I’m so sorry lex… I wish you the best of luck on your journies from here on out. You’ve been a great friend, and an even greater ally. Give Morgan my staff. :: -The Text from here on out is illegible, except “Keep the rest, lex”

~The Pages are all burned, save for one…~ :: If you’ve recieved this, congratulations, Nephew. You’ll find me in the wilds…

Entry 1, Da shadow Dwarf:: Never seen something like dis. Dwarf was cursed into a differen form. He become black skinned, and red eyed. He calls himself Highlander. Didn’t know unde had powers to curse like that… ‘Parrently, he was imprisoned, an orc he met while in prison had me vouche for him. He seemed…

I hereby bequeath, all of my world possessions to my friends across aegis, so told by this will. I wish that my house be returned to Mogroka, whom I’ve found a great leader, and a strong combatant. The bread in my chests are to be given to the gorkils aswell.

Possible Architects:: Peter [Peter9930] :: Lex [Lexperiments] Note: Dwarven Shaman, most likely not fulltime architect

Day 1 :: Da desert is harsh. Krugmar, harsh. We orcs, we strong, I think I can survive da snow too… It cold, an’ orc not used t’cold, but I think if I make shelter, more orcs com t’the area, an’ we settle a camp! This good idea. Shaman say krug agrees!