Terrdi, day 64 of Spring, 582

Although the University of Puddleby campus has been open for around fifteen years now, I still think of it as a recent addition. Relatively speaking at least, it certainly is, particularly when one compares it with Puddleby’s much older institutions, such as the Fighter, Healer and Mystic Guilds.

The University of Puddleby Campus in the East Forest.

When the first wave of exiles arrived on Puddleby’s shores, higher education was not a priority – it was all about Lok’Groton’s newest inhabitants’ most basic needs: survival. I myself was not exiled until somewhat later, but I have heard and read much about those days. The exiles took up whatever weapons they could find and studied them to save themselves and their new home from annihilation. Those less interested in fighting directly became Puddleby’s first healers and learned the ways of the moonstones. After the exiles were able to defend the town from immediate destruction, focus turned to erecting buildings to house establishments to fulfil other needs. Thus, the Purple Tor Inn was established, even prior to the Mystic Guild.

Inside the Purple Tor Inn, one of Puddleby's oldest establishments. Gumdar rents rooms by the hour at extremely reasonable rates.

This was a busy time in the town’s development. Over the next few years, both before and after the Ripture War, many buildings were constructed to satisfy the population’s craving for all things new, but none of these included a university. The University of Puddleby began in the year 555 as an endeavour of Harper, Maeght, Connie Crete, and Paranoidos, with classes being run out of the Puddleby Hollows. At this stage, I taught a class on accuracy boosting, a speciality of mine. In these early days of the University’s inception, it proved to be quite a success, which ultimately led to the construction of purpose-made campus in the East Forest. But despite the existence of a large, dedicated building, interest in the University waned, leaving lecture rooms that have gone years without a single class having been held inside.

All is quiet in this classroom. A thin layer of dust covers the desks.

I was pondering this today while I was wandering the East Forest alone, when, uneventfully, I came upon a non-ethereal log. There has been an expansion underway in the University for what seems like its entire existence, but due to its neglected status has never been completed. Until now. As fate would have it, the log I barely managed to pry from the ground was the last needed for the project.

Who will grant the University its permits for the expansion?

Once the permits are approved, will there be a renewed interest in the University as an institution? I cannot help but feel doubtful. The University campus is a warren of nooks and crannies, with it being far too new to be haunted. Yet if it is to remain abandoned much longer, I fear there is nothing stopping it becoming a home to some unfriendly creatures. Time will tell what will become of this place and whether it will ever live up to its potential.

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Lugubrion’s Keep

Gradi, day 90 of Winter, 582

I have long admired the time-honoured art and tradition of foot-grabbing. Sadly, however, I have yet much to learn. Super Chicken was impatiently instructing some of us in town how it should be done, when it was decided a short expedition to Lugubrion’s Keep should be made.

Super Chicken decides these foot-grab newlings are a lost cause.

The gardens and grounds of Lugubrion’s Keep are a favourite haunt of mine. They are beautiful and peaceful, whilst being somehow mysterious. Only Thooms are ever truly welcome there, but one need not been seen by Lugubrion’s staff.

Inside the entrance of the grounds of Lugubrion's Keep.

Our small group quickly made its way to the Mountain Glen, where we entered through some trees which are not really trees. Of all the illusions in the Lok’Groton, this is perhaps the most complex. Lugubrion or one of his servants must have incredible powers.

As with all Lugubrion's staff, less than warm welcomes are dealt out to those who are not Thoomish.

As this was just a short trip, our primary interest was in having a look in the areas which we were more expressly forbidden to enter.

Super Chicken in all his rabid glory, handily dispatches some Watery Guardians*. Azel helps too.

After Azel and Super Chicken cleared away the elemental guards, we checked some of the nearby rooms for any evidence of unusual activity. By this point, of course, the warrior Mujin-kun urgently required Azel’s presence at some undisclosed location, meaning it was time for us to go.

Lugubrion's Conference Room. Where are you, Lugubrion?

Lugubrion rarely interacts with exiles, and as such, I was hardly expecting him to make an appearance. But as his keep, and particularly, his extensive library suggests, he has much knowledge that could be both useful and fascinating to the Puddlebean community. What could be offered to interest him into sharing some of what he knows?

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Ma’ta Salazar

Merdi, day 78 of Winter, 582

In the dark of the night, shortly before midnight struck on Merdi, the seventy-eighth day of Winter of the year 582, Salazar graduated to the rank of full Mystic.

Puddleby's newest full Mystic enters town, looking decidedly subdued.

As seems to be tradition, a party was held in town centre to celebrate the occasion. Trymon, Lov’sya and Asenath kindly provided beer. Lots (and lots) of beer.

Salazar enjoys a quiet drink or two.

Congratulations, Salazar!

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Geharza Plane on the Full Moon

Soldi, day 74 of Winter, 582

A small yet influential group known as Purple Haze led an expedition to the Geharza Plane. I am by no means an expert on any of the alternate planes of existence, be it purgatory, the ethereal plane or any other. But I am always keen to learn a few things, should the opportunity present itself.

Purple Haze and their unruly minions gather on the Ethereal Plane.

Reaching the Geharza Plane involves first trekking through the vast expanses of the Ethereal Plane to the Ethereal Tower. This is not to say that the Geharza Plane is a plane “deeper” than the Ethereal Plane, although of course it could very well be. As I understand it, the Ethereal Plane has merely become a necessary pathway for exiles, as some of the ‘Brions have not made their Keeps accessible in any other way.

Trymon and Ansset brave the cold, waiting for the time to enter the forbidden portal.

With members of the expedition deposited in every crystal room of the ‘Brion brothers’ keeps via the Ethereal Tower, portals to the Geharza Plane began to materialise. Unfortunately, one or two of the portals appeared on top of some exiles’ heads, thus delaying entry while rescues were mounted and as reinforcements arrived via Melabrion’s Keep.

The Geharza Plane. Garr casually fends off some inhabitants of the area.

I had only been to the Geharza Plane once before; many years ago, as it was first discovered by exiles. Although I was hoping to discover something new, the place remains as great a mystery as ever. The plane is bleak, yet not totally dark. There are glimmers of light everywhere, forever distant. One need only wander a few metres before seeming to back exactly where one started. There is a portal that moves briskly through the plane, but I cannot help but feel it is an artificial construction here. It seems certain that the ‘Brions were responsible for it. But then again, one must question: is the Geharza Plane a naturally occurring plane of existence, or one created by beings of power, such as the ‘Brions, for some unknown purpose?

The expedition exits via Portal Island ready to fight another day.

After a short stay on this mysterious plane, Purple Haze and company returned home in what could be considered an orderly and safe fashion. If nothing else, perhaps the group has come out with a renewed interest and desire to learn more.

As it happened, it was that time of the zodiac once again: the full Moon. Whenever possible, I believe it necessary to utilise this opportunity to strike the Orga at the heart of their camp take what is, if not rightfully, perhaps deserving, ours. That is to say, the strange looking stone. The Orga must pay reparations in some form, my friends!

However, it being still a while before noon, I took the time to travel to Gungla Island with Fyr’hiel, who was seeking to make himself some new arrows.

Apparently so!

As Gaia would have it, soon enough I had a powerful group to assist me in raiding the Orga Camps.

The team in action. Chckyurplse Jr is hiding somewhere northwest.

Having started a little later than usual, the Magician had already materialised before we had reached the fourth Camp. As such, the lightning was heavy, but with Lorikeet absorbing massive amounts of damage, along with the ample healing skills of Xenos, WormTongue, Mordus and Osayin, the lightning spells cast by the Orga Warlocks were easily dispatched.

Largo heroically vanquishes the fearsome Orga Magician.

With no need to wait until noon, as it was already quite near 13:00, we charged into the pit. Our brave team of fighters led (and sometimes followed). They included President Largo, Downyfoot, Chckyurplse Jr, Maeght, and Leyenda, with the Journeying Mystic Trymon guarding the rear. Once the Orga Magician was dead, I was successfully able to enter the grove and secure a stone.
Many thanks to all involved!

Success! WormTongue takes the opportunity to hawk his wares.

What I constantly find puzzling, is that the Orga, despite having better defences and guards at their disposal, do not defend their Magicians and strange stones better. I realise that these stones are incredibly fragile, and can break at any moment, even with vast amounts of training. Perhaps their value to the Orga is in fact quite limited. Or do the Orga not have numbers to spare?

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A New Page

Fordi, day 72 of Winter, 582

In the thirty-three years I have been exiled, I have always found it fascinating to read others’ scrolls detailing their lives and experiences in the Lok’Groton. It has been a way to experience things with new eyes and to see things from different perspectives. But despite my enjoyment in reading the scrolls of others, I never thought it necessary to create any of my own. But after my good friend Lundar created a space for me on his own shelves without even asking, I decided I might as well put them to use. Thanks, Lundar!

Lundar with a mildly surprised expression on his face. He was clearly not expecting to be a part of a sketch.

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