By the Light! What has been done! My lord warned that trouble was on the horizon, and his words proved only too true. The King and their nobles have gone, the fabric of the world is torn asunder by fire and ice. The very mountains wake and walk from their slumber of ages. My gifts in healing and the Arts which were preserved from sanctioned destruction years ago have begun to fail, and my lord is no where to be found with the answers for his actions.

I did as was asked of so many of his friends, though no explanation was given, may I be forgiven. I have been responsible for the kidnapping of the heirs of three noble lines and their delivery into the keeping of my master’s liegemen. They are far too skilled in the ways of woodland travel for me to follow, and I have only their words that the will of my lord bends to preservation and not destruction. I fear that I was mislead, for now when we need the leadership of heirs most all of them seem gone.

The Council of the Isle occurred more than six months gone, and not one who was there is confirmed to have been seen again. They say that the whole island is gone, replaced with a swirling sea of molten fire and light. Some great disaster happened, whether planned or not. The reports from soldiers on the shore say that on that night the very sky burned and the heavens were ripped open by a darkness beyond night. They say they fought side by side with their former enemies against creatures out of night and chaos, and the dead rose in great numbers against them. When dawn came again after a night three times the length of any known, the isle was gone.

After that the changes began. The very fabric of reality seems to have shifted, and if my theories are correct, the ancient prophesy is fulfilled. Seven Sevens of Darkest Days saw the breaking of the Seven Bowls with the Seven Dark Blades. He who is known as Shri’Illi’Aingun reached for freedom. I can only theorize that since we are here, alive, he was in some way thwarted, but in so doing the very elemental nature of the world which has served us for eleven thousand years has been shifted….

All guesswork. What happens now is beyond me. I will continue my search for my lord’s lands, though I could swear they were around here….

      Martin Havi Scribner
      Seventh Rank in the Forgotten House
      Second Third-day? Weaver’s Month,
      One Thousand and Fifty Post Essence Wars?