The Filthy Ratonga

Dear Journal,

It is Brewday, Warmstill 6 of the year 3734. Kirsteh is the vilest vermin in East Freeport. How long must I endure her taunts and condescending attitude? If it were not for the promise of grand new garments, I would sooner skewer her and roast her over an open flame to the delight of Szadiss, the lizard. I am no one's errand boy but that is the role I must accept if I am to gain a new robe. Perhaps this one will have great enchantments that will push my power to even loftier heights. A reckoning will come, I swear.

The Fallen Gate calls and mysteriously the lizard is nowhere to be found. No matter, the filthy dark elf, Ischade, and her twin, Genvissa, returned with me to that dank hole in an attempt to complete Kirsteh's task. Secret research notes were lost somewhere within the Gate. It is certain that no Gnome owned these documents for they surely would've been given the utmost care and kept in the safest of places. As we approached the Pool of Percilia, a wail pierced the gloom and our skulls. We were under attack! The apparitions made short work of my uneasy allies as they fell quickly. Naturally, I was the last one standing. As I rained stone after stone down upon their ethereal bodies, flung arcs of electric energy, and hurled bolts of pure disease, my life was claimed or so it would seem. I awoke just outside the gate dazed, confused, and seeking vengeance. I summoned my undead companion and gathered all my might as I plunged back into the murky depths of the Fallen Gate to rejoin the dark twins. Alas, vengeance would not be mine... at least not this day. The apparitions that had beseiged us had vanished into the ether. Vengeance can wait.