"Hello friends.. Is Egar here to make for you public announcement of services. No no. Not Egar giving you services. Egar is let you know about thing so that you know about it. Ok? Yes. Is good." "Ok. Now we just have Feast of Winter where King Foster got his crown of alcohol and attractive womans. .. Wait.. what you mean crown is made of gold? That not good crown. Egar idea is much better. More fun. You are no fun. Silly no fun people." "Anyway, to get back to Egar's point.. At Feast of Winter Egar beat up many opponents when out looking for bad heart thing. Not remember too much after find bad heart thing.. but do know that only people who were able actually hurt Egar were Kenku." "Kenku not use strong barbarian way of hurt either. They hurt like little sneaky sneak mcsneaker thief. Egar was being so nice. Very nice. So nice Egar was not even stabbing them in face.. And first Trinket bash Egars leg FOR NO REASON." "Egar serious. Egar just standing there minding own business and SMASH! OW! Oh no Egar's leg! Good thing Egar is tough mans because that hurt Egar." "Then later Bauble had bad heart and Egar was trying to take with reasoning to Bauble who Egar thought was Egar friend.. but no. Bauble stab Egar in belly. That hurt too. Hope Bauble's knife didn't break too bad against Egar's nigh invulnerable flesh." "So moral of story is.. Kenku are big danger. Proceed with cautions." "This has been Egar with Announcement of Public Services. Thank you and goodnight."
These latest events have had me wondering how the natives of this world manage without going mad. Demons, wererats, civil war.....its enough to drive a man to drink. This guild I've found myself a part of is being attacked on all sides. We received a formal notice from Kay, the king's advisor and the most incompetent sorcerer I've ever met, that The Order has declared war with us. Why? I don't know, and frankly I don't care to know. The others like me generally stayed as far from politics as possible, but now I'm caught in the middle of it, and it makes me feel like a downer caught in a trap. On top of that, word has reached us that White Raven, a brash bunch of islanders that remind me so much of the people of Skellige, have all but declared us guilty by association of crimes committed to them by people allied with us. I'm hoping they're more interested in negotiation than The Order. Their jarl, Umarth, seems to be an honorable sort. Perhaps he'll be willing to lend an ear. And if that weren't enough, a new demon has reared her ugly head. Azreoneus, a demon of greed, made her presence known with a traveling bazaar that proved to be no more than demons masquerading as humans, cursing the people with insatiable greed. They had tricked a colony of wererats into serving them, though we narrowly managed to free them. Sadly, their queen was slain and the demon escaped, but we did learn much about the demons, including ways to combat them. The situation with The Order worries me the most. Their leader Grimbol is a man driven purely by the desire for power, which makes him especially dangerous. He knows how to push Garon's buttons, and that has me worried that Garon will do something rash. But it's not my place. For now, I must focus on the research I'm conducting. Here's hoping there can be a resolution that doesn't include needless bloodshed.