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Excerpts of the Journal of Erud I  
 

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Journal Excerpt One

The company with which I
travel has reached the
settlement of Freeport, little
more than a collection of
tents and wooden huts
guarded by ruffians and
crawling with brigands and
men of a most scrupulous
nature. Despite the filth
and seediness of the
settlement, I must admit there
are wonders to be found here
unlike any I have laid eyes on
in all of Antonica. Tradesman
peddle these strange wares
gathered from across the
Ocean of Tears on a
continent said to be filled
with lush forests and
strange humanoids, some of
which are fairly hospitable to
visiting foreigners. I can



only assume that we humans
are as strange to them as
they are to us.
My companions and I
will attempt to charter
passage on one of the trading
vessels as soon as we have
secured the necessary
provisions for the journey.

Journal Excerpt Two

Never have I dreamt of a body
of water so vast as the Ocean
of Tears, although my home
city of Qeynos rests against
the western coast of Antonica
I have never voyaged upon a
ship for such great distances
and so far from any visible
coastline. The traders that we
have purchased passage
from recount tales of
several Islands that have



been visible in the distance
through the ocean mist
and fog. They spoke of an
island of elven women that
slay any man who sets foot on
their sacred shores, of
goblins that live in the
shallows and underwater
caverns, and of one-eyed
giants that hunt sharks like
our fishermen hunt fish. There
are even tales of lost ships
that haunt the ocean, manned
by crews of the dead. How
much truth there is to any
of the tales is questionable
but if anything, they make
for entertaining stories to
pass the time at sea.

Journal Excerpt Three

The ship that carries my
companions and I has docked



on the shore of a region
called the Butcherblock
Mountains. Apparently this
is the homeland of the
Dwarves, a race of short,
stocky, gruff, and hairy
people with a fondness
for battle and beer.
I'm afraid I have not much in
common with these dwarven
folk but the warriors of my
company seem to have
taken a liking to them.
There are none among us
who speak their language but
a few of the dwarves that
reside near the docks have
learned enough of our
human tongue to answer
basic questions we have
presented to them, and
beneath their gruff and
rugged mannerisms they
seem to possess a great



deal of
patience.

 

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Journal Excerpt One

The company with which I travel has reached the settlement of Freeport, little more than a collection of tents and wooden huts guarded by ruffians and crawling with brigands and men of a most scrupulous nature. Despite the filth and seediness of the settlement, I must admit there are wonders to be found here unlike any I have laid eyes on in all of Antonica. Tradesmen peddle these strange wares gathered from across the Ocean of Tears on a continent said to be filled with lush forests and strange humanoids - some of which are fairly hospitable to visiting foreigners. I can only assume that we humans are as strange to them as they are to us. My companions and I will attempt to charter passage on one of the trading vessels as soon as we have secured the necessary provisions for the journey.

Journal Excerpt Two

Never have I dreamt of a body of water so vast as the Ocean of Tears. Although my home city of Qeynos rests against the western coast of Antonica, I have never voyaged upon a ship for such great distances and so far from any visible coastline. The traders that we have purchased passage from recount tails of several islands that have been visible in the distance through the ocean mist and fog. They spoke of an island of elven women that slay any man who sets foot on their sacred shores, of goblins that live in the shallows and underwater caverns, and of one-eyed giants that hunt sharks like our fishermen hunt fish. There are even tales of lost ships that haunt the ocean, manned by crews of the dead. How much truth there is to any of the tales is questionable but if anything, they make for entertaining stones to pass the time at sea.

Journal Excerpt Three

The ship that carries my companions and I has docked on the shore of a region called the Butcherblock Mountains. Apparently this is the homeland of the Dwarves, a race of short, stocky, gruff, and hairy people with a fondness for battle and beer. I’m afraid I have not much in common with these dwarven folk, but the warriors of my company seem to have taken a liking to them. There are none among us who speak their language, but a few of the dwarves that reside near the docks have learned enough of our human tongue to answer basic questions we have presented to them; and beneath their gruff and rugged mannerisms they seem to possess a great deal of patience.
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