HEROES OF IMPILTUR
Journal of Saskatel Reven
• The clans have lost the true path. During the time of legends we were all united under one leader for the good of the people and the world. Now we are divided. At best, clan leaders like my brother Tseken acknowledge that life is not as perfect as it was in the old days. At worse, some of the clans have degenerated into savage brutes and murderers. All of the clans now raid what they once produced and kill those once called friends. The worse part is that they believe that there is nothing that they can to change their fate. They believe that their only choice is to continue plodding down the same road. They forget that all paths eventually turn. I will show them the way. I will form a new clan. Together we will recover the lost holy artifacts of Targore, the ancient hero of the Minotaur people. For those that wield the sacred artifacts also wield the right to rule. With these symbols of right and power we will reunite the clans and restore the motherland to greatness. I do not expect the way to be easy. There will be many wrong turns and dead ends. At the last, I hope that through perseverance and faith we may reach our blessed destination.
• Exodus Day 1: Today we embark on our new journey away from Clan Reven. The day has not come swift enough. My brother’s anger has nearly reached the point of bloodshed. I think he has only allowed me to leave because I was able to convince so few to travel with me. That and because he does not expect me to return from this “fool’s quest” as he calls it. Perhaps he also secretly stays his hand because the thinks he could not use Targore’s axe upon me. It is said that the axe may not draw the blood of a good person. I would like to think that I am one. Certainly I have seen him use it to slay many of his challengers over the years. I have no doubt that he could slay me without it. He always was the better fighter. Still to not use the axe would or to have it fail to wound me would certainly cast further doubt upon his leadership. Already the axe’s fire has gone out and its edge has dulled. I hope to return in strength with the other legends of Targore so that I may convince him to relinquish it to me for the good of the people. My great fear is his own ego may stop him from doing so. Among those traveling with me foremost in my thoughts are my stalwart friend Kaz, his mate and daughter and of course my own beloved mate Elsie and our son Tsol. My only true regret is the danger I am placing them in by taking them along with this path with me.
• Exodus Day 8: Today we visited the Demos clan. It was a waste of time but we had to try. After the great rending of the clans Demos claimed Targore’s horn of demon fire for their own. Legend tells of how their clan became fat and lazy as their lifestyle began to center around smoking pipe weed and playing music around the hearth. Their clansmen now stay securely hidden within the walls of their labyrinth, exiting only to trade or steal when they must. It is well known that they lost the horn to trickery will bargaining with demons (and reportedly hopped up on weed). I had hoped to trade with these clansmen for passage into their stronghold in order to research the origins of these demons and hopefully stir some of them from their apathy. Instead we were rudely turned away at their gate. It seems as if I will have to search for answers elsewhere along the path for now.
• Exodus Day 10: Today we were raided by the horn-heads. They killed two clansmen and made off with nearly a quarter of our provisions before we drove them away. The horn-heads are a headstrong bunch for sure. They have never wavered from their wild ways and were the only clan never to submit to Targore’s rule. Targore never returned to our land with his fabled helm of dragon horns. Legend tells that he left the helm with his traveling companions as a token of his respect. Stories say the clan was given the nick-name horn heads as a joke because like the helm, they were always missing from Targore’s domain. Their clan certainly is savage and strong. Only the strongest of warriors could hope to bring them to heel.
• Exodus Day 17: Tonight we sheltered in the former home of clan Aortaa. The labyrinth has long since been abandoned and we found no clue as to why the clan left or where they might have went. After the rending this clan inherited Targore’s famed armor of the Crimson Tide. The centerpiece of the armor was the powerful gem known as the Heart of the Hero. Evidence here in their halls shows this clan began a fascination with hearts prior to their departure.
• Exodus Day 36: We encountered the clan of Nox Hur today. Their clan has long wandered the southern marches of our land in search of spiritual wisdom and enlightenment. Finally we have encountered some success! Their leader challenged me to a race and I won. Nearly their entire clan has converted to the Winding Way. Nox Hur walked away with Targore’s nightmare horseshoes after the great rending and their possession has been passed on to me. To think that I now hold one of the great relics! Our new numbers and their enthusiasm restore my hope that our mission may yet succeed.
• Exodus Day 76: The clan celebrated the tenth year of life of Kaz’s daughter Cowaveras today. It was good experience for the clan and seemed to relieve some of the toil of these last week’s hardships. More of the harrowing journey south across the frozen tundra awaits us tomorrow but for tonight the trouble it is forgotten. Elsie told me she thinks little Tsol is enamored of Cowaveras. I laugh to think of the possible union between my son and best friend’s daughter some day.
• Exodus Day 111: Thank the gods. We have finally crossed Icelace Lake and arrived in Peltarch. The fishermen of the village seem somewhat wary of our appearance and have offered us little sanctuary from our travels. No matter we are alive and will endure.
• Exodus Day 112. Today I met Festus Adamas. He is a well-traveled Tiefling whose brother is a count in a land to the south. He has offered to aid us in our quest. The warm food he shared is the first the clan has eaten in several weeks. More importantly he has knowledge of where we may find one of the relic’s of Targore. Festus tells me of how in his travels around his brother’s land he joined a party of explorers that discovered a lost city in the middle of a swamp. In the city he says that they found a tomb of heroes and the description he gave can only be that of Targore and his companions. Furthermore he has given me his notes on the ruins. I will begin deciphering them immediately.
• Exodus Day: 133: Today the clans embarked on our journey west down the Long Road towards the nation of Damara. I bid a fond farewell to our friend Festus whose own journeys will soon take him into the ruins of old Peltarch to the North
• Exodus Day: 154: We drove off giant attacks while traveling through Giantspire pass. Our clan gave a brave account of themselves though nearly half our numbers now lie dead including my best friend Kaz and my beloved mate. We have buried our dead but dare not linger. It is with heavy heart that we resume our journey.
• Exodus Day 181: We passed some human traders today. They traded fairly with us but had an ill favor about them. I have ordered extra scouts and increased the number on watch.
• Exodus Day 183: The warriors of my clan are barricaded in some ruins outside of the village of Trail’s End in the nation of Damara. It seems a fitting name for I do not expect that we will survive the night. We are set upon by a group of Red Wizards and their infernal undead legions. The clan was still on high alert so we were not surprised by the attack but the sheer number of foes is more than we can hope to defeat. My warriors and I fight a holding action so that the young and infirm may escape. I saw many ambushed and captured by human slavers as they fled. I pray that my son has escaped. If I do not survive and someone finds this journal I beg that they give it to my son Tsol that he may continue the quest where I have fallen. I do not fear death for it just another turn in the road along the Winding Way.