25 Mirtul, 1502 DR

Another trivial and easy endeavour, but no less bothersome. We were tasked to aid the refugees of Elturel, city that was apperantely dragged into the pits of hell. Some Conjurer must have really messed something up, or the Hells are about to bring their Blood Wars to this realm of reality. They wouldn't dare do that to the realms of Our Majesty, the Raven Queen, for they would know what pain trully is. Back to the matter at hand, we had to deal with a militia from Bladur's Gate called the Flamming Fists, quite a rude and unreasonable lot. We had to sort out the refugees by their arbitrary rules, and so we did, but not before getting attacked by some foolish cultist of Devil Prince Zariel. They were foolish enough to attack a highly armed group of mercenaries, but one of them was an Enchanter. Enchaters... I really hate them. Always using their mind tricks to take over the will of others, such a cowardly lot... I digress. Anyways, we killed almost all of them, but the bloody Enchanter was able to escape. We then discovered a plot from them to kill all those related to Hellriders, knights of this Plane of Existance that go to the Hells to fight Devils. Quite an idiotic idea, best way to deal with Devils is to just send some Demons their way, let'em kill each other to all eternity, as they so wish. We were able to warn two of them before their deaths, but one was foolish enough to run off on a different direction then us, and got killed anyways. I am not one to casually say that, but that was quite an idiotic idea, and the Raven Queen probably wasn't expecting that sould to reach her anymore, but it did regardless. We were still payed for the job, so that's what matters.

Signing out,
Zaerius Morggoth, humble servant of Our Majesty, the Raven Queen.

16 Mirtul, 1502 DR

Oh, how some waste their time and potentials... Some scholars really have nothing better to do then to waste their time and that of others with trivial and moronic tasks instead of actually doing anything of great importance, such as advancing the world's knowledge or crafting the arts that move the souls... These Theodora and Erasmus squader their potential by getting into a petty trickery warfare that we were now involved in. We were sent there to recover Oz, a pseudodragon familiar of Theodora, steal a trophy from Erasmus and wreck his abode with harmless pranks, as they say. Being that Theodora used the resources to hire highly trained mercenaries for such menial task, we did it with no troubles at all. I did find quite a curious trinket though, a greatsword hilt that can constantly bleed while holding it in both hands, it shall be a great addition to my art... In conclusion, Illusionists are too stupid and frivolous, and I recommend that we shall reconsider accepting any Syndicate prospects that want to follow such immature arcana arts.