The Journal of Iden Bloodinked
[The journal itself has been nearly destroyed by fire, and the wear and aging of the past 20 years have
only further deteriorated its condition.
What is below is what was able to be salvaged by Glloyd
Ancientborn the Round]
749, Slate
…parents were killed by goblins when I was young, which fostered a hatred of those beasts in my heart
ever since. I was adopted by dwarves, and they told me stories of how the goblins had destroyed their
once great civilization. I felt at home with them, even though as a human I was still an outsider.
Nonetheless, they made me feel like part of their culture, and raised me with a wariness of goblins. I
think of my birth family and my adopted family every time we raid a goblin camp. Today was a good
haul, found an iron short sword that is of sturdy quality. It served me well in a raid on a town. A good day.
[the next few pages appear to be missing]
After raiding some of the small towns around Incenseorder, we returned to stash our goods in
Peekedstill. My recruits have taken to calling me lord, a title I’ve grown fond of. Iden Bloodinked, the
bandit lord. It has a certain ring to it.
I don’t feel bad killing some of the humans in these towns. Even though this land is still allegedly ruled
by humans, the cities are full of goblin filth, and goblins have infiltrated many of the leadership
positions.
Goblins even control the town of Incenseorder. The people there chafe under the harsh rule of the demon lord Pis, but my attempts to lead them against him have failed. His power is too strong. We are heading back towards Incenseorder to give it another try, hopefully we will be successful...
[a large portion of the journal after this is unreadable]
…moved to the north. … Large areas here controlled by goblins. We’ve come here in the hope that it
might be possible to reclaim these northern cities for dwarvenkind, and of course to find some good
spoils in the process. We can build a new dwarven kingdom here, as a bulwark against the goblin lands
of the Most Sin to the south. In the distant past, many here once swore fealty to dwarven warlords, but
now the cities lie in ruins, populated by goblin filth and the humans and elves they have subjugated. We
will change all of that…
…eekedstill was a good base, but we still need to establish a foothold up here. Tomorrow we move on
Lipbraided. It will be our new capital in this area.
13th Felsite
The attack on Lipbraided was a success. We slaughtered the goblins in the citadel, and anyone left was
forced to swear fealty to me as their lord. We made off with a good haul of loot too, including an
extremely ornate silver sword.
[the next few pages are burnt badly and are illegible]
…remnants of the necromancer armies. Hands of Planegifts they call them. They are easily dealt with, but they are found all over the place
here, and in larger numbers, they can prove dangerous. We lost Duli to a group of them earlier today.
Felsite ??
Escu died today. Killed by one of the many demonic creatures that dot the landscape up here. The group
that I had marched north with have all died in our war on the goblins. I press on alone.
Hematite ??
My war on the goblins continues. We have conquered villages all across the northern realms, and they
have been forced swear their fealty to me. However, I’ve decided to head south again, to try to recruit
some more brave dwarves to join me in my conquest. I will stop at the fortress of Emeraldcrown, before
heading further south to the hillocks near where I was raised.
…attacked by one of the same creatures that killed Escu. I managed to kill it, but I lost my leg in the
process
I managed to fashion myself a crutch, it’s slow going, but I’m learning to fight while moving with it. I was
attacked by some goblins today while crossing a river, and managed to defeat them, so I can still hold
my own.
…
I think my leg has become infected, I’ve been growing delirious. My hatred for the goblins still persists
however, and I will press on in my fight. I must gather up another army and push north again. The
leadership of the Nations of Honoring, the human realm that still claims to rule in the north, has been
entirely supplanted by goblins. Even their lawgiver is a goblin. I will hunt them down and kill them all in
the name of the Walled Dye.
…
Stopping at Emeraldcrown, I stole Galleyhazey, the crown Emeraldcrown is built around. Is it really
stealing if I am the lord of the dwarves? After all, it is my destiny. I am Iden Bloodinked, lord of the
Walled Dye, King of the Northern Realms. My enemies have begun calling me “The Mire of Cities”. I will
show them what they fear. We return to the north, for the last time.
[the remainder of the journal is severely damaged, I have included what pieces I could salvage below]
Malachite [?]
I slaughtered them all and bathed in their blood. They ran into the pits and I followed. I bashed their
heads in with my crutch and watched them die slowly. Justice has been dealt here today.
--
Arrived at Drillshine, the town where the leadership of the Nations of Honoring resides. Tomorrow, I will
strike.
--
Moving back towards Peekedstill. The Most Sin still rules at Incenseorder, where my rebellion failed
many months ago. I will have my victory this time against the Demon lord Pis and his goblin followers.
[The journal ends here. Iden allegedly did kill Pis, although what happened to Iden afterwards remains a mystery]
9th of Malachite, 749
With one final blow, Pis Meadowshafts collapsed to the ground, dead. Iden collapsed into the nearby throne. He had done it, he was finally in control of Incenseorder. The Most Sin had been pushed out of this part of the world, and he was king.
Iden tried to get up, but his strength had left him. Smoke filled the air inside the keep, and he had trouble breathing. A small rest wouldn't hurt, right? After all, he was the king...