Ulreth's Report
A journal entry from the lieutenant of the Crimson guard.
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Ulreth's Report
By Commander Ulreth Boerjenson, Year 1218
Our order has always sought to gain power by any means. So when we saw the potential to align ourselves with the legendary wizard, Master Rothk, we knew it in our best interest to make a deal. His demonstrations of elemental magics was beyond anything we believed possible.
In exchange for our protection of his tower, and for overseeing of his elemental beings, he offered us a large sum and the access to the source of his abilities.
As an aspiring lieutenant of the Crimson guard, I have received the honour of ensuring successful completion of this exchange. By the year's end, I am to return to Benahoth Isle with the knowledge I have gained.
It has been almost a year and we have yet to learn the secret of his ways. Despite his incredible displays of power he explains very little, always promising more at some later date. I am beginning to question if that day will ever arrive. The men are growing restless. I believe the elemental magic in this place is beginning to effect them. I have retained my vigilance only by regular writing.
None of our messengers sent to Benahoth have yet returned. We have yet to hear any word from the Guard. I fear that we may have been intentionally cut off. Many of the men yearn to return, but I must refuse until Moreld has given us what he promised.
In exchange for our protection of his tower, and for overseeing of his elemental beings, he offered us a large sum and the access to the source of his abilities.
As an aspiring lieutenant of the Crimson guard, I have received the honour of ensuring successful completion of this exchange. By the year's end, I am to return to Benahoth Isle with the knowledge I have gained.
It has been almost a year and we have yet to learn the secret of his ways. Despite his incredible displays of power he explains very little, always promising more at some later date. I am beginning to question if that day will ever arrive. The men are growing restless. I believe the elemental magic in this place is beginning to effect them. I have retained my vigilance only by regular writing.
None of our messengers sent to Benahoth have yet returned. We have yet to hear any word from the Guard. I fear that we may have been intentionally cut off. Many of the men yearn to return, but I must refuse until Moreld has given us what he promised.