Planting 5, 583 CY

Many things have come to pass since I have last had time to gather my thoughts. Morgan's teacher and mentor, Jayden, has been murdered. We know not by whom, or why - but Aerynsun's dubious connections at the Thieve's Guild have revealed to us a bounty hunter by the name of Drago, who came in to town asking questions about the wizard there, and any apprentices he may have had. What we do know is that Morgan herself was accused of this heinous crime, an accusation that holds absolutely no merit and all of us know this. A new constable in town - I do not remember his name, nor if pressed would I even be able to describe him - confiscated the spellbook Jayden had given her. He indicated that he would certainly see her punished for this crime. Somehow, it seemed personal. However - Jayden was killed and left dead with a dagger still in his body, and Morgan herself bore dagger marks across her back, though she cannot remember how that might have happened - indeed, her memories are of us at the tavern the night before, and going home to bed. It is as if she has had her memories played upon, or she had been cast under the pall of an Evil spell.
This was only the beginning of our troubles. Zoloff - my adopted home of Zoloff - has been completely destroyed, the citizens slaughtered. While trying to figure out what to do after Morgan was accused, a strange man whom we believe was some type of Druid, passed Morgan an ominous note, which lead us to the orchard outside of town. There, we found a scroll of Detect Invisible and a note from Jayden addressed to Morgan, which means he must have foreseen this - how could that be? Why would he not save himself, and warn Morgan in advance? My friends were convinced that the only course of action was to retrieve her spellbook from the jail. I cannot abide by such lawless action, but the portent of Evil was strong in the air - to fight a great Evil, one must sometimes bend to the will of others who have less.. honorable intentions. Ronin cast 'Sleep' upon the guards, and we barely escaped through the window when the Constable returned. Upon further examination of the spellbook, we discovered clues that lead us to the lighthouse in the lake outside of town - referred to as 'Jayden's Folly', as Morgans mentor is the one who built it. Not long after, it toppled, leaving the bottom half submerged under the lake. There, we did battle with guards that were surely unworthy of whomever they serve, and found ourselves in the depths of the lighthouse that are hidden under the lake. Time and time again I have offered to teach Vokuro, Morgan, and Elise to swim. Morgan was always working out some problem or another or too busy learning the ways of magic to pay heed. Vokuro, being a creature of the forests and lands, seemed uninterested. And Elise - well, her devotion to her god meant that she was many times too encumbered by wine to swim. This presented a problem under the lake, to say the least. The horrors were unimaginable, and I care not to recount them in detail. Centipedes larger than men, leaches larger than that, and the very dead brought to life. By the grace and light of Pelor we made it out alive - but not before stumbling across the legacy of the Bal Magor.

The small town where our party began thier adventures is located in the country of Geoff. 

Standard tools. Paper, pencil, and dice. (those dice in the tube are my special God-killing dice...). 

Playing the game. The only thing missing from the picture is the giant bowl of Gardetto's. 

Coldeven 30, 583 CY

Oerik is falling to Evil. I can feel it in my very bones. I can sense an all-encompassing shadow creeping in from the North. The Shield Lands, my beloved home and all that I know and love, has all ready fallen to Iuz. That is how I found myself, penniless and starving, seeking succor with my distant relatives in a small town in the country of Geoff. I pray nightly to Pelor that his light might wipe the darkness from the Flanaess. That the very light of Pelor himself will shine from my sword, that I might drive it through the rotten heart of Iuz himself.
All cannot be lost when you find yourself surrounded by those that believe in the all-knowing Good. The companions I found in Zoloff, that small town that allowed me to continue on in the name of Pelor, are hardy and have proven again and again that they believe there is no greater cause than the Good for all peoples. Though I do not completely understand the ways of magics nor the wizards that command it, I found myself bound to one mage named Morgan. She is half-elf (on her father's side), and I have learned much about the race of elves through her. Though she was but a student, her natural talents and off-handed way of demonstrating her purity of heart intrigued me from the start. When I found myself in this foreign land, hers was the hand that reached for me, and took pity on me in my time of profound weakness. I have drawn strength from her struggle for knowledge and wisdom, and find myself once again a Knight, a Knight of all Oerik. Through her, I came to know 4 others to whom I am now bound. Ronin Dex she met through her ties to the magics. He is a mysterious one - his magical abilities and mastery of the sword are unique, to say the least. Never have I seen one demonstrate such a diverse knowledge of power. There is great strength in Ronin, strength from which I and everyone around him can draw. And there is his sister - Aerynsun. Of all of my companions, she unnerves me the most. You have never seen one with such smooth dexterity - which can be used for talents that are questionable, at best. I have seen her open an unlocked door with the flick of a wrist, and melt in to the shadows as if she were one of them. That is what unsettles me - she is as one with the shadows. Her intentions are good, but if she strays from the path of the Good, I will not hesitate to restrain her. I will protect her with my life, so long as she does not harm those that we should save. Next, there is Vokuro - an Elf. Unlike Morgan, he possesses all of the mystique of that ancient race - and there is no one I respect more. His abilities in the wilds are without equal. Vokuro has a sense of things - as if the very landscape itself whispers its secrets to him. The man could track a falcon on a cloudy day. I met Elise through him. A Priestess of Olidamarra, she tends toward the frivolous and wears clothing that makes me blush. But though she drinks and dances for her God, she is pure of heart. I feel as though I want to be stronger, so that she may never see darkness. In such a dainty woman lies such healing power as I have never seen. To be touched by her healing hands and feel the White overtake you, surround you, and heal you - it is without comparison. She risks her very life to save others from the brink of death. A more noble cause there could not be.
With these five as my companions, I know not what could harm us now, though the weight of the shadow seems to grow stronger each day.

Gabriel, Paladin of Pelor