My Friends of Elmerton,
I wish I could write to you under better circumstances. It seems that lately I have only been the bearer of bad news and, unfortunately, there is worse news to come. However, before I get to that, I would like to say a few words in the honor of a dear friend, Osirus Mesmirum, our recently fallen towns member and hero of Irvanshire.
Osirus was born the 21st of Reminiscence in the Age of Arrival. He grew up in Port Hensworth on a large and beautiful ship with his late father, Captain Cyrus Mesmirum, and his late best friend, Tonerius Cypress Frosthill. He selflessly sacrificed his life for the good of Magesta in the town of Elmerton early in the morning on the 3rd of Boneharvest in the Age of Fortune.
Upon first meeting Osirus, I noticed immediately how, although he was mute, he never let 
this stop him from pantomiming jokes in order to keep the town’s spirits high during its often dark times. He cared deeply for those around him and only ever sought peace and comradery. Because of his inability to speak, Osirus would go on to study the school of psionics and quickly became the first Master of Psionics Elmerton has ever known. After many difficult years of struggle, he eventually gained his speech back with his first words being, “Tonerius, you’re an idiot.” Though we laughed along at the light heartedness of his comment, it was at this moment when Osirus would begin to grow into the man we remember today.
Years later, after witnessing the death of Tonerius, Osirus silently walked away and was not seen for hours. Upon his return, his fists were bloody from the rage of the loss he had felt. As time went on, I watched as Osirus would begin to turn that loss and sadness into devotion for the greater good of Magesta. He would claim there was not much left that Magesta could take from him and how he wanted to use what little he had to bring righteousness back to the world.
Helping Solun to begin the Mages Guild, helping myself with the Brotherhood and becoming a dear friend to the Incarnation of Memory are but a few accomplishments in his short life, though becoming a vampire was by far the bravest feat in my opinion. Many towns members believed his actions to be misguided and would begin to distrust Osirus, but he persevered and kept faith in the goodness of Elmerton. I am proud to tell those who did not approve of his actions, you were wrong about him. The most important thing for Osirus was for Elmerton to come together as a unified town who did not falter under petty disagreements. He strove to help us stand strong and together when times were difficult and tensions were high. Slowly Osirus grew from a young boy whose innocence charmed those around him into a man whose once muted voice shook the ground as he defended Elmerton against the monster, Amphelise.
I will always remember Osirus speaking to me of his fear of the known inevitability of his spirit ending up in the Void. His voice trembled at first but would then smile and say “I’m doing this for them,” as he motioned toward the town. He was ready to sacrifice something that he has been passionate about ever since I’ve known him: memories. He understood that becoming a vampire meant his spirit would belong to the void, and that our memories of him would slowly fade away into nothingness. Osirus selflessly gave those up for the betterment of Magesta. It was not until his final moments when he learned that he would become something even greater, a Dream Warden. Though his body may be gone, we will carry him on in our mind, in our hearts and in our spirits. On behalf of all of Elmerton, rest peacefully Osirus. You will be greatly missed.
Now sadly, there is worse news to come. I have been noticing lately that spirits from all over Magesta and the Spirit Realm have been going into and out of the Void fairly quickly. It is my belief that the Gatekeeper is behind this in order to siphon spirits into his own personal Death Dimension. I am not sure how he is doing this, but I am sure that he must have some remarkably powerful help. Be warned, Elmerton, that the Death Dimension the Gatekeeper has created is nothing like the Spirit Realm we know. If a spirit goes into it, there is no coming back. There are no breakouts, no Agents of Death to judge us, there is no peace. Trust me – the Gatekeeper is a bigger threat than we all realized. I urge you all to take caution and to look into this matter.
Do not let the sacrifice of Osirus Mesmirum be in vain. Do not let him become one of the spirits taken from the Gatekeeper, fight in his honor, fight for Elmerton, fight for Magesta.
Most importantly, look after one another.
Nevaeh Phoenix
there has desecrated the graveyard of innocence and has raised these creatures from the dead. What I found to be even more strange is that it would appear only the cats have been raised. Vicious undead cat attacks have been reported and evidence of zombie rot has been appearing on the victims of the attack. Hide your children, hide your cats because they’re attacking everybody out here.