The Truth of Death

You have all been lied to: The veil of lies is so thick over your eyes no one can see through it.
The Gatekeeper is not here to destroy or conquer. He is not here for those possessions that you believe to be so important. Coin means nothing to him; land means nothing to him; title means nothing to him.

No, those are the things you have been told your whole life to consider important. He is the truth. Those who wish to hold you down see the facts of what he is and hold those ideals and truths in contempt.

What is life without a true fear of death? A hollow and flawed life, that’s all it is. A life without the fear of true death breeds the most horrible kind of people: People who have no fear of any kind of retribution.

When the common train of thought is that no one will be truly judged, the demons of men come to life and realize they can be free to rule and free to slaughter. Free to do whatever they wish, hiding it under the guise of the greater cause.

The Gatekeeper offers something so different: The chance at a true and unsullied life. A life where all are held accountable- the way it truly should be! No deals with Fate, no backdoor ways out of your sins. Just true death. True accountability.

Those around you have said that the old way is how they have been brought up, so that’s the way it should be. This rationalization is meaningless. Their own ideas have been warped by countless years of lies that have been fed to them. They lap it up like soup given to the poor at a Ghaatmic Guild Hall.

GatekeeperUnderstand that the Gatekeeper is not the wave of the future. He is what the future should have always been. He is here for benefit of all those souls that have not bought into the lies of the deluded masses that refuse to realize that his way is the real way. The Gatekeeper is the hated future, the long hated truth that so many are scared of. He is the way it will be, the way it always should have been, the real way of the cycle of life. He is the truth and he will set all of the known worlds free, whether they accept it or not.

The truth is ready for you. Whether you are ready for it or not remains to be seen.

Brodus Masterson

Morticent of the Gatekeeper

When Darkness Walks

I have made a wonderful thing; A terribly powerful, wonderful creature. The Ashynnied, a cultish group of madmen who worship and are controlled by (from what I gleaned from them while I was imprisoned) what they call “the Darkness*,” kidnapped me and forced me to build for them. They sent their ideas and thoughts straight into my head and then controlled me to force me to build, create, and move. I had no idea what I was creating until it was finished. It took  many months, though I am unsure of exactly how time passed while I was under their control, but now it has been released into the world and provides the Ashynnied, as well as those beings they worship, access to the Shadow Realm. I have created the Dark Walker- a golem-like being simultaneously controlled from afar by three or more of the most powerful cultists known as Dreamers. It has little to no sentience of its own, and its awareness of the world around it is directly linked to that of those Dreamers. It has no free will, however, if not actively controlled, its actions and wanderings my vary according to the subconscious thoughts of any of the Dreamers attached to it, which makes it seem as though the golem is acting on its own.

This golem is a conduit between the Evernight Forest and the Shadow Realm- an enticing Dark Walkerand powerful passageway, to be sure. However, at the moment, it can only be used one-way: From the Evernight Forest into the Shadow Realm, and then again, it can only be used by marked members of the Ashynnied. This unique characteristic will not, I am sure, deter most interested parties from wanting to have the golem in their control, and already I have heard rumours and rumblings from powerful sources that want to have the Dark Walker as their own. I can only imagine what will happen should this golem end up in the wrong hands.

Though I was controlled while I built this creature, I managed to build in a failsafe that provided a means to ensure that neither the Ashynnied, nor any other single group or person, could have complete control over the Dark Walker. At this time, I am taking the names of parties interested in this information, however I will need protection from the Ashynnied who will, undoubtedly, go to many lengths to make sure that my knowledge dies with me. Contact me if you wish to know more. I wish you the best of luck,

Sardkern Scurath

-The Shadow Smith

*I was able to discern that there are three distinct forms of this Darkness, and I am convinced that they are three separate beings.

Strange Hounds Commandeered by Soldiers

If anything positive can be said about Amphelise, and I am not sure it is possible, it would be about her desire for scientific discovery.  As a fellow scholar, I would appreciate her devotion to invention, had it not been for the needlessly cruel way she went about it.   Still, her defeat left various abandoned laboratories and collections that need to be cataloged, if for no other reason than they could prove incredibly dangerous.

Whimpering first drew me to the creatures on the other side of the door.  Upon opening it, I found 3 emaciated things I can only describe as dog-like creatures.  Further exploration found that they had been kept in small cages but were released from confinement only to remain trapped in a larger facility without anyone to care for them.

The beasts were collared and tame.  While I cataloged the contents of the facility, which mostly turned out to be non-magical equipment best described as broken useless junk, the creatures stayed close responding to my every command.  I began to grow enamored with the strange creatures though I am hardly an animal lover.   They seemed unhappy despite my best attempts at proper care.  I thought maybe these pitiful creatures might be happier outdoors and I told them to go outside for a bit. I hadn’t expected them to understand but sure enough each of them vanished.  I thought I might have been going mad but each returned within the hour.

Imagine my surprise.  Not only did these creatures understand me but they were capable of instant travel.   I begin to give them more explicit orders and they were always followed to the letter.  In time I realized if there was a discovery in this facility, it was these creatures.  That is when I began to pay closer attention to the collars.

Each collar was a blend of mechanical pieces and magic.  I am by no means a master mage but I believe their main purpose was control.  Beyond that however, and much to my unease, there was a second component.  Each collar was armed with a very strong magical explosive.  It appeared that my care with the collars had paid off as the explosive was set to detonate upon tampering.  The explosive would likely obliterate the poor creatures and perhaps those nearby as well.  Worse still, the collars are unstable enough to perhaps go off if magic is cast upon or even very near them.

I packed my things.  These creatures were to be taken to those more capable than I.  I was about to leave when 12 men wearing a strange symbol (a shepherd’s crook crossed with a spear) burst into the room.  They had a strict military attitude about them though they were neither the Crown’s men nor those upstart DoD.  They proceeded to rob me of my materials, albeit in a very polite manner.  They took most of the junk.  One of the soldiers grabbed the creatures and looked them over.  He ordered them sent to the Houndsman.  A braver man would have told the creatures to flee.   With a few swords pointed at me, and the hope that my life may not yet be forfeit, I held my tongue.

If you come across those poor creatures, please do what I could not.  But please MIND THE COLLARS.