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    The Longtail slid down the gravel-filled slope leading into a temple of the Old Ones. The slope was riddled with roots of the local plant life, breaking up the structure and taking over as sovereign the space that the Old Ones had left behind.

    He was careful stepping off the slope. The plants were inexorable and relentless in their conquest and the structure had became weak over the long absence of the Old Ones. The life that grew near these structures fed off the energies of the...

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The Grand Library of Red City. Rows of books lined the multitude of shelves in the dark caverns of it’s underground halls, kept dry and cold to preserve the pages of knowledge in the same way one would preserve a corpse: In respect, and forgotten soon after.

Candles, housed in lanterns wrought in cunning fashion that pulled smoke away from the books, gave pitiful illumination. Lecterns, shelves and sturdy vaults housing priceless legacies of the Old Ones crowded the vast hall, throwing...

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The Longtail sniffed the twilight air. The familiar tang of home borne on the mournful wind weaving across the desert tickled his nostrils. He could taste the faint scent of Red City several miles away, clinging on the air currents like strands of spider silk. Light from the Grand Bridge cast a soft halo over the city, a steady beacon in the dim and muted landscape, as daylight surrendered its sovereignty to the encroaching dark

He was sitting on a large piece of flat rock, gaze upon the...

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    Soft radiance from the glow lamp sitting on the ancient desk caressed the parchments Lemnu was writing on. The easy chill in the air brushed against his ears, numbing them in a pleasant way and cooling him. Gentle breeze outside his windows brought the faint scent of perfumed flowers from the Grand Bridge garden into his quarters. He enjoyed working during the night. It was quiet, and here in his sanctuary, he could settle into the familiar embrace of his comfortable chair with no one...

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    His arms felt like molten lead. His fingers were numb and he could not make a fist if his life depended on it. Legs trembling, he kept his head upright only with the greatest of effort. He was slack-jawed with exhaustion and on the verge of passing out. Still his torturer would not relent.

    The demon in front of him held up a leather pad stuffed with cloth strips, and Mauf lurched forward with a pathetic attempt at a punch. His tormentor side stepped him with ease and gave a casual...

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22nd Day of the 1st month of 975.

Howlstone, Private Trip 

*Researcher's notes 2C: Observations here have been filed and sent for archival purposes. Much remains unknown about the subject under discussion and one day, perhaps what is written in this entry can be verified. It is true, however, that there had only ever been 3 documented and 2 verified accounts of the subject.

 

*End Researcher's notes 2C.

 

I find myself in Howlstone again, after all these years. Words cannot describe the...

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10th Day of the 2nd month of 969.

 

Gardens, Home

 

*Researcher's notes 00A: Personal account that survived the ravages the journal went through, about C’s life and family in Red City. It would almost be mundane, if not for the near complete damage on any personal accounts. No scientific value in this entry, but it does shed light on the circumstances of C. Perhaps a fuller knowledge of our mysterious benefactor could ground our studies. 

 

*End Researcher's notes 00A.
 

 

…..ght with...

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9th Day of the 4th month of 972.

 

Day 2 of The E***di***n to *???? 

 

*Researcher's notes 2C: Extensive damage here. As this seemed to be the first of a series of entries previously studied, it is almost certain to this researcher that this refers to the Expedition to the Cauldron. 

 

To be absolutely certain however, this shall be entered into testing as sample batch 18E_B.

 

*End Researcher's notes 2C.

 

    …..mp is still being set up. We were a day late but it was such a grandfather of...

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