Yeraa's Journal

8 Zarantyr 998 YK
I, Yeraa, a duur’kala of the Kech Volaar, do assert myself a seeker in the restorationn of the great Dhakaani Empire. I begin my tale in Rhukaan Draal. My heart was heavy with dissatisfaction, and it sung the old lament of my ancestors. the moons have danced their endless dance many times since I have come of age, and not once have I been called into the service of the Heirs. My flesh was naked of the markings of deeds. Akianti had only attained to Wolf Warrior for three months, and already she has slain a troll. Yet for all of her fierceness, she knew of the secret need for consolation we females sometimes have.

We walked in the Understone district, building eachother’s spirits through our anger. Our voices unabashedly echoed through the dark caverns, promising glory to come. But, as if by fateful amalorkar, a few of the [[Kech Sharaat were passing by at that moment. They, too, were filled with vigor and rage. The fools challenged us with words, and, losing this battle, drew their better blades and assailed. I drew Gracksharrat and challenged their leader, but it was all interrupted by the intrusion of a great, dark figure. Their leader and I made to continue our duel, but he simply held us apart with his immense strength, saying, “Hey, be nice.”

I began to make out his features to be that of a dragonborn. What audacity to meddle in goblin affairs! He said his name was Andathar, and that he was working as a bodyguard to a one Telhk. This Telhk (a Ghaal’dar) had made an alliance with the seer Huugan, who is one of the foremost Seekers. He brought a summons from the seer (with his seal), as well as a reminder not to start an open war with the Kech Sharaat. Still, I reasoned that my honor required me to see it through. He said that I had beat the bladebearer in the war of words “…so technically you won!” As we we walked, he continued to find strange loopholes in my words, yet he lacked some of the self-righteous pomp common among his kin…

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…[Hugaan] told me that I was to build a team of Seekers to recover the fabled Arkantaash. He said, “It is written that the destiny of _Arkantaash is bound to those who seek and find its scattered fragments.” I told the seer that I was greatly honored and I would not stop until it rested on Tuura Dhakaan’s brow. The Kech Shaarat may have their Sword of the True King, but we will have THE ASHEN CROWN.

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16 Zarantyr
Yesterday that dragonborn said he also knew another Wordbearer who was recently come from Volaar Draal. Gour is his name. I met him today in a plaza under the crimson shadow of Khar Mbar’ost. His description did not do him justice. His lower teeth are like ivory towers, his eyes glow like the Ring of Siberys, his locks are like strong roots. Tattoos like tears streamed from his eyes, showing great journeyings. On his chin above his perfectly trimmed beard was the mark of a young sprout, showing that he had killed or maimed a foe at a very young age. The girth of his shoulders was impressive, and on his belt was a fine, bejewled rapier—no doubt won from a human or an elf. As a duurkala, it has always been my duty to pass on the lore of Dhakaan. I even sat at Tuura Dhakaan’s feet for a few hours. Nonetheless, Gour’s knowledge of goblin history, Arkantaash in particular, astounded me. He was far traveled indeed to know such things. He was modest about his achievements, but I gathered that he bravely ventured into Valenar and learned secrets about the crown that few non-elves would know. He confirmed his belief that the crown was once again seeking to be a part of history.

As I write this, I am filled with yearning and with joy. Everything seems to be coming together.

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22 Zarantyr
Huugan announced earlier this morning that he had a dream of the Circlet calling from a cave in the Seawall mountains, near our ancestral home where the Heirs of Dhakaan hid for thousands of years. We are working on a contract with a freelance airship. My Seekers are ready. We leave in the evening.

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22 Zarantyr
We spent the day at Volaar Draal. As we went over our plans we heard the troops undertaking combat drills as well as the echoing songs of the other dirge singers. I heard that the vaults of the fortress held innumerable scrolls and some artifacts, and I wanted Gour to show me around and introduce some of his contacts here, but he said he had other matters to attend to.

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11 Olarune
After long journeying and much strife, we have found Karruuk’s Circlet! Gour and I spent the night working with it, feeling it point our minds toward Breland. We of course know that the mighty Ashurta reigned in Ja’shaarat (which the fickle races now call Sharn), and that he possessed a mighty blade that was part of the crown. Now, in addition to finding _Arkantaash, the Kech Volaar will be credited with uncovering a lost holy site!

I will send a message to Krolick that we are on our way…

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17 Olarune
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