Hail Basin,

I, Lebo Needles, have requested and been sanctioned to allow this report
for the Order of Shallach to be seen by all. It is rather rudimentary; I
am still getting used to writing reports, but I hope it suffices and
informs anyone who could not be present in Lirangsha.

Cordially,

Lebo Needles
Shallah's Squire

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Month: Dioni 475 CE
Order Member: Squire Lebo Needles
Business: Routine Visitation of Lirangsha

As per our revived Codes, I, and my stead Snickerdoodle, made way to
Lirangsha for the quarterly observation of the Heart of Shallah there. I
met with the members of the Hundred, who received me warmly. We broke
bread and beer from their reserves. It was rather plain, but filling
nonetheless. A singer and I were in the middle of a conversation about
the Order when we began to hear distant whispers. At first, she thought
nothing of it; I, thanks to our training, did find it peculiar. I bid
her farewell and took Snickerdoodle out into the cloudy portion of
Lirangsha, assessing if any threat took there. At that time, the
whispers were growing in tenor. What were once whispers soon revealed
themselves to be the hissing of snakes.

As the hissing grew louder, the dusk-driven sky turned a foul green, and
then, higher still, a portal flashed open. From this portal descended
terrible creatures: snake-women upon wings of metal. One of them hissed
to the others, a shout that made Snickerdoodle kick and buck. She said
that the time had come, and that they seek power for the "Grand Design."
They were to summon the Wheel of the Goloths, which they did. However,
as that happened, blue light rippled across the horizon. One of the Time
Dames became aware of these gorgons' manipulation of the Wheel.
Stepasha, Dame of Destruction, made clear her intent to fight off the
gorgons with an army of dominators. I tried to usher those of the
Hundred I could find to safety, as soon, Lirangsha was embroiled in
battle.

Thankfully, several good-hearted folks from the Basin came to aid the
efforts of protecting the Wheel. Certainly, some were more interested
from a observant standpoint, but many came to fight both gorgon and
dominator alike. I met with Falaeron Shevat of Hallifax first, who
helped slay gorgons and dominators aplenty. Ejderha Strongleaf and Iytha
Trueflight found the head gorgon - Sister Nosthe, she called herself -
and quickly slew her. But her death, it seemed, did not take hold.
Whatever malignant power that she possessed caused her to reform anew.
They fought her off repeatedly, slaying her some, her slaying some of
them.

In the meantime, Veyils Ysav'rai of Glomdoring spoke to me and attempted
to suss out what I knew about what was going on. She seemed sceptical
about why I was at Lirangsha, but who could blame her? Our Order had not
formally let it be known that we have revived ourselves after the
temporal solidification of our former leaders. No matter. I hope my
answers provided some clarity to the situation, but I am not too
certain. In any case, after Veyils questioned me, more and more people
from the Basin flooded to assist. Mostly they were from the cities of
Hallifax and commune of Glomdoring, but some from Gaudiguch and
Serenwilde arrived. They fault valiantly as I gathered the corpses of
the fallen. When the battled lulled, we had a moment to catch our breath
- but it was not for long. Stepasha and Nosthe gathered their forces
once more, hundreds of dominators and gorgons. But in the end, we
prevailed.

With their forces weakened, the Dame and the Sister fled and I went to
assess the Wheel of the Goloths that spun in the air. Thank goodness I
trained Snickerdoodle with some flight and fed him properly, aye? The
Wheel seemed relatively undamaged, but it was askew. I am not sure if it
was from the fight or if the Dame or Sister took something from it. But
it was spinning. Fast. Snickerdoodle and I raced away as it spun in
fury, its energies culminating in a fiery flash of temporal power. It
streaked across the heavens, boring holes through reality. Aye, time
rifts - at least two from when I scouted - have amassed in the Southern
Mountains and in the Hifarae Hills, and from them, sileni and nagasith
from yesteryear have arrived.

I have surmised that perhaps if enough of them are convinced to return
to the rifts, that their kindred energies will send them back from
whence they came, and eventually, the rifts will seal. However, I am not
too keen on temporal mechanics. Perhaps a Hallifaxian can measure them
or something? In any case, the sileni and nagasith seem
well-intentioned.

Penned by My hand on the 18th of Klangiary, in the year 475 CE.