This page contains a list of the various written materials and documents that the heroes have discovered on their adventures through Valkonnen.
Drune Notes. Found in an enchanted temperature controlled cottage..
Despite our objections it is clear that our brother Sena are planning to go ahead with their plan to conjure up a great ice-age to seal the Firstborn back into the ice. It is true we need to act but they seem heedless of the ripple this will have in the reast of the natural world.
My fellow Drune have proposed that we prepare for this eventuality and have conceived a plan to translate the great Western Tolmenwode into another place far beyond the reach of this looming winter. It has fallen to me to test some of the lesser conjurations that will be used in this great undertaking.
My brother-Drune have begun the construction of several gates that will provide the necessary connection between Valkonnen and the Tolmenwode.
Once the working is complete we will leave this place, but I have placed several enchantments so that our work not fall into the hands of the unworthy.
Felicity Redman’s Diary. Discovered on the long dead body of a woman who had barricaded herself into a small chamber in an insect infested abbey.
Although most of this leather bound book is ruined and illegible due to damp and the cold, a few pages of the cramped handwriting can still be read:
28th Snowmelt 1284
We have heard whispers from the rare boats who ply the frozen seas to the North that the ice sheets have retreated from Valkonen and the land is no longer shrouded in snow. As a student of our ancient history I must follow up these rumours with my own sources, if true the potential for discovering our history could be tremendous. If true this opportunity would be worth any risk.
13th Midsummer 1284
My sources have confirmed that the southern coast of Valkonen is no longer impassible, I have managed to procure passage to Valkonen about the vessel of an unsavoury character by the name of Langword Swailes, I would be lying if I said I trusted him and the passage has cost me almost all the gold I possess.
14th Midsummer 1284
I have begun preparations for travel, although it is dangerous, I’ll show those pompous fools at the Roheline Guild of Sages that my theories about our ancient history were correct and not merely the vain fancies of the young.
28th Midsummer 1284
We are to depart tomorrow, I am told by our Captain that the journey will take at least two months.
1st Shadowchase 1284
Our journey has begun, but the weather will get colder as we head north, there are only two seasons in Valkonen, a short summer of three months and a long winter of nine. I had hoped to set out with summer weather still behind us but it was not possible.
14th Shadowchase 1284
One of the crewmen tells me that there is increased interest at home in exploring Valkonen and that some minor nobles have begun to prepare journeys but that it will probably a year of so before serious colonisation attempts are made. With any luck I’ll reach our ancient homeland before then and have time to examine it’s secrets before greedy looters arrive.
1st Careholme 1284
The weather is bitter but we have had a strong wind at our backs for most of the journey, as we enter the month of Careholme my thoughts turn to my family, what must they think? But I can’t allow myself to give in to weakness or sentiment, it will all be worth it in the end.
7th Careholme 1284
I’m writing this having just swum ashore somewhere on Valkonen’s southern coast, I was right to distrust Captain Swailes, as we neared shore his crew took my possessions and threw me overboard; as luck would have it I was able to save my field journal and make it ashore.
21st Careholme 1284
I have managed to survive with some knowledge of hunting and fishing, although it has not been easy and I find myself almost unrecognisable when I look at my reflection in the river.
3rd Coldsea 1284
The weather has turned bitterly cold and the sea has begun to freeze, were it not for an encounter with a strange group of diminutive white-haired hunters (seemingly from a local tribe) I doubt I would have survived, although I do not understand their gutteral tongue I made myself understand through hand gestures and they have agreed to take me to their village, somewhere in the eastern mountains near the great glaciers.
The hunters seem remarkably untroubled by the cold.
21st Coldsea 1284
I have reached the village and have spent some days here, the village elder–who picked our language remarkably quickly and seems wise even beyond his ancient years–told me this place is known as Leng. Their people seem to have a strange fear of their own dead, although I could not get them to reveal why this was so.
I am told that–shortly before the elder of Leng-folk dies–he chooses a successor and performs a ceremony thought to pass on all his memories and knowledge to the new Elder.
2nd Deepwinter 1284
The Leng-folk are a curious people although they are undoubtably similar to the Roheline in physiology, this may prove my theory that not all of the people of Valkonen took part in the great Exodus to the South over a thousand years ago, perhaps the Leng are a remnants of the people who stayed behind?
8th Deepwinter 1284
Reluctantly I am bidding farewell to the Leng, they have given me provisions but warned me to beware of a creature (or creatures) they call Simlonko, from their descriptions an ape-like creature, they describe it an old tribe who had lost themselves in the cold. My hosts have given me directions to a ruined abbey in the mountains, they say it is from ancient times before the ice sheets came and was once home to a group of great warriors.
10th Deepwinter 1284
I have reached the edge of the mountains, but the way has been hard, the weather awful and my supplies are almost gone.
7th Darkwinter 1284
I have found the ruined abbey, but I fear this has spelled my doom, the building is infected with strange insects, I have been bitten by a number of these creatures and I fear the bites are not healing well. I have managed to barracade myself in one of the small rooms of the abbey.
If I do not make it out alive then I suppose it is fitting I lie down here amidst the splendour of this ancient monument, knowing that my theories were right, although I regret I will not be able to prove it.
??? Darkwinter 1284
I do not know how long I was unconscious, my wounds are inflamed and a fever is on me, but before I die I must set down some of what I have found.
A set of mosaics in the depths of the abbey show an order of great warriors fighting on behalf of the of the AMIZU (those mages of old Valkonen also called SENA), a second panel of the mosaic shows the departure of the ancient race.
I have deciphered the title of the mosaic, it is called The Departure of the Amizu.
??? Darkwinter 1284
My wounds are getting worse and the fever is upon me, my only regret is I won’t have chance to search for the ancient relics I’m sure the AMIZU hid in the lower levels of their sanctum before it was torn down by those who blamed them for the coming of the glaciers.
??? Darkwinter 1284
It is so cold and yet my skin is burning, can barely hold pen… must close my eyes….
Invitation to Staffstone. Delivered to the heroes by a solider from Staffstone.
A folded letter sealed with wax bearing the imprint of Fort Eastburn, the letter reads as follows:
“To the Vanguard of the Immortals,
In order to address the growing threat of opportunists from Roheline that we will surely face once the darkness of winter has passed, I am inviting several concerned parties to meet up face-to-face at Staffstone Tower.
Given your potential future stewardship of the–as yet unnamed–tower now re-assigned to be built within the bounds of New Seal Land Village it is our hope that you will be able to attend.
Please note that this is to be a meeting of minds and any attempts at violence against any parties present will be looked upon with extreme disfavour, I have made this clear to all parties in attendance.
Lord Brannan, Fort Eastburn”
King of Blood Book. Found hidden in an abbey near New Seal Land.
I cannot let the others in the monastery know, they would not understand that the world they believe in is a sham created by the Sena and those who came before them to mask the truth..
The past is not what it was made out to be, it is a savage empire of blood and fire where humans were enslaved to will of cruel deities who walked the earth. And they knew it to be their proper place.
It is right that we should quake in the darkness at the edge of the firelight.
We are but meat for the King of Blood.
Logger’s diary. Found on the frozen body of a man between the vampire infested logging camp and New Seal Land village.
This diary is crudely made with rough, hewn wooden covers and thick pages bound together with fraying strips of cloth, most of the entries are unreadable due to it having lain in the snow for too long however you can still make out a few entries:
We boarded the ship for Valkonnen so many months ago, hoping for a new life once we had worked off our debts, but the foreman at the logging camp always finds new ways to keep us owing him money. Even the small infraction increases our debt, we are little more than slaves, not even allowed to leave the camp.
A strange sickness has ravaged the camp, many people complain about strange dreams and seeing creatures in the night, they become pale and listless. Some have died, but I have seen their pale shades lurking beyond the light of our fires.
I have heard that there is a village a few days to the west of here that takes in strays, I am going to use the chaos of the sickness to make my escape from the camp. With a little luck and Leander’s grace I may make it to the village.
Priest’s Stone Tablet. Found in the ruined abbey near New Seal Land.
The tablet is written in the hieroglyphs of Ancient Valkonnen, it takes you some time to decipher but eventually you are able to work out the meaining of the pictograms:
“The Ancient Ones who tutored us in days of old have departed, taking the best of those blessed with their blood.
Most people believe that they have forsaken us and turn to their pupils the Sena for rulership but I have faith that they will return.
Sena Mage Journal.
How could we have possible known? We knew that the creature below the ice could not be allowed to waken lest it serve as an entryway to the Children of the First World, my superiors believed that what they were doing was right but they couldn’t have predicted the cataclysmic consequences for the rest of Valkonnen.
Myself and my apprentice have been working with the other Sena to try and find a way to protect the inhabitants from the coming winter until the enchantment passes, I know there are others working on different plans, I have heard that the Drune intend to seal off a portion of Valkonnen and shunt it into another place where winter will be banished, but it seems like folly.
There are even rumours that some of our brotherhood have turned to the Firstborn to protect themselves from the catastrophe, but surely that must just be rumour?
I have been in touch with some of our brethren on the southern island outpost, decadent though those Sipopa addicts may be, they is no denying that their drug does have startling magical properties; I have arranged to have some shipped over to me in the hope that myself and my apprentice can fathom a way out of this mess.
Already people are talking of abandoning our home.
Solaris Abbey Note. Recovered from a stone sarcophags in the Order of Solaris Abbey, written in an archaic version of the common tongue.
I WRITE THIS IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE SLAVES SO THAT THOSE WHO PERSECUTE MY PEOPLE WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND IT, THEIR FEAR OF THE DEAD SHOULD HOLD THEM FAST.
THEY CALL US DEVILS AND MURDERERS BECAUSE WE BOUGHT THE COLD OF WINTER EVERLASTING TO THIS LAND, ONE TRIBE ALREADY TALKS OF ABANDONING OUR HOME TO SEEK WARMER LANDS TO THE SOUTH. LIKE TICKS FLEEING THE CARCASS OF A DEAD ANIMAL THEY SCRAMBLE TO BOATS NOW THEY HAVE CAST MY BRETHREN TO THE ASHES OF THE EAST WIND, THE JUDGE WILL DAMN THEM FOR IT AFTER THIS LIFE.
HAD THEY BUT KNOWN WHAT WE SAW, THEY WOULD THANK US.
MANY OF MY OWN KIND HAVE SET ASIDE THEIR KNOWLEDGE AND MAKE FOR THE ICE-FLOES BELIEVING THAT IF THEY LIVE A SIMPLE LIFE THE FOURFOLD GODS WILL PARDON THEM. THE GODS KNOW WHAT WE DID WAS RIGHT AND NECESSARY.
THE HIGHEST OF THE SENA, THE AMIZU PLAN TO DEPART FROM THIS WORLD AND PRESERVE OUR KNOWLEDGE SAFE FROM THE FIRES OF RIGHTEOUS FOOLS, THEY OFFER ME A PLACE BUT I WILL TAKE REFUGE HERE AMONGST THE FASTNESS OF THE SOLAR ORDER, OUR FAITHFUL WARRIORS WILL PROTECT ME UNTIL MY TIME COMES.
Vampire Plans. Scrawled notes found in a vampire infested logging camp.
A bundle of notes that originally appear to have been used to store the profits and losses of the logging camp, they appear to have been written over in crabby, scrawling hand-writing, most of it is barely legible but you can make out some of the entries:
I now know that the creature that chose me was but an emmisary of the King of Blood who dwells in the White City in the Shining Mountains, an ancient stronghold of long-dead mages.
With each day that passes the sun becomes more painful to me and I feel less like myself, it is as though some part of me has been scooped out and something dark has poured itselfs into the hole left behind.
I have discovered that I can use my blood to make my workers more pliable and stronger, like myself but somehow lesser, their touch does not drain life like my own but can freeze a man in place. It seems that the King of Blood desires ships to look for more pleasing lands to conquer and it is for this reason he has gifted me his strength.
I am under no illusions that the King will retain my services should I cease to be useful, during the hours of darkness I have been attempting to discover all I can, lest I should need to take my leave.
I have discovered legends of Brondrar-Laht, last of the Ancient Ones and the reputed wielder of a great sword that shone with the light of the blazing sun; apparently he joined the ancient mages in their attempt to stop a great evil from rising in the White City just before the coming of the Great Frosts. According to legend he gave the mages chance to escape but was consumed by the evil.
The Blood King will have his ships, I may build one for myself should I need to take my leave, but I will write no more, I can sense his influence growing and do not know how much longer my thoughts will be my own.
Whalesong Forest Scroll. Taken from the work desk in a ruined mage’s tower.
WHILST I AGREE WITH MY COLLEAGUES THAT THE GREAT WORKING WAS NECESSARY TO PREVENT THE GREAT BEAST FROM BENEATH THE ICE ESCAPING, THERE IS UNSETTLING TALK OF MANY WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND OUR ACTIONS, THEY PLAN TO FLEE THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH.
THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. I MUST FIND A SOLUTION.
I HAVE SPENT LONG PORING OVER ANCIENT TOMES; HAVING DISCOUNTED SACRIFICING THE SPARK OF LIFE TO ACHIEVE A PALLID VERSION OF IMMORTALITY I HAVE HEARD RUMOURS OF A MAGE NAMED AKH-BIT TO THE FAR NORTH, ALTHOUGH I DO NOT KNOW HIM MY COLLEAGUES CLAIM HE HAS SOUGHT THE AID OF NAMELESS ENTITIES TO ENABLE HIS OWN SURVIVAL.
THIS ALSO SEEMS UNACCEPTABLE – IF WE SACRIFICE HUMANITY TO GAIN LIFE, WHAT IS THE POINT?
I MUST FIND A WAY OF US ADAPTING QUICKLY TO OUR NEW ENVIRONMENT IF WE ARE TO RETAIN VALKONEN AS OUR HOME – FURTHER EXPERIMENTATION WILL BE REQUIRED.