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Delaselva's Journal
Jallentime
Ever since the dissolution of the Vanguard Kramoroe has been a bit of a punching bag for the Undead and Bandits. I have went on several diplomatic missions to Alk'hazar to petition for aid for quite a while now but to absolutely no avail. The Oren guard itself is rather disorganized at this point in time, the Guard captain himself is almost never around to hear my pleas. As such I really doubt he has heard ANY of my pleas. Freaking humans. ::  A wonderful idea swam into my head today! Kind of like a tropical parasite. Oh darn these blasted analogies hold on while I get my thoughts together. ::Anyway I was thinking about the political situation in Kramroe earlier today;  oh wait you'll probably see it in a book later. Why am I writing like  someone besides me is going to read this? Oh because they probably are. Bastards. ::I saw a couple of bandits attack a dwarf today, I ran to Oren to get help from the guard and to my amazement two of them came out immediately, their names are Zebana and John. We found the dwarf's sword in the water next to the King's road; probably didnt end well for him. I forgot to mention that one of the bandits chased me halfway to Oren didn't I? Since they undoubtedly know my name I had the guards escort me back to Alkhazar, where I will stay a while until they're hopefully arrested or preferrably dead. The guard, Zebana, was extrememly interested in the situation so we talked quite a bit inside Dawn's Tavern, where he personally helped me tell off a fellow scholar who didn't approve of my controversial research. We eventually went back to his home in the VonSchilichten Inn where we discussed the locations of a few Undead fort locations and the politics of Kramoroe and Oren. After several hours of chatting he invited me to take copies of the books in his collection, most of which were are about the Undead, and one in Particular that is written in a strange and foreign language. I strongly believe I have the resources to decipher this book, once I return to Kramoroe.   ::It's been almost a year since I last wrote in this journal, I have been preoccupied with many very distressing matters. I can summarize it all with the irony of the last paragraph's last sentence:  Kramoroe is gone, destroyed, obliterated.