The Chronicles

1741
I was amazed to meet a traveler who did not belong to any caravan. He was stranded since is papaopamus was injured. I lent him some ointment from back home. In return, he showed me his compact crystal, something I had only heard of. Imagine, a personal portable crystal without a chalice! I would imagine carrying something like that around is just asking for a visit from bandits. I wrote this down so I could share it with others. Personal portable crystals what an amazing concept! -Zack Muir
My twelfth year with the caravan is over. "Once monsters had blackened our memories, the demons devoured them. From the darkness, monsters spawned anew." How did the rest of the story go? There was something about a princess, but I can't remember how it ends. For the sake of posterity the adventures of the caravan must be recorded. Let this be that record, it shall be known as the Caravan Chronicles. -Zack Muir
1742
Water water everywhere... buts it all so dam salty... Our ship is hopping between islands trying to find new myrrh trees. I am not a fan of this form of travel. Marcus is the only one of us cut out for life on a ship, turns out there are advantages in being the son of a Fisherman.
Nine weeks in and I never developed sea legs. I feel still terrible, Treuil is just as bad but the rest have seemed to recover. Hopefully there is a tree on one of these northern islands.
Thirteen years... I have been at this eleven years, and I struggle to remember it all. I need to get better at writing all this down. Turns out my portable crystal revelation from last year has spread like wildfire half the kingdom is working on a way to split the crystal so that we can get make this a reality. -Zack
1743
The Mine of Cathuriges is a relic of the age of Liltian reign. Orcs rule it now. Its a dark place, I was sure to bring extra torches. We found the orc's king waiting for us in the deepest cavern within, its nothing more than a Grim of course. After our victory, I collected a drop of myrrh. - Zack
Life on the road is hard, but at least we have the simple things; a jolly tune sung by Joanna, a good meal cooked up by Harold & Marcus, a prayer of hope from Zack, and some of Treuil's tabacco pipe to calm down the nerves. At least we have the simple things. -Mercedes Vowel
The River Belle is a sleeping cobra. It lies across the land in smooth seductive curves, beautiful in the morning light, cool and innocuous. Yet it hides a myriad of dangers, its swift undertow being the least of your concerns. Just yards around the next bend is the largest waterfall in the region; if you survive the fall you can enjoy drowning in the plunge pool as you circulate round and round until you suffocate . The water is icy even at this time of year since the water comes from the alpine melts as much as from the rain. Being the eldest and heaviest I will have to go first to secure a rope on the other side, then the others will follow knowing that if they loose their footing at least there is something to hold on to until help arrives...in the form of me. I can't wait. -Zack
After eating, we were preparing to set off home, when suddenly some Lilties ran by, in hot pursuit of a iron golem. They were probably from Marr's Pass. That village has long been home to blacksmiths, so they were probably off gathering materials. -Mercedes
1744
Marr's Pass. This land was once home of the Lilties. With the iron weapons they wrought here, they once ruled the entire world. Now, this place is but a small town at the crossroads. Time washes away everything. Joy. Agony. Everything. -Mercedes Vowel
As I approach the Mushroom Forest, I somehow feel like I'm shrinking. Each toadstool I pass seems taller than the last. Now I know I'm inside the forest. Those fungi, monsterous versions of the vegetation in the world, were truly horrible in their outlines; detestable parodies of toadstools and Indian-pipes, whose like we had never seen in any other situation. In the evening many became slightly phosphorescent; this explain what other travelers have described as witch-fires glowing in the dark. They are not to be prodded, otherwise they release a nauseating, overpowering, utterly sickening spores akin to poison -Zack Muir
Harold was slain during the battle with the Grim at Daemons Court. The name of the place was intended to be a warning to stay alert and not succumb to fatigue or overconfidence. We failed. We let our guard down when we saw a pair of jet black Coeurls and thought they where Grim Guardian. With our backs turned the Daemon King had a clear shot. It sniped down Harold before we realized our mistake. He is the eighth traveler I have watched die, I pray he is the last. -Zack
This is the eighth time in 15 years i have seen the funeral pyres lit for one of my comrades. At the end of the purification ceremony the funeral was held. As always the kings closing words were "A hero's name is not forgotten". Marcus took it the hardest, he and Harold were like brothers inseparable since childhood.
1745
Our newest member Sarah joins the caravan, alongside Treuil, Mercedes, Joanna, Marcus, and myself. This year we are headed to the Dark Forest. The Kings Advisers has asked us to get a sphere of power that my be able to split the crystal. -Zack
When breaking camp early this morning, we were passed the caravan from Alfitaria. They proudly marched right past us! I must admit, they were an impressive sight. -Zack
Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in winds and storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that Sarah says remind her of seaside waves; even the color of the moss is kelp-like. She did well against her first Creature of the Grimm, a Beowulf. Though Zack did injure his hand in the battle will keep record until it heals. Its odd how wounds inflicted by the Grimm are so much harder to recover from. -Mercedes Vowel
At Arashiyama Grove the towering green stalks of the famously versatile Bamboo plant sway in the wind, creaking eerily they collide and twist, leaves rustling. Here we collect our second drop of Myrrh after defeating the Ursa. -Mercedes Vowel
Brashards Sphere of power, is a terrifying dangerous device. We reached the top of the abandoned spire to find a Geni Grimm, and a previously unknown Myrrh tree we gathered the extra drop and plan on giving it to the scholars for study. After the battle Marcus reached out to take our objective and it obliterated his arm. We discovered the Hard way that the talisman set into the alter was the only way to interact with the orb. It seems to destroy anything it touches. I dread the idea of touching our crystal with this device... Its going to be a long trip home if someone has to focus on navigating this thing the entire way. Since Sarah is the one who noticed the talisman she will be the one to control the orb first. -Zack
16 years. The record keeping seems to help out a lot with remembering the journey. We delivered the orb and Sarah will continue to be the only one to control it. It has a darkness about it that she (as optimistic as a first year caravaner can be) is best equip to handle. Marcus has retired, his fighting days are over now that he lost his arm, and the loss of Harold still weighs heavy on him. They will try to cut the crystal tomorrow. I still have a bad feeling about this. -Zack
Let me try to remember... It was a disaster, almost extinction! The orb cut the crystal alright, she (Sarah) barely had started to carve one edge with the sphere when the crystal cracked in two and the sphere also absorbed its luster. Lucky we had the extra drop otherwise we might have been wiped clean off the map like Tipa. Marcus (back from his un-started retirement for this last endeavor where his cooking skills would be valuable), Treuil, Mercedes and I left that very day to go get another drop from Mochet Mannor. We made record time getting one back 28 days! We robed ourselves of an easy drop next year but it was the only feasible option. -Zack
1746
This year was such a blur... So here is my jumbled mess of a memory of it. Four drops where needed to cleanse the now two separate crystals. I think the king plans to move the smaller potion to the north. I'm cirten other history books will record the endeavors that occurred in the city to recover from the disaster. We were given a moderate size stone that was built into a new wagon. A few dozen personal crystals were made, but it was not worth the cost. Sarah helped devise a plan to lock away the sphere. Something about a multi dimensional storage cube, an immovable rod, and placing "shards at the sites of dead crystals to remind any wayward souls of the risks". Sarah will not be rejoining the Caravan as her mission to prevent the abuse of the orb has taken over her life I wish her the best, she is a talented young mage. This year took a great toll on Mercedes and the woman decided that eight years was enough. She retired at the end of the year.

Year of 1747
The morning of my departure was here at last. I tried to brace myself for the journey ahead. Zack is our leader, he has been in the caravan for 15 years. Treuil is the quartermaster, Joanna is an experienced bard. Cain is new like me, he's good with a bow, and I'm Lydia Morel. We left late in the afternoon, a few hours later there was a field along the main road where we decided to camp until sunrise. In a few days we will reach the river path were we set out in search of the myrrh tree there. -Lydia
On our second day, someone called to me. A handsome man at the head of the incoming caravan introduced himself as Levi Amidi, leader of the caravan from Alfitaria. It seems that news of our caravan had already reached them. They showed me much kindness, and a Moogle named Stiltzkin gave me a much needed lesson in combat. -Lydia
We arrived at the offshoot to the River Belle Path today. At home the are some who say that wicked creatures prowl along our beautiful riverbank, but nobody has ever seen one. I once asked a man why. He simply replied, "Because anyone who happens upon one is promptly eaten!" But it is long since anyone has met such a fate. For nowadays, people take another route, far away from the spooky old road. Only we walk the old way now... travelers in crystal caravans. -Lydia
We wound our way through the vivid green hills and followed the path to reach the River Belle. All my tension seemed to flow away with the River Belle's serene currents. As I pressed onward, I slew many goblins. I soon saw a rainbow over a great waterfall. Tomorrow we must cross it to get to the tree. But the Crossing shouldn't be to hard, Zack says he secured a line years ago. -Lydia
Where is light there must also be shadow, for as long as sentient beings have walked this world, monsters have walked here too. Monsters come in many shapes and sizes, but non so dangerous as the Creatures of the Grim. The Grim are without souls, thriving in miasma, feeding only on feelings of negativity and dark memories. Today I fought my first creature of the Grim, it was a huge dark crustacean. The battle was hard and I took a heavy blow. Once our archer Cain was able to blind it we were able to cut it down. This victory made the sight of the tree even sweeter. One drop down, three to go. - Lydia
When I was a child, I once asked my mother, "Where did I come from?" She replied, "Why, we all sprouted in the Mushroom Forest, of course." Nightmares soon haunted my sleep. I dreamt I was lost among the toadstools. I awoke in tears, but felt the warmth of my mother's embrace as she comforted me. It is something I still remember to this day. Although a Marlboro blocked our path today, we prevailed and collected a drop of myrrh. -Lydia
As I ventured deep into the mine, I kept jumping at my own shadow, cast on the walls by the flickering tourches in hand. Our third drop awaits at the end of the mine shaft. Zack says that the Orcs and creatures of the Grimm both love shadows and darkness. -Lydia
Three down one left, Lydia is doing such a great job keeping records I don't have much to add. -Zack
We came upon the caravan from Alfitaria. It was overturned. Few monsters prowl the road, and Zack said he's rarely seen such things in all his travels. The sight was so bizarre that I merely stared in amazement before it occurred to me to lend a hand. Thankfully, no one was badly wounded. Levi said they were attacked by a massive four armed lizard that walks on two feet. It seemed to knock over the wagon for fun and then ran off. I asked him how he knew it was "for fun" and he claimed it laughed the when the wagon tipped... What sort of creature could they be describing? -Lydia
Goblin Wall lies North East, nestled among the Hellfire mountains. As expected, the place was infested with goblins. They engage in the dark and sinister ceremonies, so the people of the civilized world fear them. Zack planned a daring raid into the goblins' lair to the collect the myrrh there. It worked. -Lydia
With my first journey behind me, my caravan has finally come home. Before setting out, I had heard only stories of the world outside. Once out there, I found excitement, surprise, and a bit of hardship. Whenever I close my eyes, I vividly remember all my adventures as I searched for myrrh. Tonight is the festival. It's time to celebrate! -Lydia
Year of 1748
This year Zack says we will go South to the Darkmoor Swamp, down by Valmorgen. The caravan consists of Zack, Treuil, Joanna, Cain, Myself and new members Paul and Kelly. -Lydia
We ran across the caravan from Alfitaria. They were already heading home with their chalice full of myrrh. Levi was quite generous with weapons they'd found, as he claimed "some were of no use to them". I blushed when he touched my shoulder when giving me an ornate dagger. I think it may just be his way of thanking us for the help last year. -Lydia
Ahead the forest trees are thinner, a clearing perhaps or a glade? As we draw closer we can see that it is neither. The firm ground gives way to a Bog of tall reeds, the soil submersed in water. The Thail Bog, we have finaly reached the Darkmoor Swamp. The autumn sunlight falls directly onto a tree trunk, likely felled for just this purpose, a bridge. There is no hand rail, nothing to steady oneself. The drop isn't dangerous, just one hell of a messy landing. With one careful boot I test the bark. It's damp with a smattering of moss, likely the sunrays keep the worst of it off. It isn't too slippery. Time to take a deep breath and just go- eyes on my feet and the next half step, arms raised like a tightrope walker. Steady. Steady. One footfall at a time until the other bank appears. -Lydia
Today we decided to continue through the swamp. To my surprise, I heard someone call out to my caravan. It was a group of kindly-looking Gnomes. A look at their clothes told me that they probably hailed from Valmorgen. -Lydia
Today we visited Conall Curach. As I marched over those endless planks, I began to understand how the Selkies must have felt. The dragon zombie awaited me at the end, with the claric's help the battle wasnt too difficult. Long ago, Selkies must have fought this creature in their search for a new home. The myrrh tree drooped mournfully, as if it marked where the Selkies' dreams were buried. -Lydia
Our Third drop in this "accursed swamp" as Kelly calls it was guarded by a great serpent. Treuil was very protective of Joanna (more so than normal), she seems to be struggling to catch her breath as of late I hope she is not getting ill. -Lydia
#1 I have been thinking that we should expand the caravan to two wagons. We need twice as much Myrrh as we used to. Additionaly we could carry trade merchandise and a few more caravansers to let folks rest and have a reinforcement crew if things went poorly. I'm still thinking on the matter, but I am writhing it down to make sure I remember later. #2 I need to make sure it is written into the contract that caravaners are forbidden from sexual relations with one another. Having a pregnant teammate is a burden we could do without. - Zack
Going north now to the Veo Lu Sluice. The Sluice is a monument to peace between Lumas and Yukels. The myrrh tree sprouted here as if to celebrate the coming of such times. It is unfortunate, however, that the tree grew near a golem, who was left there to protect the sluice from monsters. It is now covered in Miasma and looks like all the other Creatures of the Grimm. I suppose it just goes to show that nothing can be gained without toil. This was the final drop needed this year. Oh and Lydia, when you read this back at the end of the year please remember to pack more than one quill. -Zack
So ends the second year of my caravan. Miasma hindered my steps, and monsters struck at me from behind. Still, I'll always look back fondly on the warm smiles that greeted me, it was always a joy to meet other caravans on the long, lonely road. I hope I see them again next year. -Lydia
Year of 1749
Treuil and Joanna are leaving the Caravan in order to start their family. Kelly will not be returning as she only joined the caravan last year from a sense of obligation her family had placed on her. Zack, Cain, Paul, and I are returning and this year will be joined by Nessarose as well as a young merchant named Kent and his "guards" Dustin and Glen. The merchant crew will be with us on the main roads but not on expeditions for Myrrh. -Lydia
We passed by The Fields of Fum. It is said that Humans work tirelessly to cultivate this land, but it is the Yukels who developed the Sluice we visited last year to irrigated this land. The main road was built by Lilties long ago and keep it safe from monsters. This place truly demonstrates the potential of peace. -Lydia
The Caravan is heading to Shella, citadel of the Yukels. There is a slight chill in the air, and I find it hard to believe that its all part of the same world. Kent says that Yukels dress in strange ways to maximize their magical abilities. Glen said that he once heard that they have no bodies, only souls. Though I think Glen is full of made up stories, I do feel that Yukels are a mysterious people indeed. -Lydia
We left the merchants in Shella and headed towards the village of Tida. Zack says its important for every caravener to visit Tida at some point to show them the importance of their charge. The story is that the sun once smiled on this village more than any other. But one day, their crystal's blessing faded. The villagers eagerly awaited their caravan's return; but for them, the crystal would never shine again. It is said that not a single one of them tried to escape. All stood fast waiting for the caravan, hoping to the very end. After hearing that tale, I felt the weight of my burden like never before. Zack says that the myrrh tree sprouted to Tida after the village fell to ruin. The tree grew from the hopes of people waiting for the caravan to return home. But at the same time, in the momnets before death those hopes became fear and gave rise to a powerful Grim called Armstrong. Now I understand why caravans try to avoid this place. Tida is a dark and gloomy town that consists of houses of residents past. Zack had a small box that he hid near the failed crystal, he said he was fulfilling the request of a friend. -Lydia
Winds have always come from Selepation Cave beyond the Northern forests of the plains of Fum. But who could have known it was the cave worm's doing? After collecting the second drop of myrrh there, I looked back from the mouth of the cave. No wind stirred now that the monster had drawn its last breath. Legends are only legends, after all. But as I turned to leave, a gust of wind brushed my cheeks. -Lydia
At Arashiyama Grove we gathered our third drop of myrrh. We are proceeding back to Shella to pick up the merchant crew and head over to Raven Wood. -Zack
We came across the caravan from Marr's Pass. Though stout warriors, and even Lilties suffer a poor hunt now and then. So it went this time, as they had been unable to find all metrials requested by their village. They seemed dispirited, and in the merchants wagon we had just what they needed, so I gave it to them. It was a good feeling, Kent tried to scold me but I told him if money was all he was after he could take that from my end of year payment. -Lydia
We stopped in Ravens Wood for a few days. The elven city seems to blend in with the forest it is built into, the architecture is full of curves and natural accents. I browse the wears of a smith he has several ornate pieces. I pick up one and hold it to the light, its a curved blade with a rich mahogany handle, with depictions of leaves carved into the hilt. Kent saw that I was interested in the piece and took it from my hands before I could ask the price, I watched as he haggled with the vendor. His skill in this craft is a wonder to behold, he got the blade for a fraction of what i would have payed for it. He told me that not all battles are fought with weapons as he handed me the saber. -Lydia
Moschet Manor will be unlike any of the other tree locations, Zack told us a story "The Hill giant Jack Moschet was starving, so he ordered his Tonberry Chefs to make dinner right away. But when his wife awoke from her nap, she was furious to find the table bare. 'How dare you forget my dinner?' she bellowed at her husband. Jack knew the trouble he was in, so he demanded the chefs make great haste, but thats when he discovered his chefs had been slain and small folks where gathered around his courtyard tree. He was furious and started to charge down the intruders. Thats when Maggie his wife bellowed 'Jack you didn't tell me we had guests, Ill be sure to set out a few more places at the table' the caravan apologized for the chaos they had brought into the giants home. A deal was reached caravans would make a great feast for the Moschet family and they would grant access to their tree." Zack said at Moschet Manor always knock first.- Lydia
At this years purification ceremony Zack Muir was named Lord Commander of the Caravan, between the sucess of merchant wagon and his 20 years of service this was an honor much deserved. The merchant Kent bought 4 new wagons for next year (I did pay up on my debt). I learned that my sister Heather is to be married to the prince of Mayhew. I guess i already knew that childhood was over for me but this did help sink that message in I turn 18 in just a fortnight.
Year of 1750
Heather and Borivik's wedding was the event of the season! As Lord Commander of the Caravan Zack was responsible for the logisitcs of getting the royal party to Mayhew safely. He was very unhappy with the appointment but fufilled his duties honorably. He and I are the only two caravaners present and the merchant Kent also earned an invitation so of course his guards Dustin and Glenn were here too. On the trip to Mayhew there were 10 Wagons each fitted with a crystal (many of these belonged nobles of the city), each wagon flanked with mounted honor guard. I spent much of the time with my family sharing stories of my journey and hearing tales of court rumors and city life. The wedding was a gorgeous affair with splendorous food, wonderous decor, fancy attire, and much music and merriment. Representatives of nearly every village and city were present. I saw Levi with the emissary from Alfitartia but was only able able to give him a passing wink, he replied with a short bow but I'm certain he dosn't recognize me in all this finery. -Lydia
On our way home, Zack asked Glen, Dustin, and I to join him to gather a drop since we were passing by a tree site. Its an old abandond wizards tower, and as we went through some of the furishings came to life to prevent our passage. The Grimm was a clock creature, Zack had given us all bowes and said try to keep your distance and no mater what dont let it touch you. We droped the creature and gathered the drop. -Lydia
Our 'Ture' caravan has a late start this year (due to the wedding). This year our caravan cosisits of Zack, Cain, Paul, Nessiarose and myself. On the merchant side Kent has brought three assistants Adrik, Ruik, Torgga, along whith four guards Dusitn, Glenn, Vondal, and Liftrasa. The caravan consists of five wagons this year three of them are equipt with crystals (not of course including the challace or Zacks crystal). We will be heading up to Alfitaria this year and the hellfire mountans. -Lydia
We ran across the caravan from Marrs Pass. They were already heading home with their chalice full of myrrh (the sight of which sent Zack into a fit). They were quite generous with weapons they'd found during there journey this year part of me thinks this was their way of thanking us for the help last year. But Paul supposes that great blacksmiths like them prefer their own weapons over those wrought by others anyway.-Lydia
My first visit to Alfitaria. Huge buildings all crowded together. Lots of strange people hurrying about. To me, they all look the same. They all wear the same hunted expression, as through something is chasing them down. I can't belive that Levi calls this home. -Lydia
Zack told me of an old poam he once heard its about the demon who awoke ravenous and began to swallow the shadows. Monsters sprouted in their wake." The tale is filled with many opposing elements, like the star and the darkness, the princess and the demon, the crystal's glow and the monsters. And behind them all lie memories. -Lydia
Nessiarose fell today. We were in a cave called Merediths Manetel to reach our first drop of myrrh for the year. the cave is runs along a deep casam and crosses back and forth over it. We made it to the tree after the fight with the grimm. On our way out we had to cross a somewhat narrow cossway between ledges, we had allready crossed it once before. At two feet wide it wasnt much of a challange, but no one relised how much blood Nessiarose had lost during the battle. She was as steady as a weakly spun spinning top gyrating to and fro. Zack and I both reached out to grab her... but too late. A few seconds later i heard a sickening noise, as it ecoed from the depth of the chasom below i knew two things immediatly. One I would not bea able to sleep tonight and two She did not survie the fall. -Lydia
I took my personal crystal and a potion of featherfall and a potion of climbing and went back, down into the chasam. I found her remains and gathered what I could. I never leave a companion behind if it can be helped. -Zack
"Keep moving forward" Zack says, "Our greifs, our needs, our desires, our hope, our pains can all wait, but the miasma wont and the crystals glow can not be allowed to falter." Though there may be truth it what he says, it brings no sollace to my heart. When I try to sleep I see my arms reach out and I watch her fall. -Lydia
Merediths Peak, I have not been here before. The assent was difficult, monsterous goats and wolves delayed our progress but we were able to reach the peak. The Frost Annock of a Grim that awaited us at the top was a battle well fought, but had the girl still been with us her fire spells would have been appreciated. After the battle I watched Lydia, She stood atop the rocky surface. Clouds swirled around her in an icy greeting and snow coated the mountain top. When she looked down at the dizzying drop, nothing met her gaze but flat clouds, hiding the treasure of their landscape below. Her eyes began to water as a wind whipped the hair across her face, "A HERO'S NAME IS NOT FORGOTEN" she shouted. -Zack
Goblin Wall again, it feels like the goblins are stronger and more plentiful then last time. No matter we gathered our drop set out for the last one. -Lydia
My fourth year with the caravan draws to a close. As I made new memories this year, those from the last began to fade. In one fairy tale, memories that grow dim are eaten by a terrible demon. I wonder what happens to memories when they're completely forgotten... I suppose looking back and cherishing the past can bring sadness when we face the future. I have never cried so hard as I did during Nessiaroses funeral. When I was younger I remember the funerals for other caravaners, they were always heros in my eyes back then. Now I feel the weight of my burden just as much as the day we stood in Ruins of Tida Village. -Lydia
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Year of 1751 -Today I walked for a while with the caravan from Alfitaria. Levi came to speek with me, he shared his fondness for days these days and the freedom that may someday be gone. He told me that he was second in line to inharet his fathers throne (a fact I already know). I had many questions and Levi humored me with answers. I listened to him talk for hours about his family, the city of alfitaria, and his responsibilites to the people of his fathers kingdom. It wasnt untill it was time for our caravans to part ways that he finaly asked who my parents were. The suprise on his face when he learned i was the daughter of king Amidatty was priceless. He had never guessed that he wasnt the only royal that chose the life of a caravaner. He had so many questions but our time togeather was at an end, i promised him we talk more next time and gave him a wink good bye.
-I sailed into the north to the lands of Kilanda and landed safely, much to my relief. Mount Kilanda fumed angrily in the distance. I hurried onward. At the summit waited the iron giant, who gave me a fair amount of trouble. All is well, though,tomorrow we venture in to the desert. -Here I am in the Lynari Desert. A sea of sand stretches in every direction. Bruied treasure? I feared I wouldn't even find a myrrh tree in this desolation. The legendary treasure had to wait. I fought the antlion and collected a drop of myrrh.
-Five years have passed since I first set out. Year of 1752 -Today I decided to take a side road for a change of pace. To my surprise, I heard someone call out to my caravan. It was a group of kindly-looking Humans. A look at their clothes told me that they probably hailed from the Fields of Fum. We shared a meal with the caravan from Fum. They offered me bread and meat fresh from their farm. The bread was incredibly soft, and the meat was tender and delicious. But the tough bread Mother bakes is still one of my favorites. -Rebena Te Ra. They say this city was built by misguided souls who clung to dreams of reviving the long lost age of prosperity. Now, its king and his subjects dwell here in eternal afterlife. After the lich vansihed through the portal, a ghostly silence gripped the chamber. -Today was the end of my sixth year. Year of 1753 -As I rode along the stone path, someone called out to me. It was the caravan from Shella. I drew nearer, wondering what they wanted. They asked me to make a trade and seemed to know exactly what I carried. Intrigued by their offer, I agreed.

A princess will become a queen and a queen must lead her people. I am torn between to realities and I cannot turn my back on either duty. To be honest, I have wanted to leave the caravan at times escpecilay when I felt that I wasn't truly needed. But each time I concluded that I need to stay, becaues there is somthing I still need to do. I don't know what or why, exactly, I guess not knowing is part of what keeps me here.

-Tonight I celebrate the end of my seventh year. -The northern settalmet is compleated Year of 1754 -I found the caravan from Fum travelling near the main roads, and they tried to push their goods onto me. Sheula claimed that they had 'too much to carry home', but I could tell from the gleam in Jake's eyes that they were just after my money.

*** the mars caravan is TPK'd and Levi comes to the Leuda caravan for help getting their chalace back. Lydia and Levi admit their fondness to one another

-My eighth year comes to a close Year of 1755 -by the time caravans reach Daemon's Court, the long journey has made them weary and some arrogant. The name of the place is intended to be a warning to stay alert and not succumb to fatigue or overconfidence. I must brace myself. -The curtain falls on my ninth year, and my last with this caravan. Year of 1756 Year of 1757 -Lydia and Levi are married "They love, they fight. They are two hearts bound together by eternity. Nothing can come between them." Year of 1758 Year of 1759 -Soul Rachet joins Year of 1760

Today we came across the caravan from Marr's Pass. Though stout warriors, even Lilties suffer a poor hunt now and then. So it went this time, as they had been unable to find all the materials requested by their village. I offered to sell them what they needed, but they rejected our price as too high. Upon reflection we may have been a bit greedy.

Year of 1761 Year of 1762 Year of 1763 -I found the caravans from Alfitaria and from Marr's Pass shouting at each other. Though all were Lilties, it seems that city folk and country folk don't get along. Who can blame them? They've each chosen different paths in life. Year of 1764 Year of 1765 Year of 1766

Princess is ** is born

Year of 1767 Year of 1768 Year of 1769 Year of 1770 Year of 1771 Year of 1772 Year of 1773 Year of 1774 Year of 1775 Year of 1776 Year of 1777 Year of 1778 -Lyda dies Year of 1779 Year of 1780 Year of 1781