Chronicle of the Demise of Dal-Ebos

*The Chronicle of the Demise of Dal-Ebos* is an ancient log kept by Prince Blaine Belaroth of Valden, detailing the quest to defeat Dal-Ebos, breaking the crown, and separating the Stones of Power. Translated by Banruse.

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*Year 53 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 15th of Harvest*

Dal-Ebos’ reign has killed many innocents; his subjugation of the free folk of Valden must end. For this, I, Prince Blain Belaroth, have called to the corners of the land for the greatest warriors, magicians, and even sneakthieves to make a spearpoint that will reach deep into the Tyrants castle and take out Dal-Ebos directly. My armies, and the armies of my allies, wane while the forces dominated by Dal-Ebos grow. We do not have much time.

*Year 53 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 29th of Harvest*

Several have arrived, answering my plea. I am sure that more may be coming, but we cannot wait any longer. My father, King Darrian Belaroth, has fallen to Dal-Ebos’ foul magics. We have him safely imprisoned, but his mind has been ensnared and now only serves his enemy. I can only hope that defeating Dal-Ebos can free him.

My band consists now of myself, **Dunkel the Furious** of the northeast, **Garliah the Red**, born of flame, **Mantle the Dark** of Newport, and **Fells the Blinding Hand of Pelor** from the Southern Isles. Together we will kill Dal-Ebos and save our lands and our people.

*Year 53 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 34th of Harvest*

We have done it. Dal-Ebos is dead. But this victory is not yet complete. We have freed the lands from the domination over their minds, but the Crown remains. We learned that although it no longer asserts itself on them, its former subjects are still bound to it. If we destroy it they will die, and we cannot bring even more death into the land, including my father. However, I know we cannot keep this crown. I can feel it in my mind, gnawing at my fears and hopes, promising me the strength to protect my people. It wears at me, and we must do something before it takes hold.

Year 54 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 1st of Winter

Garliah and Fells have come up with a plan, the best we may have. The propose that we disassemble the crown, and they assure me that this won’t affect those bound to it, and scatter them across the land in secret. They will enchant the pieces so that they cannot be destroyed when separate, so that accidental harm doesn’t kill thousands. But when generations pass, and the crown loses all bonds with living souls, then the crown can be reassembled and destroyed. This chronicle can be one guide to those who have this goal.

Year 54 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 18th of Winter

Each of our party has taken a piece of the Crown, and we plan to return to our lands and secret them away. I have taken the Stone of Judgement, Garliah, the Stone of Power, Dunkel, the Stone of Glory, Mantle, the Stone of Shadow, and Fells the Golden Circlet. Our time together was brief and difficult, but I regard these people as heroes and friends. It saddens me to see them
depart, though I am sure we will see each other again.

Year 54 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 13th of Summer

Although the Stone of Judgement is weaker than the whole of the Crown, it still allows me some helpful support. I keep it safe, and will pass it along to my firstborn as part of the royal heirloom. I heard from Fells that he buried the Circlet along with the body deep in the Swordpoint Badlands, but them was approached by some ancient monastery, and transported them there. I have decided that once this chronicle is complete, I will stash it within this original tomb, so that the monks will know where it is without knowing of its existence.

Year 82 of the Century of the Fruitbat, 1st of Harvest

I am close to the end of my life. I cannot delay hiding this chronicle any longer. The Stone urges me not to. It says that the deserving will know how to find and re-form the crown, but I know that this must be done. I have heard nothing from Garliah, or Dunkel, but I heard that Mantle cast the Stone of Shadow into the Abyss of Cal-Durad, the fool. I no longer remember why this tome holds such importance to me, but I do know I can be a stubborn bastard at times. The Stone seems to resent that of me. I hope I know what I am doing. I hope there are not any traps in this tomb Fells made.