Echo Wood Campaign UTC
Excepts from Ulisha’s Journal (Mausoleueu m)
The only thing worse than working for a Galtan nobleman is working for
two Galtan noblemen—in my case, Lords Tullivor and Sarvio, both of whom
are happy only when the other is not. I made a tidy sum recovering their
heirlooms, but when Laban Tullivor tasked me to steal a platinum chalice
belonging to the Sarvios, I took my leave (and the cup), and they’ve been
hounding me since. Now Laban’s deceased, and it’s rumored his mausoleum in
Gralton’s cemetery harbors a treasure. I hope you’ll not balk at tomb-robbing.
Remember, these are aristocrats. I say, a plague on both their houses.
Excepts from Ulisha’s Journal (Mists)
When seeking to conceal something, one’s first instinct is to choose a spot no one would think to look. Better yet, choose a locale no one would dare to go. Such was my logic after liberating a magic lantern from an anemic necromancer in Ustalav. Lest the wizard track me through its magic, I hid the lantern underneath some rocks in a stream near Cannibal’s Grove, whose own magic would disguise the lantern’s own. Now that time has passed, I’d gladly cut you in for a nice percentage of its value. All you need do is travel to the Forest of Veils in southern Varno. From there, any superstitious peasant should know the route to Cannibal’s Grove. How bad can it be?
Excepts from Ulisha’s Journal (Colony)
Different cultures’ treatment of the gods is a point of endless fascination
for me. Consider the Rahadoumi and their Laws of Man, rejecting the gods
despite the plagues and deserts that eat away at their lands. Others such
as the Nidalese have sworn themselves entirely to one god who grants his
followers power at a punishing price. The small nation of Razmiran is much
like Nidal, in that the people pay homage to a most curious deity: a “Living
God” who lives among his people.
Don’t be fooled by his talk of prosperity for all. The Razmiri are an
underhanded lot, and I recently heard that the village of Allenstead—once
staunchly against the god Razmir—had all converted to Razmir’s worship.
Apparently, a priest bearing a jeweled rod recently paid Allenstead a visit
and won everyone over within a day. It’s obvious that some dastardly magic
is at work here, and that the priest’s golden scepter is at the crux of it all.
I wonder what it’s worth?
Excerpts from Ulisha’s Journal (Crash)
I may have just made a monumental discovery. While searching for an Osirian
urn in an Absalom museum, I came upon a collection of charcoal rubbings
in an old scroll tube. According to the notes that accompanied them, they
were taken by a Pathfinder from a cave wall somewhere between the border
of Numeria and the River Kingdoms. The rubbings depict what Numerians
now refer to as the Rain of Stars. While this cave alone is an incredible
find, I believe there’s something even more remarkable. In the rubbings, one
of the smaller objects has a line that connects it to the horizon. While the
Pathfinder dismissed this line as a stone fracture, I have another thought.
I believe whomever witnessed this Rain of Stars must have seen where one
of the smaller objects impacted and etched the line as a point of reference!
Now all I need to do is calculate where the ridge lies in relation to this cave
and I’ll have my name in the history books.
Excerpts from Ulisha’s Journal (Webs)
That the Riverfolk of Daggermark haven’t wiped themselves off the map with their wanton assassinations and poisonings is a fact that will never cease to amaze me. Still, where such dealings occur, coin is always involved, and one knowledgeable in the ways of commerce can always earn a good wage. Daggermark’s economy runs on poisoned blades, but those blades would be dry were in not for a constant influx of alchemical goods. Such goods wax and wane, though, and if one watches diligently, these market shifts can be predicted.
The next ingredient the markets will want is an adhesive produced by
spiders and left in their webs. Of course more potent chemicals would be
found in the glands of the dreadful beasts, but I am a scholar, not some
vagabond sellsword slaying vermin for ale money. I have mapped a route to a
newer nest that should be sparsely defended. My buyer, one Johannes Vox (an
Iobarian of curious temperament) has not been as forthright in our latest
dealing as I’d like. Perhaps it is time I sold elsewhere.
Excerpts from Ulisha’s Journal (Silverhex)
As you may have gathered from my absence, I’ve made a few enemies
who would be all too pleased to see me leave the region—or worse. Like so
many matters in the River Kingdoms, the range of thugs that might want
an honest explorer dead are as diverse and numerous as the kingdoms
themselves. The last several months of my time here have been exciting and
perilous enough that exactly who my real enemies are is unclear. Until I can
sort out the sides, I’m lying low in a nearby hideout. I should be safe there
and can meet with you soon to complete our transaction.