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The fisherman by the sea are a motley lot. Lemsk was a hunter in his day, specializing in basilisks. He loves telling tales about a basilisk of humongous proportions, breathing fire and brimstone no less! Or perhaps it was a dragon? It's hard to keep up with his tales. Though he never saw one himself, he swears it lives far up in the mountains. Taren laughs, "Come off it, ya ol' crazy coot!"
Perhaps Taren is right, yet with all I have seen, I would not doubt it so hastily. Perhaps some proof can settle the matter, should it exist.
Usys, on the other hand, comes across as a man with a dark past. He touches upon it occasionally, bragging about the skill and speed he once possessed in his youth. He does not say much more than that.
An old tower now abandoned. It must have been a sight to behold in its day.
I imagine banners flowing in the wind blazing in the daylight with a noble's great emblem. At night, torches scattering their light into the stars.
But no more. The history of this structure and the people who once lived there... all gone. The goblins have scavenged much from its walls, stealing its memory from the world.
I wonder what fate befell those who dwelled here? Does their family live on? Are they all buried in some long-lost crypt? Do their memories cry out at what is now lost to the world?
An uneasy feeling creeps into the mind of those who approach this ancient spire. The power emanating from this area is tangible. The dead stir from the energy permeating the air.
Some travelers claim the ancient and decrepit bones of a brutal warrior, felled in battle long ago, rises to feast upon the living from time to time. I've seen not but a haunt or two, floating among the walking bones.
I think I shall let it be however, for this is one claim I wish not to test.
I was scouting a valley flanked by mountains and a long-abandoned tower. I spied a man gazing down from the cliffs up above. I was wary, but curious, although he quite clearly had ill intention. I made my way up the slope, to the overlook where this man stood. There was nothing save for a giant rock beetle.
Where did he go?
I shall keep an eye out, and blade ready, should he show himself again.
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