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An old, cheaply-bound book that's starting to fall to pieces.

The stained, well-thumbed pages filled with travelling advice that seems to be decades out of date]

... those who seek to journey to the coast from the interior regions lying to the east will typically seek out the Risen Road. Running parallel to the River Chionthar, the Risen Road provides an overland route all the way from Elturel to Baldur's Gate, and has proven tempting to travellers seeking an alternate to the river barges that sail the Chionthar.

A portion of the road approximately halfway between Elturel and Baldur's Gate has in recent years developed into an enclave for Selune worship, with a temple of not insignificant splendor lying near the road. Indeed an entire village, Moonhaven, has developed alongside the temple, and can provide food and shelter to weary travellers.

Farther east lies the citadel of Moonrise Towers, where a toll is required for onward passage of goods and folk alike. Some are tempted to go off-road in order to avoid the toll, however bandits and other dangers may cause them to pay a much steeper price...

A tear near the top of this notice suggest it was one pinned for display - and perhaps torn down.

The date on this letter has faded with time, but the papers alone indicates great age.]

My fellow citizens (for fellow citizens we are, like it or not!),

I print and post multiple copies of this notice in the region, at no small expense to myself, because I feel a growing Concern and Alarm at the Presence of Strange Riders in These Parts of late.

Many of you will have seen them - tramping through our forests and towns under the guise of 'patrol'. They claim they are guardians, sent from Elturel to protect the borders of 'the great and holy nation of Elturgard'. Don't be fooled by shining armour of handsome mounts - I never bent the knee to any Elturgard, and I never asked any metalled jester to come peering over my garden fence.

As you all know, I'm descended direct from the original Selûnite settlers along these banks (and I have a half-elven great-uncle who'll swear to it!). We're peaceable folk, and we get on with the druids well enough, but I pay no fealty or tax to any far-off city I can't even find on a map.

I took no small pleasure in telling these thugs just that, and I urge you to do the same. They call themselves Hellriders. I call them interlopers - and they can bugger off to the hells, them and their city both.

With grave concern and serious intent,

Damon Briska,

Proud (and free!) Citizen of the Heartlands.

The journal of Ilyn Toth.

6 Nightal, 1371 DR

I pay no service to the gods, but by some blessing, this village believes me and my apprentice to be simple healers. My tattoos are hidden, my red robes locked away, and my lab secured. I have not heard the word 'Thay' since we arrived and only my apprentice knows me as Ilyn Toth.
This place is not ideal for my research, but I can never return home - not the way I escaped. I'd be put to death, with worse to follow.

The work here is simple and allows me to continue my research at night, but progress is slow. Reanimation seems easy, but restoring life? That prize eludes me. The tome contains the magic I need, but it fights me at every step. As does my apprentice. At least my familiar has made it easy to secure bodies without raising suspicion.

This will take time. Will the zulkirs find me before I can bring her back? I cannot say, but if they do come for me, they'll have to face the guardians I've raised.

A detailed record of the travellers sighted in Moonhaven village.

The book is filled with pages and pages of observations, tracking travellers and people in the village. You turn to the final pages.]

Eleasis 26. Oliver Synge - Merchant - arrives in Moonhaven. Departs next day. Calishite.
Eleint 7. Stranger - Name unknown - passes through. Not Thayan. (Rashemi?)
Marpenoth 14. Three men in black armour pass through. Not Thayan.
Uktar 2. Hackett - Journeyman - passes through. Not Thayan.
Uktar 30. Raid! Black armoured soldiers. Some damage. Not Thayan, but dangerous.
Nightal 14. The book's key gem has gone missing. Familiar ordered to watch my apprentice.
Nightal 14. Synge passes through. Doesn't stop.

Nightal 15. Familiar reports apprentice disappeared near well. Will observe.
Nightal 18. Raid. Same soldiers as before. Townsfolk taken.
Nightal 20. Smoke on horizon. Raid?

A snug tube, designed to protect its contents from wind, weather and time.

The first few inches of this scroll are written in formal, elaborate script.]

To the Emerald Enclave, and those deemed worthy to see this record, greetings from Those Who Harp. Know ye that the one known as Ketheric Thorm, paladin of Shar, is guilty of crimes against body and spirit. They include, but are not limited to Murder, Slavery, and Desecration of Temples most Holy.

Let our intent be known: an alliance between the Harpers and the Emerald Enclave. United, we may end Thorm's reign of terror.

The High Harpers eagerly await your good word.

The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine.

Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The tittle 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.]

'But why?' Roa screms, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?'

Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over bodies of Harpers and druids alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.'

'The people of moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark Justiciars on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?'

Roa forces himself to his feet, Silvanus' fury coursing through him.

'I'm your downfall. Today you die, Ketheric!'