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Journal Excerpt Four

The dwarves have been kind
enough to invite us to their
home city of Kaladim, a rather
stuffy and cramped
subterranean city built into
one of the taller mountains of
the Butcherblock range. The
most impressive sight so far
has been the enormous statue
that has been carved into the
very side of the mountain.
Apparently it is the visage of
a great dwarven king. Some of
our company has taken a liking
to the strong brews of the
Dwarves. I fear it may be time
to move on before their minds
get dulled by the intoxicating
substances, and the
oppressiveness of being
constantly surrounded by
stone and the clatter of the



mines echoing through out
the caverns is wearing on my
sanity.

Journal Excerpt Five

My company has left the
dwarven capitol of Kaladim
and now journeys into the
deep forests of the Faydark,
home of the elves.
We have had the fortune
of hiring a scout and
translator for our journey
into the lands of the elves.
It seems this odd individual,
Tolsarian, is a Half-Elf, I
had heard of the union
between an elf and human
but have never before
actually had the
opportunity to meet one. I
found Tolsarian to be a very
intelligent individual and he



possessed a vast knowledge
of the Faydarks and its many
inhabitants. Tolsarian spoke
little however of his
heritage, he spoke of the
humans and elves as if neither
were his people, and I sensed
a deep sadness in his
demeanor. Tolsarians spirits
did seem to lift a bit when we
reached the tree city of the
wood elves, the Fier'Dal I
believe it was that Tolsarian
called them, and were greeted
by an elven maiden that
appeared before us as if she
had stepped forth from the
very bark of the tree before
us.

Journal Excerpt Six

I've found my stay in the tree
city of Kelethin much more



pleasing than my stay in the
stifling halls of Kaladim.
Some of my company do not
agree with my pleasure, they
find the wine of the elves to
be far less enjoyable than the
rich brews of the dwarves.
These drunkards in my
company have such simple
minds to base so much of
their enjoyment off the
imbibing of intoxicating
beverages. These Fier'Dal are
a strange people, even
stranger to me than the
dwarves. The dwarves are
blunt of speech and manner
and their simple ways are
easy for even the weakest
minded of my companions
to understand. The Fier'Dal
however are puzzling.
I have no doubt that they are
an intelligent people but they



are uninterested in
scholastics and conventional
knowledge. Instead these aptly
named Wood Elves are
frivolous and mysterious,
spending all their time
sneaking about the forests,
caring for its wild beasts,
and singing and dancing
in their tree top city.
Their history and lore
seems to be told mostly in
folklore and poetry, though
they have a written language,
which according to Tolsarian,
is shared with their relatives
the High Elves. They are
however, a good people, and
there is wisdom in their
poetry and song.


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Journal Excerpt Four

The dwarves have been kind enough to invite us to their home city of Kaladim, a rather stuffy and cramped subterranean city built into one of the taller mountains of the Butcherblock range. The most impressive sight so far has been the enormous statue that has been carved into the very side of the mountain. Apparently it is the visage of a great dwarven king. Some of our company has taken a liking to the strong brews of the Dwarves. I fear it may be time to move on before their minds get dulled by the intoxicating substances, and the appressiveness of being constantly surrounded by stone and the clatter of the mines echoing through out the caverns is wearing on my sanity.

Journal Excerpt Five

My company has left the dwarven capitol of Kaladim and now journeys into the deep forests of the Faydark, home of the elves. We have had the fortune of hiring a scout and translator for our journey into the lands of the elves. It seems this odd individual, Tolsarian, is a half-elf. I had heard of the union between an elf and human, but have never before actually had the opportunity to meet one. I found Tolsarian to be a very intelligent individual and he possessed a vast knowledge of the Faydarks and its many inhabitants. Tolsarian spoke little, however, of his heritage. He spoke of the humans and elves as if neither were his people, and I sensed a deep sadness in his demeanor. Tolsarian’s spirits did seem to lift a bit when we reached the tree city of the wood elves, the Fier’Dal - I believe it was that Tolsarian called them - and were greeted by an elven maiden that appeared before us as if she had stepped forth from the very bark of the tree before us.

Journal Excerpt Six

I’ve found my stay in the tree city of Kelethin much more pleasing than my stay in the stifling halls of Kaladim. Some of my company do not agree with my pleasure. They find the wine of the elves to be far less enjoyable than the rich brews of the dwarves. These drunkards in my company have such simple minds to base so much of their enjoyment off the imbibing of intoxicating beverages. These Fier’Dal are a strange people, even stranger to me than the dwarves. The dwarves are blunt of speech and manner and their simple ways are easy for even the weakest minded of my companions to understand. The Fier’Dal, however, are puzzling. I have no doubt that they are an intelligent people, but they are uninterested in scholastics and conventional knowledge. Instead, these aptly named wood elves are frivolous and mysterious, spending all their time sneaking about the forests, caring for its wild beasts, and singing and dancing in their tree top city. Their history and lore seems to be told mostly in folklore and poetry, though they have a written language, which according to Tolsarian, is shared with their relatives, the high elves. They are, however, a good people and there is wisdom in their poetry and song.
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