Stealgur Journal, Rhaan 24 998 YK. Fallen district:
Blink Dog carcass in alley this morning. Carriage tread on burst stomach. Not native to Sharn, suspect halflings, always the halflings. This city suffers a -2 penalty on fear saves against me and I am immune to its gaze attacks.
Ever since the Treaty of Thronehold banned adventurers as the cause of and solution to all of life’s problems, I have been here.
The skybridges are extended gutters draining thirty stories killing us all. If vermin were still a monster type, they’d drown The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up, and the **s and politicians and politicians who are changeling *s, and the halfling politicians who run the **s will shout, save us, and I’ll whisper, no…then I might have to speak up.
Cold rage circle closer to the lost souls. The faceless light where darkness manifest joins the bane of giants and the mender to cure the beast of storms while watched by a thousand eyes.