The Lost Seekers

The last will and testament of Viet Barvilli

The personal affects of the summunor Viet shall be divined up as such

My Pearls of power shall given to Endolynn

My Spell books shall be given to my old master in why of reconpience for stealing his so many years before.

My Urgosh shall be returned to my Clan in the yYromancy Leaguel They can be found in the dwarven part of the city.

My two rods should be sold to pay for a shrine ti be built in the place that I should finally fall at.

Now as for regards of my body there will be a set of instructions that must be followed to the letter. You will take my body to the The Cauldron of Night with a bag of diamonds and leave it with the priest there.

Than you for honouring these wishes

Viet Bazvilli

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The last will and Testament of Jarenhone Moonborn
May the flame of freedom forever burn brightly and true

This folded piece of paper if tucked in the cover of Libris Pious it looks like its also a page that has been ripped out of the books last few pages……

To whom it may concern, if you are reading this then you have found the last will and Testament of Jarenhone Moonborn, Pain in the Ass to Baldrin Smithson and Endolynn Lindenberg. I have no titles or official declarations or anything of note that makes me stand out amongst my fellow party members I am just there in the background to make sure that everything works out, if you are reading this then i have failed and my body lies decaying and rotted somewhere, you are free to take anything you so desire from it for i have no one to whom i can leave my wordly belongings. I have no family and the only friends i have will most likely have died with me in our cause. But if i have died so that our goal has been achieved then they will probably have dragged my corpse with them when they leave or eveything will have fallen into an abyss anyway. Bu anyway all my belongings i deem shall go to someone who has the courage and heart to do what is necessary when the time comes, to do what they must not for glory or adulation or even the respect of their own teammates, to the person who does the right thing so that evil shall not have a chance to win. I took the Crown of Uwess and wore it even though i knew my friends and adventuring companions would hate me for it because it needed to be protected so that evil can not obtain it. I leave Destiny and my armour, which has served me faithfully since i found it in the Sylph Forge to whom so is truly worthy and willing to make the sacrifice that is needed of them when the time comes…………..

Jarnehone Moonborn
Shining Light of the Moon

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Catch up and apologies
This seems about right

So i guess its been a while………

Libris Pious sits on its Pedestal, the sheen and shine gone from its cover and pages, but it still flicks open ot what appears to be the last page in the book, the rest having been torn out…..

In this book was my life, both of them but now it resolves down to only one and the choices that have been made in light of that life and whether my decisions ultimately mean anything or whether i will just be another footnote in the pages of history barely worth naming at all, to catch up everyone its best we go back to the time just after the Lost Seekers split up, me and Baldrinn continued back to the Yeomanry to try and set things right, we met some new travelling buddies called Jasmine and Harrison who apparently came from another material plane we also managed to find Thamior again but he had apparently had a major revelation from Pelor and was serving his will. Things were going well til we got back to the town just outside the Smith on The Hill, where that Wizards tower was still standing it was there we lost Harrison to Seraphim and we managed to fight him and win, we even used the command word to ‘shut him down’ but it seemed to just rebirth him as a non-evil version of him self. Baldrinn still wanted to kill him and i couldnt blame him but i couldnt let him just kill Seraphim, so i made the choice to protect him and keep an eye on him. I learnt alot of stuff from Seraphim especially when the gods forsook me and left me by myself to my own devices it was hard but i have moved on. We lost Longspear the Lichlings over ran it and the creation of these wierd golems that went berserk didnt help either it was looking bleak, We also maanged to find out some more information about Agamemnon, that i wish we hadnt, it turns out that Me, Baldrinn or Seraphim could become Agamemnon and it was quite possible that the fact that Endolynns mum Alyastraea having been messing around with things had possibly caused the creation of Agamemnon. Anyway we moved up to Loftwick to try and save the rest of the Yeomanry and to try and stop the Undercraft League. i had also been given one final task from the gods which was to kill Mistress Uwess the current Leader of the Undercraft League and one of the Demonlord Grazzts most powerful and favored servants. Upon arriving at Loftwick it was clear things were not going well so after puzzling our way through everything we ended up in The Castle of Pain, which is Uwess’s layer of the Abyss, we also managed to meet up with an alternate timeline/ material plane Patty where we managed to defeat her but not without losses of our own Thamior fell to her foul demonic grip, we acquired her crown which is apparently the key to her layer of the abyss and we left ending up back in the Yeomanry coming through the Dark Gate. We recovered ourselves for our final push against Agamemnon I went to the gods and offered them Uwwess Crown so that no demon could claim it and they told me that it was my reward for doing what they asked, well i nearly lost it at that point but before i could say anything i awoke and i stared at it before deciding that at the very least i would keep it out of the hands of any demon who came to claim it, so i put it on. We then had to travel through the Sea of Sorrows to reach the Necropolis which we finally did and now we are preparing for our final confrontation with Agamemnon and deciding once and for all wether this world shall live to see the dawn of a new day or fall and be consumed by the darkness.

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The last Will and Testament of Baldrin Smithson the Iron Door and Living Will of The Yeomanry League
Patty... why does that say I'm the living will of the League...??

In the event of his death, Baldrin Smithson leaves the following items.

To his Family in the event of his death, Baldrin leaves all he owned, including his journal.

To Ciril Specifically he leaves the magic items on his person, excluding the Hammer. The rest is to be divvied up as the family see fit.

To Xin Li, an honoured companion, Baldrin leaves the Sincerest Heart, The Hammer upon which the World Died. May she do with it as she sees fit, though he thinks she will find it difficult to destroy.

To Patricia Fernland, whether she lives or dies, he leaves his soul.

Finally, he leaves a message for the people of the Yeomanry.

Be proud, keep yer head up, an bow to no single ruler. Yer a democracy for a reason, and let no fool think for a second that ye’d give that up. Be smart. Smart will always get yea further than strong… Though strong ’elps.

Penned and witnessed by the Bard Patricia Fernland, and corroborated by the Leader of the Dreadwood Druids Lysander Woods.

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Cynetessa's Farewell
Thoughts from the ditzy sister

“Farewell, Seekers. The Fates have aligned. May they guide you well,”
Those were the last words as I saw them off: the dragon Agralethian, the half-elf Endolynn, the human Baldrin, the dwarf Viet, the celestial Jarenhome, the ‘resurrected’ Patty, and the out-of-towner Gryfalcon. It was a bitter farewell, though I tried to hide it. I do not truly know if they will be okay in the Sea of Sorrows, but I have faith. They have come thus far, after all.
Janda is displeased with me. She does not want to let them go; she is certain that they will die in facing Agamemnon. I am not so sure. They have my sister and Seaorin. They will be fine… right?
Lysander has returned to his people, as their leader Griffith has died. I shall head there soon. It is a long trek back, but I have heard of a wizard from Neverwinter who may be able to help me. First, however, I need to talk to Endolynn’s father, Cassius, and make the trek to the Smith on the Hill and Loftwick.
Why do this, Cynetessa? I can hear you ask already. Why are you parleying with Queen Ceseli and seeking out the Golden Swans? Why have you spoken to Xin Li and convinced her to seek out the last remnants of her order? Why do you send a message to Lillavida to meet you in the Dreadwood? Why do you beseech the gods themselves with prayers and pleas? What is your purpose?
My purpose only has one goal. It has been brought upon me to make an army. The forces of Good must stand against Agamemnon’s rising; we need every asset available to us to survive. The lichlings will hatch, whether we like it or not, and to stop this world from being Eaten by Agamemnon, we must band together and fight.
As I embark upon this journey, I write this to explain what it is that I am doing, why my madness seems so esoteric. Perhaps I shall not succeed and perhaps you shall find my corpse one day, dear reader. I certainly hope not. But this world is ending and we need to fight. I can only pray that my visions are right, and we will succeed. And yet, even more important than my mission is that of the Seekers. My heart is with them, as they shall face far worse than any other. It will take every inch of their will and fortitude to pull through.

Good luck, Seekers. Gods be with you.

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Xin Li's Musings
gees, thats rubbish, I aint singing that to no one heh.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—>Hmm, must be in a strange mood. This is far too sad to start off the tale of how we killed off Lolth, even with whole planes being wiped out during the tale.. Guess ill sleep and try again tomorrow.

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Baldrin's Journal Entry Twenty One
Tis just a list, dont get too excited now...

List of things to do once we have arrived back in the League:

Find Ciril
Remove Ciril from the presence of that crazy nutter ‘empress’
Take Ciril Home

Meet random stranger in the Arrow At Rest

Free my home from nutters, an put it to work solving the Agamemnon problem.

<written>
Dont fail again

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Judgement part 4
The day I died

Ptrisah looked down at his feet the chains on his wrist heavy weighing him down trying to pull him down into the ground also if they to had judged him guilty for the acts he had committed. His head rose as the Prince next spoke " Well you must have believed in these Lost Seekers and their goals at least enough to die for them"
“yes my prince I believed in them, I believed they were all good people and we were trying to save the all the realms nothing more” Replied Ptrisah
“Tell us how you died then?: asked Thauath

The Lost Seekers at this point had traveled to fabled city of Sigil and had started on a quest to bring down Lolth, The Spider Queen. Using a guide named Gryfalcon they had gone to The Beastlands and retrieved the Beast Bow after fighting a large huntsman and a living tree. After they sortie into The Beastlands they destroyed a iron plant living inside The World Tree. The next park of their quest lead them to a frozen waste land to obtain a sword designed to kill daemons. After nearly freezing to death the group made it to a small tower where they were attacked by a pair of Frost Giants possession of the fabled Blade. We then returned to Sigil to warm up and find out where the book of Flesh is hidden. It was during this time we were attacked by daemons trying to retrieve the sword for the master. During this fight the Beast Bow sang launching arrows left and right but the largest of the foul beasts keep hunting me down and rending my flesh from my bones and be the end it was to much and my body gave out from the lose of blood i had suffered. My friends lucky enough were able to avenge me and keep the fabled items falling into the hands of these dark monsters.

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Baldrins Journal entry Twenty
What in the blazes is that BLASTED WOMAN PLAYING AT!!!!

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.An then theres this other thing. Makes me ill thinking on it. Harrison be dead. Murdered no less, by Seraphim. i wont go into the details, but i put the words that Endolynns mother taught us to him an then i splattered the twat all over that stupid tower that Thalossososs made. An then he promptly blew up. Stupid Bastard didnt die though. Oh no, couldnt have the precious magical robot just fuck off, no. The universe has to punch us with the git again. He’s all ‘reset’ now, like he’s some kind of switch. Oof, i just blew up, i feel much less evil now. An yet, even as i was set to pummel him into corpse paste, it occurred to me how hell bent Jarenhome is about folks getting a chance to redeem themselves. Well, it dawned on me as he started shoutin about it. An then Thamior decided to join in too. Guess theres more to that soul stolen stuff than ee cares to tell us. Whatever. Still, the tits were ready to throw a revolt over the flying fuck. So ee aint dead yet. Still, next time i see im, if he isnt saving some orphans or just generally being the most selfless person ever, ima beat him six ways from sunday.

I.. Hmm… I think i may actually be too angry to write to today Fole.Its just.. gah. Alright, quick update. Weve wandered my home country for about a week now, and the whole place just feels like its waiting. Like its the calm before one hellishly huge storm. Just one big clusterfuck on the way kinda feeling. Turns out my sister has been assisting Cecili by supplying her with constructs. Meanwhile, Cecili has up an crowned herself Empress. Ya know, the last git that tried to tell us freeholders what to do was the King of Keoland, an we ignored the git for a couple of hundred years after we seceeded. Still, this time its one of our own gone daft. An ima put an end to it. Apparently she is having a big ole diplomatic meet with the Freeholder and his mages, so well use that time to gather more information. Its heartening to know the army isnt too far off, but they are just far to trusting of this mad woman.An then theres this other thing. Makes me ill thinking on it. Harrison be dead. Murdered no less, by Seraphim. i wont go into the details, but i put the words that Endolynns mother taught us to him an then i splattered the twat all over that stupid tower that Thalossososs made. An then he promptly blew up. Stupid Bastard didnt die though. Oh no, couldnt have the precious magical robot just fuck off, no. The universe has to punch us with the git again. He’s all ‘reset’ now, like he’s some kind of switch. Oof, i just blew up, i feel much less evil now. An yet, even as i was set to pummel him into corpse paste, it occurred to me how hell bent Jarenhome is about folks getting a chance to redeem themselves. Well, it dawned on me as he started shoutin about it. An then Thamior decided to join in too. Guess theres more to that soul stolen stuff than ee cares to tell us. Whatever. Still, the tits were ready to throw a revolt over the flying fuck. So ee aint dead yet. Still, next time i see im, if he isnt saving some orphans or just generally being the most selfless person ever, ima beat him six ways from sunday.An then theres AliastrĂ«a to ponder. She told us that saying those words would kill im….

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Jasmine's Journal #2

Journal,

It has been an absolutely terrible day. We have been heading to this place for a few days. After being lead through the edge of that forest by a druid leader, we started to head through some plains to a small hamlet that seemed very familiar to Baldrin and Jarenholme. We spoke with a few of the barmaids there who informed us of what has been going on in Yeomanry; of the wars, of the different sides, and of a diplomatic meeting going on in Longspear, a big town to the North of the hamlet. From here, we left to go to Baldrin’s hometown. As it turns out Baldrin’s sister is actually involved in the going ons of the Empress of Yeomanry. Or shall I say, the self-appointment Empress of Yeomanry. So that was very interesting. But what happened soon after has put me in a mood so sour I do not know who to even turn it around.

We awoke this morning to find that Harrison had not come back after he left to explore an old wizard’s tower last night. I had fallen asleep early in the evening because I was tired from travelling, so I did not see him come back. Nor did Thamior or Jarenholme. We ran from breakfast following our realisation, making our way down into the bottom of the tower, to find Harrison, dead. Well, not even all of Harrison. Just his head. Above a pool of acid with writing in blood on the wall behind him. I couldn’t handle it, I do not even remember what this writing said, but from what everyone had been saying, it seemed to be the work of this Seraphim fellow. The evil angel who is after Baldrin’s hammer. While this seemed to have shocked me completely, this sight, what happened later has put me into a state of misery. We reached the top of the tower to find Seraphim and his cronies. They were so tough, and the battle was unbelievably difficult. We were all aching and near unconsciousness by the end, but then Seraphim began to act strangely. He kept getting redder, and his friends were escaping, as if they knew what was going on. Then we realised… He was going to explode! We bolted down the stairs, some of us much more gracefully than others. The tower collapsed beneath the explosion.

And then… We saw him. A body of a person looking very similar to Jarenholme, but with white wings. But he also looked very similar to Seraphim, and when we asked his name, it was exactly as I had thought. It was him. And now he wants to join us on our journey. Thamior and Jarenholme are all for redemption but I cannot stand to even look at him. He killed my best friend, and has killed so many others in the past. Just because he turns around now and says he can’t remember a thing?! Why should we bring him along and forgive him?! For all we know, he may turn around and become evil again one day. He might be lying about not being able to remember anything. We cannot trust him, and I don’t even want to think about the possibility of him coming with us to Longspear, but I get the feeling he will be following us the whole way there.

Yeomanry seems to be an absolute mess. We are on our way now to Longspear to listen in on some of those diplomatic meetings and find out what’s really going on before we make our move. It’s hard now though, being in a universe where you’re completely alone, because the one person you knew is now gone. And there’s nothing you can do to bring them back, and nothing anyone else can do to make it any better. I’m finding it hard to muster up the strength to be enthusiastic about our goals for the time being. I’m sure it will come back, but for now, I’m just going to follow blindly behind The Lost Seekers, and do whatever is asked of me. Except for Seraphim. In fact, my hatred towards him is so closely match to even that of Agamemnom.

Jasmine.

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