Celebrations: No traditional celebrations were observed this past moon. The moon of July will see the annual “Nondenomnomination” barbeque hosted by the collective churches of Freehold. This celebration will include good food, wonderful drink, and impressive entertainment from what I’ve been told. Be sure to be there!
Deaths: Kelas, a Baron of the Chivalric Kingdom of Pendrakken was slain in battle with Gerion Vard and his minions. While revived afterwards, the town should thank the man for his stalwart defense.
Jakob, a kindred of the spirits of winter, was slain helping the Kingdom of Jotunbrud retrieving Sinvicta, an ally to the town of Freehold from their homeland. He was revived in short order, but may have been saved altogether if things had gone differently. Let his sacrifice in the protection of unity and service of the endangered be remembered as a call for all Freefolk to never leave an ally on the field of battle, regardless of the risk. Every life is sacred.
Important events: The refinery, captured from Fang-Zhara, finally was destroyed. It had been defended vehemently by Freefolk, but was too badly damaged by several attacks to remain functional.
Gerion Vard, an outlaw Necromancer from the Chivalric Kingdom, was driven from the field of battle by the Freefolk. He was not slain, though many of his minions were given the peace of death.
Birth announcements: Marlowe, of Ishtari faith, gave birth to a son, it was reported to this humble scholar. That son was taken to be raised away from the dangers of Freehold.
While not a birth, the town of Freehold did get a ward by the name of Lilly-Rose. This young lady survived an attack on her farmstead. It is my personal hope that this young lady is cared for and shown every opportunity.
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From the Diary of Sirul Vulfric
Freehold, it seems, still bears no shortage of surprises. Especially so since I missed the gateway on the previous moon. Apparently, one of my own kinsman is in possession of a whisp artifact that is sought by the wraiths that continue to haunt Freehold. Much of the night was spent fighting wraiths as a result of this. Following the glorious battle, where in I managed to kill a wraith, Silverleaf finally got me that drink she owed me at the War Horse tavern, which was moved since last moon and is now a proud part of the business district. I did have the misfortune of learning of a beastling rebellion going on back home. I decided to get some information on the uprising. Surprisingly, Cromley Diamondfist had more information than I could have garnered on my own. Apparently, Sssssimon and his Unifiers were responsible for the uprising. Somehow, he set in motion events to drive my people in Pendrakken closer to their primal nature. I must write to my mother and persuade her to leave Pendrakken until the issue is resolved.
I decided to retire for the evening too soon, as the following day, I learned that Sssssimon had passed through freehold. I was robbed of the chance to get answers and justice. The morning brought with it Yao Guai, nightmare demons. I had hoped we’d seen the last of their ilk two moons ago, but I was clearly wrong. It took a lot out of us and Jonathan Crowley was slain. At noon, I attended mass at the Church of the Seven United for the first time in longer than I care to admit. We gave Lord Executioner Blick a memorial service and I delivered what I felt was a glowing eulogy. Following that, I spent some time training with Myoch to become an oracle of the Loci spirits and soon I hope that training pays off and the accept me. I was told to be stable, like the earth and the trees. To empty myself of emotion to channel the Loci and act as an instrument of their will, rather than bending them to my own.
I had heard rumors that Ren Stormwater, a famed pirate about whom smutty romance serials were written, had come to freehold. I never read these, but I have heard tails of his exploits. Following this, I found myself in the unfortunate position of doing business for the Iron Bank.
This time, it was much more straightforward, even if we had to fight through water elementals to get there. A pregnant woman had taken out a loan to help get her inn, the Crowing Rooster, off the ground in a manner of speaking. Fortunately, I was traveling with a member of the Defenders of Dawson. He had put forward one hundred gold to pay off the woman’s debt. We escorted her back to Rottenbottom and delivered him the gold his bank was owed. I was given five gold for my part, and went on my way to Annie’s Inn to steal some sleep. I was awoken by a commotion outside and rushed out to find a little girl running, screaming that someone had taken her mother and father. Being the Enforcer that I am, I had to help. I joined an adventuring party and set out to help find the girl’s parents. I was brought in by Kaliah to help comfort the poor thing. I promised her I would do what I could to help find her parents before she was escorted back to the Inn for safety’s sake.
I kept my word and helped to organize a search party, and we DID find the girl’s parents. We found their bodies. I made my way back to town, followed by a member of the Defenders of Dawson who sought to tell her the truth, but I urged him against it. When we found the poor girl in the business district at Starducks tea house, he did not listen. He told the girl the fate of her parents. A woman at the tea shop told the girl that her parents had gone somewhere far away and the girl insisted she should go with them. I couldn’t bear to watch and made my way back to the inn. The undead attacked shortly after and fighting them uncovered something fascinating. When darkness fell, wraiths descended again on freehold. I fought valiantly and managed to kill another one. And then another. I am getting quite proficient at dealing with wraiths. I had twisted my ankle during one such fight and had to rest it before returning that night to Pendrakken, hoping the couriers there would be more reliable than Griffon mail. I must urge my mother to leave Pendrakken until the uprising is curbed. I pray to the Seven that King Arcturus makes the right call.