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REPORT LOGS taken from: Admiral Godfry Ravennemesis of Sector 364 (fallingsky)


Security Report: 20 February 2015

The week has been busy for me in terms of my security station. A few events settled into the realm of magic and security both has played with me and thus I have made a combination report that should satisfy both sets of my actions at once. Each topic will be addressed in the order of appearance inside of my life.

Security Enchantments - 15 February 2015, I have gathered my things I need to start the security enchantments of the buildings. On this day I spent some time giving wards of protection to those there. As of today (20 February 2015) I could tell these enchantments had been altered in a physical space. Someone added more security and I have my mind set on who I just have not seen them to ask yet So far I have concord two buildings. The first one being the recruit and the second being the tavern.

Non-localized Necromancy Loop 16 February, 2015 I have been out source by one of my contacts to deal with something off campus. It appeared that in random locations there has been up comings of spurts of people coming back from the dead. These groups have no set pattern and it seems the moment you kill them, or try to counter the spell, they somehow come back placing them into a loop. Thus we have coined the title above.

Although it has not effect the grounds yet, I have placed several wards on the board on the hopes to keep them out. The suggestion to deal with these relics of nature is to currently subdue and capture them until the they can be destroyed.

The Door in the Tavern 18 February, 2015 - A door appeared inside of the tavern. I reported it the day after it appeared to the Military General Flora Cometdevil but she suspected it to be a passage for one of the members Raven Rose. After checking the record information we have on there and reviewing the security tapes, I have found this door does not belong to her.

The cause for concern for this door is the simple fact that not everyone can see it. Cat, my partner, and I both see it as well as one of the other members inside of the guild. There has been some indication of things behind it as well. Such as a strong wind that picked up from it on 19 February 2015. My only concern with that is at the same time as this wind occurrence I had seen a distant spell in the sky that reminded me of a wizard that came years ago. For the sake of it I will include that wizard's information following my report.

The prismatic storm in the sky on 19 February 2015, was something to take note off. Colors were added with the snowy background merging into something that looked like an old colored TV with bad perception. The only spell I know of that caused this effect was rumored to die off when Alorra the Archmage was put to death by a group of adventures some years before. Somehow, this collided with the Non-localized Necromancy Loop that had been fighting and the door that is there but isn't there. It lead me to a set of hypothesis I need to wade through.

The first was something I connected the dots with. Someone must have resurrected Alorra which caused the back loop to all of the above. If it wasn't the case and Alorra was still dead, then someone was following his work. Was it to complete it? Or to cause chaos for the ones whom were left alive after his last taste of hell?

All in time I suspect things will come to a head. I still seek the answers for some of the things coming together. I will keep an updated post when I can.




Security Report: 15 March 2015
My report for now does need an extra moment or two to pass over. I also have informed the guild commander about the on goings. It seems my reports that I have been sending have not been taken as much as a warning as I like.

The past several weeks we have been working to keep something called the 'Non-localized Necromancy Loop' out of guild grounds. What they are is spots of magic that appears that allowed everything dead to come to life again and again. Anything that is already dead here will resurrect and anything that will die there will resurrect. Sadly even with the amount of effort placed into it one of these loops had been found just inside of our borders.

These loops are caused by some heavy necromancy magic. At this point we have found no way to close them off but we are working on a way to close them. The current advice for if you find one is to close it off and any animals, humans or so forth caught in these loops (AKA resurrected by them) needs to be trapped. Even with bombs, swords, arrows, we have found no way to kill the creatures effected by these loops. They are able to regenerate themselves after a few minutes and will attack you. The only good thing we have found with these loops is they are not able to spread their disability to others.

On March 14th the first loop entered just inside of the lands deep inside of the woods. Several creatures have been obtained and cornered off but in the process the forest took damage. Because of this damage we seemed to somehow be under attack from the Enchanted Woods meaning it is off limits to the general public. Members are able to enter the woods at their own risk and we everyone to do their best in appealing to the forest sensible side to get it to come back on 'our side'.

With these loops there has been an investigation on set. They have been done in the near by lands known as 'Restcentina'. It's land that has spent the last decade recovering from centuries of unrelenting war, perched on the cusp of what may be the next great war. We share a common land massive on the far north west section of our map beyond the forest, known as the 'Savage Land'. Here you will find the decades of war and more importantly the first case of the Loops. Be careful entering these lands if you wish to investigate as they do not agree with many people.


Notation of the lands 18 March 2015

With the lands under attack, I thought it would be interesting to tell you about some of my personal encounters in the savage lands. The most interesting has to be with the orcs with the winged Strix like creatures. They're all black, six wings, and the Orcs rode them like the slaves they were. They claimed the strixs and the craig (the specific tribes of orcs) used them as mounts for battles. They flew high in the air and came down shooting letting the Strix as human shields and for their abilities. These orcs are renowned for their archery mind you and just how brutal they could be. Put together with the will of these creatures working for their freedom and they have some unbroken universal need to kill you.

The thing about the Strix is they're not bad creatures in truth just put inside of a hard situation due to the Craigs. Originally they hail from the ancient tower that still can be seen deep inside of the orcs land. It was once a school built amongst the tall mountains and unreachble by foot. The only way to get there was and still is to have use of magic power. They were made to guard it. To keep the ancient books safe and the people wanting harm there to be exiled. But like all things in these lands they were forced away and their spirits broken. They never forgot their task and each time as they attack you can see the sadness in their eyes.

Watch out for them and remember their riders are at fault - not them.


With the rise of orcs and goblins, the slaughter of men and women, the local guilds started to set out information throughout the lands recruiting. A sign up would give a deposit in an account with a promise of a second hefty sum at the end of it. Propaganda posters and recruiting station litter the lands causing few of the men and women to sign up and become apart of the team to take back Restcentina and make it safe for members and scholars alike. The following story is the war that followed along with the resulting adventure group formed to keep peace, beat up bad guys, and grab some as-..... loot.

"My childhood. It was something I left long ago with memories I wasn't allowed to keep. They only come in patchy thoughts and glimpses. Like a TV being tuned to a channel it couldn't pick up from the big city." Godfry Ravennemesis the scholar and now admiral of the crown's army address one of the minions that stood beside him. The minion, his construct, was one of the few who kept him company these days. Most dared not to venture this far into the world.

The construct didn't understand him and Godfry knew this. However loneliness can do something to a man's mind and he was growing rather tired of listening to the bugs gnaw at his leather boots. For three days they had been trapped in that hole in the wall, dug by a magic spell and just big enough to fit the two of them. Sleeping, all around them, were orcs. One's that would eat them if they even stepped into the light. For now the only comfort they had was the feeling of the construct pushing into his spleen and his own voice.

"I'm sure you heard of it a little place called The Blue Plane of Salvation." Lore of the kingdom was popular amongst the locals and the place he spoke of became known as a more fairy tale kingdom in the more traditional grim style. "My mother was a horticulturist who sold luxury fruits and vegetables like strawberries and tomatoes. Also the occasional breathing machine called Voyage on the planet, well that's what I research says."

"Hush," he told the partner despite being the only one who was talking "I think they're finally leaving." The orcs trampled past them. They laid in silence of that hole for a hour making sure the caves were empty. Crawling from it he took a deep breath glad to be ride of the dank air. Fresh air, a warm bath, and food were the three things on his mind. As they made their way out of the caves he started speaking again.

"I joined the army after I had my accident. They found me alone there and I felt I owned them. I couldn't remember anything, they knew nothing about yet, and yet... " They weren't alone. There was something there with them. Not that they could see what it was but the breath, oh god the stench and the sound, they knew it was close. "Come the other way"

Rushing along the two of them went from one tunnel into the next. Their luck seemed to run out as the two of them stumble right into a nest of trolls. Dumb, stupid creatures as they were, there was no way they wouldn't be caught.

Godfry stood in place at the sudden realization where they were. Construct picking up on his emotions stopped as well. The other thing was pressing in on their back and they had no choice but to move forward. Stench coming from them was over whelming even more so than their own and the orc residue they spread on themselves to cloak into their hole. Each step was agonizing just asking for them to slip and wake the nest.

Then it happened.

A mistep sent the construct's plated foot forward causing him to skin along the smooth surface of the cave's floor. His body slammed into a coupling of those beast. Snarling the creature suddenly woke grabbing the constructed man who fell onto him.

Godfry yelled causing the spells and cantrip of his creation to jaunt. "Fis tind sio fon as fen!" ( Stand fast my knight and grow. )

Bladder emptying snaps and pops of bones and tissues caterwauled through the caves. Six foot four hundred pound construct bound threw the swarm of opponents growing to a gargantuan size. It's head dared to pierce the top of the cave throwing body after body of attacking trolls gnashing their teeth at the pairing. As the creature removed his weapons Godfry took no time at all to jump on the back of his creations knees, climb along the back, and aerie into the crows nest that perched along the creature's back.

From there the sorcerer blasted fireballs wailing his next command. "Riav sio fas." ( Run my friend. )

A troll came behind the pairing sweeping a claw towards Godfry in retort, lobbed a fireball to him. Extensive wide rage of the hulking creation's axe allowed him to mop the feet from under several trolls. His weight came down to one or two crushing skulls and limbed as he bolted for the door. Even with the approaching exit and space between the two the command to slow was never given.

Miles on miles of fresh air passed turning minutes into hours into the night. The two of them emerged into the camp of the kingdom for the night. Knowledge gained allowed him to compile new notes and plan for the siege attack. New recruits would be there in the morning and he needed to be ready for their questions and will for blood.

In the nexus style world that plagued the realm most locations, such as the kingdom of Restcentina, could be described as a medieval venue littered with a flux of magical technology spear headed by scholars and nobles looking to keep the city clean and disease free. However Restcentina still held to some of it's older beliefs giving certain traditions to the lands and army that fought for it. It could be seen in the armor given to those who needed it with leather carved in the reflection of scales and in the weapons shaped like claws.

Traditions of the lands state the three dragons were the ones protecting them and needed to be prayed to. First was the dragon above know as Avick Crimson-Claw The Lightning Caster. She commands blue skies to give birth to storms of thunder and lightning. Afyiqui Yellow-Serpent The Berserker stretches from horizon to horizon, a patchwork of fields and forests, oceans and mountains, deserts, swamps, jungles, tundra, and more. Who either is the yellow sun or drives it across the sky (depending on which priest you talk to). Below was Skurtiy Dream-Hiss The Diamond Hoarder. He desires riches above all else and comprises the underdark of the world, the labyrinthine caverns that snake beneath the surface and fill the depths of the planet in a set of twisting tunnels known as the Khyber.

It was said to go deeper into the tunnels of Khyber was risking your sanity and life is Skurtiy found you. After an explosion many years before in the mines the people of Restcentina came to the conclusion that the dragon was none to happy about them stealing his coals and precious metals and sent the men inside to their death. Mining became impossible which allowed the others to become undetected leading to the invasion.

Even now Godfry had trouble finding anyone who would come along leaving him and his warforged constructed as the only ones who had visited the caves thus far. With the new recruits he was hoping he could find some that would not only not be from the region but would not fall for the lack of erudition and trifles of the region's belief system - one he couldn't grasp himself.

Platoons of men swept into the camp over the night and day adding to their army. It was only in the late afternoon while the men were gathered before dinner that Godfry would address the men. The time was to give them a chance to mull over his request hoping the more level headed of the group would understand the need to go into the catacombs.

"Friends, " addressing the crowd the man stood in his uniform decorated with stripes, medal and pins "I have spent years studying, protecting and serving these lands I call my home yet - it still,feels as I could do more, be more. I am your Admiral you look upon me for answers and leadership of what I can do. However the answer I have for you will be one you will not enjoy." Hell blazer black eyes set to the crowd.

"I'm not one who sits idly by. I like to see where things go if people challenge themselves or step out of their norm or comfort zone. Because of these things you normally can find me on the front lines and even behind the scenes finding the best way to crumble our enemy under our boot. By now you should have all read the publications and talked to the recruits. You learned about the fire, the wood attacks, and the warring lands of ours spilling forward infecting the rest of the world." Fingers tightened into his palm as he spoke about the corruption on the land.

"We must go within the caves and cut them off at their source." Protest and whines came from the crowd as the local residents thought about the caves. Whispers of being marched to their death already came over the crowd. A single hand was raised and the crowd silenced almost immediately. "They keep their supplies from them both medical and food would be cutting off the head of the venomous snake. The action is simple we go there and cease their ability the thrive."

Stepping out from the podium he came to the hand drawn map lining the wall of the land. "I have gone into the caves and will be the first to admit it is a daunting task. I do not expect many volunteers as I know about the believes of this land but I am asking for those who trust in me, in my logic, and wants to stop the infection of orcs to stay behind after assignments and find me."

Turning on heel he faced the crowd once again. "The expectation that good guys always win and that everything happens for a reason you'll be content with - but not me. Love isn't always mutual, life isn't always fair, you'll win some, you'll lose some, and realize that change and uncertainty are the only expectations worth keeping. In this situation I see us truly as neither the good guys, nor the bad guys, and have no clue if we will win or lose. What I do know is I will do my best to play in the game and we will win."

A dull wave of clapping struck over the crowd started by the other officers. Knowing he was not welcomed to the mess hall this evening he simply walked off stage. The commander of the army dismissed the group sending them for their dinner provisions. Godfry went into his tent to escape his own thoughts of his suicide mission with hard work and conversation with a bucket of bolts.

Damien would notice a mass group of the men gathering. Lining up with the rest he would stand arms crossed. He had to give it to this Admiral he was not all roses and sweet talk. Being from a different land he did not hold the same beliefs of these dragons. The goblins and orcs were more of a threat in his mind. If going down in to this cave system meant delivering a serious blow he would sign up.

He watched as the boys with men young and old went off to do their duties. He did not envy them one bit. Sometimes the less important jobs as people thought of them were the most dangerous. They also could be the most dangerous on the mind. Not knowing what was happening on the front lines. Sitting around and waiting in constant fear the enemy might show up. He much preferred to meet his enemies face to face.

He looked over the gear but having his own he would leave it to the others who signed up that lacked the proper attire for such battle. While the others went to gather their equipment Damien found himself kneeling before a bucket. Hands dipped down in to the ice cold water before bringing the life giving substance and pouring it over his head. His eyes closed as he muttered a quiet prayer to his own gods and protectors.

Hearing the thick accent he almost cringed. That one was going to be a pain in his side and he knew it. But the man had a point ?Agreed the sooner we head out the less time we give them to prepare. We can formulate a plan on the way there? He gave himself a quick pat down making sure all armaments were in place. He then grabbed his simple back and slung it over his shoulder ready to move.