Excerpt of the journal of Calldiar [Partial Recap of 2/28/09]

[Editor's Note: The entire Journal has been translated from Halfling into Common, for your convenience.]

Day I
It began with a simple counterhit-the Hand [Opposing Thieves' Guild] wanted a couple 'o godcasters dead (some elf tree-hugger and a dwarf), and we want the Hand to suffer, so I got put up to stop it-called up my friend Wind Rider [Translated from Elven], and hired a guild-sanctioned musicmage, one 'o them bards, and we set out to stop it. We got there, hiding out on a building, waiting for the right moment to strike. One man looked around kinda anxiously, I figure he musta' been new, he couldn't of been older than 16, just from his eyes, and the other guy, obviously, a vet, knifed the dwarf. I bet he enjoyed the bolt I lodged into his jugular. Wind Rider fired his longbow, but missed like an amature, shootin' straight in the air. The Elf unsheathed her scimitar and banged it in the kid's armor, no finesse or skill at all. I took another shot and dropped the kid. I kinda felt bad, killin' a youngling, after all, but he shouldn't of joined The Hand.

We took the dwarf to a temple, the priest healed 'im, but needed some help cleaning up his basement. We agreed, and went downstairs.
It was dark, and none of us bothered to bring a lantern, so we stood around for a few. Then Wind Rider took a hard hit to his ribs, and we found it was an imp. We killed that Spawn of Satan, and I took its skull for a helmet. Serve as a message to the others, see?
We killed a couple more imps, and found a few silver weapons (a spear and dagger).

Then the real fun began.
We went down a flight of stairs, coming to two portals, a gem and an Arcane Symbol. One Portal lead to a pit of Fire, linked to the 9 Rings themselves. The other emanated ice.
Demons were comin'. Big ones. The kind you hear about in stories. We tried to close the portals, but fear overcame our heroism, and we ran.
The Priest told us to take the news to the the Council of the Gods.