Inritius Alliance

Day I

To whosoever it may concern...

This notebook is the Property of One Edwin Scholus. It is the chronicle of my quest to find the Chosen, and aid them in the fight against the unmaker.

Tomorrow I set out from Argea City, and begin my search for the Chosen, I should begin my quest by asking around the City for information...




Day II

Today I wandered the City in search of information on the Chosen and their allies.

This search was sadly to no avail. The common men seem to know little of the outside world, least of all the events of the war on Inritius.

Tomorrow I begin my trek towards the front lines, where I hope to hear more of the Heroes of Hope.



Day III

I have packed my belongings and left home. The journey to the front will be long and difficult.

Along the way I should try to gather more information on the chosen, as well as the men and women they travel with.

If I am to join the fight against Oblivion I must learn two things.

I must know who I can count as my allies in the future
And who I can not.

Day IV

A night in the wilderness has shown me that I need to learn some survival skills if I am to survive this journey.

Nothing one can read in a book can prepare one for a for a trek like the one I am attempting to undertake. I record these thoughts so as people in the future have an accurate view of the events in the war on oblivion from this Scholars point of view.


Day V

Today as I continued on my journey, worn and weary, I happened across some water elves walking along the trail. These Elves revealed themselves to be priests of Aquatos travveling to a nearby natural spring on a pilgrimage of sorts. The water elves displayed a hospitality and kindness that was refreshing. They tell me I may travel with them as far as the spring, providing I am able to keep up and carry my own weight.

It is my hope that they will speak to me of this 'Aquatos' so as I may better understand their ideology and faith.

After all, those who walk beside the gods walk a brighter path then the forsaken.


Day VI


The elves speak enthusiastically of the faith they follow, and through both a supper and breakfast of fish and water they have told me much. I am keen to hear more from them, but for the time being we are on the move.

The Aquatos I am learning of is the elemental goddess of water. She reigns over the seas and rivers of Geos. This Diety is the mistress of every last drop of water, according to my new friends. I am ever eager to learn more.

It is a shame that in my studies father never let me learn too much of the faiths of the other races of Geos. I think father always believed them to be somehow lesser. It is a shame that even in our civilized age such bigotry can exist, even in my own blood line. I aim to make up for that fact, however, by learning as much as I can from those I encounter on my travels.

It saddens me to know that we will soon reach the spring and my tutelage from the priests will be at an end. I am sure that I can learn more on my own power. Hopefully from another faithful of the sovergn goddess of the seas.


Day VII


I have bid farewell to my waterkin allies, and am sad to have left their company. However I did go with the greatest gift they could send me away with. Knowledge.

According to my calculations this detour has taken me slightly off course. Admittedly my sense of direction is poor at best. I will head i8n the direction I assume is the battle front and hope for the best.

Either way the knowledge passed to me may come in handy, and the experiences I have gained will serve me well...

As will this skin of water I was provided for my travels. I know that someday soon I will meet my friends again, hopefully once I have helped serve against the impending threat of Inritius.


Day VIII


Once more I walk alone, I am starting to gain the survival skills required to finish this journey. I have taught myself how to work the land for my survival. Knowledge of the plantlife of Geos is a handy skill. This useful asset works wonders while trying to gather edible plants for my meals. After all, if I die by poison before ever even reaching the fight what would my efforts be for?

This waterskin has been a godsend. If I ration the sweet nectar within it should hold me over to the next town.



Day IX

I have hit an unfortunate speedbump in my travels. Stopping over in this town seemed like a good idea, and in truth the downtime gave me the chance to consult some of the towns citizens. After consulting a few men and women I can deduce that I have been heading East instead of North. I shall spend a day or two here plotting my course and mapping out what direction the conflict is taking place. The skirmishes between hope and Oblivion are a borderline war. In fact, it could be labeled as a war if viewed from an angle. And it is a war I intend to participate in. I simply have to figure out which direction North East is...


Day X

I have stocked up on food and other supplies in town, as well as found a few more interesting books that should keep me from going crazy on my travels. One more night in town before I head out again, my aches and pains still need to be given time to heal, after all.


Day XI

Considering the position of the sun I have made a fairly educated guess about what way is North. I have set out from town and I am fairly certain i am back on course. Nothing worth recording has happened today, and the trails seem fairly quiet. I am unsure whether this trend is a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand nobody has ever been killed by a lack of trouble. On the other hand it makes this field guide somewhat dull to readers...


Day XII

4 Ravens
1 Hare
3 Snakes
5 Snails
1 deer


Day XIII

I have met a rather odd man today. He was a rather flighty Minerian, who claimed he was wandering the world in search of his destiny. I did not have opportunity to speak with him for long, and the short tiome I did talk with him did not produce any overly concequential gains of information. Though the man did propose a rather interesting prospect of resurfacing Minera with the use of magic.

This is what the man claimed to be attempting to do. However when he had me interested in the possibility of doing this he changed the subject and was soon after attempting to sell me some rather outlandish doublet made of a garish green and red cloth. I have left the company of this man with a mild headache.

Day XIV

I am not sure how much longer this publication can persist. I seem to have fallen into the company of some unruly thugs. I seem to be the prisoner of some common outlaws. While walking along the road I was cut off by a rotgutted highwayman. Normally I can hold my own in one on one combat, as my father taught me a few skills with the blade. But before I knew it his blasted friends got the better of me. I awoke in this cage stripped of almost all my possessions. It is a good thing that I had my journal sequestered in a hidden pocket. Sadly I am forced to write this entry with a piece of charcoal that rolled my way... If I survive I shall write more tomorrow.


Day XV

These bandits simply cannot cook. Today my meal consisted of a watered down stew containing some chunks of an unidentified meat and some potato. The broth makes a better poison then a source of sustenence. i wonder if I could melt the bars of this cage with the damned stuff. It tastes as if it could melt iron.


Day XVI

Who was I kidding in the first place? If I could be so easilly captured by highwaymen how did I hope to ever be of any use to the Champions of Hope? I should have minded my own business and remained in Argea City. I had a good life there. How I miss the city. The baked goods from the bakers shop... Fresh meat twice a week... Finely Tailored Clothes. Not to mention a distinct lack of bandits.


Day XVII

It has just occured to me that the cage I am in looks as if it once was used to transport animals... Or maybe prisoners. The bars look to be made of Iron, and the wooden floor and roof are too hard to break through. But the cage is on wheels. If I could simply cause the cage to roll down the nearby hill I would be away from these bandits, as the wooden core would splinter against the trees below.


Day XVIII

The axel of the wheels is too badly damaged to allow the cage movement, my afforementioned plan has all the chance of success as me slapping an Orc and living to see the next day. Even worse. I think these men plan to sell me in to slavery. I highly doubt that they have the proper permits and paperwork.But the slave market is a harsh place and many prospective buyers do not care for the legality of their purchase.


Day XIX

Thank the gods! Rescue arrived! I have been released from my cage, ans MOST of my belongings still have not been sold off. Some law enforcement officials alked through this section of the woods and broke up the illegal slavery ring. I don't know how much longer I could have held out, I was nearly a goner. The guards ensure me the ordeal is over and have sent me on my way.

Day XX

I have run in to an old friend of mine back from my days in Argea city! He appears to be doing well, and has retained much of the knowledge from our days of study. I am glad to see that he is faring well. He has offered to accompany me on the remainder of my journey, as he finds my goals to be a source of intrigue. I believe he himself also shares my sentiments. He has also corrected my course and pointed me Northward. onward we head towards the good fight!


Day XXI

Nearly captured again. My old friend and I were caught off guard by some more lowly bandits. We would have been done for if not for a man who happened to be riding by. Domitius and I were holding our own against the brutes, but became overwhelmed. It was then that a man in a brilliant suit of armor came to our aid. The man, calling himself Sir Martin, scared off the remainder of the vagabonds. He questioned us about our positioning in the world, and why we were so far from civilization. When we told him of our quest he mentioned he was heading to a town up north anyways, and would be happy to teach us how to better defend ourselves. Sir Martin has identified himself as a Knight of the Old Code, and has documentation to back up his weighty claim.


Day XXII

Training with Sir Martin has begun today, he has asked both of us to forget what we know about handling a weapon. He aims to use this travel time to reinstruct us on the finer points of the deadly dance of the blades. He has also asked that in order to build muscle we are to train and walk with weight attatched to our limbs. This allows for a build of strength, as well as the ability to handle the weight of armor later on.


Day XXIII

Training is having a rather slow start, it is difficult to move with stones fastened to my limbs, and the sword techniques Sir Martin is asking us to preform are different then what I practiced in my youth. It seems to be a more gentlemanly fighting style. A hard days training has left the both of us exhausted, but the Good Sir Martin does not seem hindered at all. He has advised that we move to a more secure area before nightfall.


Day XXIV


Body bruised and beaten... Limbs tired, weakened and limp. Self narration a recurring factor of training regime... Martin has told us that we will reach town by nightfall if we keep moving directly after supper. We have begun to walk with the bloody weighted stones now. I will right more when my body regains some feeling other then gut wrenching pain.