Thief Documents

Thief documents

My co-conspirator:

Our plan seems to have had no unfortunate consequences. You were concerned

that some incriminating evidence was dropped by your assassin at the scene.

If so it was not found, still, it was foolish to place the key on a

key-ring with my emblem on it. I am a novice at such conspiracies, I

confess, but no one has implicated me in the murder. With both Hagen and

Truart out of the picture, you can expect little trouble from the City

Watch from now on. However, we both know that there are far more sinister

forces at work in the city. On that note, you mentioned once that you had

one last place to retreat to where the Mechanists could never find you. If

that is true, I urge you to go there now, since in light of recent events

they will waste no time or effort trying to discover your current location.

I hope this warning does not reach you too late.

Steadfastly yours, Lt M.

To the person or persons whom I hope will have an interest:

How does one begin? I am in a position to be of service to you and your

cause, to save lives. But even as I write this I doubt you will trust me.

Why would a high ranking member of the City Watch help Pagans? But I tell

you it is true. I have helped you already, though you may not know it.

Twice I have spied your agents in the city streets, and twice I looked

the other way. Yes, I have helped and at great risk to myself too, for

what if this letter were to be intercepted? Or if one day I were to look

away when I see a Pagan, and find myself face to face with my superior? A

superior who has given express orders to destroy any Pagans I find!

Question your agents, and you’ll see they will verify the truth of my

statements. Then, if you trust me, contact me.

This is the only correspondence I will send so brazenly. From now on

we must decide on a system for contacting each other.

With complete sincerity,

Lt. Mosley, City Watch
My new friend!

I was very pleased to receive your answer so quickly. I will now outline

for you my plan for how we will correspond with each other in the future.

Firstly, contact will be made only after a signal. Each day, check to see

which plant I have in my office window, if it is the peony, then you know

I have a message to give you.

Then at midnight, I’ll drop my message off in the alley we agreed upon

earlier. Please make sure an agent picks it up promptly as I cannot risk

anyone else seeing these letters.

If you need to contact me, then leave a sage branch outside my door in the

morning, and I will pick up your message at noon – in the same alley.

Do not deviate from this system. I will assume anyone who contacts me in

your name outside of these rules is a spy or traitor to our conspiracy,

and will have him or her killed.

Similarly, any person who claims to be sent by me, or any message you

recieve from me sent in a different manner – assume to be false, and, of

course, our secret associations discovered by a third party. I shudder

at the thought.

Yours sincerely,

Lt. Mosley

My secret correspondent:

I have found out something new. All this time I thought Sheriff Truart,

possibly out of some misguided sense of duty, was acting alone against your

people, but that is sadly untrue.

As is his fashion – Truart was hired! Yes, and by the Mechanists! He has met

with Karras, their leader, several times, and from those meetings came the

order to systematically eradicate all Pagans.

Oh, and they’re so clever! You are now officially ’potential obstacles to

the greater good’ who ‘must be eliminated’!

You and others too, including a poor soul named Garrett whom they pursue

mercilessly. Why Karras has targeted him, I have yet to discover, but as

of this letter, he remains at large.

The others were unfortunately not so lucky as you and this Garrett seem to

be. I fear your peril is too great! Truart can be handled, but Karras and

his Mechanists – stay away from them!

I trust you are taking every possible precaution.

My thoughts are with you.

I remain,

Lt. M.

My secret correspondent:

I have found out something new. All this time I thought Sheriff Truart,

possibly out of some misguided sense of duty, was acting alone against your

people, but that is sadly untrue.

As is his fashion – Truart was hired! Yes, and by the Mechanists! He has met

with Karras, their leader, several times, and from those meetings came the

order to systematically eradicate all Pagans.

Oh, and they’re so clever! You are now officially ’potential obstacles to

the greater good’ who ‘must be eliminated’!

You and others too, including a poor soul named Garrett whom they pursue

mercilessly. Why Karras has targeted him, I have yet to discover, but as

of this letter, he remains at large.

The others were unfortunately not so lucky as you and this Garrett seem to

be. I fear your peril is too great! Truart can be handled, but Karras and

his Mechanists – stay away from them!

I trust you are taking every possible precaution.

My thoughts are with you.

I remain,

Lt. M.
My fellow collaborator:

I agree with your assessment that it is time to take drastic measures.

Measures that will be no pleasure to undertake, however, they must be done.

You are right, we must be rid of Sheriff Truart. With Truart out of the way,

then the City Watch will receive new orders – from me! It’s the only way to ensure

your safety, and to preserve the integrity of the City Watch – indeed if any is left.

I have a plan that I will tell you about, but in a few days. In the meantime, ready

an agent to serve as assassin. Wait for my next correspondence.

Until then,

Lt. M.

Lieutenant,

I instructed the Mechanist, Brother Artus, to leave you a new key.

The key will open the Vault as well as the Secure Records Room in the Records Hall.

- Sheriff Gorman Truart

Attention all Watch Officers

In a short time we have nearly cleared the city of the criminal element that has

plagued her for so long. I thank each and every one of you for the effort and

initiative that you have displayed. Now we must direct this same form of hard

justice towards another disease of the city, the Pagans.

We cannot allow these subversives to poison the minds of our fair citizens.

Henceforth, the Pagan faith is outlawed and practitioners of Paganism shall be

considered enemies of the city.

Be it so ordered,

- Sheriff Gorman Truart

Attention:

- The Mechanist, Brother Artus, has informed me that the new security

measures will be fully operational tonight.

- A room in the Records Hall has been designated for Secure Records.

Only the Lieutenants and myself have access.

- The City Watch Ball will be held at Truart Estate. All members of the

City Watch are encouraged to attend.

- The Dumbwaiter in the Mess Hall is not a toy. Please refrain from using it for rides.

Sheriff Gorman Truart

I have ordered that murderer Schmidt be left in solitary to rot and that

no one venture near him. I want him to suffer as much as his victims did.

Lt. Hagen

Journal Entry 459

So often I hear the whispers of the men, ’What is the Sheriff really planning? Why

is he so intent on bringing down the Pagans? Maybe the Sheriff isn’t the man I thought

he was.’ The members of City Watch are filled with doubt; it is my responsibility to

see to it that they ignore their doubts.

Sheriff Gorman Truart is unlike any man I have ever worked for. He has ushered in a new

age, and it is up to us to support him unquestioningly. If Sheriff Truart asked me to

arrest my own family, I would without any hesitation.

Why can’t Mosley see this? She always questions everything! Why can’t she just follow

Truart’s orders? We are not supposed to think, we are supposed to follow.

Coroner’s Report

Identification: Unknown

Location: Body discovered in sewage tunnel

Cause of Death: Pagan worship

Sheriff Truart,

I must insist that you pay closer attention to the activities of the Warden

Affairs Division. I know how highly you regard their work, and I readily admit

that they have shown very impressive results. However, I must point out that their

arrest records indicate they have been avoiding certain Wardens. Whenever evidence

is presented against those Wardens, it mysteriously disappears from Evidence

Storage even though the stationed guards assure me that no unauthorized evidence

leaves the area.

Respectfully,

Lt. Hagen

Journal Entry 684

Mosley is becoming an inconvenience. Lately she has been questioning my orders, and

her conduct regarding the Pagans borders on insubordination. She was always my best

officer before; why the sudden change? I’m going to give her one more chance to redeem

herself. If she fails me again I’ll have to give the case to Hagen. He may not be as

good an officer, but he is loyal and vicious, not the sort to have any moral dilemmas

with this kind of assignment.

What really puzzles me is that she wants the case so badly. The last time I discussed

it with her, I suggested she hand the case over to someone else. She assured me that

she’d triple her efforts, rather than let go of the assignment.

Lt Hagen,

I appreciate your memo regarding the Warden Affairs Division. I have personally investigated

the matter and have found no evidence to support your accusation. They have ongoing

investigations on the remaining Wardens and have made steady progress. They simply don’t

have enough of a case yet to move against them. As for the missing evidence, my search has

determined that they were simply clerical errors.

However, I have discovered that several thefts from the vault have recently occurred.

These thefts are in no way linked to the Warden Affairs Division. I want you to find out

who is responsible.

Start making inquiries into the other divisions but stay away from Warden Affairs. Also

discuss this with no one, especially Lt. Mosley. Mosley’s inability to handle the Pagans

has caused me to question her resolve. I have considered handing over the assignment to you,

but given Lt. Mosley’s excellent past record; I want to give her one more chance.

Be it so ordered

Sheriff Gorman Truart

Lt. Mosley,

I put you in charge of handling the Pagans because you are my second in command. Until now,

your record has been exemplary. I don’t understand why your performance has faltered. If you

do not want this case to be reassigned to Lt. Hagen, I suggest you double your efforts to rid

the city of all Pagan influence.

Also it has been brought to my attention that numerous small thefts from the Evidence Vault

have been occurring for some time now.

Fire the officer that guards the vault. The Sentries can handle the security by themselves.

I want you to conduct an investigation immediately.

Be it so ordered

Sheriff Gorman Truart

Journal Entry 2234

It’s getting harder to protect my garden from harm. So many plants die. No matter how hard I

try to protect them, they still fall victim to the elements. No matter what anyone tells me, I

will not uproot them or cut them down.

I don’t know what we are doing here anymore. Half the people I give orders to are people I

arrested before. Hopefully the war will be over soon and the Baron will return. I don’t think

I can take much more of Truart’s ‘New Age’, as Hagen so often puts it.

Journal Entry 836

We are still unable to make a case against Madame Volari. Her brothel seems to be perfectly

legitimate, but Lt. Mosley believes that there is more going on there and so do I. The likely

possibility is that they are using pillow talk to extract information from their rather aristocratic clientele. I can’t believe I am saying this in a journal, but I think that the Sheriff is somehow involved in this. I have seen Truart enter there on more than one occasion. But is he a client or is he somehow working with them? All I know is that I am not going to say a word about this to anyone, especially Lt. Hagen. Mosley is the only one any of us can trust.

Journal Entry 709

Work’s been pretty slow these days. Between Mosley and Warden Affairs, every thief in the

city is out of business. I can’t believe we used to try to stop crime by arresting the thieves.

By attacking the bookkeepers and fences, crooks have nowhere to turn to. Besides, who is more

anxious about staying out of jail, a criminal or some whiny pencil pusher?

Name: Lady van Vernon

Activity: Frequent adultery

Threat: Her husband is very jealous and easily outsmarted. If her husband discovers her

infidelity she stands to lose her comfortable lifestyle, should Lord van Vernon throw her

out into the streets of Dayport.

Use: Lord van Vernon owns a large number of factories. Our Lady could help us cut a deal

with him for weapons and armor for City Watch.

Journal Entry 1022

I still can’t figure out who the hell is robbing the third floor evidence vault. I mean

if it ain’t us then who the hell is it? All I know is that it’s attracting a lot of unnecessary

attention. I’ve told the rest of the crew to take the long way to the third floor. Hagen is

already suspicious of us as it is. Even though the Sheriff will keep him off our backs, I still don’t want to get on Hagen’s bad side. That idiot really thinks that Truart is some kind of hero. Ha! If he only knew what we know.

Paganism

Greevs St. – Paganism

Courtyard Trail – Paganism

Balma Drive – Pagan sympathy

Pearson Manor – Harboring a Pagan

Danno block – Paganism

Kimmel Avenue – Paganism

Assault

Fort Street – assault class A

Fort Street – assault/crossbow usage

Arlen Avenue – assault class A

N. Bisbee Drive – assault class C

Glenover Drive – aggravated assault/dagger display

Gapoda Oak – assault class C

Burglary

E. Park Boulevard – burglary of carriage, horses taken; 800

Hawkings Drive – burglary of manor, Gold Crest taken; 2300

Criminal mischief

Gorn Avenue – criminal mischief; 300 damage

Crippled Burrick Pub- criminal mischief, patron thrown through window; 500

Northcrest Road – criminal mischief to collector tower; 250

Millans Drive – criminal mischief to street lamp, 25 damage

Name: Lord Mani Rammstein

Activity: Embezzling money from his business partner overseas.

Threat: His business partner has two of the city’s top cleaners on retainer.

Use: Rammstein is a very powerful importer. By keeping him under our control we

can use him to get to larger criminal activity.

Lieutenant,

I instructed the Mechanist, Brother Artus, to leave you this key. It will open the Vault

as well as the Secure Records Room in the Records Hall.

On a more dire note… I put you in charge of handling the Pagans because you are my

second in command. Until now, your record has been exemplary. I don’t understand why your

performance has faltered. If you do not want this case to be reassigned to Lt. Hagen, I

suggest you double your efforts to rid the city of all Pagan influence.

Also it has been brought to my attention that numerous small thefts from the Evidence Vault

have been occurring for some time now.

Fire the officer that guards the vault. The Sentries can handle the security by themselves.

I want you to conduct an investigation immediately.

Be it so ordered

Sheriff Gorman Truart

The annual Policeman’s Ball will be held at Captain Pearsal’s Mansion in Dayport.

Open bar and all you can eat buffet provided by our friends at the Crippled Burick.

Live music by The Taffer Boys who will perform all your steam punk favorites.

All are welcome to attend.

- Sheriff Truart

Lucy Walker:

The Watch Officers have received a number of complaints

about your harassment of the alchemist Grimmad. Out of

consideration for your masters, you have not been placed

under arrest yet. Please keep in mind that any further

trouble may result in arrest and confiscation of property.

For A Safe City, Watch Officer Morgan

Captain’s Log

Day 42-

Cook outdid himself tonight. A fine meal. At least at the officer’s table. And why not? We’ve done well on this trip,

and tomorrow morning I’ll announce to the men that we’ll be steering for home. I’m looking forward to seeing my Edwina.

I guess a scarf of hers is just as good a lucky piece as that telescope of mine.

Day 43-

Weather’s been fine. We got a full hold and are headin’ for home. Should be there in less th

Ship’s Manifest Been a fine take, but nothing real exotic like the last trip. Like that golden slab with the strange symbol – now that’s a once in a lifetime thing. Couldn’t seem to make a dent in it or split it up, so I took the whole thing home with me. Captain’s prerogative. Edwina doesn’t know. Wouldn’t want her to. She’d just ask questions – and she wouldn’t like the answers. That I’m less of a merchant ship captain – and more of a pirate. And we only found that gold slab because we saw a cave that looked like a good place to hide some of our haul. And lo and behold someone else musta thought it was a good hiding place too, because there was the treasure. Some traps around it too. Lost a few good men that day. Edwina doesn’t have to know all that, does she? Heck, she’d just fret and worry. Like that time she found out about the secret boathouse near the cliffs by our home. I had a real time of it trying to explain that one.
First Mate’s Log

Day 44-

The captain’s got us hauling out the cargo searching for something. Whatever it is, can’t it wait ‘til we’re back in port?

We’ll be out of food in a few days, and water’s short. We don’t have time for this. And I told him so. Didn’t even answer.

Not like Moira. Not like him at all.

Day 45-

Moira’s search went on through the night. He’s tossing our cargo overboard after he’s made sure it ain’t what he’s after. The men are tired and confused. Don’t want to question his orders in front of the crew, but that’s our profits going in the water! Cook says he ain’t been eating, so I sent him topside with a tray of the captain’s favorite. I ain’t never seen anyone look so deranged. Poor ol’ Cook, he’ll be missed.

Day 46-

The captain is out of his mind! Once everything was over the side and he still didn’t have what he was lookin for, he started screaming! – Where is it? Do you have it?! – None of us have a clue what he’s on about. My duty now is to get the remaining men home. I never thought I’d be one for mutiny, but there’s no other way. We got the knives ready. It’s now or never.

My lord -

I write to thank you for your most interesting entertainment

of the other night. The Sheriff’s men are, as you said, most

efficient, and watching the rabble fall over themselves in panic

afforded me more entertainment than a good month of

theater. Might we avail ourselves of this street-cleaning

farce again this weekend? I await your reply.

Your devoted L—

Watch Sergeant Harwin -

I must protest that the technique of paying informants

has been in place for only a week, and I think it has

shown far more promise than expected. While the first

round netted us only a few small fish, the fools have begun to

compete to turn each other in. A good fraction of the gold we

pay out, we reap back again when we arrest the informers

themselves. Ceasing the project now would be, in my opinion,

shortsighted.

-Morgan

Master Ramirez -

I beg your attention. While, as you say, there is

most certainly breach in the Dreckboun pit, my

subordinates inform me that this is due to the

incroach of Hammer patrols among the patrons, and

that my immediate Dreckboun comptroller, Ginny,

has been unable to deal with the problem. Should

this qualify as full breach, I must regretfully

insist that the breach is on Ginny’s part and not

mine. I am, of course, happy to furnish all

ledgers for verification,

-Lord Bafford

Lazy slobs -

If I visit with my babies and again find that

they have not been fed properly, I shall take

the horsewhip to the lot of you! The poor

dears must be given live food – their delicate

stomachs cannot abide the smell of carrion!

I am in no mood to hear of the shortages when

my babies are starving.

Raputo

Warden of North Quarter, Shalebridge, Newmarket, New Quarter.

Bloodsports, moneylending, spywatching. Organization of

about 20 subsidiaries, 50 personal toughboys and

fireboys. Contact with Shemenovs.

Webster

Warden of Docks, Eastport, Dayport. Rooftop breakers,

protection and anti-protection services, smuggling,

coinfaking. 12 subsidiaries, 60 toughboys, 20-odd

solo contractors. Strong foreign contacts.

Viktoria

Independent fence, previously Raputo’s. Dominates

include thiefs-pawnage of exotics, medicinals. No

known organization; contact with second-tier

nobility, Grand Library, and Order of the

Vine. May have warden aspirations.

Dorcas Goodfellow

Blackbrook Underguild ambassador. Particular

(importable) dominates include magical constructs,

medicinals, and elemental crystals.

Boys -

While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I must point

out that breaking legs is, really, rather inefficient,

if we wish our clients to be able to pursue their

rather active lives in order to immediately repay

their debts. I encourage your initiative in this

area – perhaps you might take a lesson from the

gardener and his hedge clippers, who trims off one

branch while leaving the rest to grow… and most

of our clients do start with fingers to spare.

Commissioner deNavan -

I note with displeasure that again, one of my tough-boys has been

taken to Cragscleft. May I remind you of the substantial donations I

make to your office, such that I may "pursue business unhindered by

idle scrutiny"? May I remind you, as well, of your predecessor’s

unfortunate end? The rivers are so treacherous this time of year. I

trust that you will attend to this, and if the Hammers are too

difficult for your policemen, I trust as well that you will let me

know.

- Ramirez

Master Vrinde:

Recall our previous conversation about untapped

sources? Can you find any precedent on going

into the Walled section of the Old Quarter?

There’s all that crap about walking evil, but

you know how the Hammers are. Ten to one gets

there’s all sorts of property, no known heir,

free for picking without even having to pay

gelt for lawful overlook. Anyhow, no rush on

this one; better to look into it on the quiet

rather than rile the Hammers or let Raputo or

Webster hear about it.

-Ramirez

Mina, dear,

It’s not as bad as it seems. The Sir isn’t so harsh if you learn his habits.

When he’s upstairs like the library, cosset him with tea and cakes, and chat of

the household doings. When he’s in the cellar with his gold, though, don’t dare

bother him ‘less he rings for you, and then hop to it like the Trickster’s on your tail.

- Lisse

Willoby Bright – Stonemarket cutpurse. Skimping

on gelt for the fifth time. Not worth the trouble – public

bounty of 200.

Garrett – South Quarter ‘independent’ thief. Denied cut three

times. Sent Quince and Jacow out to shorten him.

Overlord’s Fancy – gambling den. Check with Raputo – is it his?

Either way, someone’s not talking to someone they should.

Lord Ramirez -

The reinforced walls and steel door have been duly installed about your counting room,

but I must warn you that we cannot guarantee them against burrick tunnelling. If you do

not move the creatures out of the basement into a more distant area, we cannot be held

responsible for the potential damages.

Tol Camrick & Sons

If there is evidence that the Artifacts were created by the earliest Keepers for some purpose, then that evidence

would be in our very earliest writings. Which, of course, crumbled into dust ages ago – or so the Head Librarian

asserts.

— Author Unknown

Larkspur I bes havered another visioning of them Abomination. It bes has a lair in them canals. But I bes thinker,

that if the water level bes kept high, then us Pagans will bes not stumbling into its den there. Bes you must sealing

off the Pump House, and warn all Pagans to staying away from theres. Why bes this Abomination in my visionings when it

bes them Hammerheads we fightings? I wishering that Viktoria comsey back to leading us. My thoughts bes ungreen and

troubling.

Dyan

Citizens – Art thou aware there are heathens in thy midst? Didst thou know the Master Builder judges all?

Dost thou give thanks oft enough? If thou answered yea or nay to any of the above, then thou needs must attend our

services. Thy very soul dost depend upon it!

The Brothers of the Order of the Hammer

By Ma Graham So.

It’ll be just the two of ya. Use the tunnel, right, boys? But, see, it’s gotta be after dark. Wait for the day

shift to head home for the night. Then sneak in. Avoid the night guards. They move around a lot, takin’ breaks

and such. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch ‘em sleeping. Stay away from them new fangled security machines they got.

They’ll fry you like an egg. When you see a good looking exhibit, nab it. When you start getting tired, that means

your bags are full, and it’s time to come on home. I’ll have the supper waiting.

Pagans- We bes closing off them manfool Pump House. Dyan had a visioning! Bes an abomination that lives in them canal!

Stay aways! As long as them water level in the canals stays high, not lowered, then no pagans or cityheads can go down

into them canal and cause trouble with them abomination. Bes you needer to get into them Pump House, then seek you Dyan

in them greensy park. She havers them Trickster amulet that makers them vines go away.

Larkspur

Lord Bafford – Greetings to you. I hope your gout is coming along nicely. Anyway, I seem to have run into a bit of

financial trouble. And, since we have such a good business relationship, a friendship really, I feel I can come to

you for help. I think two thousand ought to do it.

Hopefully,

Samuel Fogerty

Sir Rollings – Greetings to you. I hope your rheumatism is coming along nicely. Anyway, I seem to have run into a bit

of financial trouble. And, since we have such a good business relationship, a friendship really, I feel I can come to

you for help. I think two thousand ought to do it.

Hopefully,

Samuel Fogerty

Alright boys, here’s your lunch, you can’t go robbing the Wieldstrom Museum on an empty stomach. I ain’t worried.

You got the tunnel dug real good. Makes a mother proud. Remember, once you’re inside, you have to watch out for

all them fancy safety gadgets they got. Anyway, eat up, and good luck.

Hugs, Ma

Garrett – Hello, my friend. I have sent a messenger out to leave this note where – with any luck – you will find it.

My crystal ball tells me that you are planning to rob the museum. If so, then I believe I have something you may

find useful. I have very convincing replicas of some of the exhibits. If you swap them with the real exhibits, the

museum guards will not notice that anything is wrong. Of course, there is never any pressure to buy – but the

Wieldstrom Museum has a history of killing thieves, does it not? In fact, the replicas were custom ordered by Ma

Graham for the heist her boys tried to pull off a while ago. But they never picked up the replicas.

Probably the price was too high for them. And you know how that turned out.

Come to my shop if you are interested. May fortune smile on you,

Carmen Cantata

Proprietor, Carmen’s Place

Dyan – Here bes my reportings. Twelve bes were lost in them Old Quarter. Five bes lost in them Docks. Them

hammerheads more strongsy than we thinkered. We bes needing helping.

Daisy

Dearest Stephanie,

I just thought I would take a break from all of my distractions to write you

a little letter letting you know how much I love you. I know I have been very

busy lately and haven’t had as much time for you as I would like. The 18 hour

days I’m putting in at the warehouse are killing me, but I am learning so much

from the Mechanists. They are a little arrogant, but they have a vision I

want to be a part of. They are beginning to accept me, which means a lot to

me. I’ve had to work very hard to prove myself to them,

but I know that in the end, all of my hard work will pay off and we will both

benefit from it. Thank you for being my inspiration, and thank you for being

so understanding. Our love is the most important thing in my life, and when

the Mechanists’ project is done you will once again be the center of my universe.

I love you, Ekim

MECHANIST INSTRUCTIONS

If thou wouldst unlock this kind of door, thou wilt needst use the appropriate

gear. Insert thou the correct gear unto the locking mechanism. When

the mechanism be complete with the correct gear, then marvel thou as the

gears turn to unlock the door. For those with no eye to tell one gear

from its cousin, know thou also that if thou use the incorrect gear, the

mechanism shall fail thee and nothing shall happen. If thou hast concerns,

please bring them unto me.

-Friend Capezza.

We all know that many criminals harbor a vendetta against me, so I have

decided to have a Mechanist install several security devices throughout the

estate. A new mechanism has been installed to lock all doors leading up to

higher floors in the mansion. These doors cannot be forced open or unlocked

using conventional means. All doorways that lead to upper levels will be

locked every night and will unlock again in the morning.

-Sheriff Truart

I went and lost my silver gear and now I can’t get up to the

third floor. I tried knocking on that blasted door for an hour, but no

one would open it for me. Last time I saw it was before I took a swim.

Please return it to me if you find it, I will be in the game room.

- Officer Benny

I know well that thy father was a loyal supporter in time

gone by. Most greatly did we appreciate his generosity in building

the chapel upon Truart Estate, where mine brethren and myself did give

praise to the Builder. However, the worship of the Builder has come forward

while thy chapel dost remain in the past, for its walls and panels art

still decked in the symbols of our old ways. For one who hast renounced

these antique trappings, such things are deeply offensive. Thou must think

strongly upon replacing them with the more modern and appropriate symbols of

the present age.

-Brother Tickspring

Dear Volari,

Prostitution in this city is a huge problem, and I plan on cleaning it up,

so you should keep a low profile. I’ve taken the measures to protect you

that we discussed. I live a demanding life now that I’m the most important

person in town, and meeting with you is my only means of relaxation. I do

not consider you equal to the rest of the scum that lurk the streets, so I

am going to give you special treatment as long as you take care of me when

I need you.

-Norman Druart

I hear the foundation under the porch of Truart Estate has a

large crack which you should be able to crawl under. Check behind the

bushes for it. There must be an easy way into the mansion under there.

-Tundis

Watch Officer Morgan -

Have I got a deal for you! I know Truart’s been

looking for the pagan outlaws for months – I should

be able to provide one, ripe for the plucking, when he

leaves the city. I hear he’s smuggling in some banned

herbals – if I can learn any more I will of course let you

know, but I do know he’ll be leaving around midnight at the

Carter’s Gate.

-Jabril

Charly-

Remember how I told you that the alchemist’s was just a

front-shop? I’m sure of it now! I was just there this

evening and started to go in, when the owner shut the door

in my face! And there were people in the store, standing

about as bold as you please!

-Lucy

Officer Morgan -

Cease these bribes immediately! There is more than

enough street garbage we can simply scrape off the

pavement that we do not need to pay for more! If

your snitches could ever turn up the serious ones, I

might consider it, but look at your recent list. Festil,

Blackrat, Hops – these are the worst you can find, and

none of them other than poor street filth.

-Watch Sergeant Harwin

Cell Block 1

1: Wrendal, Jackablade. Flogging, Factory work.

4: Dellin, Ladytaker. Scalding.

7: Sennet, Cutthroat. Razor finger removed. Caning, Factory work

9: Issyt, Cadger. Caning and Sour Mash. Died ’neath Righteous Punishment.

Cell Block 2

2: Potsol, Vandal. Fingers crushed.

5: Gelland, Thief. Wrist Broken.

8: Nammon, Jackablade. Flogging. Died ’neath Righteous Punishment.

Cell Block 3

2: Dikket, Heretic. Sour Mash. Released upon Recantation and Informing

3: Latton, Falsetale. Tongue Pierced, Factory Work.

4: Basso, Firelighter. Branding.

7: Deirne, Whore. Shorn and Branded. To be Released

10: Tarquis, Goldlender. Nose cropped, Factory Work.

Cell Block 4

1: Possum, Ladytaker. Gelding.

4: Misa, Vandal. Whisking, Factory work.

5: Wills, Heretic. Meditation, Factory work.

6: Cutty, Thiefs-pawn. Palms scalded daily.

8: Tybal, Whorekeep. Died of Flux.

Cutty, I gots me a big one, I does. The Horn of Quintus, Cutty. I

can be paying off some debts with this one, believe you me!

I gots me a map, drawn by some dead old bugger, which shows a way in. I

knows it’s down there, in the Bonehoard, just like they always said. They

say what that the dead walk down there, but ah, it’s worth the risk now,

ain’t it? The way I hears it, the sound of the Horn echoing will lead me right

to the thing.

I’m leaving you a copy of the map, in case anything happens to me down there.

But more’s the chance that I’ll see you topside, making a toast with the finest

wine to be had. See you then!

Word on the street is that the Hammers are eager to

take back the top level of the haunted mines, because there’s a

specially-blessed holy water font there.

Brother Keybond -

I charge thee to organize a search detail for that jackblade, Nammon.

Somehow he hath slipped his bonds whilst Brother Inquistor didst turn

for but a moment. Now he hath scaped with half the contents of the evidence box!

Brother Carpenter hath reported a commotion to the west

whilst he was repairing the stocks – start thou there.

If the wretch be not found soon, doubtless he hath succumbed to the rigors of his

interrogation. In truth, I wouldst rather find him in a search now than

by the reek later. And who knows what may become of his mortal

frame should he reach the haunted mines…

When I was cold, Thou taught of hearth and roof-beam.

When I was hungry, Thou taught of pot and cauldron.

When I was beset by foes, Thou taught of spear and shield.

Thy hammer pounds the nail, holds the roof-beam.

Thy hammer strikes the iron, shapes the cauldron.

Thy hammer in my hand, unto my foes.

My Darling Lorna,

I do not understand how your husband, my insufferable

assistant, can treat you as he does. I swear I won’t let

him hit you again! I’ll take you away from all this some

day. Just have patience; there are few who can afford to

keep such a library as milord Gervaisius. It will take

me time to find another patron such as he. Our nights together

will be heavenly.

—Your Giles

My Darling Giles,

Oh my love, I swear I will leave Ashton just as soon as

you give me the word! But, if we are to be together, then

you know we cannot stay here. It will be impossible for

you to work with Ashton after we marry, and more importantly,

I don’t trust him. He would never give us any peace. I don’t

want to start our new life together with such troubles. Oh

darling, promise me we won’t!

Your fragrant daisy,

—Lorna

My Sweet Lorna,

I have the best news! I’ve discovered that Lord Holanthrus,

advisor to the Baron, has need of a new Librarian. His library

is selective, but is said to be one of the best in the City.

I will speak of this to Lord Gervaisius. He is a reasonable man

and will give me my leave. Ashton is a capable librarian and will

make a suitable replacement for me, which will appease Gervaisius.

Ashton will be happy with the promotion and that will have to be his

consolation when he finds out he is losing you.

—Your Giles

Dearest Giles,

Your news is indeed wonderful! I treasure your letter as I do

all that you send me.

I must tell you, I had a close call last night. I was preparing

to read your letter when Ashton came into our rooms. I hopped

into bed and hid the letter under my pillow.

Thankfully, when I awoke in

the morning the letter was still there undisturbed. Soon we will

be done with Ashton and the awful memories of this place.

I will divorce him and then we will tell Gervaisius of your

new situation. I am so glad I believed in you.

Your sweet pea,

—Lorna

Milord Gervaisius

It comes as a great shock to me to have to tell you that Head Librarian Giles and my

wife, my dear Lorna, have run away together. I am beside myself with this loss. I

cannot stay here. This place holds too many painful memories. I don’t understand how

my dear friend and my wonderful wife could do this to me. I have decided to take a

position as a Librarian with Lord Holanthrus. I want you to know that I have only the

utmost esteem for milord but I cannot stay here with these memories haunting me so.

Your lowly servant,

—Assistant Librarian Ashton

Lord Gervaisius,

I hope thou hast enjoyed the luxury and security, which the Builder’s children have

brought thee. In such a cruel and uncaring world as this, true friends must aid each

other. Tis my hope that I might consider thee such a friend and colleague. I look

forward to attending thy reception for your exhibition. Tis said thy hast one of the

finest manors in the city and I eagerly anticipate a chance to visit it. I am told

thou hast most wondrous terrariums. It would please me greatly to see these and thy

private exhibition rooms when I arrive.

I know of what import import thy collections are to thee, but it my hope that thou

wouldst honor me with a gift, namely certain ancient masks and the Cultivator artifact.

Twould of course be after the exhibition ends. These items are priceless and twould

be a great favor to me if thou wouldst part with them, willingly. I assure you that

I will make it worth thy while, both through further Mechanist gifts and through the

gift of a certain painting by Durant, which I’m told, thou hast been trying to acquire.

—Master Karras

Permit #1609324

Lord Gervaisius is hereby permitted to begin and maintain construction on these

premises, the Manor of Clan Gervaisius. Construction is understood to be occurring

in the ballroom and on the third floor.

—Nicholas P. Cantarelli, Registrar

Hall of Records and Licenses

House Sergeant’s Logbook, Sergeant Kelvin Porter recording:

Investigation into the disappearance of the head librarian: After a fairly thorough

investigation, there is no inference of foul play. I believe that the fool ran away.

It is unfortunate that first the head librarian and now the assistant librarian have

left we will need to hire replacements quickly. Most all else is quiet. The one

strangeness is the rash of supposed hauntings of the library. Never liked the drafty

place. I’ll look into it later. In the meantime, I must start doing spot checks on the

servants and guards for drunkenness.

Duma, here are the things to pack for my visit:

—pack enough general clothing luggage for a three-week stay

—don’t forget the red suit with the yellow frills and brown ruffles

(need for the Summer Solstice Soiree)

—arrange shipment of wine to summerhouse

—pack 1 crate of that new Illyrian tea I like and enough scones too!

—pack a blank collector’s journal and several quills to record all the new

items to be acquired

—pack my favorite jeweled hairbrush and mirror set so I may look my best

Thanks

—Bram Gervaisius
Milord,

Make sure to bring the casks of Throvian summer wine back from your summerhouse.

We’ll need them for the reception. Congratulations on meeting the young lady. I’m sure

she will agree that she is most lucky to be acquainted with so charming and urbane a

lord as yourself. Hurry back soon, there is much to be done.

—Steward Duma

Duma,

Everything is going exceedingly well. I just met the most lovely, young filly at the

Summer Solstice Soiree. Bafford introduced me to her and I’m quite impressed. Her

father will take some getting around but the girl is ravishing and has a voice like a

nightingale. Lady Veloden, though she says I may call her by her given name of Carina,

was warbling wonderfully. I haven’t even thought much of my art collection the last

week I’ve been out here. More later, but make sure to clean up my rooms; it looks

like I will be entertaining both publicly and privately during the reception.

—Lord Gervaisius

Foreman Hobart,

As we prepare for the upcoming exhibition and the gala reception that will kick it off,

I want to make sure that the manor is ready. I understand that the Children of the

Builder have been constructed and placed for additional security. Solid work! There

will be an influx of noble guests expecting care of the highest quality while they are

being hosted by our Lord Gervaisius. I want to be sure that we display the highest

standard of excellence in the decor of the manor.

Be certain to have all the construction debris cleaned in the next few days. I am aware

that all Watchful Eyes have been serviced recently. Turn your attention to the clocks

right away. We have any number of clocks sitting broken throughout the mansion.

Also, tune the harp when you get a chance. Lady Weatherington fancies herself an accomplished

pianist and is an unrepentant showboat. She will take it as an insult if she is not shown

to the harp during the reception so that she may display her meager skills.

—Steward Duma

Milord,

I’ll be straight with you. I been the gardener at milord’s manor for the last 40 years,

for you and your father before you. It’s been a good life up until recently. In the last

few months, things’ve been changing round here and not in good ways. The gardens been

shrunk again and again. Now most of my work has shifted over to caring for these fancy

indoor gardens, these ‘terrariums’. It don’t seem natural just having plants inside.

I like watering them outside, under the hot sun, not in the glass and wooden cages of

the rooms of this house.

Just for the record, I think these mechanists is loony. They don’t know nothing about

plants or people. They just know how to tinker with their crazy contraptions. Telling

Father Norrell he was being replaced by a Mechanist priest, was the last straw. I

consider myself an honest woman and a practitioner of the Hammer faith. I want no part of

these new faiths. I’m going to where they still hold to the old values. I leave the new

ones to you young folks. Good luck.

No longer your servant,

—Phyleas Crowell

Record of payment for services rendered

Item – ancient masks acquired by agent from places unknown

Paid – in full upon delivery – 2,000

Received by Lord Bram Gervaisius

I, Philemon Abernathy, having considered the terms of employment and the

generous financial compensation, do accept the appointment as Head Librarian for

Lord Gervaisius.

Hunting of the Frumious Bandersnatch

By Captain Rufus T. Spaulding

And there I was in the darkest wilds, preparing to search for that most dangerous

and elusive of adversaries, the frumious bandersnatch. This, of course, is not to

be confused with the striped fromane bandersnatch, an exceedingly docile relative.

No, the frumious bandersnatch, filthy beast, is a creature I have spent my whole life

preparing to hunt.

But where was I? Ah yes, it was an early morning on the veldt. We were on the trail

of a particular bandersnatch and this one was even more frumious than most. I sat by

my tent sipping tea and munching on buttered scones. A few scouts had gone out the

previous night to see where the creature lurked. Such creatures always lurk … unless

they were skulking from one lurking spot to another.

As I finished my tea and prepared for a second cup, two scouts trotted in. Funny thing,

I swore I sent out five the night before. The leader walked up to me and announced that

they had found the spot where the bandersnatch was lurking. Unfortunately, it found the

spot from which they observed. Now there are only two. Poor buggers. I must remind

them not to interrupt me during my morning cup of tea.

Well, we had a starting point for the hunt. Now on to the chase …

The Book of the Nail: Chapter 7, Verse 12

As the hammer drives nail into wood,

taming rough hewn wood,

making of nail a useful thing,

so shall the Builder use the faithful,

molding them into forms desirable,

using them to tame wild wood,

causing them to join together the foundations of our world

in joyous, regimented harmony.

Thus spake the prophet Jeremyn

Bawdy Bedtime Limericks for Discerning Adults

by Andelwine Meuse

There once was a man from …

Bram’s Personal Collector’s Journal vol. 19

—Bought a new painting by the Throvian artist Lizotte. There was the most

glorious auction at Ramirez’s mansion.

Still can’t believe the price I got for it.

—Acquired unusual statue of a sea nymph from merchant returning from Lesser Hrabota

—Still trying to find that damn painting by Durant, can’t believe that

Bafford tried to swindle me with a fake!

Bram’s Personal Collector’s Journal vol. 17

Just came back from a nice long trip in the northern territories. Ah, what wonderful

hunting they have up north! Bafford always organizes the most delightful hunting excursions.

We tromped around in the rain on horseback for a good three days and Julian caught a nasty

cold. Still, it was tremendous fun.

It was a pity I didn’t catch anything. Baffy assured me it would be good hunting, but

it was nothing like the time we went off west. No trophy heads to show this time. I’ll

add more to my collection soon though. I hope to do some hunting while I’m off in the

western countryside.

My Friend and honored Lord Julian, I will meet you in the Lancaster Room tonight.
I trust you will be mindful of the risks involved, and be generous.
Morris, the Cook

Hyssop

You wills get them saplinger tree! Bes a rare centuried plant that will helping us. Whens you having the sapling, bringer

it to them abandoned Inn – heres in our territory in Docks. There bes a patch of ground there I blessed. Plant them

sapling there, and it bes will bringer us them powers rooted in them deeping earth.

Dyan

D- Walter Cobbleton ain’t shown up for work in a while. You should go over to his place and check on him and his wife. I

think her name is Harriet. B.

The City Chronicle – Extra Doomed Vessel Arrives in Docks

The merchant ship Abysmal Gale floated into port on Sunday with its captain and crew of 28 either missing or dead.

Witnesses say the vessel, formerly under the command of Captain Robert Moira, seemed to steer on its own. Now under City

Watch investigation, the curious are warned to keep their distance from the boat. Officer Dirk Lemar explains:

’With this here cursed ship, you got your zombies, you got your ghosts, plus all the dangers of a regular ship, drowning,

splinters, what-have-you.’

With that said, this is one reporter that will indeed be keeping her distance. Additional reports indicate the possibility

that undead who disembarked from the vessel may be congregating in or around the sewers.

- C. Mavenstock

Garrett- My visionings show that it bes was you who takered them Jacknall’s Paw from us. This crime bes punishable by

deadings! But, we bes knowing Viktoria woulds want to finding another way. We offers you this deal: first you doers some

things for us, then we lets you live. We have enchanting your bow, so you cans do us these favors. First, bes many

cornerstones in them city that we have readied for you to make greening. You bes will know which cornerstones because they

have greensy markings. Use your mossing arrows on them, then our magicer vines bes will grow there. Second, we bes have

Elemental Cocoons in our territories – shaped like the crescent moon, and bes the height of a man. Fire yours elemental

arrows into thems, one of each type per day, and bes will add to their strengthings. When you do one of these favors, your

standing with us bes will improving a little. You bes not attacks any us Pagans, or we bes decreasing your standing with

us! Now you bes our enemy, and you bes attacked by any Pagan who finds you on them cityhead streets. Bes you do us enough

favors, we bes will not attacker you on them streets. But, bes you do us very many favors and you bes our friend and

ally… we bes lets you into our territories. Bes your choice.

Dyan, Woodsie Priestesses

Garrett- My visionings show that it bes was you who takered them Jacknall’s Paw from us. This crime bes punishable by

deadings! But, we bes knowing Viktoria woulds want to finding another way. We offers you this deal: first you doers some

things for us, then we lets you live. We have enchanting your bow, so you cans do us these favors. First, bes many

cornerstones in them city that we have readied for you to make greening. You bes will know which cornerstones because they

have greensy markings. Use your mossing arrows on them, then our magicer vines bes will grow there. Second, we bes have

Elemental Cocoons in our territories – shaped like the crescent moon, and bes the height of a man. Fire yours elemental

arrows into thems, one of each type per day, and bes will add to their strengthings. When you do one of these favors, your

standing with us bes will improving a little. You bes not attacks any us Pagans! Or steal from our territories, or we bes

decreasing your standing with us! Now you bes our enemy, and you bes attacked by any Pagan who finds you on them cityhead

streets. Bes you do us enough favors, we bes will not attacker you on them streets. But, bes you do us very many favors

and you bes our friend and ally… we bes lets you into our territories. Bes your choice.

Dyan, Woodsie Priestesses

Yup. I see more in a day than I reckon most folks ever do. Like when I was guttin that mackerel. Bet nobody will believe

what came out of its belly. Nobody believes old Eli. Guess they think the salt air shriveled my thinkin cap. Well, maybe it

did. Reminds me of the time I was working my scrimshaw when that metal whale came floatin by. Made a sound I won’t never

forget. There was even words on it. Cetus Amicus. You don’t forget a thing like that. Breathed fire too. So scared I nearly

whittled my thumb off.

Misc. Machinery – Packed in crates. Brother Sledge of the Hammerites will pick up. Balance due!

Little Tree – Keep a good watch on it, by order of the Captain. Wood Frames – To be packed and

delivered to curator over at the museum.

Timmy- We ain’t got room in the warehouse right now. Boss says not until Friday. Your best bet is shipping it all out

from there, and hoping it don’t rain. Hope there’s nothing too valuable in that cargo. Anyways, sorry about the mixup.

Bill

Juniper

Them sapling tree bes held by the cityfools on the docks. Nows we just needering a plan to getsy past them guards. And

soon! Dyan bes making a place readies for them saplinger to grow.

Shaman Hyssop

L- Watch that odd little tree real careful. Seems like everybody wants a piece of it. The Hammers want to burn it up in

some sort of special furnace, and the Pagans want to plant it in a place they got picked out. Way the captain figures it,

when folks want something that bad, could mean money for us. We should be able to move it and the rest of that cargo into

a warehouse soon. In the meantime, it don’t go nowhere with nobody. Got it?

M.

Brother Vault It hast come to our attention that the Pagans art after a small tree that recently arrived by boat to thy

district, Docks. ‘Tis imperative they don’t obtain it! If ’tis anything like the Pagan magics thus far, ’twill be bad

for us indeed. The cursed thing is being held by the City Watch. Methinks they must side with the Pagans, or perhaps

greed hast o’ercome their sense of righteousness. If though thinkest an offer of more money would set things aright, then

’twould be a goodly plan.

Brother Ondilot thinkest we should burn the tree in a furnace. That the furnace, most blessed

vessel of the will of the Master Builder, will destroy the tree and consume its terrible magics. ’Tis a furnace in the

Tavern there in Docks—and perhaps, by the Builder’s grace, ’twill do the job. Though, ’tis a poor substitute for a

Hammerite furnace.

Brother Constance

I’ve decided to take the plunge. If my records are correct, there

should be a stash of fire crystals in the lowest oubliette, which was sealed

for centuries but has been since opened up by the burricks. I’ll need the

crystals for the torches, if I’m going to get the Mystic’s Soul.

I’m so close! I hears the sound of the Horn, echoing all around.

That coward Sutter, he left me an hour ago, after Cather blundered into a

trap, but you can bet I’ll be finding the prize on my own!

It seems that I’m not the first grave-robber to muck about in these halls. The

infamous Adolpho was down here, probably after one of the richer but

heavily warded treasures. It looks like he failed, the poor bugger.

This part of the tombs is filled with traps, and there’s no way I’m

plundering some of these crypts, but the Horn’s gonna be mine, I know it. If

the rumors are true, the sound of the Horn should be keeping any local Burricks

happy and peaceful-like, with no thoughts of bothering old Felix.

My only trouble now be my dwindling supply of holy water. I thought there would

be a font in this area, but I’m blasted if I can find it. And the dead seem to be getting

restless about something.

It appears I was wrong about the Mystic’s Heart, and I will

die for my mistake. The ancient tablet I found said that the Heart would

be in “a room of statues, whose gaze is death,” but though there are

statues here, it’s clear to me now that this is not that place. I dare not

go back down — the burricks prowl below in numbers, angered at my intrustion.

Unless they leave, I will starve in this Godforsaken place.

Felix doesn’t care, but we’ve definitely found signs that Adolpho

has been here before us. I don’t know if he found that fabulous gemstone he

always said was here, but if it’s still here, it’s worth more than the lousy

Horn of Quintuplets, or whatever the thing is called. If I’m reading the

signs right, Adolpho was convinced something useful was deep down below the

Burrick tunnels.

Quintus’ tomb completed today. Family complained, but they

will pay our price. An expensive construction, but well planned.

T’was fortunate for him we had space in the northwest corner.

Several novices have complained of the noise, but they have not yet

learned discipline. Ordered more lye. There come groans from the

Thieves Reward, and the unrepentant oft do not lie easy.

I’ve had enough. If Felix wants to stay and be killed,

that’s his business, but the pay’s not good enough to keep me down here

a minute more. We already lost Dranko to those damn belching burricks,

and Marcus didn’t make the jump across that huge chasm. He probably drowned,

if he wasn’t dashed to bits. (I thought about looking for his body, as he

was carrying some loot from a poorly-guarded tomb, but it wasn’t worth the

risk.)

Then we watched Cather get filled with arrows from a clever trap in one of

those great octagonal vaults. Not that I cared one whit for Cather, the

bastard, but I have no intention of ending up the same way.

I don’t expect I’ll see Felix again. He seemed sure that the Horn of Quintus

was somewhere north of the Vaults, but I think that was just a guess. (I

thought those strange X-shaped marks off that branch of the burrick tunnels

were worth investigating, but Felix said they were irrelevant.) Anyway,

if the traps and zombies don’t get him, the burricks will. Those tunnels

were a nightmare. At least our marks were mostly still intact.

I’m almost out, but I need to sleep. I think the place I’ve found is out

of the way enough that the zombies won’t find me.

I’ve had enough. If Felix wants to stay and be killed,

that’s his business, but the pay’s not good enough to keep me down here

a minute more. We already lost Dranko to those damn belching burricks,

and Marcus didn’t make the jump across that huge chasm. He probably drowned,

if he wasn’t dashed to bits. (I thought about looking for his body, as he

was carrying some loot from a poorly-guarded tomb, but it wasn’t worth the

risk.)

Then we watched Cather get filled with arrows from a clever trap in one of

those great octagonal vaults. Not that I cared one whit for Cather, the

bastard, but I have no intention of ending up the same way.

I don’t expect I’ll see Felix again. He seemed sure that the Horn of Quintus

was somewhere north of the Vaults, but I think that was just a guess. And

if the traps and zombies don’t get him, the burricks will. Those tunnels

were a nightmare. At least our marks were mostly still intact.

I’m almost out, but I need to sleep. I think the place I’ve found is out

of the way enough that the zombies won’t find me.

I’ve had enough. If Felix wants to stay and be killed,

that’s his business, but the pay’s not good enough to keep me down here

a minute more. We already lost Dranko to those damn belching burricks.

Then we watched Cather get filled with arrows from a clever trap in one of

those great octagonal vaults. Not that I cared one whit for Cather, the

bastard, but I have no intention of ending up the same way.

I don’t expect I’ll see Felix again. He seemed sure that the Horn of Quintus

was somewhere north of the Vaults, but I think that was just a guess. And

if the traps and zombies don’t get him, the burricks will.

Those tunnels were a nightmare. At least our marks were mostly still intact.

I’m almost out, but I need to sleep. I think the place I’ve found is out

of the way enough that the zombies won’t find me.

Hymn 18: The boiler, it is thy heart.

The boiler, it is thy heart.

The valves, they are thy limbs.

The steam, it is thy blood.

Praise Karras, who forges the boiler,

and praise the Builder, who forges thee.

Psalm 13: When thou art born.

When thou art born, thou art blind, and weak, and squalling.

So is the ore, weak and crumbling when it is pulled from the earth.

Stoke thy forge, and burn away all impurity.

Week 23:

Lord Bassel, six crates wool tweed — send spiral lamplighter.

Lord Wilkerson, 300 gold — send clockwork picture-tray.

Lord Toby, one crate paper — ignore.

Brian Masterson, 1500 gold — will send masked servant.

Gorman Truart, goodwill — sending clockwork spy cameras

Lord Winhill, one crate fine wire — send spiral lamplighter.

Week 26:

Lord Bassel, two crates lambswool — send clockwork picture-tray.

Lady Waterdike, sixteen crates flour — will send masked servant.

Lord Toby, four crates paper — send spiral lamplighter.

Lady Thomson, 200 gold — send rotary polisher.

Arthur Whitcomb, two flowering bushes — ignore.

Lord Thorburn, two crates tin ore — send clockwork spy cameras.

Lord Karras —

I write to you on behalf of my lord, who is much intrigued with your

services to other nobility. I am given to understand that your favours

are reserved for those who please the Mechanist Tower. My lord desires

to do so, but he is concerned that his gifts may be incorrect, or

perhaps misdelivered. Please let me know by messenger if I can do

aught to advise him.

Jerome, of the house Thorburn

Lord Karras:

Your sermon was so inspiring. I never thought of it that way,

to be a little cog, floating around in a big boiler. SO warm and

toasty, you see? Please accept my compliments, and do tell me

you will come to the dinner we are having on Saturday.

Lady Einhorn

Master Gaspar:

Thy name was mentioned to our lord Karras as one who might be welcoming

to the future. Perhaps thou hast heard of the Mechanists, but thou

may be confusing us with our hoary forebears, the Hammers. Where they

spurned thou and thy kind, the Mechanists embrace those with a voice

in the city’s future. Perhaps thou might attend a sermon at Angelwatch?

There be many wonders we would be happy to show thee in our workshops.

Friend Tickspring

Karras —

I received your note. I think you worry too much. I shall be there

in good time for our meeting, assuming that your loyal disciples are

willing to let me all the way in to your meeting hall this time.

There is much work to be done between now and tomorrow at twelve, so

leave me in peace until then.

Gorman Truart, Sherriff

Friends,

If thou wouldst make a mold, press thine item into the wax press. Such

impression being made, use the putty knife to scrape away the top layer of

wax. Use this method, friends, to make molds of most small articles — keys,

cogs, gears, springs, and the like.

To create a tool of hardened steel, give thy mold to Brother Mendelus, whose

place it is to work the fires of the forge.

— Coltus

Friend Coltus,

Recent experiments have confirmed my fears — mere water can indeed halt the

Builder’s Children! If a significant amount of moisture pools in the aft boiler,

the result is complete paralysis! The weather has been agreeable of late, but if

a thunderstorm were to strike….

Coltus, I task you with fixing this problem immediately. Water poured directly

into the boiler may shut the Children down, but you must at least be competent

enough to protect them from a simple rain shower!

— Father Karras

Dearest Lizzy, May I still call you that? I remember it from when you were just a child. I am writing to see if you know

of any tincture to help our poor afflicted Clive. He is wasting away, barely speaking or moving, staring at a piece of

treasure from his last excursion. The doctors are of no help, and I fear the worst. Little as I wish to, I must beg

your help. If not for yourself, do it for Lord Ember, Clive’s dear friend, and your, dare I say, betrothed? Or for the

memory of your dear mother, whom I do remember fondly.

Yours, Lady Eleanor Warwick

My errand in the city is done, but it’s for nothing – Julian’s medallion has been stolen! If Julian is

fool enough to come now, I’ll still open the side entrance for him, but I fear the outcome. He’ll try to take Ember’s

medallion, and there’ll be blood for sure. If Julian had treated me better, I’d have told him about the new portcullis

protecting the vault, and the switch that opens it in Lord Ember’s chamber. But I cannot carry on this farce of serving

two masters. One way or another, the two dogs are going to fight this out, the scared poodle and the whipped cur.

I only hope my part in this is never discovered. If it is, I’ll say I never told Julian about the portcullis. Maybe

that’ll be enough.

This house is not safe for me – my spy tells me Julian is planning a bloody return.

I spend my evenings in the city to avoid this, but still I go armed day and night with blade and venom. If necessary

I can flee at a moment’s notice, with the little treasure I acquired from the armory. Until then, I have this sham

marriage to make with a sham husband – I care not which of them it is now, the arsenic will do for either. Ember touched

me again today – just on the hand, but it was horrible. Interesting letter from Lady Warwick. Ember’s suffering must

be exquisite. Watching his only friend slowly waste away to nothing – better than any poison I could deliver.

The Opal is what’s important. Julian will stop at nothing to take it from me, and I cannot become

complacent. Even if he subverts the guards, they cannot get by the new portcullis – I alone control the switch, here by

my desk, where I am safe. This castle is rotten with conspiracy. Were it not for dear Elizabeth I’m sure I would lose my

mind. Even the portrait of Mortimer the Mad stares down at me from the stairwell balcony as if to name me unworthy of the

Opal (those eyes! surely Arlek was the greatest of the Old Masters). I ought to guard it more carefully – it’s worth all

the other paintings combined. So quiet here tonight. Since Lord Warwick died there’s no one left to talk to. My only

friend! Why did you waste away staring at that abominable cursed stone! I’m certain there was some witchery involved.

I hear they have donated it to the Wieldstrom Museum, and good riddance.

Benwick – Ill news from the city – the medallion’s missing! Julian cries treason, of course. Which of the cousins could

have done it? Nestor PS: If it’s you, tell me, and I am with you. It was cleverly done.

At dinner tonight, if I wear my green gloves, do nothing. If I wear the red gloves, and hold the goblet

with my right hand, then send payment. If the left hand, release the hawks. All of them.

Nestor – I’ve had the sergeant-at-arms sacked…again! The gilded helm you won at the Summersday tourney has

gone missing. Did Julian take it? It’s worth quite a bit, sentimental value aside.

Bertram

Benwick Julian’s medallion is gone. Why would Ember steal it, and then construct a second lock? But if

Ember didn’t steal it, who did? What does he know?

Bertram

All Guards Take Note! A portcullis has been installed in the basement, in front of the Rutherford vault,

as added protection for the Bloodline Opal. Only Lord Ember has the ability to open the portcullis. Lord Ember expects his

cousin Julian to try for the gem soon. Be on watch for anything suspicious.

Captain Williams

Cousin- Ember’s efforts to protect the Opal go beyond reasoning. He’s installed a new portcullis in the cellar, in

front of the vault door. As for the mechanism that controls it – my men have searched everywhere with no results.

Everywhere but Ember’s own chambers, that is. If you find out anything – let me know. Ember readies himself for Julian’s

return. He keeps his Rutherford Medallion always nearby, and not just because of its value in gold. Lady Elizabeth must

have sensed what is coming. I’m sure you’ve noted her absence as well? As for us – we must play to whomever is the

victor. Our time will come. Above all, beware.

Cousin C.

The world as I once knew it was a place of magic – full of mystery and

inhabited by creatures of glamour and terror. The men who lived there lit their

bonfires and wondered at what crept and lurked in the darkness outside their weak

circles of light. All their dreams, their aspirations and dreads,

come from that darkness.

Now, as the forces of “progress” cover the meadows in brick and cobblestone, as they

replace the majestic loft of tree with the blocky ponderousness of building, they also

light the world in their electric, actinic glare. With the lighting of the shadows, man

loses his ability to fear, and to dream.

The night, once the font of the unknown,

becomes only the lack of the sun. I have conceived of a plan to revive the darkness,

to bring a resurrection of the ability to fear and dream. And, once my dark project is

realized, they shall know again to fear and love their Lord.

-Constantine

Draws the scribed Star, marks the Compasses. The Eye, shows the

marksey lines of power.

Marks the Compass Borning, the Compass Leaf, the Stormsie Compass, the

Flamesie Compass, the Compass Tidestream, the Compass Stone, the

Compass Darkness.

Weights each Starsie point with Elements of the Compass, with pure

truest. Weights the Center with the Eye, fed mansblood, sees the

Compasses and the bloodtrail to the trueworld.

Each Compass walks the Elements forth, paints to the Eye colors of

heartsmaw Chaos, for follow the Eye back to the mansie world.

Binds the Eyevisions, gathers the sights the glories, open fulls the

Eye to See forth the world, bloodcalled, compasspainted, chaosfed,

paintings on the world the image is showed.

Brother Ortham of the Mechanists

Anglewatch, Dayport

Captain Blouf

First City Bank and Trust Guard

100 Gentry Boulevard, North Quarter

Cpt. Blouf,

Fact: The security of thy bank is double, nay, tenfold what ’twas but a few months ago, and thou art paying fewer human guards for their fallible efforts. Thou owest this fact to us, for we of the Mechanist Order do believe in generosity, e’en more when it opens the eyes of commoners to the values of our goodly innovations, though the situation is not one of mutual benefit. Therefore it didst pain me greatly to read that thou believest the level of bank security at present to be ‘enough’! The plan I outlined to thee most assuredly called for more security machines, and for greater care in deployment than thou hast currently there. We of the Mechanist Order shall feel sufficiently confident in the safety of our valuables only when no humans be employed by the Bank for this purpose. In particular thou dost continue to protest the proposed changes to the vault door, so I shall take now the time to give thee a most full explanation of why it must be replaced. As previously stated, thy current time lock is a security risk because ’tis external to the vault. Whence ’twas installed, the Hammerites chose to compromise security in this way, for ’twould be impossible to ever open the vault again in the event that the time lock experienced some failure. However, Mechanist engineering far exceeds that of the Hammers, and thusly, our time lock hath many redundant timing mechanisms, any of which can complete to bring about the opening of thy vault door. If ’tis too complex for thee, thou simply need to understand this: Currently ’tis possible to manipulate the time lock to cause the vault to open ahead of schedule. The new vault lock wilt not be so grievously flawed, and there wilt be no chance of critical mechanical failure. Within a month, we shalt send a team of engineers to thy bank for to upgrade the time lock and inspect thy security placement. I expect there shalt be no further issues. Thy patrons and managers shalt no doubt be pleased at the increase in security. Sincerely, Brother Ortham

G -

Tried me a creak at First City B&T come two years back. More than I

was skopped out for, tell you that, not my best o jobs. Had me a left

little finger afore that, for one. Trouble be, the place spents a

full purse on the damned TILE floors. Couldn’t take a step back nor

fort, should I set an echo up to the roof. Had me a dram more o

nerve, mights have gone slow-feet enough and get by, or wait

patientlike till the thugmen be past. But no, had me to go and raise

a noise on that tile and out they jump. No worry for you, mate,

all your talents. But for me, well, get me a coin and prick your

ears samewise, seems a fair trade.

-Zhan

All Clerks:

Please refrain from addressing clients by name. Some clients have

expressed nervousness that they are known personally, that the

details of their finances are available to someone who would

recognize them on the street. We must make a point of deliberate

impersonality in all our dealings with clients.

All Clerks:

THIS IS NOT A BAKERY! We do not throw in an extra coin for every

twelve! Individual logbooks WILL BE AUDITED WEEKLY.

Parcell -

I hear there’s a coppermonger on Center Street who’s offering good

prices for halfpence minted more than twenty years ago. Something

about luck charms – guess the luck of the city’s been pretty bad

the past couple decades. What think you, the pair of us go through

the halfpenny stores after hours tonight?

-Will

I’ve half a mind to plead with Captain Blouf to ignore his managers

and give that damn Brother Ortham what he’s got coming! Every time they

come from a meeting, Blouf seems like a kettle about to boil over,

but he follows his orders and treats Ortham with respect. When Ortham

was in here last week, he was going on and on about his metal guards and

faces, where to put them properly and such, how we were showing such ’poor

judgement’, and Captain Blouf just listened and nodded! In the six years

that I’ve worked here, not one security breach has occurred. Poor judgement,

indeed!

I have oft wondered these past days why Master Banker Tyler has

been in such a disposition. Frequently he comes in late or not at all,

and his former liveliness is gone. For weeks now he has seemed to droop

and mope, his spirits quite downcast. Though he is past the prime of his

life, not so his career. In time, he could rise to a new pinnacle of

wealth and power. At first I thought he was forlorn that the bank did not

ride the financial winds of change in the city as best it might, that

change marks an opportunity for wealth that we have missed. I thought

perhaps Master Tyler erroneously took on a burden for being neglectful.

But now I fear that his situation is worse, that misfortune has befallen

him or his family.

Davell,

I’m sure you’ve heard the news: that Tyler’s physician diagnosed his ailment as fatal, predicting not more than 3 months of life remaining. The question on both of our minds is surely the same: Who shall replace him as Master Banker? And perhaps you have come to the same conclusion - that his nephew Morrow will have unfair precedent over us for that position. For the better of First City Bank and Trust, and our own wallets, I suggest that we somehow eliminate Morrow as competition. Then between the two of us, may the best banker be selected! Perhaps we can slander his good name in some way. What are your thoughts? - Flemion

Flemion,

Surely you are being facetious when you say that Morrow has a good name.

I don’t doubt that given leave, Tyler would select his nephew as the next

Master Banker, but it is not just you and I who realize that he has the

aptitude of a frog. I cannot count the number of times I’ve overheard a

clerk joking at some foolish remark Morrow has made. The idea that one

of us be Master Banker instead is of course the right one. But your

thinking is shortsighted, and I have a plan that will generate more

wealth for us in the end.

We will protest Morrow’s selection as Master Banker (not so much as to

prevent it), and we will recommend that each other be selected instead.

Morrow will be selected as Master Banker, he will fail at that role

miserably, and as dissatisfaction with him grows, so will confidence

in the two of us. When they request that we replace Morrow, we hold out

(ostensibly out of prudence) until, out of desperation, they increase

the salary of the position to one-and-one-half times what it is now.

Only then will we accept.

So what do you think of this idea, then?

- Davell

Davell,

You are quite shrewd, my good colleague. One item your scheme did not cover: which of us shall replace Morrow as Master Banker? For this I have an intriguing answer, one that guarantees an increase in pay for us both. We make a pact now that, no matter which of us is selected as Master Banker by the plan you outlined, we combine our mutual salaries after the promotion and each gets an equal share. By my calculations, this will leave us both with over twice what we are now earning. What say you, sir? - Flemion

Flemion,

I think not. As you say, may the best banker be selected. - Davell

Thank you my good, fellow bankers for you’re attendance here tonight and thank

you, to my Uncle Tyler for picking me too be the next person, who will be in the

Position of the Master Banker because he knows like all of you do that I will do

the best job at that job and that in my Capable Hands the first city bank and Trust

will grow in prominince, and wealth in the city. Our valued clients, will continue

to fill our coffers with there wealth which we will have used to generate more

revenue to improve our wages and our services to our clients which are always

improving. For that is really what are goals must be and we must all continue to

focus on the important issues at the bank which are our goals: to make money and to

please are clients.

Alfred Hurley

Beloved brother of Alyssa, a devout citizen and pious woman who dost attend services most regular. May the Builder find

a place in his House for him.

Alyssa Hurley

Here lies a pious woman, killed most wrongly in the prime of life. May the Builder welcome her into the House he hast
built.

Brother Severence – ’Tis gone from bad to worse! We managed to bury the body – finally! But the graveyard hast become

quite o’ergrown with plants of all types. No manner of ax nor blade can halt their unnatural growth. We fear ’tis

Pagan magics. But we know not how they accomplished it! Do please advise us, if thou hast any idea how to proceed.

Most vexedly,

Brother Archibald

Brother Herald – It brings be naught but woe to write it, but the Procession of the Sacrosanct Cup must be canceled

this season. Perhaps forever. For ‘tis no use to proceed without the Builder’s Chalice, so recently stolen from us.

I’m sure thou wilt agree. Later we must decide how to sort the worthy from the lesser. The absence of our holy relic

weighs heavily upon us. May the Builder give us the strength to smite our foes.

In sadness,

Brother Askew

Here lies Bernard Farkus

Murdered in cold blood before his time

Beloved brother of Emily and Clive

In memory of Lady Olivia Bafford

Sister to Lord Bafford

Beloved of Many

Here lies E. Dowerty

Died in his sleep

Ramirez

Loved his Burricks

Penelope Oddbody

May you find the peace in death that you never found in life

This is the grave of Samuel Quintus

Died in a brothel and brought shame to his family

Brethren – This water, blessed by the Builder, is for thy use. Tis the job of the novices to replenish thy supply

when it doth run low. Shouldst thou find it empty, speakst thou to Brother Kai, the Master of Novices.

Brother Severence – Twould be much appreciated if thou wouldst advise us on a matter that hast arisen here. A devout

woman hast come to us and asked if her brother might be buried in our sacred burial ground. To this we readily agreed,

as the woman dost come to services every day. But, no sooner didst we attempt the burial, when a plague of undead

didst set upon us! Twas so many that we didst retreat to the safety of the chapel. After gathering forces anew, we

smote the zombies – and right well! Yet each time we fell these putrid foes, a new wave of them dost arise from

the ground. ’Tis a curse of some kind, to be sure. If thou hast some advice, then, I pray thee, bring it forth soon!

Brother Archibald

Brother Archibald

Thou didst right in contacting me. As for the woman and her departed sibling, ’tis unlikely they

art as pious as presented. For, to be sure, thou art sorely besieged with Trickster magics. There is no remedy, save

checking the area for any Pagan Shamans. Beware, these cursed purveyors of the Trickster’s enchantments art dangerous

indeed. Only a Shaman wouldst have the power to have set upon thee the plague of undead thou hast suffered. I will

pray thee finds the offending Shaman soon, and bringest unto him most forcefully, the teachings of the Builder.

Brother Severence

Who shall watch the watchers? Who shall keep the Keepers? Alas, there is no one. No one to watch us.

No one to keep us. This conclusion fills us with dread. For even a Keeper should not be left unchecked.

So it became our work to plan for the worst possible contingencies. If at some distant time in the future,

should the Keepers become unbalanced, then only our work now would stand in the way of disaster.

This is why we labored so long and hard to create the Last of All Glyphs. Yet our best thinkers were not satisfied.

What if, for some reason unknown, it came into play too soon? Before these future Keepers had a chance to complete

an important task? So we devised the Sentients, each a separate key, each with a will of its own. The Heart, the

Crown, the Paw, the Chalice, and the Eye. They would not consent to the journey, which would culminate in their

annihilation, until the time was ripe and the One was present. To ensure success, five Keepers were recruited to make

the crucial sacrifices. And so, the Last of All Glyphs, our safeguard, stands ready against Keeper corruption. I hope

we have done service to the future. May the Unwritten Times never come.

My quest for the five Artifacts – I now have two of the five. The Chalice and the Jacknall’s Paw were easy.

In my capacity as puppeteer for the fool Orland, I was able to have Garrett do the work to acquire them. Then,

when my true nature was revealed, it was a trifle to remove them from the Keepers to the safety of my den, my lair.

For the Heart and the Eye, they are attention seekers – and this has brought them both to the Wieldstrom Museum

where they pass as ordinary displays. There they feed their desire to wound, to entrap, to pollute the minds of

susceptible humans. The Eye is fueled by the flesh eye of my adversary. I wonder what that Sentient will have to say

to me, when I finally hold it in my hands. I wonder if it can comprehend what I have become. As for the location of

the Crown, for so long the glyphs were frustratingly silent. Until recently, when they gave up a secret – that the

Crown is closer now than ever before. I’m sure I will have it soon. Now I must proceed to the museum and steal,

possess, acquire the two Sentients that are there. Soon it will be time for all secrets to be made known.

My quest for the five Artifacts – I now have two of the five. The Chalice and the Jacknall’s Paw were easy.

In my capacity as puppeteer for the fool Orland, I was able to have Garrett do the work to acquire them.

Then, when my true nature was revealed, it was a trifle to remove them from the Keepers to the safety of my den,

my lair. For the Heart and the Eye, they are attention seekers – and this has brought them both to the Wieldstrom

Museum where they pass as ordinary displays. There they feed their desire to wound, to entrap, to pollute the

minds of susceptible humans. The Eye is fueled by the flesh eye of my adversary. I wonder what that Sentient

will have to say to me, when I finally hold it in my hands. I wonder if it can comprehend what I have become. As

for the location of the Crown, for so long the glyphs were frustratingly silent. Until recently, when it was made

clear – the Crown too, has arrived at the Wieldstrom. This brings me extraordinarily close to my goal, my quest

– it is as if the Sentients wish for me to find them. Now I must proceed to the museum and steal, possess, acquire

the remaining Sentients. It is time for all secrets to be made known.

Imagine our great excitement at finding the new glyph. Somersault was the first to discover its secrets. But it

wasn’t long before our excitement grew to concern, then fear. Fear for the future, fear that the glyph could fall

into the hands of an unbalanced mind. For we Keepers are human, and humans have weaknesses. With no way to destroy

it, we enshrined it, sealed it with all manner of glyphs, and have set down these words to speak to the future.

Do not heed the call of the Glyph of Transmutation – the glyph that can be used to steal another’s form. Do not

seek to unlock the seals that hold it. Let it sit, forever unused. And most of all, may balance be with us, the

four entrusted with this terrible knowledge, task, and burden.

Signed,

Keepers Daegar, Somersault, Gamall, and Vandolyn

To the Council – I am nearing the end of my ability to serve as Interpreter. My apprentice, Caduca, though blind,

is highly gifted. She should be my successor when my time is ended. For the future, the prophecies are clear and

rife with warnings. With the help of the young acolyte that chose thievery over us, we shall eventually overcome the

first two trials. Then a third dark age will approach, but here the glyphs are not so clear. Interpreting this

third trial will be Caduca’s life work, and her eventual undoing. She knows this, and accepts her fate with dignity

and balance.

Interpreter Diocen

To the Council- This will be my last missive. The glyphs have taken all from me. I hope my efforts have not been

in vain, and that my warnings have not fallen on deaf ears. I await a resolution on the matter of the glyphs I have

postulated. If there is a Glyph of Transmutation, then there is terrible danger. A shape-shifter glyph would be too

much a temptation for any Keeper. We must scour the old texts for any references to such a glyph. It is possible that

early Keepers found it…but that the knowledge was lost. And it is how that knowledge might have come to be lost,

that brings me great unrest.

Interpreter Diocen

My efforts have met with obstacles, hindrances, delays…but there is a benefit to having Garrett alive.

He can easily do what I cannot. The thief, the sneak. I know everything, and he knows nothing. My success

is assured. It is time for recollection, retrospect. Decades, centuries past. I remember the day Somersault found

the glyph. My glyph. And I knew, even I signed the covenant never to touch it, that it would be mine. It called to

me. It sang me its song. Then it was foolish, trusting Vandolyn who shared with us his insight to use the glyphs

against the accelerated aging. And it worked. Better than I hoped. And now I am more than any of them could have

imagined. Of the recent past. The child Lauryl, whose form I used to hide from the others for so long. Sealed her

grave with the glyphs, so that her skin would be mine for as long as I needed, wanted it. How did she escape?

I still am unsure. And Orland, so easily manipulated by the letters. Signed with a C, any other would have

unearthed my simple ploy. How easy it has been to remove from the Libraries the books that refer to me. And now

for the future. I surmise that there are others following my path, my destiny. All they lack is the Glyph of

Transmutation. And when the time comes, I will give it to them, my brethren, and more. I am become Glyphs. The

time of secrets is almost over. A new age approaches.

Always the thief! His name, always in the prophecies! And where is mine? Am I not just as terrible? Am I not even

more fearsome? I must animate my army in more numbers than before! He will not fulfill his destiny!

Final Glyph / Last of All Glyphs – cross check for other names used? Sentients. Crown – Where?

Check Caduca’s notes on Propheticus.

Lost Beyond Time, Under the Above World (translation incorrect? recheck source) Landmarks? Must be significant.

Relationship to Artifacts?

Auldale Plaza – Bradshaw Monument, — Heart?

Stonemarket Proper – Clocktower, — Chalice? Crown?

Old Quarter – near Fort Ironwood?

Docks – ??

South Quarter – Fountain? Research historical significance.

Eye = exhibit in Wieldstrom Museum. Ancient Keepers = were present when The City was built?

Earliest writings? Check oldest history texts. Why ‘giant’? — Could it be the streets themselves?

Which streets were built already?

Which are the oldest landmarks?

Oldest district? — recheck the texts

Cross check Compendium against ‘failsafe’? or ‘ancient failsafe’? How did ancient Keepers refer to Final Glyph?

I must keep you here with me, secret, yes. Unbinder! You are the Undoer, the Unwriter!

So easily can you destroy my stone warriors, so easily do you unwrite the glyphs that animate them! Why must you

exist? You are like the Last of All Glyphs – a terror to me. But here, in my lair, my home, my den, here you can

do no harm. Garrett would want to see you, take you, use you, yes! With your power he would fear my stone soldiers

no more. One hit with his cursed blackjack, his bludgeon, to the back of the head of my minions, and they would

crumble. But that will not happen. You, Glyph of Unbinding, you will sit unused, unseen, unsung.

Henry and the Hag

Once there was a little boy named Henry who lived with his mother and father. Henry was good most of the time, but

sometimes he disobeyed his parents and went out wandering the streets alone at night. He was hoping to find food for

his parents who often went hungry to make sure Henry had enough. One night Henry came upon an old gray lady.

She asked him to help with a bundle which was too heavy for her. Henry wanted to help the old woman, though he couldn’t

see her face under the gray hood. When Henry stooped to lift the bundle, he did see her face. It was the hag! When the

hag was done eating him, all that was left of Henry was a pile of bones and clothes. When his parents found him the next

day, his mother wept, ‘Oh, if only he had listened to me, and not gone out alone at night!’

The End.

Bob, this is the 4th break-in you’ve failed to stop this month. You even spotted the thief this time, but failed to catch

him, eh? The tenants aren’t going to stay here if we can’t provide security. In short, you’re fired! Gather your things

and get out.

-Mr. Wicket

Garrett
Brother Drept tells me thou’rt doing the Builder’s work for us against the rust mites. Therefore, as reward,

we hath given thee new pipes here in thy quarters. Within them flow medicinal waters. Enjoy this healing font,

thief, and mind you continue the good works. Remember…a few good deeds does not a holy man make.

- Brother Wimble

Tuesday
Finally got the rent money from Garrett, the tenant across the hall. Just in time, too. But taff it all, these payments

are draining me dry! Why is he blackmailing me? I’m not a rich man. I put the rent money in with the other coins I’ve

managed to gather up, and deposited them as the blasted lowlife instructed, underneath an old sewer grate down in Black

Alley. I can’t take much more, making payments every single day like this.

Garrett

Dyan bes having her visionings.

Says you bes doing wellsy for us Pagans – bes greening them cornerstoned for us.
She says we shoulds rewarding you now.

So here bes some more mossing arrows for you. User them wellsy.

- Shaman Singreen

G- I don’t even need to ask. I know you made it into Rutherford Castle. And I know you made it out with the goods.

I’ll be waiting in my shop in Black Alley. Bring the Opal. I’m sure we’ll both make a nice profit on this one.

-Perry

Garrett – My men tell me you visited my home recently, and that you’re quite a famous thief and a very dangerous man.

Yet, it seems I owe you a bit of thanks. Now that I’ve had a few days of rest, I recall a kind stranger bringing me a

glass of wine. That hooded stranger could only have been you. Furthermore, after a thorough search, it is clear that

you did not take my inheritance. I can’t help but think they are wrong about you. There must be some kindness in you,

that you would leave me at least some of my fortune. And so I send you this bottle of wine – a valuable vintage – as

thanks. May we meet again some day. Sincerely,
Edwina Moira

Garrett:

All we can offer you in aid are these crystals and this passage from

one of our oldest books:

“The Trickster’s works, such as they are, are made of the unformed

stuff of the world, not the proper materials the Builder hath taught.

Fire and water, earth and air — these are for the Trickster as brick

and beam are to us. But, like their master, they are flawed.

His Maw is anchored by raw elements, and therein lies its weakness.

Destroy each of its anchors with its opposite, and the Maw must

then follow in their wake."

Garrett: Dost this help thee aught?

" ’Ware thee the rock of crystal, the song of doom. The

heart of mortal man is weak ’gainst its siren call, and temptation

beckons. As nearer thou drawest, the rock waits, until thy heart is

close for its strike, and thy fate is sealed."

’Tis a fragment found in an old record warning of the Maw.

Reed- Keeper them Bronze Beetle with you always. Bes you never let it out of your sights. Dyan tolded me she

had a visioning it would be stolen from us by a cityfool! Bes not let that happen. If you bes need to sleeps,

then keepers it locked in something nearby – there bes a strongsy chest where we all sleepsies.

May them Woodsy Lord -them greats and terrible Trickster – bes watching over you, and our precious Bronze Beetle.

Shaman Woodbine

Monday -

Well, we’ve made an arrangement with the – well I guess I’ll call them the P’s, for safety sake. They’ll use our

garden and such, with a fellow named Scythe tending the crops. Not sure why the wife and I were in such a giving

mood. But those plums the woman brought were beyond delicious.

Saturday –

Dinner was a disaster. The spread was first rate, from the garden, but no sooner did we sit when that old biddy

Lorna screams and jumps out of her chair. Points at the window, saying something was watching her. I tried to calm

her, but then the ‘something’ let out a yowl. Everyone left in a panic – Harriet in tears.

Monday -

I don’t want to worry Harriet, but I daren’t go in the garden. I used to go and check on things, but now I’m an

unwelcome stranger, and most of the crops I don’t recognize. What do they need all those people for? I asked about

a hole they were digging, and Scythe gave me a look. Put a chill right down my spine.

Thursday -

I’m going to confront Scythe. A man should be able to walk his own garden without fear. And for what, carrots

and apples? This arrangement with the Pagans hasn’t worked out, and now it ends. We never agreed to all these

strangers coming and going! And we never agreed to those horrible things, whatever they are."

Cursings on the Manfools Oh Woodsie Lord, oh Trickster, oh Greens and Leafy King, bes you giver my curses them power

of them woods and the speed of them winds. Giver you my curses them potent of the seas. For the cityman who beated

his horse. Be cursing him with them blackening sickness. I bes burn them cornsilks on that fullsy moon – and whisper

them words that bringers on them bruising. He bes dead by next moon. For the cityman who choppered them trees.

Be cursing him with them itchings. I bes offered them mice to the itch ivy patch – and they spirits be finders the

cityman. First he bes itch and itch. Then soon the madness bes follow. Bes I thanker you, Trickster, greensy father

of us all.

Mummy doesn’t know who the dancing men are, but they come to my window and whisper as I comb my hair in the moonlight.

They know things about olden times. Mummy doesn’t know anything. Dancing men wants me to come with them, but I don’t

think Mummy would like it. I’m hiding my golden comb in my bedroom rafters. Just in case. They wants me to come.

Give plumsies and teases me. Warm nights coming, and long long summer.

Tonight will investigate multiple reports from the vicinity – nighttime looting, strange chanting, drumming, odd smells,

illegal animals. Unusual with Stonemarket and St. Edgar’s Church so close by. No need for extra guards, I think I can

handle this one on my own.

Woodbine- Bes you not touch the ruby Hammer Statuette you founded in them ruined factory wall. Bes it fullsy of

Hammerhead magics and poison. It bes curses them earth all arounds it. Only them hand of them Trickster himself

can takers it away. I bes feared what would happen if a Pagan touchered it. Them Hammerheads must have lefted

it there on purpose to danger us, and tempting us with them golden shines. Dyan

All Shamans- To havering the Jacknall’s Paw, first must be done the Ritual of the Root. None can taker the Paw

without the Ritual – which bes known only to us Shaman. If them Paw is tookered without the ritual, them Jacknall’s

Paw bes will kills they that tookered it. The foolsy Pugleaf bes deaded this way, in his forgetting. Bes will

none us ever forget agains.

Shaman Woodbine

Givers three gifts in the taproot cave. Givers them each on the Givering Altar markings .

— Givers first the water, on the Givering Altar, for the Heartoak to takers for the Paw.

Bes the First and Olders of the gifts o’ the Woodsie. Bes the water feeders the plants,

bes the water feeders the birds and the foxers, bes the water feeders the Folk o’ the Woodsie.

— Givers next the moss, on the Givering Altar, for the Heartoak to takers for the Paw.

Bes the Second and Greeners of the gifts o’ the Woodsie. Bes the moss to feeders the trees,

bes the moss to smooth the earth.

— Givers last the bloods or the fleshes, on thems bloody marking , for the Heartoak to takers

for the Paw. Bes the Third and

Greaters of the gifts o’ the Woodsie. Bes the blood, bes the lifers of the man, bes feeders
thems who eat hims and bes keeps

the tellings o’ the hearts.

Fangwort

Maker you suresy Leafer bes getting them map of them sanctuary to me befores sunbreak. You not let

him wasting time and hide in them sewers again.

Woodbine

Cress and Baccy- Finders you anyone or anything in them mines that bes NOT a Pagan – thenbes you deading

it and feeder them fleshes to the bloodroots. Bes wemust stayer secreted.

Shaman Singreen

I don’t understand what is happening to the neighborhood. Custom has fallen off, and the noises at night…

Where is the City Watch? Was the moon always so large, so bright? Master says we must look for a new location,

and to close up shop. The valuable things will go in the basement. They can’t have got in there, yet.

Garrett – Surprised, are we, to see a note, a paper naming you by your very own name? Are you answering your questions,

or are you simply questioning your answers? I know what you seek, and you seek what I know.

The Imbris Analects finally arrived by ship, undamaged by the salt spray. Our agents were able to secure it, though the

price was quite steep. The captain seemed surprised that the package contained no platinum or diamonds, as he could

conceive of no objects of greater value. It has been brought to the Scribe Room for immediate transcription.

There is indeed something amiss with Garrett, but I am not convinced of his guilt. The prophecies do not lie. The

clocktower speaks ill of the future. First Keeper Orland acts hastily. The balance is no longer within him, and I

fear for the future of our order. I could use my Keeper Ring to open the passages leading to his quarters, but

suppose I found nothing to validate the intrusion? I can only hope that my night journeys uncover something before

I am discovered acting outside protocol. Keeper Morrow has gifted the Order with a set of golden scales.

It speaks to what we have become, that such a trinket, precious only for its metal, is so valued.

They have been placed on display in the Elder’s Library – perhaps I am mistaken, and they will serve to inspire.

At last, I may have learned something of the one who lies dormant. My investigation may take several days,

and I must leave without permission. Will I be the next to be accused of treachery? It hardly matters. I do

not even bring my robes and my ring with me, for fear that if I die, our secrets may be compromised.

To trace the history of the Artifacts is to trace a history of strife and chaos. Where they appear, war follows, or

catastrophe. Several factions have ascribed a beneficent purpose, or even a religious origin to the Artifacts that fall

into their hands, but they delude themselves. An Artifact serves no master but itself. To name them ‘Artifacts’, as if

they shared one origin or motive, is misleading. Several are sentient, but whether they share a common sentience is

unknown. They have never gathered in one place. To speculate what might happen is beyond current knowledge – the end of

the world, or the beginning of something entirely new. Following the movements of these elusive objects is relatively easy,

as each subsequent owner falls prey to their influences. An exception to this is The Crown, the whereabouts of which is

unknown. References to it can be found in Pagan mythologies, who believe it was given by the Trickster to an offshoot

race, though we can find no evidence that this race ever existed.

Keeper Emory, I spied an initiate reading the Bafford Chronicles in the Dining Hall this eve. Such travesties of the

written word may have their place in a nobleman’s store, but are inappropriate here. The monetary value of this book

matters not to a scholar. See to it that the book is removed from the hall and destroyed.

The Blue Flame

Requires no fuel yet burns without ceasing

The blue flame blazes, the deadly shadows amass, the pendulum swings in wider and wider arcs. Our efforts have garnered

not balance, but chaos, and the Unwritten Times will be upon us. The first sign was mapped out in darkness in the return

of the Trickster. The Eye was opened, and the City seemed sure to fall into madness. The balance tipped from

civilization towards savagery. While the darkness was defeated by the True Keeper, trickery thrown back onto the

Trickster himself, the balance shifted, and the second sign was graven in steel. Iron triumphed over flesh and leaf,

and the Hammer faction stood in full force behind a mad prophet. The machine fell to its own power, and the prophet’s

tongue was stilled, but the pendulum swings yet. Both factions, greenwood and machine, will again strive against

each other and the world will turn between them. All will be darkness and shadow, and the future shall be unwritten

forever.

Malcontent (Hammer) – A member of the lower class who has publicly spoken against the worship of the Builder.

Malefactor (Hammer) – One who has actively tried to harm the religion of the Builder. Could theoretically be applied

to a Hammerite actively trying to harm the religion of the Wood Lord, but not applied to such by the Hammerite church.

Manfool (Pagan) – A non-believer, especially an urban resident.

Mechanist Religion – A schism of the Hammerite Religion (see) formed by the prophet Karras. The Mechanists were

characterized by a focus on machinery and technology, and an overwhelming desire to destroy elements of nature.

After the destruction of their primary cathedral Soulforge and the death of Karras, the religion was disbanded.

See Hammerite Heresy Trials, The for more information.

Until further notice, all Glyph Doors shall be sealed. Until the Brethren and Betrayer has been dealt with, we

cannot allow unfettered travel through our compound. Acolytes should take care to travel in pairs, and remain

vigilant.

I have given the matter consideration. Direct Garrett to steal the Jacknall’s Paw from the Pagans, and the Builder’s

Chalice from the Hammer fanatics, for study. This will prove him worthy to hear the prophecies, and will reflect well

upon you that directs him, and we will gain valuable knowledge from their secrets.

I am sure you have been concerned as well as I over Garrett’s motives, and I applaud your caution. I advise that you

restrict his access to the upper libraries in particular. Those books are our most prized repositories of knowledge,

and we cannot risk them being ill-used.

Now is the time to act with decision and certainty, and see that things fall as you wish. If you arrange for Garrett to

escape, then Keeper law and custom will brand him a traitor ever more strongly than you can alone. And then you shall

have no choice but to call for his demise.

-C.

Glyphwarden Ruehan – Have you heard of any further untoward behavior on the part of the glyphs in the Scribarium? Be sure

to make note of exactly which scribes and which glyphs have proved difficult. Notify me immediately should any further

changes occur

I wonder if Caduca keeps secrets even to herself. Twice, she has sent me a note with instructions, but said nothing in

council. But she speaks little beyond prophecy. I am not pleased that the Council allows Garrett back into our midst.

He cares nothing for balance, or the knowledge we guard. Even Artemus will rue this decision. I take no joy in being

proven right about Garrett, for it resulted in the death of my most trusted colleague. Had I stood more strongly

against him, Caduca would not now be dead. And none has the skill to take her place as Interpreter. Gamall is far

untrained, but she is all we have. I must make arrangements for her promotion. Another note has arrived in the hand

I knew as Caduca’s. If it is her – no, that is madness. If not her, then who have I obeyed for so long? Our halls

are not safe. I am binding the Keeper Door Glyphs shut so all must pass in full view. The Enforcers have had no

luck destroying Garrett – he has learned more of our secrets than we thought. Tonight, I shall see if I still remember

the art of the unseen. If Garrett is in the City, I shall find him, and the Enforcers will finish this. With the

Binding Seal still in place and kept safely in my room, no one may enter through the Old Quarter passage. Only when

Garrett is dead shall I melt the seal with fire, lest our safety be compromised.

City Report, #236

Factional discontent is rising. The pagans, long in hiding, have begun to move covertly, co-opting the weak and unwary

into their schemes. The Hammerite temples have begun to send out patrols openly again, ostensibly to guard against

pagans, but they are not above taking action against other sinners they encounter.

City Report, #237

Several Hammer patrols have been pelted with garbage and offal; a tavern believed to house a pagan storehouse was burned

to the ground. I renew my recommendation, that a concerted effort be made to turn both Pagan and Hammerite energies

elsewhere, before it is too late.

City Report, #238

At all times of the day, honest citizens fear to walk alone, lest they be mistaken for one faction or another.

First Keeper Orland, you cannot continue to ignore these reports because they are inconvenient! The wrong catalyst

might throw the City into open war. This is not balance, but chaos. Where are we?

Keeper Kasadra – I am anxious to see what is happening in the City of late. Bring me a copy of your reports as quickly

as possible. Artemus will use his Keeper Ring to provide you access to the passages leading to my quarters.

-First Keeper Orland

Transcription of received volumes must be current, with at least three true copies of all new works, and four true copies

of Compendia. Acquisition of knowledge is an arduous journey; to lose what we have learned takes but a moment. The

brethren and betrayer seeks to destroy all that we have. Do not let sloth become his ally.

The coming of the Third Dawn shall be seen upon the land as the beginning of the end, as the opening of the Unwritten

Times. The order of the glyphs shall be touched by the ancient and the wretched, and the words of the glyphs shall unwind.

Ah, wondrous discovery! For the chance to

learn here, I would excuse Karras far more than

he hath done…..

Mayhap I spoke too soon. Of all the wonders

our Ancestors hath left for our discovery, Karras

is fascinated by only the smallest portion. Yet,

without his aid, ’twould be naught to explore….

Still more rust gas hath arrived. I sent it as

well to the lava, for I cannot convince Karras

how little use we have for it. If only the

Cetus Amicus could carry more digging

supplies instead……

Site 2 goes best; it hath yielded up what

Karras wanted, and now we explore its greater

mysteries. How beloved of the Builder these

Ancestors must have been, for surely he did

show them all matter of wonders we can barely

comprehend!……..

Time will be short for my side projects, at

least until the next shipment. Even then,

I fear more unreasonable demands,

until there is barely time to sleep,

lest we fail to meet Karras’

schedule ……

Mechanist Sermons of the Builder:

Seeking the Path of the Builder

Dry thy tears, lady, and find cheer. Blessed

are they who strive for perfection. Build

thyself a perfect house of brick and metal.

No straw shalt thou use, neither in thy roof

nor in thy bricks. No windows shalt there be,

nor doorways nor dens. Sit thee there for fifty

days and fifty nights, neither food shalt thou eat,

nor water shalt thou drink. Look thou at neither

sun nor moon. Feel not the wind, nor muse at the

passing clouds. At the end of those days and nights,

than shalt thou know a perfect calm,and then thou

mayest walk with me in my domain.

Hymn 32: As the shaft to the gear.

As the shaft to the gear,

Turn me, Master Builder.

As the gear to the cog,

Show me the way.

As the coal to the furnace,

I burn for thee.

Let the Builder return.

Builder, see what we have done in thy name.

Voice of the Prophet: Karras Speaks

Transcribed Sermons

I stood before the legions and spoke, that

they might understand. ’Seest thou what I have

made? These are the Eyes of Karras, that will

watch over thee, even as thou sleepest. They

will watch thy post, even if thou art fallen.

Never shalt thou be alone, whilst the Eyes of

Karras are with thee. And see thou this also?

’Tis the Judgement of Karras, and it is deadly,

yet fear it not, thou followers of Karras, good

Mechanists all. For the Judgement of Karras will

eliminate they who do not believe, they who would

stop us, they who are the enemies of progress and

enlightenment. So, my friends, go you now and place

the Eyes of Karras, and the Judgement of Karras.

Place them well, that thou shalt be protected forever.

Let us look forward to the blessed day, when all fear

shall cease.’ And there was great rejoicing, and they

placed mine Eyes and my Judgements all about.

New Scripture of the Master Builder

Innermost Thoughts

I dreamt that the Builder came unto me. We walked

together amid the empty buildings. No tree barred

our path, no creatures scurried forth. No foot fell

there, save ours. So pleased was He with all I had

done that he turned my flesh to iron with a wave of

His mighty hand. I wept with joy, tears as slick

as mercury, and thanked him for his gifts.

Great is the power of the Master Builder.

Site 5 hath been set aside for Brother Cavador and

his private staff. No other presence shall be

tolerated here.

The cog seeks not the furnace, nor the kindling

the gear. Let the design of the Builder guide

thee to thy place.

The New Scripture of the Master Builder

(draft, page 31)

Master Builder, Your time is nigh upon us! My protective chamber

is nearly complete, and therein shall Karras retreat. Soon the

Servants will be given away. Karras shall create a Guiding Beacon,

and with it Karras, in His wisdom, shall call the Servants back to

Soulforge Cathedral to be modified with improvements, should any be

necessary. Then at last shall all doubt be erased from My mind and

all chance of failure overcome. Then shall Karras take the steps to

bring Your Paradise to the world!

Take heed: If thou must halt the gears, then thou MUST slow their speed before thou use the Halting Mechanism.

NEVER use the Halting Mechanism with the Coal Dispenser Lever thrown and the Steam Pressure Valve closed, or the

gears wilt be thrown from their track. The gears art powered by the steam of the boiler. If thou must start the

furnace cold, pull thou the lever for the coal dispenser, only until such coal as needed hath fallen. Leave not

the dispenser open, or the furnace wilt burn too hot and the gears spin too fast and mark the time too quickly.

The Steam Pressure Escape Valve shouldst be closed only when thou dost clean the mechanism. Closing the valve wilt

prevent excess steam from escape, then the pressure wilt build greatly. Therefore, thou must not close the valve

whilst the gears art turning, lest they spin too fast and mark the time in error.

Brethren:

Thy time is not thine own – it needs must be devoted to the great work of our Order. When thou taketh thy repast, have

care that thou dost not congregate with thy fellows, lest thou lure thyself and thy fellows into delay. Proper time

for prayer mayst be taken at dawn, at noon, at eventide, and at night.

And then came the Builder to the forge of the smith, and watched He and listened.

Didst then the smith put an ingot upon his anvil, and lift his hammer, and didst then the Builder breathe upon the

ingot, that it became gold. Then didst the smith cry out ’What hath become of my good and fine iron? How canst

I forge a blade, or a tool? This hath much worth, but no worthiness.’ And didst then the Builder breathe upon the

smith, that he lay down his hammer and his body, and didst come to stand by the right hand of the Builder for all time.

In the coming days, the Builder’s wrath shalt smite the pagan heretics. Some wilt go to Fort Ironwood in Old Quarter,

some wilt remain here, that the clock lose no second of marked time. ’Tis a worthy thing to strike for the Builder,

but ’tis also a great and worthy thing to shoulder the burden of two, when thou do His work.

Any smith canst divide an ingot into twenty and four pieces of equal weight. Any forger canst split a rod into

sixty shavings, set them to a bolt. ’Tis good work, but common. Only these brethren, in mine keeping, canst split a

day into twenty and four pieces, canst split an hour into sixty shavings of equal time.

He hath set his will, not ’gainst our success, but ’gainst our sloth. So must we be shaped ever stronger in His forge.

But ’tis at times overmuch for me, and I seek the remedy I hath purchased for myself at great cost. The alchemy of

time hath made of the grape a solace for the Builder’s trials – none but mine own lips shalt taste of it.

To name myself, His tool, as greater than the work – ‘twas Karras’s folly and sin, and I shalt not follow that path.

’Twas also the folly of Greidus, and ’twas punished for it, for no sooner hadst he issued invitation to all to witness

as he drank from the Chalice, then wast it stolen away.

Trondheim,

You were correct in recommending Tol Camrick and Sons for our recent

contracting needs. Their craftsmanship is truly remarkable, as evidenced

by our new armory door — it’s made of pit-forged steel, interwoven with

black iron and coated with a titanium resin…or something like that.

The sun itself could not blast that portal open.

In the unlikely event that we are attacked, the men should come to one of us

to gain access to the armory. (Remember the thirty-day siege at Castle Morendrum,

old friend? Ah, now those were the days!) It is truly a shame that the men

must be kept from the very tools of their profession, but such blatant misuse

of gas arrows simply cannot be tolerated. Alas, that poor Burrick….

— Mollick

Master Guest List:

Dorcas Goodfellow — In Attendance

Lord Bafford — In Attendance

Madame Deniere — Declined Invitation (Pagan sympathizer?)

Lord Gervaisius — In Attendance

Ramirez — No Response

Sir Christopher — In Attendance

Marie Eleanora — In Attendance

ArchDuke Damor — In Attendance

Pernillious Pennybuckle, esq. — In Attendance

Master Willey — In Attendance, but quietly escorted off

tower grounds (wanton drunkenness)

Duchess Alexandra Kurenov — In Attendance

Lady Louisa — In Attendance

Squire Shaunus — Declined (touring with the city’s rumpleball league)

Lady Van Vernon — In Attendance

Joseph Fieldstone — In Attendance

The Bumblesons, Winifred & Archibald — In Attendance

Thistlewell — In Attendance

Evelle de Ravencourt — In Attendance

The Rothchilds, Frederick & Penelope — No response (misplaced invitation?)

Sir McAllister Crom — In Attendance

BrandyRidge — In Attendance

Madame Robilard — In Attendance

Lord Carlysle — In Attendance (Retired Early)

Lord and Lady Rumford — In Attendance

Sir Allard McCrellis — In Attendance

Bandly Rofthoffer — Declined (on holiday in Shalebridge)

Friend Vilnia,

Note thee well the following. ’Tis the final listing of the voice machines.

Make it thy task to be sure the Servants have them placed and working before

the arrival of tonight’s guests.

Voice Machine 1 — Central Concourse

Voice Machine 2 — Library

Voice Machine 3 — Chapel

Voice Machine 4 — Dining Room

Voice Machine 5 — Gallery

Voice Machine 6 — Ballroom

Further, forget not the machine for our special guest.

— Karras

Star gazer’s journal, 67th evening of observation

I can stand it no longer. Since my first examinations of that distant globe,

that glorious blue jewel, I knew my time here in the city was at an end. For how

could I possibly remain content in this quagmire of filth, corruption, and

religious fanaticism when there exists a whole new world just within reach,

ripe for exploration?

The means of my departure is almost within my grasp, despite a recent setback.

Brellick was a fine young servant, and a dedicated laboratory assistant. Oh,

the anguish, as I removed his entrails from the plaza’s great statue! And, worst

of all, I realize it was my miscalculations that cost the lad his life.

How could I have been so stupid! The scientific principle is sound, I am sure:

Using my patented sunburst device — an explosive of the highest magnitude — a

thick wooden box can travel the distance needed to reach the stars. How foolish

of me to forget the protective layer of lead!

But the past is exactly that, and it’s time to move on. I have hired a new assistant,

a drunken old crone name Hilde, who will make the test flight. The sunburst device

will simply be placed under the box and ignited from a distance, and Hilde will

soar to that beautiful new world!

Once there, she is to communicate with me via smoke signal when it is safe for me

to proceed. She is, of course, a bit nervous about the proceedings, but a pint

of aged gin should be enough to put her fears to rest.

To the stars!

Horticulturist’s Log

— Growing a new strain of mushroom, supplied by my new friends. They actually

give off a substantial amount of light. I’m considering abandoning the powered

lamps and replacing them all with mushrooms. I can imagine the look on Theodore’s face!

— Longdaddy has proven to be quite the gardner’s assistant. Today he intercepted

a carrion diver that was headed right for the rhododendron. Those little buggers

have destroyed more of my plants than I care to remember. I may just let Longdaddy

web up the entire eastern end of the greenhouse if it will stop the insects from

getting through.

— I’ve been contracted out to build an enormous terrarium for Thistlewell. Ah, the

rich and their luxuries.

- Anna

The New Scripture of The Master Builder (draft, page 35)

The Builder smiled on the things Karras had done. Out of devotion, He had invented

many machines, and these machines now served Him well. He had transformed wretched

humans into agents of The Builder’s will, controlled directly by the influence of

Karras’ machines. These were called Servants, and they had been embraced by those

in the city who considered themselves superior because of the wealth of their coffers

instead of their spirits. These same people had beamed at Karras with one face but

with another face smirked amongst each other and shared affronts.

For this Karras had once detested them, but He saw now their role in the Builder’s

Plan. In all these things Karras had forged the tools that He would use to bring

the Builder’s Paradise to the world. The Builder looked upon these tools as Karras

made preparations to put them to use, and His gaze showed favor, and Karras felt the

Builder’s hands upon Him and the Builder’s strength helping Karras carry His burdens.

Crimshaw! Lock the receipts in the safe this time, or you’ll taste the lash!

Though I can’t prove it, I suspect one of the night watchmen of having sticky fingers.

If not every penny is accounted for in the morning, it will come out of your backside.

And another thing — Don Valencia will be by in the morning to pick up his diamonds.

Make sure you log the transfer and extend every courtesy we have available. Valencia

is a client I do NOT want to lose!

— Tuttleshank

Whosoever finds this note, I bid thee farewell, for I no longer dwell in your

domain of fetid flesh. My essence is now forever preserved in the Plane of Earth,

beyond the reaches of fear and Fire. I owe my transcendence to the Book of Ash, that

tome of legend I recovered so long ago from the sands of long forgotten kings. Within

its pages lie the secrets of life, death…and undeath. The Hand forbade its study,

for it drove so many into madness, but I have succeeded where others have failed.

But be warned! The truth is hidden from the unworthy. Blacken thy heart, or face

the prisoners of flesh.

— Azaran the Cruel

Brethren,

The guard on the office door shalt be changed upon every three hours, though I trust

that our guests shall not be curious enough to attempt entrance. For further precaution,

however, Father Karras hath entrusted me with the sole key.

Most of the alarms and watchers that protect the tower hath also been disabled, to prevent

our guests from causing any mishaps. While I expect the nobility to mind their manners,

remain thou ever vigilant.

— Friend Vilnia

Mr. Garrett,

I apologize for my inability to serve your particular needs, but at this time I simply

lack the supplies you require. But I do know where a man of your particular…skills..

.might acquire a few useful tools. Castle Carslysle in Dayport has a well-stocked armory,

complete with the finest arrows and explosives. Getting into the armory may be difficult,

though. Rumor has it that Carslysle has installed a new security door, and the thing is

immune to everything from lockpicking to battering rams. Still, a man of your reputation

should be able to circumvent such challenges, no?

— Rudyard

G,

Got some news for ya. A guy named Valencia just entered Dayport, and he’s only there for

a couple of days. He’s some kinda diamond exporter…deals with rough stones. Well,

while he’s in town, he’s storing a pouch of uncut diamonds at the Dayport Trader’s Bank.

Security there is supposed to be pretty loose — hell, the place is on the top floor of

one of them marble buildings, so they must not expect any company, if you know what I

mean. Should be fairly straightforward, if you take the ‘thieves’ highway.’

The New Scripture of The Master Builder (draft, page 3)

And so Karras did set quill to paper to record His accomplishments, the most important

of humankind before Him and certainly after, performed in the service of the Master Builder.

And at that time, none could know this Scripture and Karras could not read from it during

His sermons, for he knew that humans, even His followers, in their weakness would not

rejoice and celebrate as Karras had at the good news of the Builder’s Paradise. Because

humans were flawed, they would fail to understand.

It was only Karras who truly knew that humans were an invention of the Master Builder that

they might invent the Builder’s Children to please Him. In the soft whirring of the clean,

oiled gears of the Children around him, Karras heard the deafening roar of their approval.

(note: I shall need to take pains in collecting these materials together again… in my urgent

press to capture events that pass and my thoughts on them, I have writ passages in many of

my chambers, and at present I cannot return to collect them… nor shall I trust another to

collect them for me)

Garrett,

We hope the information we have provided you thus far has been useful. You do well to seek

information at Angelwatch. But beware! All is not as it seems at the Mechanist tower, and

Karras is more aware of your actions than you may think. Still, there are ways to outwit him.

Lord Bafford:

A recent delivery of antiquities from Bohn
contains several items which we felt might be of interest to you.
Descriptions follow, but you are welcome to drop by our shop to
examine them, or our other goods, in person.

An ornamental sceptre,
three feet in length. The body of the stave is weirwood, carved in
the star and dot pattern. Six inches of the ferrule, and five inches
of the grip, are bound with burnished copper overlaid by an
ink-and-glaze cracqudare varnish. The crowning feature of this
magnificent piece, however, is the six inch teardrop-cut
cloudstone, one of the finest of its type we have seen.

A treasure-box of two feet
by three feet, of silver birchwood. The lid is of inlaid pearline and
onyx, in a maze pattern carved into the wood. The feet are lion-paws,
each clutching a crystal globe. The inside of the box contains two
principal compartments, one with glass shelves, and one without.
Beneath the compartments is a lockable two-inch false bottom for your
most valuable treasures.

Grimworth and de Perrin,
Fine Antiquities and Precious Relics

Cedric -
Please speak to Cook about last night’s dinner. While,
technically, the menu conformed to my instructions, I
suspect that the lamb was somewhat older than this spring’s,
and I am in no way fooled by his practice of warming the
salad to disguise wilting. If Cook is incapable of finding
adequate ingredients, he can be replaced – and if he offers
those same excuses about the Stonemarket shortages, please
remind him that the grocery budget is a good fifty percent
above last year’s figures, and even he should be able to procure
adequate victuals at those prices.
– Lord Bafford

Milordy Bafford -

Speaksie sel to Ginny, did you bid. Dreckboun, the
Hammer-hearts ha’ been afoot, askulk, aferreting about,
grabbing many a one to vanish in the coldstone down
below their forgey-chained cells. Tooks they your dealer
Tarquis in their clutches night past, and two patrons as well,
named of Lisalle and Ryen, skupped up as they left – and these
not the first, cries Ginny.

Little wonder, then, if Dreckboun grows sparse-come these days.
Of course, the lack o’ blame to one hand, but I gave Ginny a
firm understandsey, blood and doom and the whole book, so he’ll
be learning himmun all he can about how to turn the Hammers off
him, never you fear.

About your Victoria, nothing yet. Walks she an inch above the
ground, for all the dirt of her footprints have I found.

- Dominic

Dominic:
A couple things I’d like you to look into.
First, if you could give Ginny a chat and put some Fear of Flattening
into him, I’d much appreciate it. I don’t know who he thinks he’s
taffing around with, but this Dreckboun thing is too much. Ginny’s
been a good cadge for years now, so I’ll give him benefit of the
doubt, but not for much longer.
Next, there’s a new thiefs-pawn
turned up, operating in the north districts, name of Victoria. She’s
made quite a few connections, and I don’t want to think she’ll be
getting ambitions of moving in. See if you can dig up any leverage
on her – best to have some insurance.

Finally, there’s the business I
spoke to you about before. I know you’re a busy man, but Ramirez’s
prices are a bit steep for simple matters such as debtors.
Would you consider…

To all staff

The Sir will be taking his dinner and evening out tonight, so
domestics and manservants have the night free. Housekeep is still
expected to finish the quarters and the general polish. The house
guard is not to find this an opportunity to shirk, and lapses will be
brought up with the Sir.

Cedric

Lord Bafford,

I write to you to remind you of your duties to your Baron and your
city. Surely you do not expect that the payment you sent on the first
of the month are the entirety of your taxgelt – or do you think the
Baron is unaware of your gambling houses? Let me remind you of the
example made of Lord Brynveran, and assure you that the penalties for
concealment of income are as harsh today as they were in Brynveran’s
time. The main difference, of course, is that today, the inspectors
receive a bounty and are even more enthusiastic in their duties.

The Baron waits for the remainder of your taxgelt. I advise that you not
leave him waiting too long.
Julian Friehalt
Commissioner of Taxes

The guards Lord Bafford hires are slow and not very
competent, but there’s at least fifteen of them scattered about
through the mansion.

My Darling Lorna,

Ah my sweet, how like a petal your lips are. How I wish I could kiss them as I did just

last night. Ah, I wish I could make everything better with the kisses I will plant on your

rosy lips this very eve.

I do not understand how your husband, my insufferable assistant, can treat you as he does.

Either he lets you languish all alone as he stays in the library or he inflicts on you his

cold, cruel presence. I swear I won’t let him hit you again! I’ll take you away from all

this some day. Just have patience; there are few who can afford to keep such a library as

milord Gervaisius. It will take me time to find another patron such as he. In the

meantime I’ll keep Ashton busy with plenty of work. Our nights together will be heavenly.

—Your Giles

My Darling Giles,

Oh my love, I swear I will leave Ashton just as soon as you give me the word! He has

changed so much over the years, I tell you he is no longer the man I married. I only

want to be with you, my dove, my shining knight! But, if we are to be together, then you

know we cannot stay here. It will be impossible for you to work with Ashton after we

marry, and more importantly, I don’t trust him. Though he detests me now, he is still as

jealous as any husband. He would never give us any peace. I don’t want to start our new

life together with such troubles. Oh darling, promise me we won’t!

Your fragrant daisy,

—Lorna

My Sweet Lorna,

I have the best news! I told you everything would work out. I’ve discovered that Lord

Holanthrus, advisor to the Baron, has need of a new Librarian. While he is not as wealthy

a man as Gervaisius, he is older and more learned. He collects not for fashion but for

taste. His library is selective, but is said to be one of the best in the City.

Let us be away a fortnight hence. I will speak of this to Lord Gervaisius. He is a

reasonable man and will give me my leave. Ashton is a capable librarian and will make a

suitable replacement for me, which will appease Gervaisius. Ashton will be happy with

the promotion and that will have to be his consolation when he finds out he is losing

you. I will be the luckiest man alive for I will be starting a new life in a new place

with the one I love.

—Your Giles

Dearest Giles,

Your news is indeed wonderful! Bluebirds sang by my window this morning as I read your

letter. The thrushes trilled as they heralded a bright new day for the both of us. I

treasure your letter as I do all that you send me. I savor the words your hands whisper

to me with each line of ink. I cherish the ardor that comes through in every stroke of

your quill. I was surprised, though, that you did not remember to seal the letter, but

that did not mar its romance and perfection.

I must tell you, I had a close call last night. I was preparing to read your letter

when Ashton came into our rooms. I hopped into bed and hid the letter under my pillow.

The sullen brute came to bed and bothered me not. Thankfully, when I awoke in the morning

the letter was still there undisturbed. I waited for Ashton to leave and finally was

able to listen to your letter sing its glorious song of love to me. Soon we will be done

with Ashton and the awful memories of this place. I will divorce him and then we will

tell Gervaisius of your new situation. Before long we will be happily away from here and

in each other’s arms. I am so glad I believed in you.

Your sweet pea,

—Lorna

Milord Gervaisius

It comes as a great shock to me to have to tell you that Head Librarian Giles and my wife,

my dear Lorna, have run away together. I am beside myself with this loss. I cannot stay

here. This place holds too many painful memories. I don’t understand how my dear friend

and my wonderful wife could do this to me. I have decided to take a position as a Librarian

with Lord Holanthrus. I want you to know that I have only the utmost esteem for milord but I

cannot stay here with these memories haunting me so.

Your lowly servant,

—Assistant Librarian Ashton

Lord Gervaisius,

I hope thou hast enjoyed the luxury and security, which the Builder’s children have brought

thee. In such a cruel and uncaring world as this, true friends must aid each other. Tis my

hope that I might consider thee such a friend and colleague. I look forward to attending thy

reception for your exhibition. Tis said thy hast one of the finest manors in the city and I

eagerly anticipate a chance to visit it. I am told thou hast most wondrous terrariums. It

would please me greatly to see these and thy private exhibition rooms when I arrive.

I know of what import thy collections are to thee, but it is my hope that thou wouldst honor

me with a gift, namely certain ancient masks and the Cultivator artifact. ‘Twould of course

be after the exhibition ends. These items are priceless and ‘twould be a great favor to me

if thou wouldst part with them, willingly. I assure you that I will make it worth thy while,

both through further Mechanist gifts and through the gift of a certain painting by Durant,

which I’m told, thou hast been trying to acquire.

—Master Karras

Permit #1609324

Lord Gervaisius is hereby permitted to begin and maintain construction on these premises,

the Manor of Clan Gervaisius. Construction is understood to be occurring in the ballroom

and on the third floor.

—Nicholas P. Cantarelli, Registrar

Hall of Records and Licenses

House Sergeant’s Logbook, Sergeant Kelvin Porter recording:

We prepare for the coming exhibition with a certain amount of trepidation. We are close

to completion, but we are not ready yet. Most of the Watchful Eyes and Metal Beasts are

in place. Foreman Hobart is still putting the finishing touches on a variety of mechanical

creations throughout the mansion. I’m just glad that someone reassembled the cuckoo clock

before Duma burst. Steward Duma as usual is being too demanding. I expect Hobart to shortly

pull out what little hair he has left. Guards have been doubled on most patrols. And all

of this together should give us the security we need to ensure that the exhibition comes off

as smoothly as possible.

From the Desk of Steward Duma

To Do List for the Exhibition Grand Opening:

—Check all of Sgt. Porter’s security plans

—Remind him to add security to basement, there seem to have been intruders down there recently

—Send Wilhelm the Cellarer off food shopping in Stone Market.

—Make sure he brings me the right change (I swear he’s a thief in training)

—Order 15 dozen flower arrangements from that cute brunette at Rosie’s Flower Shoppe (do personally)

—Get a new powdered wig for milord (remember one ponytail not two pigtails)

—And finally, take a relaxing mudbath to relieve the stress milord has caused me

Milord,

All the preparations proceed smoothly. Take your time returning. It sounds like your hands

are quite full with matters in the countryside. I wish you all the best with the young Lady

Veloden. I’m sure that Lord Veloden will be ecstatic should a match arise out of this courtship.

I can assure you that everything will be in readiness upon your arrival. You will hardly

recognize this manor from the state it was in only a few months back. Foreman Hobart has

fixed everything in sight and then some. I consider myself to be a meticulous man but these

Mechanists put even me to shame. New clocks, new lights, new guards, new servants, ah yes,

much has changed.

Lord Karras has sent word that he will be attending the gala reception. He looks forward to

finally meeting you. He has matters that he wishes to discuss concerning the exhibit items

and a possible trade for a rare Durant. Unfortunately, the original correspondence has gone

missing in the library. But don’t worry, it will be found soon. Ah, that is the problem with

new staff. It always takes so long to get everyone up to speed. How I wait for the day that

these commoners are as loyal and obedient as Karras promises.

One final word, remember that there is a Regency Council meeting 4 days after the reception.

Make sure to put that in your schedule as the new import tax will be discussed.

—Steward Duma

Duma,

Good job thus far. I shall be back shortly. Glad to hear the Mechanists are working out so

well. I look forward to seeing what sort of contrivances they’ve brought to our humble

mansion. If they are as good as you say, I shall speak most highly of Karras to other

nobles. The gala reception shall be a testament to the progress our wonderful civilization

has achieved.

I must be away. I hear Carina calling and we have a hunt planned for this fair morn.

—Lord Gervaisius

Foreman Hobart,

Congratulations foreman! The grand opening of the exhibition is almost upon us. The preparations have gone extremely smoothly, and I must admit that I did not expect so thorough a job. Through the influence of you Mechanists this household has become both more efficient and more secure.

I consider myself to be a practical man and a man of the world. I appreciate the transition

this manor has undergone through its association with your master Karras. The devices he

has sent are indeed wondrous. The Hammerites were always tramping about moaning of doom

and gloom. They kept our servants docile with their dogma, but did little else. Why

Father Norrell could be downright embarrassing when we had guests! However, your kind,

with the first Masked Servants you’ve sent, has shown us how to make our servants obedient.

And the new priest is as civilized and reasonable as one could hope for.

I hope we can continue this relationship, and I will help persuade Lord Gervaisius to speak

highly of your order when next they come before the Regent Council.

—Steward Duma

Duma,

We need a new gardener before I get back. The terrariums must be in tip top shape.

Carina loves plants, and I’ve been talking up the terrariums. If they don’t look their

best, I’m sunk with her. Duma, you must see this girl to believe her! Do your best.

If Hobart isn’t already overworked, get him to coordinate with the new gardener and get a

crew planting new trees outside. Draft servants or guards or whomever to do the work.

Get the trees from wherever you can on short notice. Hell, dig them up from Bafford’s if

you need a source. Old Baffy will understand, he still owes me for the time he swindled me

on that painting. You know, the one he swore was an original Durant. He knows I’m still

annoyed about that even if it was a prank.

—Bram G

ps. Make sure to up the number of flower arrangements around the manor. It can be a

drab place sometimes, and we should do anything we can to spruce it up for her first visit.

Hunting of the Frumious Bandersnatch

By Captain Rufus T. Spaulding

And there I was in the darkest wilds, preparing to search for that most dangerous and

elusive of adversaries, the frumious bandersnatch. This, of course, is not to be confused

with the striped fromane bandersnatch, an exceedingly docile relative. No, the frumious

bandersnatch, filthy beast, is a creature I have spent my whole life preparing to hunt.

But where was I? Ah yes, it was an early morning on the veldt. We were on the trail of a

particular bandersnatch and this one was even more frumious than most. I sat by my tent

sipping tea and munching on buttered scones. A few scouts had gone out the previous night

to see where the creature lurked. Such creatures always lurk … unless they were skulking

from one lurking spot to another.

As I finished my tea and prepared for a second cup, two scouts trotted in. Funny thing, I

swore I sent out five the night before. The leader walked up to me and announced that they

had found the spot where the bandersnatch was lurking. Unfortunately, it found the spot

from which they observed. Now there are only two. Poor buggers. I must remind them not

to interrupt me during my morning cup of tea.

Well, we had a starting point for the hunt. Now on to the chase …

The Book of the Nail: Chapter 7, Verse 12

As the hammer drives nail into wood,

taming rough hewn wood,

making of nail a useful thing,

so shall the Builder use the faithful,

molding them into forms desirable,

using them to tame wild wood,

causing them to join together the foundations of our world

in joyous, regimented harmony.

—Thus spake the prophet Jeremyn

Bram’s Personal Collector’s Journal vol. 19

—Bought a new painting by the Throvian artist Lizotte. There was the most glorious

auction at Ramirez’s mansion.

Still can’t believe the price I got for it.

—Acquired unusual statue of a sea nymph from merchant returning from Lesser Hrabota

—Still trying to find that damn painting by Durant, can’t believe that Bafford tried

to swindle me with a

fake!

Hyssop

You wills get them saplinger tree! Bes a rare centuried plant that will helping us. Whens you having the sapling, bringer

it to them abandoned Inn – heres in our territory in Docks. There bes a patch of ground there I blessed. Plant them

sapling there, and it bes will bringer us them powers rooted in them deeping earth.

Dyan

D- Walter Cobbleton ain’t shown up for work in a while. You should go over to his place and check on him and his wife. I

think her name is Harriet. B.

The City Chronicle – Extra Doomed Vessel Arrives in Docks

The merchant ship Abysmal Gale floated into port on Sunday with its captain and crew of 28 either missing or dead.

Witnesses say the vessel, formerly under the command of Captain Robert Moira, seemed to steer on its own. Now under City

Watch investigation, the curious are warned to keep their distance from the boat. Officer Dirk Lemar explains:

’With this here cursed ship, you got your zombies, you got your ghosts, plus all the dangers of a regular ship, drowning,

splinters, what-have-you.’

With that said, this is one reporter that will indeed be keeping her distance. Additional reports indicate the possibility

that undead who disembarked from the vessel may be congregating in or around the sewers.

- C. Mavenstock

CAPTAIN’S LOGCETUS AMICUS

Entry 1 — Today was indeed a fine day, for Karras was on hand for the commissioning

of this, the finest of vessels — the Cetus Amicus. In all my years as captain of

seagoing craft, I never sailed a ship so sleek or strong. Verily, the Cetus Amicus

mocks those wave-bound barges! To glide below the flotsam and jetsam…to stand

safely in the womb of this steel shark as she cuts through the briny deep. Never

again shall there be a vessel as fine as this.

Entry 26 — Damn that Fretus! He has failed miserably in his duties as cargo master,

and will be disciplined forthwith. To lose the only key to cargo locker 5! He

claims he passed it to Senwith while in Subaquatic Outpost 1, but the key has since

disappeared. I fear it may have slipped beneath the flooring into the bilge water.

Until one of the men can locate the key, cargo locker 5 remains sealed.

Entry 30 — Fish again. If only mutton would keep on our voyages….

Entry 31 — Today we set course once again for the KD site, bringing Cavador back

to continue his excavation. He wouldn’t go into details, but apparently he’s uncovered

some new artifact that Karras is very excited about. This may be the last voyage

we make in quite some time, as Cavador has been ordered to remain at the site indefinitely.

Entry 39 — The crew is prepared for yet another voyage to the KD site — this time

to drop off special cargo for Cavador. He’s ready to excavate another zone, and,

as per standard Mechanist procedure, needs to cleanse the area with rust gas to

prevent the growth of any flora. I must admit, however, that I have grown tired

of these mundane cargo runs. I feel the time has come to refit the Cetus Amicus as

a ship of war, and venture beyond the confines of established routes. I shall

propose this change to my superiors upon my return from the KD site.

The New Scripture of The Master Builder (draft, page 16)

Karras saw that a person, an animal, a plant, anything ill-borne of nature, when consumed

by the gaseous Necrotic Mutox would dissolve into rust. Karras had observed this many

times, over and over again, for in it He felt the presence of Truth. Whether released by

a container or through the lips of a Servant’s mask, Karras would observe the action of

the gas from a spot as close to the area of effect as He possibly could in safety. When

the rust settled, Karras would zealously scrutinize the remains for meaning.

And now Karras looked back upon those investigations, and He spoke aloud, saying: ’Oh

Master Builder, I have felt Your will. I know that I have been chosen to bring Your

Paradise to the world. I know that I must not fail, or Your wrath shall consume me and

I shall lie forever in the Forest You have saved for those who are unholy. Master Builder,

My mind shall be sharp, My machines will not falter, and I will keep Karras from the risk

of death. In Your name I shall construct a protective chamber in Soulforge Cathedral, and

there, where I cannot be harmed, Karras shall stay. I shall reconsider every element of

My plan – if any are weak, Karras shall make them sound.’

Friend Gorrick,

Please make thou haste in repairing this Child — that treacherous Pagan didst harm it most

grievously. But fear not that any more of thy companions will be harmed, for the saboteur

hast been subdued…

— Friend Pendelus

Construction Journal

Our work on the underground facility doth proceed as planned. When first we arrived

here on Markham’s Isle, we found the cove deserted; the lighthouse stood inoperable

and the house of its keeper lay in near ruin. Whatever pirates didst make this place

their home departed long before we arrived.

The cutthroats didst maintain a hidden base ’neath the lighthouse, containing several

shoddy buildings of poor wood. For the most, we destroyed these mockeries of

construction, but those that were sound we left standing, to be used for our own

purposes. Indeed, on the instruction of Cavador, our new facilities have been built

directly into those structures that we didst take over. ’Tis sad indeed to see such

powerful steel tainted by the touch of rotting wood, but need dictates our actions.

The new drilling machine is in truth miraculous! Its bit doth bore through solid

granite, and the Builder’s Children canst easily assemble and disassemble the machine

wherever need doth compel it. This doth prove most useful when we must needs carve out

isolated sections of the caves.

My eye spied another nugget of silver today. The veins are rich with the Builder’s

bounty! Methinks I’ll keep this little discovery to mine own self….

Attention:

Due to the recent mishap involving Friend Ventus, I hath installed mine own invention of

non-slip mats in the subaquatic outposts. These devices are full soft as carpet yet also

completely water resistant. I promise thee, these mats should allow all Mechanists to

stand tall before Father Karras, and the Master Builder himself.

—Friend Manus

Captin —

Tuday we did run throo that scurvy litehouse keeper! We tride to reezin with him, but wine

he did like a cripuld dog! Talk he did of his fair miss, who be skejooled to retern to the

cove. Wen she arrives, I be sher to tern her over to ye! We also know of sum loot he did

hide! We be keepin ya infermed.

Ye shood also no that the crew wishes to rename the cove aftir yoo! Tis a prowd day indeed

fer the brutherhood of the sea!

— Thomas

My dearest Virginia,

I beseech thee, my love — return not to Starlight Cove! Those notorious pyrates are back,

and I fear they mean to remain. Last night, I overheard two of the scoundrels — I believe

they’re planning on establishing some kind of base in the underwater caves! I fear for my

life, but the time has come to take a stand. To be safe, I’ve hidden our valuables in the

crawlspace.

My only hope is that the courier ship arrives on schedule, so that this letter is delivered

to you in time!

— Your Beloved Nathaniel

Articles of the good ship Catherine’s Folly

(as set forth by Captain ‘Dark’ William Markham)

Every man shall obey civil Command; the Captain shall have one full share and a half

in all Prizes; the Master, Carpenter, amd Boatswain shall have one Share and quarter.

If any man shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the Company, he shall be

marroon’d with one Bottle of Rum, one Bottle of Water, one cutlass.

If any man shall steal any Thing in the Company, or gamble, to the Value of a Piece of

Gold, he shall be marroon’d or shot.

If at any Time we should meet another Marrooner (that is Pyrate) that Man that shall sign

his Articles without the Consent of our Company, shall suffer such Punishment as the

Captain and Company shall think fit.

That Man that shall strike another whilst these Articles are in force, shall receive

Ludman’s Law (that is forty stripes lacking one) on the bare Back.

That Man that shall snap his Arms, or carry a Candle lighted without a Lanthorn, shall

suffer the same Punishment as in the former Article.

That Man that shall not keep his blade clean, fit for an Engagement, or neglect his

Business, shall be cut off from his Share, and suffer such other Punishment as the

Captain and the Company shall think fit.

If any Man shall lose a Joint in time of an Engagement he shall have 400 pieces of

gold; if a limb 800.

If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man that offers to meddle with her,

without her Consent, shall suffer present Death

Attention Subaquatic Crewmen:

Master Karras hath learned that the previous occupants of these caves left behind a most

great quantity of wealth upon their departure. The local legend hath it that the leader

of the pirates, Captain Markham, didst hide a sea chest of treasure somewhere neath the

surface. The myth doth also state that this bounty be kept in a structure like a sailing

vessel.

All subaquatic crewmen shouldst consider themselves tasked to find this gold, for the

good of the Mechanist order.

Walrick,

Indeed, Father Karras’s plan proves yet more brilliant than I hath imagined. The Father

doth call it ‘The Cetus Project,’ after the Cetus Amicus. The project itself, however,

is in truth the grand meshing of several operations, like two gears joining their cogs.

At the KD site, Cavador hath uncovered the ancient power used by our Order to benefit

all of humankind. Our vessel must needs transport those discoveries back here to Markham’s

Isle. Even the restoration of the lighthouse wast directed by Karras himself. When the

Cetus Amicus returns from a journey to the KD site, the lighthouse beacon is used to

signal Karras in Angelwatch. Everything doth prove so machine-like, so perfect…

— Friend Lorus

Friend Erlen,

Thou art hereby tasked with retrieving Father Karras’ belongings from the flooded living

area near Subaquatic Outpost #1. Of prime importance is his work in progress — the New

Scripture of the Master Builder. Retrieve it at once, and the Builder will surely bless thee.

— Hellesse

If ye be readin this note, ye likely be here for the bounty of the good ship

Catherine’s Folly…the same as the fool before ye. Ye best be turnin’ back now,

and stay out of me vessel’s hold, ’fore you suffer the same fate as he!

— Capt. Markham

The priests shall no longer doubt their decision to give me allowance to

convert the unused storage room in the winter tunnels into an alchemy laboratory.

This day my research hath yielded much, as I have created a most useful explosive

device. It is my belief that in times of war we will be able to use such explosives

to force open the gates of the strongholds of our foes. The device is quite

dangerous, so I have stored it in the armory in the cathedral attic.

Though these be perhaps the final moments of our beloved cathedral

and mine mortal life, I shall faithfully chronicle to the end. A great evil

magic hath befallen us, and we battle with demon-kind on all sides. Our own fallen

brethren rise from death and turn on us, cold light aflame in their eyes. Our mighty

doors availed us naught, for the assault was from within. Soon I shall be found and

slain, like the others. May The Builder save our souls.

When attending public services, some members of the

congregation hath made entry through the cloister gate. The proper

way for the public to access the grounds is through the cathedral

gate. Access to the city via the cloister gate doth exist for the

convenience of members of the Order only.

I mislike the wisdom that so many of the mechanical systems

in the compound doth rely upon the proper functioning of the machine

room in the cathedral cellar. Our enemies might attempt sabotage,

turning our short sight ’gainst us. Let us set about re-engineering

such that each mechanical system is powered by more local equipment.

Brother Gerard,

The behavior we hath

repeatedly seen exhibited is truly most

troublesome. The Eye hath been moved once

again to the vault in the cellar. This eve,

please you post two sentinels to guard

it. Thus we shall determine how it is

that we find it floating o’er the high altar each morn.

Kindle,

Thou art a naive novice at times. The craftsmanship

of the holy symbol thou hast created is not flawed. Thy problem is

that a mere initiate such as thyself cannot perform the blessing that

implores the Builder to transform thy symbol from simple metal into

a holy artifact. I wouldst suggest thou ask one of the priests to

bless thy holy symbol for you, or it will be of no use. If thou’rt

embarassed, thou couldst visit the observatory at the top of the

tower in St. Jenel’s and talk to Brother Renault. He knows of

another way to instill holy symbols with the Builder’s blessing.

A novice passing the cemetery yestereve said he saw a strange glowing figure

walking therein, but upon investigating found that the apparition had vanished. Those

who heard his story laughed and blamed his vision on an excess of ale, but I am not so

quick to dismiss it. I remember the burial of our beloved Brother Murus last week and

the feeling that something was wrong. I shan’t relate the story to Brother Martello,

since he was much attached to Brother Murus, and mourns his loss still.

I am wracked with the agony of guilt. The Master Builder cannot spare the

cursed coward that I have become. If only I could bring myself to confess what I

know about the death of Brother Murus. His soul will never rest unless we perform

the Ritual of Consecration upon his grave. But the priests will surely ask why

such a thing need be done, and I am too weak a Builder’s servant to face their wrath.

The Master Builder doth surely gaze favorably upon our

crusade to subjugate the wild forces of nature with tools built in His

name. Here in this tower, with these optic machines, I have learned

much about the movements of the lights the Builder hast set above.

The divine power of the moon and stars hath been focused into a pool

of water, which I name the Lunar Pool. I hadst hoped the water would

show the same properties as holy water, but it doth not. However, it

must hold the Builder’s grace, for it doth bestow the Builder’s

blessing upon holy symbols immersed in the pool. I shall investigate

this further, drawing forth knowledge for the glory of the Builder.

-Brother Renault

The Prayer of Consecration

O Master Builder! We ask Thee to bless our brother who hath died in Thy

service. Forgive him the transgressions of his living days, and look with favor on

his works in Thy name.

Plumb and plane, fire and forge, purify his spirit and draw

from him all which does not meet Thy plan. Take him to serve with Thee in Thy Home

where he may rest in peace eternal.

Case No. 6: F. Topper

Patient History

Entry One:

Brought in by City Watch, hysterical. Carries an urn that contains the ashes of what authorities think might be her

own infant. Refers to self as Mama Topper. Could prove a difficult case to cure.

– Doctor Sandbridge

Entry Two:

Efforts to take the infant ashes away are always met with same self destructive behavior. For now we see no harm in

allowing subject to carry them with her during a weekly walk in the Exercise Yard. Inform Dr. Hascomb I approve the

use of his experimental heat therapy.

- DS

Case No. 7: C. Pins

Patient History

Entry One:

Admitted to hospital for observation and treatment by her family. Completely unresponsive to questions or the presence

of others. Due to her sensitive age, recommend she be placed under Doctor Sandbridge’s expert care.

– Doctor Hanscomb

Entry Two:

Told the family today that subject will never be well enough to return home. As proof, I showed them her cell, which

of course is grotesquely outfitted in the same way as the murder scene. I believe on some level they were relieved.

- DS

Entry Three:

The board has decided to allow her continued visits to the Balcony with her ‘bird house.’

Case No. 4: A. Solzer

Patient History

Entry One:

Patient admitted self to Shalebridge after a nervous episode. Probably not a danger to self or others. Will observe

and allow patient to rest and recuperate. Will probably be released and be able to return to his clock-working job

shortly.

- Doctor Ranker

Entry Two:

Patient accidentally given electrical treatments with unfortunate consequences. Total psychosis. Extremely dangerous

to others. Unpredictable. Sandbridge recommends further treatments to mitigate results of initial treatments. Patient

may be allowed his clock-working tools to perform repairs in the Shock Therapy room only – under supervision, of course.

– Doctor Ranker

Case No. 8: V. Elliot

Patient History

Entry One:

Admitted into hospital by her late husband’s family. Apparently they wanted to avoid the scandal of a murder trial,

especially since subject is completely unfit for public appearances of any kind. Recommend no glass or mirrors in her

cell.

– Doctor Sandbridge.

Entry Two:

Have decided to allow the monthly dance recitals subject performs for the children in the Lobotomy Theater. She uses

that old Mechanist viktrola of hers. However, these recitals should be supervised.

-DS

Entry Three:

Almost lost our Dancer today when she was left alone in the treatment room during one of Doctor Hanscomb’s experiments.

We should be more careful, especially when the subject is from a wealthy family.

-DS

The orphan girl’s murder seems to have caused a sort of mass unrest with the patients. The White Hall patients are

especially agitated. It’s making it very difficult for the staff to search for the missing body. He’s the instigator,

I know it. Somehow he manages to direct the others. King No-One. That name just feeds his deranged narcissism.

Someone must have tampered with the medicines. Or he’s told them all not to swallow their pills. This has to stop.

If I have to go down there myself and manage the situation, then so be it. Another sleepless night! Two days without

their medications! The noise is near intolerable. I’ll need to hire more orderlies if we’re to get the situation back

under control.

Doctor Hanscomb – Another patient died today. Subjects should not be left alone, even for a brief period, during heat

remedies. I had to remind Pettihue of much the same thing regarding his new water cures. As repugnant as it may be, we

must collect data before, during, and after these experimental therapies in order to ascertain their soundness.

Doctor Sandbridge

Case No. 9: A. Wrenfeld

Patient History

Entry One:

According to City Watch, patient was present at the scene of several fatal fires. It seems unlikely that such a

slight and unintelligent creature could be capable of arson, however we agreed to observe and treat her if necessary.

Subject assigned to the care of Doctor Pettihue.

Entry Two:

Treatments are ongoing. Little hope for reintroducing patient into normal society. For punishment of undesirable

behaviors, keep the subject in the dark for prolonged periods. To reward good behavior, may be allowed to light the

fire in the Lounge. Remember to remove fuel from her tinderbox afterward!

– DP

Stu – I got the whole thing worked out. First, ain’t no need for you to worry, I found a real good hiding place for

the Bag of Gold Teeth. It’s real hard to find, and anyway, it’s in the morgue, and ain’t nobody goes there, unless they

have to, or they’s dead. Know what I mean? I figure a couple more days, a week tops, and I’ll have yanked enough gold

teeth from these poor dead loonies, to buy us something real fancy. You just have to do your part, which is find us a

buyer. The kind that don’t ask too many questions. I mean, you can’t just walk into any old place and sell a bunch of

gold teeth. Don’t let me down.

Desmond

Case No. 2: M. Gunter

Patient History

Entry One:

Subject brought in by City Watch for observation. Found by officers eating a meal of questionable origin. Doctor

Hanscomb to take the case.

Entry Two:

Experimental treatments going poorly. Cure unlikely. Subject allowed to move about the hospital with escort. Recommend

he be kept well fed at all times. Favorite area is the Meal Hall – may be allowed there as a reward for good behavior.

Patient must not have access to metal utensils, especially knives. Blunt utensils only! Also, remind staff to

discourage other patients from using Gourmet nickname.

- Doc Hanscomb

Heat Therapy to Ameliorate Dampness in Hyper-Emotive Patients

By Doctor William Hanscomb

Patients whom have lost touch with reality often have a marked dampness to their extremities – a clamminess of the

hand, a sweatiness of the foot. These symptoms result from an excess of emotive humors that are trapped within the

individual due to bile deficiency. Although electrical regimes are often used with this type of patient, I have also

had great success with the application of heat. The heat must be of the dry variety, as hot water submersion only

exacerbates symptoms by increasing emotive humors. The hot elements must be laid directly on the skin to draw away

the excesses of moisture.

INCIDENT REPORT

Type of Incident: Death

Patients/Staff Members Involved: Lauryl S., Orphan

Witnesses/Informants: H. Drept, Orphan

Description of Incident:

Two orphans were playing in the attic of the asylum area, when one of the patients must have killed the girl. A

large amount of blood marks the scene of the incident, but no body has been found. A search is underway. The girl’s

playmate, Drept, insists the killer was some sort of hag, a “gray lady” – not a patient. However, since he is just a

child, and without other witnesses or evidence to back up his story, we can only conclude that one of the patients

killed the girl, then hid the body.

Conclusion(s):

We must enforce the no orphans near the White Ward patient rule! We are lucky the girl has no family to make a fuss.

Case No. 1: E. Poshtoll

Patient History

Entry One:

Subject arrived via City Watch escort. Perpetrator of the infamous Tallow Man murders. Deemed unfit to stand trial.

Wears wax mask to cover extreme facial deformities. Admitted for observation and treatment.

– Doctor Sandbridge

Entry Two:

Sedatives and electrical treatments ineffective. Possesses a cunning intelligence. Extremely dangerous. Refuses to

answer to own name. Other patients taken to calling him ‘King No-One’. Natural leader. Recommend be kept in Seclusion

Chamber.

– DS

Entry Three:

Tricked nursing staff into taking his medications. Nurse Sorrel dead. Nurse Lovewell remains in sick ward – we were unable

to reach her before he disfigured her face. Where did he get the wax?
– DS

When it’s warm I’m going to take some chalk from the lesson room and make a hopscotch. Drept says he wants to play hide

and seek since we’re stuck inside. I guess it’ll be fun. But sometimes I’m scared to play up there.

We snuck into the kitchen and found some bread, but that fat man was in there with his forks and knives. He’s the one

who shouldn’t be allowed to wander around.

They moved us to the nursery tower. I guess they needed to make room for all those patients. Drept says not to cry so

much because it makes Miss Arthur mad.

I didn’t want to have my picture painted, but I was too scared to say no. I guess I did it right because he said I

sat good and still.

It was better before. There are too many rules to remember. Don’t go here. Don’t touch that. Don’t talk to the patients.

The doctors are just as scary as the patients. Miss Arthur says orphans shouldn’t complain.

Case No. 5: J. Nuvio

Patient History

Entry One:

Admitted to facility after a woman was attacked during a portrait sitting. Subject’s studio filled with half finished

works and suspicious buckets of red fluid and other evidence of foul play. Recommend observation and treatment.

– Doctor Pettihue

Entry Two:

Subject caught attacking another patient who was sitting for a portrait. Recommend increasing electrical therapy to

twice a day. Patient carries a telescope – possibly for voyeuristic behavior. Patient may be allowed supervised visits

to the Observatory – for now. Indulging these whims may not prove therapeutic.

Doc P.

Ranker – I was impressed with your report on the botched lobotomies. Sometimes mistakes such as these are our greatest

learning tool. I shouldn’t wonder that in the future they’ll call this procedure the Ranker Lobotomy and use it on the

most difficult cases. I’d enjoy the opportunity to observe you performing one soon.

Pettihue

Patient No. 1 – Cell 1 (Seclusion Chamber)

Wears a wax mask to cover his missing features.

Confined to the Seclusion Chamber.

Answers to name ‘King No One’. Dangerous and intelligent.

Patient No. 2 – Cell 2

Allowed to carry a set of blunt utensils.

Visits to the Meal Hall permitted, under escort.

Patient No. 3 – Cell 3

Keeps an unlit candle.

Patient has frequent episodes of sleepwalking that inevitably lead to the Morgue.

Patient No. 4 – Cell 4

Patient is allowed supervised access to his clockworking tools (in a wooden box).

He is allowed to perform repair tasks in the Shock Therapy room.

Patient No. 5 – Cell 5

Allowed to carry his telescope.

He is allowed to bring it up to the old Observatory once a month.

Patient No. 6 – Cell 6

Keeps the ashes of her stillborn child in an urn.

Permitted to take her baby for walks in the Exercise Yard.

Patient No. 7 – Cell 7

Patient is allowed to affix her wooden birdhouse to the Balcony, under supervision, twice a month.

Patient No. 8 – Cell 8

Permission has been granted for her to give dance recitals in the Lobotomy Theater with her viktrola.

Patient No. 9 – Cell 9

Permitted to keep her tinderbox, minus fuel.

Allowed to light the fire in the Lounge as a reward for good behavior.

Case No. 3: S. Izen

Patient History

Entry One:

Delivered by City Watch under suspicion of murder. Patient has marked episodes of narcolepsy, during which sleepwalking

and other behaviors occur, with no recollection of events when awakened. Admitted for observation and treatment.

- Doctor Pettihue

Entry Two:

Water treatments having good effect. Unclear whether the treatment itself is sound, or if the subject is merely feigning

proper behavior in order to avoid further submergings. Patient allowed to keep an unlit candle.

- Doc P.

Entry Three:

Patient caught sleepwalking in the Morgue. If patient is developing an affinity for the Morgue – could be useful to

withhold access as punishment.

– Doc P.

Doctor Ranker –

We all agree that lobotomizing several of the most violent cases may solve our uprising problem. Your Silver Surgical

Kit is already in the lobotomy theater, awaiting your arrival. Several of the other physicians will be observing today,

so that we can increase the number of procedures performed in the very near future. As you suggested, sometimes more

can be learned from a surgery performed incorrectly, so we’ll keep the training to a minimum. I had a chance to look over

your surgical kit. Custom made, eh? Must be quite valuable. Don’t let the patients know it’s silver – it’s sure to go

missing.

Sandbridge

Doctor Sandbridge – I suppose I have you to thank for the bottle of wine that was delivered to my office.

Gravecourt Red – not an easy vintage to come by, or afford. If you think this sweetens the little arrangement we

have – then you’re right. It does. Perhaps we should drink this fine wine together and discuss the particulars.

Or perhaps it is too valuable to drink. Perhaps we should wait for a more special occasion. Until then it shall

remain in my office.

Regards, Treasurer Riley

Dunya -

Sometimes I think I miss the days when “crime ruled the streets”,

as the Sheriff would have it. Either way, we walk in fear – but

before, we lost at most a purse, while now we may be shut up in

irons simply for seeing the wrong thing at the wrong time. Give

me the old days back again, and a pox upon Truart and all his thugs!

The essence of balance is detachment.

To embrace a cause, to grow fond or spiteful, is to lose one’s balance,

after which, no action can be trusted.

Our burden is not for the dependent of spirit.

—Mayar, Third Keeper

The most promising acolyte left us, not out of the lesser folly of sentiment,

but the greater folly of anger.

His heart was clouded, and his balance was lost, but his abilities were unmatched.

Even then, we knew to watch him most carefully.

- Keeper annals

Before death came,

the liars were made to feast upon the hands of the thieves,

and the thieves were made to ingest the tongues of their liar brothers,

and we praised the Master Builder for his judgements.

- The Hammer Book of Tenets

..and the manfools piled rock on rocks and raised a treesie roof,

hammers saws tear the skin of goodsie wood…
…and laughs at the Woodsie Lord.

…and when learns the Lord of this, He sends His beastesses to the manfools…

…who attacks and hammers saws their use-less fleshes,

and build him a house of they rotting skins.

—Unattributed Trickster song

The ancient corruption was again contained.

To do more would have upset the balance, but we knew to remain ever vigilant lest it resurface.

Neither the Hammers nor the pagans could be trusted not to meddle.

—Keeper annals

In the beginning we lived as thieves,

Stealing fur and fang of beasts for survival.

Then came the Builder who brought us the Hammer,

And with it we forged a new way of life.

To reject the Hammer is to denounce the Builder.

—The Hammer Book of Tenets

Builds your roofs of dead wood.

Builds your walls of dead stone.

Builds your dreams of dead thoughts.

Comes crying laughing singing back to life, takes what you steal,

and pulls the skins from your dead bones shrieking.

—Clay tablet in an abandoned Trickster temple

Come the time of peril, did the ground gape, and did the dead rest unquiet ’gainst us.

Our bands of iron and hammers of stone prevailed not,

and some did doubt the Builder’s plan.

But the seals held strong, and the few did triumph,

and the doubters were lain into the foundations of the new sanctum.

—Collected letters of the smith-in-exile

From unknown origins they came

They live isolated beyond the city

The extent of their arcane power is unknown

We must be very cautious in dealing with them

Close observation must continue

—Keeper Xavier, Treatise on Mages

The knowledge of those who came before could neither be disseminated or destroyed.

Its power would be a dangerous tool in the wrong hands,

but would also insure against future cataclysm.

At that time we chose to maintain it with writings preserved in extant locations.

- Keeper annals

Blindness is the manfools

theys gathers up treasures and greeders themselves on gold rocks and fetters
The Woodsie One wreaks thems with lilacs and nettles

and gathers theys bones for His porridge and feathers.

—Text Unattributed, Sumac on Parchment

Having pledged our honor as shield over Earth and Air, we must be ever mindful.

Let them be locked away and safe, but ever in view of the faithful.

Future generations are hostage to our care.

—Sermon of the Talismans

Having pledged our honor as shield over Air, we must be mindful.

Let it be locked away and safe, but ever in view of the faithful.

Future generations are hostage to our care.

—Hammerite Sermon of the Talisman

And he did say, "Shall we not use this power, as our enemies used it unto us?

Do we not carve their wild forests into our beams and boards?

Do we not tame their raging streams to carry our boats?"

And in their youth and foolishness, did his brothers say, “Yes, let us.”

—Collected letters of the smith-in-exile

Danced we in joys and triumphs.

With us the Woodsie Lord danced the stringsie foolsie man

Rose the storms in shouty glee, the darkness in feary glooms, the fires in happy greed.

Danced we away, and fed the sad stringsie man-fool to their devourings for our thanks.

—Final fragment of the ‘Notyets’ manuscript

The stone cannot know why the chisel cleaves it;

the iron cannot know why the fire scorches it.

When thy life is cleft and scorched, when death and despair leap at thee,

beat not thy breast and curse thy evil fate,

but thank the Builder for the trials that shape thee.

—The Hammer Book of Tenets

The weights in each pan of the balance had increased greatly.

As he approached his triumph, our foe had made himself vulnerable.

We were unable to directly influence, and could only watch and wait

to see whether his pridefully chosen pawn would prove his undoing.

—Keeper annals

RELIANCE UPON OTHERS IS WEAKNESS FOR THE STRONG, BUT STRENGTH FOR THE WEAK.

WISDOM AND BALANCE LIE IN KNOWING YOUR OWN NATURE OVER TIME.

- CHRONICLE OF THE METAL AGE

BLESSED BE THE FORGE, WHICH GIVES SHAPE UNTO METAL, AND STEAM UNTO THE BOILER.

BLESSED BE THE FIRE OF THE BUILDER AND THE FORGE OF KARRAS.

- MECHANIST COMMON PRAYER

STRIKE HOT IRON AND CALL FORTH SPARKS
STRIKE A MAN AND CALL FORTH FURY

TO SHAPE MAN OR METAL TO THY WILL THOU MUST STRIKE WITH FORCE

- COLLECTED SERMONS OF KARRAS

SINGS WE A DANCES OF WOLFS, WHO SMELLS FEAR AND SLAYS THE COWARD.

SINGS WE A DANCES OF MANS, WHO SMELLS GOLD AND SLAYS HIS BROTHER.

- PAGAN SAYING

[Prophecy]

My hand is copper.

My brow is lead.

Suffer me in a red patina,

swept along in a molten flow

to a sad eternity.

My stride interrupted

my thoughts untimed

my tears are become drops of silver

and shattered the crystalline fern.

I plead the wind to sweep us away.

My alabastrine limbs, useless and tired,

my carnelian heart, beatless and mired.

I pick the gilded apple from the iron tree

I wipe the rust from my brow

The earth rejects me, foul and changed,

the wind refuses me, unsightly and maimed.

My voice is corrupted, my tongue unwind,

my pulse is mercurial sickened, it slows.

Destiny and danger are stil focused on the one,

the renegade who is both brethen and betrayer.

Beware the spider, for he weaves both labyrinth and lair.

My heart it ceases, my breath undrawn.

My eyes forever focused

on the sanguine metal dawn.

THE MAN WHO LEARNS ONLY WHAT OTHERS KNOW IS AS IGNORANT AS IF HE LEARNS NOTHING

THE TREASURES OF KNOWLEDGE ARE THE MOST RARE, AND GUARDED THE MOST HARSHLY.

- CHRONICLE OF THE FIRST AGE

BRICKY ROADS THEY TRAPPERS GRASS,
STONEY WALLS THEY TRAPPERS WIND,
IRON STOVE IT TRAPPERS FIRE.

TRAPPERS IS WE BY THE WORKS OF HANDS, AND FORGETS US WE WERE EVER FREE

- INKED GRASS SCROLL

TO MANIPULATE A MAN IS A CAREFUL PROJECT.

TOO LIGHT A HAND, AND HE FOLLOWS HIS OWN WHIM;

TOO HEAVY A HAND, AND HE WILL TURN ON YOU.

- CHRONICLE OF THE METAL AGE

HE WHO KEEPS HIS WORK IN DISORDER GIVES HOME TO CHAOS.

LET HIM BE STRUCK WITH STONE AND IRON TO FORGE AWAY HIS FLAWS.

- COLLECTED SERMONS OF KARRAS

SAWS WE THEM MAN O’ MOONS FACES,
ROUNDS O’ GLOW BRIGHTS IN THEM SUMMER NIGHT SKY,

SAIDS THEM TO US THAT WINTER COMES EARLIES,
SUMMER IS GONE, AND THE HARVEST IS FLED.

- FROM A PAGAN SONG

THE BUILDER HAS GIFTED THEE WITH THE GREATEST OF ALL TREASURESTHE FUTURE!

BUT THINE OWN WILL FORGES THE KEY THAT OPENS THE LOCK.

- KARRAS, PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE

EVEN WITH ALL WE HAD LEARNED, SOME EVENTS WERE TO PROVE MORE COMPLEX THAN WE HAD PREDICTED.

THE MOST UNLIKELY OF ALLIANCES WAS ALSO THE MOST EFFECTIVE.

- CHRONICLE OF THE METAL AGE.

CALLS THE SERPENTS TO THE HEEL OF MY FOES! CALLS THE RAVENS TO PECKS THEIR EYES!

CALLS THE JACKALS, CARRY THEMS AWAY THEIR CHILDREN TO GNAW BONES IN THE NIGHT!

- PAGAN CURSE

WHEN WE LOOKED AT THE RELICS OF THE PRECURSORS, WE SAW THE HEIGHT CIVILIZATION CAN ATTAIN.

WHEN WE LOOKED AT THEIR RUINS, WE MARKED THE DANGER OF THAT HEIGHT.

- KEEPER ANNALS

THERE ARE THOSE TO WHOM KNOWLEDGE IS A SHIELD, AND THOSE TO WHOM IT IS A WEAPON.

NEITHER VIEW IS BALANCED, BUT ONE IS LESS UNWISE.

- KEEPER ANNALS

MECHANIST TECHNOLOGY

This device is now configured for thee so that the managers of the warehouse

mayst easily enter any tenant’s area at any time. When thou wishest to open

such a locked area, thou must needst enter the four numerals of its address

into this keyed device. When thou hast entered the correct number, see that

it shalt display on the dials to thy left – this shalt cause the large green

bay door of thy desired area to open. Thou mayst only open one door at one

time, and if thou open another door, the first shalt close. If thou hast any

questions, direct them at once to me.

-Friend Capezza, 0457

I was recently contracted by the Mechanists to develop special lenses for

them. I just received a small shipment of rare and valuable Addonizio Crystal

for this purpose. For security reasons, I would like to request the installation

of a metal face into my area within the next week. I don’t have the funds to

replace the crystals if they get stolen, and I hear Mechanists can be unforgiving.

-Noah Jerm

The last year has been very interesting. The Hammerites used to be my

most profitable contract. I’ve been making weapons for them since I went

into business, but now I rarely make anything for them. Their orders started

to fall off about a year ago, and I became concerned about my future finances.

My concerns didn’t last very long because I was contracted by the new City Watch

to produce their swords and armor. The only problem I have now is I have

nowhere to put all these old hammers that I got stuck with.

STATE OF GILVER EXPORTING COMPANY

Our shipment to be exported overseas to Governor Horridge is ready. It is

waiting over in Gilver’s area and will be shipped out tomorrow afternoon.

Having to replace last month’s shipment that was lost at sea is putting the

company in serious financial trouble. Gilver took out a loan from the First

City Bank and Trust to cover the extra expenses. If we don’t increase profits

next month then we won’t have enough money to stay in business. Fortunately,

we just received an unexpected order this morning, and this will bring in

some extra money that we can use to pay back the loan. I just had a new batch

of shipping labels printed out, and I will bring them over to Gilver in the morning.

-Bramrich

JOURNAL ENTRY # 4279

I don’t know what is happening to my business. Every attempt to gain extra

profit only leads me to more loss. On paper, every business plan that I devise

with Bramrich seems flawless, but in practice, they always fall through. Last

month’s overseas export to Governor Horridge was supposed to make us rich, but

the ship never made it to its destination. I suspect piracy. I had to take out

a loan just to cover last month’s losses. I was hoping to have this reshipment

to the Governor out the door two days ago, but my workers seem to have a hard time

toting that barge and lifting that bale when I really need them. I would fire them

all in a second, but I wouldn’t be able to find anyone to work for what little I

can afford to pay. I just finalized the Governor’s shipment, and I had my secretary

run over to Bramrich’s office to grab the shipping label so that it can be attached

to the outgoing crate. I’m going over to the Crippled Burrick for a drink, then it’s

back here for more paperwork.

Profits for our dockside warehouses have been tremendous ever since my brother

Jason convinced me to let the Mechanists use Building-B for their needs. They have

taken over and converted all four storage bays to contain their machinery and incoming

cargo. This has really hurt my shipping contracts. I lost 12 contracts recently

because the cargo had to be stored outside instead of the now occupied storage bays.

Mechanists are now using my work force to move their cargo and assist in their

various projects, and I have barely any workers left to handle my remaining contracts.

They have more than compensated us for our losses, but still, they worry me. They

threatened me harm when I refused to evict Gonzalez, one of the longtime tenants of

Building-A, so one of their inventors could set up a machine shop. The new machine

shop happens to be right under my poor brother’s office, and he’s been complaining about

the noise constantly. I guess I should be happy about the money the Mechanists are

paying me, but I feel like they are taking over and I don’t even get a say as to what

happens on my own property anymore.

Davidson,

Smuggling spice has become difficult since Rampone let the Mechanist’s

use this building.

Hide the spice in the usual location, and take your payment.

-Osterlind

CAPTAIN’S LOG

Make port we did at Rampone’s Dockside Shipping. No safe harbor,

this, but the reward is surely worth the risk. We need to unload the

spice right quick and stash it among the crates inside that Building-B.

Our cut of the bounty should be in the safe inside Osterlind’s office, as usual.

I’ll stash the spice while the crew unloads Rampone’s cargo.

I’m eager to cast off and set sail for our rendezvous point, where

we can join with Captain Carr’s sloop. From there it’s on to the

hunting grounds — that fool Gilver continues to send out unarmed

merchantmen, just ripe for the plunderin’.

Our tenant, Lucky Selentura, has not paid his rent in quite a while. No one has

seen him for weeks, and I’ve seen wanted posters in the city streets with his picture

on it lately. I’ve been suspicious of him for quite a while, and I’d bet you his golden

dice that he was running a gambling ring out of that space. I don’t think he’ll be back with the Bluecoats looking for him. I have put an eviction notice on his area, 0266, and I plan on clearing out the place in a few days to rent it to Gonzalez.

I felt bad that we had to throw Gonzalez out to make room for Capezza, so I cut him a deal

on this space seeing that it’s smaller than his old area. Speaking of Capezza, could you ask him to keep the noise down?

-J. Rampone. Vice-President.

Today’s Appointments

Jerrett Brunelle, charge 150.

Chris Laskowski, charge 150.

James Geiger, charge 175.

Adam Ellis, new client charge discount rate of 100.

Norman Druart, free of charge as usual.

Jon Laliberte, feel free to charge this guy as much as you want. He’s weird.

Mistress Carrie, she’s here for instruction.

Shawn Dejesus, charge 125, he tips better when we charge less.

Mark Ullucci, find a reason to send him away, I think he’s an undercover bluecoat.

-Lord Porter

Our yearly inspection of your space was last week.

Our inspector found that he could not get to the second floor

because the elevator button on the first floor was broken.

Why didn’t you report this problem? Please see me about this matter.

I don’t like it when a piece of equipment on my property is not working.

We have also been receiving complaints from E. B. Bramrich. He rents the

office space below your second floor office and he claims to be hearing

odd noises late at night. Please look into that.

-J. Rampone, Vice President.

I hold thy work in much regard, and thou knowest it

was on mine own recommendation that my brotherhood contracted

thy work. I trust by now thou hast received a small shipment of

Addonizio Crystal. By the coming weekend, I shalt need ten lenses

ground from the crystal thou hast received. Each lens must span

three units in width, with a breadth of exactly two units.

Grind thou one face concave and one convex. Make haste and then

bring me thy work for my approval.

-Friend Capezza. 0457

D.M. Gilver is one of the city’s most popular

merchants and he keeps his base of operations in Bld-A of

Rampone’s Dockside Warehouses. Porter is also a tenant of

Building-A. He runs a tiny art gallery that sells cheap

statues and vases. Most of your loot can be found in these areas.

Jabril -

Fifty, and that is my final offer! By the teeth of my ancestors,

I nearly think I could journey into the forest and cut my own

greenery, pagan bandits be damned, rather than pay such prices!

-Lord Signoli

Greetings, Garrett!
Thou art expected, though not precisely welcomed. Feel not so surprised. I have anticipated thine arrival, just as I now anticipate thy departure. (Laughs) Art thou a religious man? It is time to say thy prayers! Thy sins will be thine own undoing.
Karras: karvic01: (Woman speaking:) Message number one of six: (Karras taps the recorder before speaking:) Is this functioning? Oh. My good guests, welcome to Angelwatch! I have gathered you here, citizens of exceptional breeding, for a fine and festive evening. The Builder’s work never ceases. Thus I am not able to attend in person, but I am present in heart and voice, as you can plainly hear. Friend Vilnia will be your host in my absence. Now our evening together begins.
Karras: karvic02: (Woman speaking:) Message number two of six: (Karras speaking:) Greetings again, guests! I pray your spirits do not suffer from my absence. I present to each…a giift: the most wondrous yet of my innovations, a living worker suited to all household tasks, ready always to perform your bidding. I call them…the ‘Servants.’ The Servant knows not how to lead or gossip. The Servant knows only how to tirelessly perform thy will…be it cooking, cleaning, or gardening. Pleease…accept them with my gratititude. But the tour continues. Pray, to follow Vilnia once again.
Karras: karvic03: (Woman speaking:) Message number three of six: (Karras speaking:) Lords and Ladies, behold The Builder’s Chapel! It is here we reflect upon The Builder’s great plan. The Servants I am giving thee are examples of our strivings toward His ideals. Before they were Servants, the souls behind the masks were lost and unproductive. Now they are models of efficiency. Alas, if only I could be there to share with thee the wonder of this moment! But I digress. On with the tour!
Karras: karvic04: (Woman speaking:) Message number four of six: (Karras speaking, recording skipping:) Privileged gue—Privileged gue—Privileged gue—Privileged gue—Privileged guests, I trust thee will enjoy this feast presented by the Servants I have given you. Imagine! A short while ago, these Servants were confined to an asylum. Mentally feeble, they were of no use to anyone. Now they are safe and productive. Now they know happiness. Would that I could be with you tonight for the Servants make excellent cooks. After you dine, Friend Vilnia will guide thee on to the Gallery.
Karras: karvic05: (Woman speaking:) Message number five of six: (Karras speaking:) The Builder created beauty to bring us joy, for the joyful of spirit work the longest, and in this gallery we find beauty. Fine guests, thy surely have precious works of art in thy homes. Here, too, the Servants are of use. They are completely trustworthy. At first hint of trouble, they will call for the nearest guard. Take some time to appreciate our gallery. Then, Vilnia will escort you to the Ballroom.
Karras: karvic06: (Woman speaking:) Message number six of six: (Karras speaking:) It is here that our evening ends. Enjoy thee the music and dance if thou wilst. On the morrow, when thou dost return home, your Servant will be waiting for thee. Yes, they travel on their own! Indeed, on occasion they will leave your homes in response to a device I call ‘the Guiding Beacon,’ and return to us for but small adjustments. Upon their return to your homes, better Servants they’ll be. I apologize yet again for my absence tonight, noble friends. Fare thee well!

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