On Captain Krakscragger

On this day, the vision of the undead pirate, Captain Kragscragger, appeared in our Freeport. He declared war on Guldorand; he claimed that we should arm everyone old enough to carry a sword. The same declaration has been made to Cordor, and no doubt will be made to other ports of the isle.

For my part, I speak for Guldorand. I haven't been here as long as some have on this isle. Nevertheless, I know this; we've survived much worse than this.

In the past, our Freeport was attacked by vampires and drow raiders alike, looking for easy prey. It's been blighted and poisoned by forces of the dark, hoping to sap our spirits. Less than five years ago, plague infested our streets, the city flooded, as the sick lay decaying and dying in our streets; yet a cure was found. Even now, we repel near-daily the attacks of the Underdark.

Guldorand, we have triumphed over worse than this.

We stand ready to face this threat. We know how to fight the undead. Holy and healing magics, clerics, spells that end the animation puppeting their lifeless bones. The Freeport and city proper have been blessed against undead incursions, thanks to the efforts of our clerics.

The bulk of this fight, however, is yet to come. Now is the time to prepare.

If you need Heal scrolls, reach out to the clerics of the city. If you need to train, the Constabulary and Garrison are always willing to spar, and are actively recruiting. If you're still doing writs, we have Deep Wells Guides to help you get there, strong enough to fight the undead.

Above all, we are here for each other. We stand together, ready to face this threat. So let's work together, to fight back the evil that's threatening our city.

For the Republic,

       Day 21, Month 9 (Eleint), 187 AR
       Clarisse Ashton