Online:Caecilius' Journal
Sundas[edit]
Strange movements in the sky. I thought I saw the Guardians appear for a moment. The Warrior, the Mage, the Thief. And then they flickered and vanished. I have a sickening feeling deep in my stomach, as if this is an omen of things to come.
Consulted the tomes of the Star-Scryer. Nothing but vague prophecies of the stars falling from the sky, portending doom. Nothing speaking to this specific sign.
We are afloat on a foreign sea, without a chart or astrolabe to guide us to safer shores. Our own Guardians have disappeared, abandoned us.
- Woe to us, children of a bitter age.
- When our children fall, who will catch them?
- For they are all orphans,
- Their mothers died in childbirth,
- Their fathers died in war.
- Like the beggar on the street,
- They beg for food and receive scorpions.
Tirdas[edit]
We are truly damned. Armies of sand giants have appeared in the foothills, attacking the precious Mundus Stones.
Persons calling themselves the Celestials have attacked in every place in Craglorn. It's a miracle Dragonstar still stands. We have not heard anything from the city of Elinhir in too long.
- Do not hope for a better future.
- Time is devouring itself.
- Oh you women in labor,
- Oh you who are about to give birth.
- Dash your children on the rocks,
- and poison your young ones.
- Who will stand when the stars fall?