Journey once again to the Silver Spire...

Wonder of wonders. Rumors abound in the Green City, and several came unto mine ears, and that of mine apprentice Max. Much of the talk is that of the strange weathers that have plagued us of late; notably the deluge of rain sent from the heavens which threaten the city to drown.
 
Max purchased from an unfortunate soul a journal, which traced a southerly route hence unknown to the Silver Spire and Vex, whom many a traveler claims to be no more. The same unfortunate also spoke of rumors of a great lady who had swallowed the Moon. Myself have heard rumors of one who wears the beings of three gods about her neck. Aside from these similarities, the claims are of the south. Tonight we gathered in The Inn, and the decision to investigate was made. Communion was made just after, and prayers for the rains to cease were raised. We shall venture forth tomorrow.
 
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We left at daybreak with a belly full of boiled eggs and broth. Max accompanied me with her newly-acquired tome. Since Morgan's retreat to his tower stronghold, there have been several changes to the party that first found themselves exiled to these parts; Lucius, a Paladin of Life's Tree; Erian, a spellslinger who seeks to earn his keep in the apprehension of those that flee; Nova and her beast Pelt, ranger of the unknown mists; Cinderclaw, the beast whose trust from me he has not earned; Jack, who cuts the purse; and Saeros of the Many Forms.
 
My prayers have been heard and the rains ceased today, yet in the distance, the clouds swirl. I fear they will return soon with vengence. The paths we followed were sodden and passage hard. Our first camp was away to the south and west
 
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Strange goings on. Upon our venture south we encountered what the elves among us believe to be a burial ground for their kind, with the words of their sending-off calling forth a garden borne of elven blood. Strange people - we Dwarves are of stone, so therefore return to stone at our passing, thus say The Pantheon. A black beast unknown to me and found not in Max's journals were cleansing the bones. Elias believes Necromancy to be at work. Hopefully we will see not. The elvenkind called it blasphemy. There truth is one is the heresy of another, so I know not.
 
It was Elias who beckoned us to leave the grove where the elven dead lay, yet this mystery of two races of elves resting together in such numbers cause me unrest. Was it war? Is this a battleground? I digress. It was he that first noticed that our food had gone rancid far sooner than nature dictates. His wands also have reacted poorly to whatever arcane air has fouled this lovely (and sheltered place). It would seem our path lay in the direction of the Shivering Keep, since the storm has made our planned route impossible to take.
 
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We have encountered Lycanthropy. A lost soul we found, burned and tattered. The forces that bring forth the wolf have seared his skin, and his words were thus: "The Moon has never burned me, yet now it is so." I believe this meeting is fortuitous, for I believe it points towards that which we must devine. It is clear, as should have been obvious, that Cinderclaw gets along with no one, including those with whom he travels.
 
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Several days have passed. Necromancy we encountered, and a terrible price was paid by Jack, for some magicks have changed his form to flame. I shall seek a remedy to this curse. One talisman of Jack's is a door to his vaults. All but Nova entered therein to seek refuge from the rains, and Elias was attacked by a group of three. One was dispatched this life, while two we detained.
 
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I write from the Shivering Keep. One of our captives is called The Dent. Only Lucius can speak his tongue, but he seems to be of a culture that values learning yet he knows not any language that I can cipher. He speaks of a Nameless Queen that has cast some sorcery on the moon, which I believe accounts for the rumors common now. This, I believe, will be the quest which Tyr has ordained forthwith.