"Lost: Three crates of dyes, bound for the Arcveltian capital of New Ashen. Each box is painted with the mark of a blue outstretched...

A small passage of parchment was found on the streets of New Ashen attached to the leg of a wood phoenix, a bird typically found in the...

The page was filed in haste, with the ink of the penmanship uneven. “Three days past, I led the caravan along the southern bend toward...

Word drifts across the planks like smoke, heavy enough to choke. A mercenary fleet from New Ashen, some say, tired of Delair’s plundering reach. Others swear it is no kingdom’s banner, but something darker, older, a foe that no man nor ship can truly stand against. In truth, I cannot yet discern which tale is the better lie.

One day I can only hope that my pen name "The Ironwood Mouse" can be known far and wide as he who documented and researched the unique phenomena that is the island of Delair, until then I will keep up my watch and be vigilant as pirates are not kind to my kind of inquisitive nature. 

"To whomever reads this, They weren’t empty words. I saw it myself. The mists do not cling as they once did in the Blackwood Grove. From...

Found near the forward rail of the Galehart Airship. The ink blurred by wind and the damp of the morning and the edges of the parchment...

Day 1 The following accounts are the writings of a madman. Well… I don’t know if I’m mad, but I am a hunter, and I swear I saw the most...

"It all started when I was born...- No wait, maybe it was when I was five. It was just me and me sweet Ma y’see. She worked really hard...

They met in the ruins of the Starlight Temple, where no prayers are spoken anymore. Lilima was a priestess, her bloodline bound to the...