From the diary of Silvan the Dryad
Session date: 2.11.2003

We returned to the inn. It was pretty empty.

8.2.

We woke up to a noise sounding from downstairs. It sounded like
 people partying. We went down to see people drinking their
 brains out. There were no familiar faces in sight.

The guy who'd been selling his map had gotten it sold and had
 offered everybody a round of drinks. Apparently the
 battlemages had bought it. This mapmaker had been with Daylo
 studying Caracal, so the map didn't seem like complete demon
 dung. He'd tried to get Daylon's apprentice to continue the
 expeditions, but with no luck.

The barkeeper ran after us as we were leaving, and said
 somebody had been asking for us, or somebody resembling us.
 There'd been a man from the northwest asking that.

We went to look for the Master. The mage school folks told us
 he was probably on the battlefield investigating Ulean's death
 together with some others. There was no response at the
 Master's lair, so we left for the battlefield.

By the bridge we were stopped by guards. They wanted to know
 who we were. We decided to return to the inn.

We heard the town crier talking about the battle. 5
 Dorandorians (Dorks?) had died, with orc casualties estimated
 at over 50. Quaylan's mansion had been broken into, but the
 thieves had been caught. They said Aryas had hired them to
 break in, and there'd be a trial later in the evening.

The inn had quieted down. We went to the better inn anyway.
 Arias was there, being very loud. He was discussing something
 with a bunch of others. He gave them a purse and left.

A bunch of people, the ones who'd been talking with Arias,
 stopped when they were leaving in order to stare at us. Then
 they left. They clearly had too much spare time at their
 hands.

We'd been asked for again. The person looking for us had been a
 robed elf, and had refused to leave a message.

We sold the pile of clothes, and purchased other clothes
 instead. We then returned to the inn.

Longfoot taught us how to read. The old man came and talked to
 us.

One of the Master's men came to talk to us. We went to a room
 in order to talk in private. The Master would've wanted us to
 Caracal, but it was a little late for that now. We told him
 about the battlemages, the map, etc.

We went to the barracks. They didn't know where the Lieutenant
 might be found. We asked around and heard the charges against
 Arias had been dropped. Some of the thieves had altered their
 story.

We went to the river. I tried going to spy on the people there,
 but it didn't go very well. I got away and reported. The
 undead went to spy on them, but it didn't go very well. We
 counted about five of them and turned to run. They gave up
 pursuit after Wiltshire Keep.

We went to the town guard to report. The guard said there were
 sword elves by the river, and there'd be a public announcement
 regarding the matter tomorrow.

We went to an inn. It was being very full, as only inns can be.
 The Master was there, and we went to talk with him. He said
 that the undead had been destroyed from the river, and trolls
 were helping rebuild the bridge. The Master wanted a full
 report about all this.

We returned to the inn. There was a spooky tale being told
 about how Grafnar's corpse had vanished.

We saw brooding battlemages. Longfoot bought them drinks and
 heard their sob story.

9.2.

We woke up. When leaving, we saw the Arias bunch. It looked
 like they were waiting for us. We walked past them, and one of
 them came to talk with us. He was Halras Mospberry, and asked
 if we were "Grumpy's group". Buran told them he was actually
 Buran, and asked if they were Arian's group, which they were
 not. They wanted to talk to us somewhere more private. We went
 to the inn, and saw the Lieutenant. They told us they had
 heard we had anti-magic stones for sale, but we told them that
 we'd already sold them. They told us to have a nice day and
 left. Their leader threw away a letter, which we recovered and
 read.

When we were leaving, the guys we talked to earlier came after
 us. They asked for our opinion of magic, to which we gave
 some very diplomatic answers. They then joined our group.

They were recruiting people to their group. They disliked magic
 due to the losses it had caused them, and were now
 reorganizing to not rely on magic so much. They had used to be
 powerful in Aleandor and Myrnur, but had now fallen low. They
 called themselves the "New Knights of the Dawn". They knew of
 a skill, magic resistance, which could help them.

Buran decided to join them.

We headed for the bridge. From far, we could see two large
 figures on both sides of the river. We saw sword elves who
 nodded at us as we passed.

We proceeded to the island. The graves seemed turned around.
 Four trolls were guarding a building there. It looked like
 most of the undead had been sailors - most of the graves had
 been left untouched.

We passed a small chapel. There were people near it, with
 clothing resembling that of the Master's minions. We were
 approached by somebody who wanted to discuss gods. He didn't
 have any pamphlets to give us, thank the aforementioned
 beings. He said Tamaol, Arxon, and Dargon were going to come
 back and smash any who opposed the gods. They wanted recruits.

They were surprised to see me, a dryad, and asked what I did
 among the others. I got to talk with them in private and told
 them everything I knew. Me and Longfoot joined them, and they
 told us of their meeting place.

We were given an escort and headed for their meeting place.
 We were told that Dargon was with them.

The meeting place had a large, barrack-like building. People
 were practicing spellcasting outside. We met Dargon there.