For the time being, the pages of this journal find me strong enough and well enough to record our journey; hopefully they will for many years to come. We made it to seaside and the Golden Dawn had other duties, so they broke our deal and left an "observer" to spy on us while leaving us alone. I had half a mine to make a run for it and dump the spy overboard. The captain shows us no respect.
We found undead had slaughtered Emerald Claw folks in the ruins below. The old Counselor, a lich-looking elf, summoned a huge undead crab-like creature to fight us, in addition to his undead skeletal zombies. It was a tough fight, but we bested them all. The counselor chose to walk back to his country some 3 weeks away and tell his council after we took the schema and all the magical items he had collected. He warned us not to let it fall into the hands of the Lord of Blades, like we hadn't already thought of that. He warned of spies everywhere. I tease Ink Slinger, but I know he is with us.
We went on to the ruins of a Cyre city. We negotiated with the warforged salvagers for access to an area inhabited by some sort of hobgoblin monstrosities. They attacked and we killed. We cleared the place as we went until we found tombs. I found my mother's tomb.
I don't know what to say about that.
I went further into the tombs and we found a king's chamber. My blood, blood of noble, opened the door. It confirms what was always said.
We found the schema.
Upon our escape, the Lord Of Blades awaited us. What a bastard. I shall write again to tell you how that turned out.
Merek Gower, Nobleman
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