself but has spoken of two men who still live that know the language of Dragons. Both men (if you can call them that) were alive during the time of the Empire of the Wyrms Friends and the period of History when Alakoring was struck down by the Elf King in battle (which is the last known record of the Windsword). One of these men is a feared necromancer and vampire, the other whose name is Forang Farosh is somewhat of an enigma. It seems that he died many hundreds of years ago but has lived on as a spirit who has possessed the body of another, and now does not age? This Forang Farosh has been resident in the village of Tink for years now and his presence there is well known to the Lunar Empire as well as many others. Apparently he acts as a Draconic scholar and is willing to sell his knowledge to any that pay.
Orlkensor was concerned that such a man could not be trusted and advised against contact with him in case he then sold information to others about our quest. Kulbrast and Orstanor on the other hand were most keen to meet him, feeling that he was the most likely source of information that we would get considering the lack written records about the Windsword and its whereabouts. In the end after a small debate the decision was made to confer with Forang Farosh and then continue on our way to the Elf lands.
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It has been two weeks now since we left Jonstown and earlier today whilst continuing our trek through the Sartarite Mountains we were set upon by a band of Trolls and Trollkin.
Whilst walking through the foothills, we noticed rocks rolling down, looking up we spied figures moving around further up the hill. Suddenly a Troll started to charge towards us shouting obscenities and threats. A wall of darkness encroached upon us but Orstanor stepped forward and dispelled this evil magic. Meanwhile I and my companions readied ourselves casting protection magics and other wardings. Slingshots rained down yet we held fast.
Kulbrast was the first to move, charging up the hill. With the Troll's spell negated we could now see that our foes counted both half a dozen Trolls and Trollkin. Kulbrast cast a lightwall and then braced his spear for a Troll's charge. Sure enough a Troll blinded by the intense light plunged straight onto his spear destroying its left shoulder. Aransar cast a disruption spell inflicting pain and injury to one of the Trollkin, however in retaliation the Trollkin returned magic in kind seriously harming Aransar. I sent a demoralisation spell towards one charging Troll, although the spell succeeded he kept on his charge. He and his brethren had clearly been fanaticized by their leader who was directing his followers from atop the hill. Orstanor hurled a javelin at this Troll and struck true, though his opponent drenched in unholy magics continued his assault. Kulbrast was gaining the upperhand against his Troll, even after taking a mighty blow to his shield. Branduan meanwhile had been unleashing a hail of arrows at our enemies with some success though none had yet been felled. Orlkensor had also charged up the hill and using guile honed by a life on the wrong side of the law had managed to misdirect his quarry and get behind him. Orstanor now squared up against his Troll and firmly struck out, his blade sinking deep into the beast. The Troll roared with rage and pain and returned a crushing blow to Orstanor's leg crippling him with a sickening "crack".
Having just demoralised a second Troll I heard Orstanor's cry and turned to see the Troll standing over him about to deliver a final blow. I started to run to Orstanor's aid, but Branduan who had also realised Orstanor's dire situation let fly an arrow with deadly accuracy that slew the foul creature. Aransar had now also engaged one of the Trolls but having received two blows to his left arm found himself losing ground to the fell beast fast. Kulbrast finished his opponent’s life the one last strike and then turned to aid Aransar. Orlkensor jumped onto his victims back and attempted to assassinate him, but the Troll proved more awkward than he had hoped and he could not find the monster's neck with his dagger. By now I had reached Orstanor and summoning all my healing magics I repaired his leg. With this done Orstanor immediately sprang up and charged up the hill towards the Trollkin.
Aransar cast a healing spell on himself to revitalise his damaged arm, then fuelled with vengeance slashed at his enemies' shield arm, crippling it. Branduan and I charged the Trollkin and the two Trolls with them, following the lightwall guided by Kulbrast. Branduan using a mobility spell sped forward and engaged the Trolls first. Orlkensor was finally thrown off by his Troll, however he landed nimbly and lashed out at the beast who parried with its shield. Branduan shield barged a Troll causing but a glancing blow, but then alas had his leg hacked at causing him to crumple to the ground. Kulbrast, who seeing that Aransar no longer needed his help, and I now came to Branduan's aid. Kulbrast maimed the Troll's left arm, then I jabbed with my spear but the Troll with dexterity that I had not yet witnessed dodged my strike. Orlkensor struck again at his Troll's shield arm rendering it useless. Branduan fighting from the ground thrust his spear into the Troll's left leg, finally felling the creature with blood gushing from a severed artery. Aransar plunges his sword into his Troll's chest dispatching him without mercy. Orlkensor meanwhile toying with his foe ruins its other arm leaving this villain seething in rage but impotent. The Troll tries in vain to head but Orlkensor who easily dances out of the way. The last remaining unharmed Troll turns to flee with the Trollkin, however Kulbrast and I give chase. Kulbrast is quicker than I and spears the monster in the chest killing it instantly. The Trollkin are let go as we tend our injuries and plunder the corpses of our enemies for bounty.
All that is left is Orlkensor still playing with his Troll, slowly and with great glee he puts the wretched creature out of its misery. However, he does receive a sizeable bite from the Troll for his trouble. I was fair drained of mystical energy by this point and Orstanor had to lend me a magic storage crystal so that I could restore Branduan's leg. Orlkensor came over to his brother and gushed with pride at Branduan's skill and courage during the battle. Branduan in return complimented his brother's Troll riding skill and was mightily impressed with Orlkensor's Troll bite scar.