From Kaladim and the Undermountain people

My dearest Edwina,

It was with both trepidation and compassion that I received your message. The news of a stolen child from the depths of Castle Mistmoore did not bode well. My initial reaction was to burn everything you had sent me as the taint of Lord Mayong brings nothing but Ill fortune to those who dare to dance with it. However, you had asked if there was anything I can do for you and I would honor your request. Here is what I've managed to discover.

According to Grand Master Architect Ballanor Steeliron, Castle Mistmoore's stones were carved and shaped by dwarven hands, the castle built from plans submitted by my brethren in Kaladim many centuries ago. Equipment and ingenuity from the Gnomes of Ak'Ananon allowed the construction of what was once known as Lord Mayong's Fortress-when he was mortal.

Grand Master Scribe Belron Irontome spoke of a time when a young Tier'Dal, unlike his brethren saw a peaceful co-existance between the Elves of Fadywer and the darker cousins of Neriak a necessity-this was Mayong.

As I further discovered, the area in which Castle Mistmoore was constructed, had and still has a peculiar flux of unearthly magics to it. The High Elves of Felwithe spent years trying to evaluate the nature and behavior of the other-worldy powers that seemed to eminate from that area. The Wood Elves of Kelethin long ago were able to locate a fissure deep within the area that leaked ill magics into the continent. There was a consensus amongst the elves and dwarves that this fissure and the dark things within it must be kept in check. Hence the dwarves set about fashioning the most perfect Crystal-the Lightstone of Fadywer, that would be large enough to house the protective High Elf Magics that would be placed within and upon it. This stone was to be set in place, over the fissure to stop what ill magics were eminating from it. However there had to be a guardian of the stone, a keeper. Someone who would not be tainted by the magics from it. It was Mayong who voluntered to do this. So a fortress was constructed to assist him in his endeavors and house the Lightstone. For centuries Lord Mayong pursued his quest for peace...but at some point Castle Mistmoore became tainted by the magics that were supposed to be kept at bay. The castle grew dark, shrouded in perpetual fog and the stench of evil permeated the area. Lord Mayong became reclusive, his efforts mysterious, and evil on the continent of Fadywer began to fester and grow.

It is believed that the Lightstone still exists somewhere within the walls of Mistmoore-it's powers corrupted. It is believed that the fissure is a gateway to other dark realms like Najena in Antonica, through an evil realm no one dares travel. Perhaps Valon was aware of this when he pursued his efforts with Najena.

At this point M'lady Edwina, this is all the information I've been able to delve from the depths of Kaladim. My kinsfolk are not kind to my studies and even this much research required considerable effort. I will continue my efforts in the Halls of Undermountain. I hope you and your kinsfolk are well and safe. Do realize, no matter how kind any soul saved from the Castle of Mistmoore may be, they are a soul tainted. Though Redemption is always an opportunity, there is a point where even fate has played it's irreversible hand. Be well Good Vicar!

Part XXI Sobana's Journal

I feel so unworthy of my position. I feel incapable of dealing with the problem of Deamentia. I am therefore going to ask that Lalanu and Edwina, both ex division comanders and both highly capable, deal with the problem of this dark child. In truth I do not feel worthy to share their company let alone call myself leader. I will retreat to my dealings in Kunark and continue my outreach to these Lizard men of which we know so little. Perhaps when I return they may have the answers that we seek. I truly cannot bear to see the strife it has caused in this guild I love so much.

Part 26: The Nanigoto Prophecy

A Letter From Professor Dado to Amchan Namie
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Mr. Namie

Once again, I thank you for the lengthy discussion we had the other day. The information you’ve given me has been very insightful. It greatly accelerated my research of the Nanigoto Prophecy, and I hope that my findings will shed some light on the answers you seek.

According to scriptures from the old Combine Empire, there once lived a powerful sorcerer and philosopher named Kal`Navae. With a deep passion for knowledge, Kal`Navae tapped into every arcane field she could find and discovered a many great things about ethereal planes and realms even the gods could not reach.

Details are a little sketchy from here, but according to lore, she was able to confirm that many of the intangible words we use, are in fact sentient. Order, chaos, nothingness, logic… Kal`Navae was convinced that these were more than just states, but living entities that co-exist in a universal balance. More profound is that she was claimed to be able to manipulate these creatures. As a creature of good, Kal`Navae never sought to abuse the order of things. Instead, she used her knowledge to propel the Combine Empire into a complete and perfect utopia.

To see a simple mortal achieve such greatness disturbed the gods – more notably, Veeshan -- for Kal`NAvae was beginning to wield powers and knowledge that even they could not comprehend. A conspiracy was formed, and with the agreement of several gods, the Combine Empire was laid to waste in a matter of moments. It all happened so fast that nothing could have prevented the outcome. However, Kal`Navae was able to escape by distorting time and slowing it down enough for her to escape into another realm. As the last citizen of the Combine Empire, she vowed vengeance against Veeshan and the other gods. Just as the gods used Norrath as a chessboard, she vowed to one day take it away from them. An ancient journal found in a recent expedition to Kunark confirms your story and adds much credibility that Kal`Navae is alive today. Her legacy, the Nanigoto Prophecy, should not be taken likely. Here is an excerpt from her journal. I apologize for the rough translation.

"A child with no voice shall be born, but she will be heard throughout all of Norrath. She will be unlike no other, for she will be infused with a piece of me. I will plant a seed within her. The Nanigoto – the nothingness – and it will germinate once the child has absorbed enough of your evils. When unleashed, she will devour all you have created, and I will rebuild what you have taken from me."

If Kal`Navae is alive and this prophecy is real (and I think it is), it could yield serious consequences if revealed to general public. I will hold these findings in confidence, my friend. If you should need more of my assistance, I will be happy to help.

Best Regards,

Professor Dado

Letter to Agantis

Dear brother,
It is with great happiness that I bring to you this news. In my searches to find reason in the mysterious powers that inhabit our dear sister Deamentia, I have stumbled onto a map marking the graves of two friends also bound by blood and embodied with the power the phoenix itself. These two valiant warriors once faced an evil very similar to what we face now. I took it on my own accord to venture to these ruins located deep within the Temple Droga. As I entered the tomb, I heard a deep dank voice calling out my name. As I drew in closer I began to feel an energy empowering my body and soul, it felt strange but yet familiar, I began to see things such as Ive never seen before. It was then that I realized my fate. As I studied the tomb further after my encounter I did realize that it was my namesake that gave me rightful heir to the power I received, and then realized that you too have been chosen, that is why I need you to come to this place with great expedience. This power alone I fear cannot stop the evil, even though the two of us seem rightful heirs to it, together we still face a grave danger of using it, for it too may corrupt us, but I see it as no other choice, we must accept this twist of fate. Please join me here in this place, and we can plan from there. As I said before though, I fear that this power alone will not be enough, but it may at least help us to further understand what has partaken thus far, and maybe allow us to combat it to some degree. Your dearest companion,

Gyrfalcon Phoenixwing

Re: Letter to Agantis

Agantis,
It is of the greatest urgency that I speak with you, In my travels I intercepted a letter addressed to Amchan, in its contents it speaks of the ancient Combine Empire and a great sorceress that obtained a power so great even the mose Divine of the gods grew jealous, they formed a plot in an attempt to destroy her. But what happened after that is even more disturbing. The sorceress it appears stopped time and escaped the onslaught of the gods; however, she left behind a prohecy. The "Nanigoto Prophecy," that someday a child, a silent shild would be born, and in this child this sorceress would implant her seed in her, and as this child absorbs evil she will begin to know the power inside her and consume the entire world in darkness so as to create a Utopia. WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN, it should NEVER be determined by one, what the fate of millions is. I CANNOT and WILL NOT let her personal vendetta destroy all that we have striven for. My hopes is that Amchan when he recieves this letter that Professor Dodo wrote him will take it seriously and perhaps even aid in either reaching the child to change her or destroy her, but I fear that even he cannot comprehend the inlaid power in this girl. After you read this please join me in Dalnir, you MUST come to see the secrets I have found deep within the walls of these ruins, until I see thee, I will be waiting here.

Gyrfalcon Phoenixwing

Part XXVII:

My friend, Gyrfalcon..

I do not understand this prophecy you speak of, but I do see changes in the child daily. I cannot begin to imagine how powerful she gets daily, and grieve to see how little my so called bretheren act when she commits acts of violence. I grow crazier every day the child is around, and can feel the claws of insanity tearing away at my mind. I know this child is a threat we've never faced, but she must be stopped friend. It is because of all that I've seen I must cancel my planned trip to Mistmoore's castle and will seek you out in Dalnir. Aye, brother, I planned to raid the castle myself to do what was needed.. When you get this letter assume I am only moments behind...

Agantis Phoenixknight

Part XXVIII: Imzaddi's Journal

Daily, I have watched the goings on in the Keep, but particularly, my sister Edwina. She is becoming mightily destracted of late, as well as complaining of an aching head and weariness, often retiring in the middle of the afternoon. I watch with growing concern as my sister displays a shortness of temper. 'Tis the childs fault. I know this. And tho twould cause my sister great dismay, I wish the evil ones departure from our midst. Edwina would say that I must see a way to help it find The Light, but my Holy Blade glows in its presence, thirsting for its "life". Others have indicated that perhaps the solution is to slay Mayong <fingers twitch> in Castle Mistmoore. Perhaps therein lies the solution.

May the Lord Prexxus watch over our voyage. – Imazaddi

A Letter to Debranna

My Friend,

I have watched this situation with our vampire child from afar as is my nature. Now is the time for me to speak. First of all let me begin by saying that I do not know how to properly resolve this situation. That having been said, I have certain fears in the matter. Her presence has caused a certain amount of disruption within the guild, I think that this is apparent to all. I cannot find it within my heart to cast out one afflicted by such a curse. As you well know, the lands of the Vampire Lord of Mistmoore have long been a blight upon the Island of Faydwer and I have long sought to cleanse this blight from our homeland. This would seem to be yet another plot of the abomination Mayoung. Perhaps slaying his minions is not enough, therefore I shall consult with my brothers and sisters within the guild and attempt to find some way to thwart whatever scheme is afoot. I know that this child has caused much strife and has pained some of our members to their very souls, but I do not believe that any of them would truely wish to turnout what appears to be a victim. This is perhaps the darkest challenge our guild has faced for it is a challenge not to our bodies, not to our resolve, but to the very heart and soul of the Knights of Phoenix. I shall take it also upon myself to make myself available for all those who are troubled by these things. I seek your wisdom in these matters and of course you are welcome to what little I posses. In this, as in all things, my counsel is yours.

In Love and Service, I write

Corwyn

Re: A Letter to Debranna

My brother,
What distress! Even the loyalest of Knights refuse my summons. It has been two days since I sent word to Archel and Amchan so that I may seek their counsel. Neither has responded. So I call upon you to guide me with the wisdom I have come to depend upon in times of trouble.

My advisors report that many of the Knights have fallen ill since this child was brought among us. I shall order her seized and placed in protective custody at once. She shall be clothed and fed as is our custom of hospitality but she shall also be placed under close superivision and not allowed to leave quarters without a guardian.

My messengers have collected much information. Word is spreading across Norrath that The Knights of Phoenix harbors a child foretold of old that may bring on the corruption and downfall of order in our world. How has this come to be? It is time to move with swiftness and surety. It may be that we need to destroy the source of the problem. That being said, Mayong Mistmoore shall fall to our blades!

I am calling upon the Knights to gather their strength and resolve and form troops to invade Mistmoore. Long has this castle of darkness been a plague upon our lands. The time draws near to go forward into battle.

With deepest love and concern,
Debranna

Part 29: Amchan's Final Letter to KoP

My dear friends,

I write this letter to you as I stand within the last outpost of the frontier. The Dreadlands is a harsh environment for anyone to bear, so I will be traveling light with only a bag full of rations and water.

Professor Dado is dead. She and I planned an expedition to the fissure site within Mistmoore boundaries to test the theory that below the fissure is a magical gateway -- a gateway to somewhere. As we began our descent, the light and magical properties began to affect my comrade. Somehow, I was protected. Despite my orders for her to return to Akanon, the professor urged us to continue. It wasn’t long before she collapsed and disappeared into the crevice below. I continued to climb down and reached the glowing portal after three hours of descent.

I passed through undamaged and found myself in the freezing mountains of the Dreadlands. Before me were the ruins of the Combine Empire. Kal`Navae was near. I could feel her, and she was aware of me. I decided to backtrack which eventually lead me to the outpost where I write this letter to you.

My friends, I am dying. Deamentia has given me her namesake and it will not be long before my mind collapses. With my final waking moment of sanity I will make this journey alone to confront Kal`Navae. She awaits me in those ruins and I do not believe she wishes conflict.

Perhaps, I can somehow show her that there is a sense of hope for this world gripped in turmoil.

Perhaps, she can learn that tomorrow can be a better day.

Because it’s never too late to make a change. A change to better ourselves. As a monk, I withheld my emotions from many people who genuinely cared about me. I had to be a strong figure that lived up to the ideals and virtues of the Order and my god, Quellious. And now, I have lost the two faiths that I have so dedicated my life to serving. What do I have left? I have you: my companions, who’ve given me undying support and affection. And I have Deamentia: the child who taught me how to love and nurture another; she taught me how to love someone more than my beliefs, my faith, and myself. Now, I will die for this child, so that she may live.

I don’t believe we’ll meet again, my dear friends, but if we should let us embrace that moment and validate our love for one another.

Sincerely,

Amchan Namie

Journal of the Forest Walker

Day 7, 46th season

I can no longer sense them! Where have they disappeard to? Adi and Soby... missing from my mind's eye. They have always been there, I could tell anyone where they were, simply behind me, to the right perhaps usually, or even in front of me. The distance has never mattered to my tracking sense, for I have always felt them, they have always been with me... but no longer it seems.
Worse even, the stars which have guided me many seasons have stopped their sweet mantra. I feel blind now, the reassuring light on the sacred forests of Kelethin have been snuffed out like a candle in a fierce gale. It seems a dark and strange evil is choking the very air, strangling it, trying to engulf it. I can barely dare to breathe wondering if it will be my last breath.
I can do nothing now, but search for the answer to this calamity that has befallen our forests, for I am its protector. My beloved sisters dissapernce coinciding with this sinister darkness can surely not be chance.
Are the legends true? Is evil incarnate here in this land at last? I sense something dark and growing in our own brotherhood of the KoP. Though it is young I sense, but growing rapidly. True I have been away for some time, what evil has transpired in my absence. My love for tall, noble forests which has been my seclusion, my enclave, and my peace has blinded me to the terror that is killing the brothers and sisters that I dearly love.
I shall seek to find what has culminated as of late with the noble clan of the Knights of Phoenix. There is a cancerous tumor growing within it, and I shall track it, and I shall kill it. For the sacred texts read, "better to pluck out an eye than to cast the whole body into hell." No one is above the good of the whole and the forest walkers will find and destroy that which causes us all certain death. I must find Eolair, Corwyn, and Debranna, for certainly they have sensed the lurking evil and especially the loss of our loved ones...

Nigub Starseeker

Part XXX: Legacy of the Phoenix

Today I stumbled upon something that has now changed my world foreever. While traveling deeper into the tomb, located within teh Crypt of Dalnir, I found the link to the upwelling of energy in my soul in previous days. I am glad you are finally here Agantis. Today I found an ancient tablet explaining to me about the two brothers. It appears that the brothers were once one, in fact they were the Phoenix of legend. Over 10,000 years ago when the sorceress was pursued by the gods, the Phoenix attacked her, as to why the reasons will never be known, but the battle lasted days, in the end she struck down the mighty bird, but as she struck him down he separated his will into two pieces, knowing that someday they too shall rise from the ashes and grow strong. However it has taken thousands of years, and I now realize my destiny. I am one of the legendary brothers, and I believe you to be the other, unfortunately, I have also discovered that together we have tried to regain our former glory and it does not seem possible. It appears we must pass several trials for the "power" of the legendary Phoenix to recognize us as the brothers in the legend. In its final moments when the phoenix was split he knew that his power alone was not enough to combat the sorceress, but by splitting into two, the new souls might grow strong enough to overcome her, I fear that it still may not be enough. For us to match the strength the mighty bird once had it first must recognize us as the legendary brothers. I know this is a twist of fate in your life, but I believe it and accept it. I know what we must do, but not until together we are recognized, what I need to know now is do you believe, if so we will be recognized and the "true" power will be bestowed upon us. Once that has been accomplished I have heard wind of ancient stones once used in the Combine Empire to amplify magic powers, they are in fact called phoenix stones, what they have in relation to the Phoenix I do not know, but with these we may gain the power to combat the terrible evil that has cursed this world, it is now that your faith be tested.

Gyrfalcon Phoenixwing

Part 31: Revelations - Amchan's Final Log

<<This Journal Was Found By Archel Montano Ten Days After Amchan's Disappearance In The Dreadlands>>

This will be my final journal entry.

Kal`Navae is not an evil or malicious being. Time has healed much of her wounds. I’ve held a lengthy dialogue with her, and she has witnessed all that has transpired. She tells me as long as Deamentia is guided in the ways of good and order, the Nanigoto within her will never manifest itself. And just like her incredible regenerating properties have proven time and again, her body will eventually overcome the terrible curse stricken upon her from Mayong Mistmoore. It will take some time and patience, but with the proper guidance and temperament she will survive this ordeal. It’s true that there will always be the threat that Deamentia could be reverted to evil, but I believe the friendships she has already acquired will never allow her succumb to that scenario. She will never regain her power of speech.

As for me, I have earned the respect of this being. She refers to me as the father of her child and honors me with the task of protecting the her. And protect her, I will. The brain dementia that has swelled my brain has subsided and Deamentia’s thoughts no longer fill my mind. While the silence is golden, I cannot help but miss her, for she became a part of me.

Kal`Navae is a wondrous person and more spectacular than one can imagine. I’ve been absorbed into a different realm where time runs differently. She tells me I will not be able to return to the world I know, yet I can return to Norrath. A cryptic answer at best, but it’s all I have to go on. She is allowing me to leave this journal behind so that someone may find and learn from it. When and where I will return is anyone’s guess, so I leave this journal as a promise.

Itekimasu,

Amuro-chan (Amchan) Haruto Namie

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