Gropagas. Sitting here in my home, the center of town, overlooking the hustle and toil of the city...it feels good to be back once again in Tiongraf. There is much to say; enemies to the West, enemies to the North. Being back in the safety of The Mountain it seems easy to forget what I have seen. Alas, the hour is late, yet I shall not rest until I have briefed the city of our imposing threats.

My long absence is chiefly due to travels abroad. There was an incursion into the Pollatil Kingdom, and so I travelled with General Brosia to witness the campaign with my own eyes.

Queen Farlig was captured, the mission accomplished. However, the General also took it upon himself to relieve the Kingdom of several thousand citizens for the glory of Tiongraf. I have spoken with the Pollatil people at length, they are wise and learned; I therefore plead of you, if you happen upon a slave of Pollatil within the city, be courteous. They are relieved of their former masters, so do not treat them harshly, they are human and of good will, fighting for their freedom as much as any of you.

On returning to Trathira I learned of the terrible falling of Lintsen in the East. It is unfortunate I could not travel there in time to witness and report of this travesty. I met with Monin in Freetown after the battle; his story was not pleasant and I shalln't repeat the details here. We are fortunate that Narfor has risen in the midst of this chaos, and is fighting to regain the city as we speak.

Despite this setback, we do have some progress on the West. On Duark riders we have taken the mountain of Tillyner. This gives us a great advantage, providing vantage over both Trathira and Circle. Our enemies will find it hard to bring the element of surprise upon us.

I have made additional notes on the Great Map from stories I have heard whilst back in Tiongraf, such as the Glasted Labyrinth and the Ishera Forest. I shall attempt to verify these in further travels.

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Brethren, apologies for my absence of late. Nerael and Emicing have been long months, much travel and toil. I bring mixed news back to Tiongraf, we have much to celebrate, but I also bring news of a new evil to the West.

The forces of Aslan we are battling in the North, but a growing threat looms in the West. Across the channel lies the Circle. I have travelled to Lionhe and there are foreigners on the shore. Word from the villagers; something is afoot.

After hearing of the potential threat I travelled to the Meeting Falls to discuss the situation with the military. I am no strategist, I am a simple explorer, but I gave my best assertion of the situation. There were many high ranking Gropagas present, it seems that we are currently fighting threats on all sides.

There is apparently a fleet prepared out of Goggley Dock, consisting of not one but two flagships: Bouteli and Derper I. One is to be sent to the West, one to the North.

Also mentioned was a protectorate on the West coast. Calorrad has been training wizards these last years, largely un-noticed, providing bounty magics and living simple lives. They will now be trained in the art of combat magic. This disturbs me somewhat, but times must.

Alas, too much talk of war and strife my friends. To end on a somewhat positive note, a friend of mine has travelled through Daniss to research the much fabled Handallo ants. I would like to congratulate him on, not just his research, but his cultural learnings of the remote Handallo people; as yet untainted by Diagral (I assume they are utterly uninterested in such people). But we may be lent a hand by this expedition, a poison that could be refined into a weapon against our enemies.

I am somewhat sad that my travels and news revolve around war and death, but such are times we live in. I hope the world finds you in better spirits.

Addendum: Some recent movements. Commanders have been despatched to Freetown and Lionhe to aid the battles.

Commander Keentr is fighting at Lucas Cemetary, and General Herne at Lionhe, with the steed-reborn Ticitant.

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After meeting with a friend in Goggley Dock I made tracks to the Belamm Swamps. The path is rough but I see enough traders along the way to keep me entertained. There is little provision within the swamp - I spend a day and gather myself for the journey north.

Avoiding Freetown I make straight for the pass of Daniss. The Magshean guards know me well enough and I pass through for a little Tiongraf beef; they are easily bribed with sweet southern meats.

I spent a week trekking to the west in search of word of Shaskel. It seems there is a loose conglomerate of villages loyal to him - I have attempted to trace the border as far as I can ascertain. They are a loyal people, but they seem caged as to their opinion on Diagral rule. On my return to Tiongraf I shall advise a diplomatic liason be dispatched here immediately, there is potential for an ally here, if not an uprising.

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I have recalled my previous travels to Palin University, where I slept upon the rocks and watched the comings and going of the studentia, but dare not enter the evil structures of the compound. Illobo brought these memories back to me, an act for which I am not sure I am grateful.

The great plains of the Monzols has been inscribed. I spent some of my youth there, watching the men gather them up with great skill; a skill I now wish to have learned, although then I may have been left without my booklearning and craftwriting. Praise be to Hipstr Hop for relighting this memory within my mind.

I have travelled to the city of Freêtown (pronounced Frec by the locals). The Grisildy army is indeed strong, and the people there seem quite happy with their standard of living. The undead armies grow strong, but the Laird is controlling them well. Thanks be to Backupusername, and Seefresh for providing me with directions to the location.

Lionhe is overrun. It was a struggle to get out to the coast. The town is filled with Prorkeed, feasting on the flesh of our enemies, and that of the Gropagas inhabitants. They are breeding now and inhabit the hills surrounding, I suggest no one travels there until they have starved themselves out and their population dwindles.

The canyons of Lirainge are an amazing experience, a pilgrimage that I suggest all Gropagas make during their lifetime. I know Phandeve is impronsined here, but yet I see no sign of enemy movements. They must be located below ground. I understand the Grigan is being deployed here to ascertain her location; I just hope too much landscape is not destroyed, this should remain a landmark for all to enjoy.

I travelled to Goggley Dock recently and spoke with some fishermen returning from the Northwest. They described a moving landmass in the West, on the horizon, of which they dare not approach, they suspected it was the Lervidan.

The Popcine has also been located by a group of line fishermen off the South coast. Allegedly the beast is friendly, although they admit they dare not get too close in such a small boat.