Journal Entry #541, Month of Mourning

I write this message in the hopes that someone will come to the Village ofDeeg and find it. Disaster has struck the village in the form of an earthquake, the epicentre of it close to the southern wall. Rumours have it that the earthquake has opened up some sort of passageway 20 mars from the southern gate of the city.

Survival, like all encounters in the Big Green, is on everyone's mind. The captain of the Green Fang, the ship that I was to take, had delayed sailing until the morning in order to fair better. How I wish time could be turned back and that we had sailed away during the night, as was our original plan. The ship is now in pieces. The crew and I fled the ship when the River Seethe left its banks in a giant wave that crashed into its harbour district. I was forced to descend into the underbelly of the city with strange company in order to escape the flying debris and the water above.

The people above have faired worse than I. Hundreds of Goblins and other races have died due to the flooding. Only those who could outrun, outthink, or were just plain lucky have survived. The Misharr Rarrlu was one of the lucky ones, saved by a brave Goblin who was pulling drowning victims onto a rooftop. This black ex-slave Misharr believes that he owes a debt to his rescuer, and has started to tend those upon the rooftop including and attractive but very wet tawny female Misharr.

Those that were in the southern end of the city on higher ground fared better. The structural integrity of the buildings around are suspect, and one or two have already collapsed. Some fool traveller named Kaarn lost control of his treeg during the commotion and it is running through the village in panic. He had just arrived in Deeg after a long trip through the Big Green and had stopped in the Always Inn for a bite to eat. He is currently seeing to his injured companion outside the tavern which is in danger of collapsing.

The cause of the earthquake is still a mystery. No one knows if we have angered Haskulet, angered the Serpent, or if some foul magic caused it. Rumours have circulated about a mysterious disappearance around the time of the incident. Vashnak of the esteemed Vagdush Goblin family was last seen on the streets of Deeg minutes after the earthquake with packed bags and a strange grimoire sticking out of it. Vashnak was known to be a strange scholar interested in history from the time of the Scourge. Rumours of strange chanting being heard from his home mere seconds before the disaster struck persist.

We fear that the walls will collapse and the Big Green will finally reclaim this fortress of civilization. Haskulet help us survive, I do not believe that a Delfae has a hope on surviving on his own in the Big Green.

- Saksass

 

Out of the goodness of my heart, I have undertaken to contribute to the Tribune with the writing of the report on Krull. Not that I have actually set foot in that breeding grounds of the goblin disease. Given that Mirg is somewhat lacking in hospitality to those of us who are of the elvish persuasion, and that no sane person would ever want to go there, I bring you this brief summary through the efforts of my sources in the spirit world.

The spirits report that Krull is a slimy backwater of a place. But that’s hardly news. The spirits also say that there are currently no goblin adventurers worthy of the name still active in that city. And that really isn’t news, either. But there are a trio of non-goblin yrani who might be worthy of note, in some small way, so it is on them that this report shall concentrate.

The dwarf, Todarr, seems intend on leaving Mirg as soon as possible… to get away from all the goblins. Smart fellow. After renting a boat, shopping for supplies and a few souvenirs (Fool. Why would anyone want to remember Krull?), and haggling extensively over maps, he then went on to nearly be killed in trying to get his deposit back. Typical goblinish shenanigans. They’re even worse than humans when it comes to money.

Speaking of humans, Krull has had the dubious honor of hosting one of the more scabrous and disreputable members of that race. Dahn does Krull? One has to wonder which of them is getting the worst of the bargain. Probably Dahn. His antics thus far have included being cheated out of his money, shut in a box, shot, half-drowned, and left for dead. Still, he seems to have recently had a change of fortune that has left him staying in a “mansion” among what passes as polite company, for goblins… that is, slightly better than the average shash-addled primitive of Mirg.

Lastly (and whether leastly, I will leave it for the reader to determine), Krull has recently seen the arrival among “th’damn greenskins” of a misharr sailor named Kailla. At first understandably wary for the welfare of her purse, she has since fallen into the company of a bevy of jungle-misharr. With them, she hopes to find a gobliness named Urhu who is said to be living in the slums of Krull. But then again, isn’t “slums” and “Krull” a little redundant?

So much for the report from the goblin capital. But why not go to see for yourself, dear reader? After all, you have only your life to lose… and your purse…and, most likely, your mind…

--Sir Elrion Rulweyr, servant of the great Lady
Ysiane, Private Advisor to the Yranasnea.

 

Wilderness of Mirg

I am Haskulet, the Great Mother, Spirit of the land of Mirg. I know all that happens in the jungles here. All that enter my realm are at my mercy. Please me and I shall reward you, ignore me at your peril. The Serpent and I guard this land from those that would despoil it.

An elf has entered my lands and makes her way towards the cursed city the goblins call Krull. Her spirit calls out my name, her body infected with one of my plant's children. She has been sent a fairy to slow the process enough to allow her to live, although she is awakened to my presence. Her personality grows wilder with each passing day as I gather her into my waiting arms.

Near my border with the grasslands, a minotaur has entered me seeking shelter from her madness. She travels without weapon, and ignores the most basic of warnings from my goblin children. The Serpent will most certainly gain an excellent meal from her.

A human questor of Dargotten wanders through my land. I watch this one carefully for he carries the Darkstone. His quest interests me and as such I let him live. His goblin guide will take care of him should it be required.

Know that these three are few among many who brave my wilderness. There are others who's fate does not weigh so heavily upon my interest. If you would come to Mirg I would gladly embrace you in my loving arms. Your presence will serve me one way or the other.