From the Quill of Idrac, 3rd Scribe, Year 1175, Ano Urrbis.
Xcitticx has been imprisoned! Let us celebrate!
The demon’s hordes have been defeated by the king’s forces on both continents.
The king allied the armies of Lower Sund to battle Zxcitticx ’s summoned evils. Six campaigns were fought to stalemate,and six more saw us close to defeat. Zxcitticx replenished his for forces by drawing minions from another dimension battle after battle, in a way that we could not.
As our defeats began to grow, the king approved a new plan: ship a small force to the Xcitticx’s lair on the eastern continent, and destroy him in his temple. Five weeks of sailing and skirmishes across the eastern continent brought the adventuring band to the evil temple and to Xcitticx’s throne room. But they were unable to destroy the demon! Before the party’s quest failed, the king’s minstrel Dolinde came up with a new plan – alter the magical Song of Gonasaer to twist Xcittcx’s summoning magic and imprison him on his throne! Dolinde’s name will continue in legend forever!
Our world is safe, and only a few of Xcitticx’s horrors are left in the lands, our forces pursue and destroy them as they are found. We will keep a garrison on the small continent to ensure Xcitticx is never freed.
From the Quill of Hasa’ud, 1st Scribe, Year 1475, Ano Urrbis.
The world continues to be at peace for generation. I will take part in the yearly expedition to the eastern continent, make landfall at the outpost, parade to the temple, and watch royal minstrel Esto to re-play the Song of Gonasaer to re-trap Xcitticx. This is the 300th year, and we’ll have a grand procession with knights, wizard college members, and even druid clanners and entourages and apprentices.
We leave on the morning’s tide.
The renewal of the spell, as Hasa’ud thought, would not occur. Remaining followers of Xcitticx have crafted a spell over the years, creating typhoon that sunk the armada and killed all of the arrival force, except for a few few apprentices “lucky” enough to be in a cargo fluyt steerage hold. Those 4 survivors washed up on shore with their lives and a few equipment remnants from the shipwrecks.
1475, Month of En’Vay, 6th day.
What a disaster! I was in steerage with other apprentices on the way to the eastern continent, and a mighty storm has destroyed our armada! Just a few of us are left! I don’t know what to do. I barely made First Musician in my class. I need to find other survivors.
1475, Month of En’Vay, 8th day.
The situation is dire. Of our original force, just a handful of us pupils are alive: Gruk is a the warrior, Tloju is a wizard’s apprentice, and Pelia is a wilderness priestess. We scavenged a few items that washed up on shore, but nothing we can use to send a signal back to the west. We definitely can’t swim back home! The walled outpost barely has enough guards to man it, and they have no seafaring boats either.
1475, Month of En’Vay, 9th day.
Our group doesn’t know much, but we know that Xcitticx’s imprisonment must be kept. I could do it with the Song of Gonasaer, but I don’t know the melody! I was taught that a parchment with the tune is in pieces across this land, I just need to find them. There is an old music master somewhere around here as well, I know that he can tell me how to arrange the song. We are as ready as we will ever be…. We leave in the morning!