Ebretus the damed

After eight years of meticulous study I've learned very little of the lands of Luarnia or its people. The warriors of this land fight with a reckless furry and speed in their strikes, The Jaegers their called, nearly beasts in their own right when the fighting starts. I've seen some gruesome things in this town, some I won't ever talk about … Or write about....   Experiments with something foul have lead to a land and a people with a undeniable other worldliness. In this city I fear the dark more than any wizard of my statues care to admit. I've heard things, the sounds of monstrous screaming, and occult chanting. I fear spending another day in this town. The people's eyes seem to stare through me, most seem in a daze, hardly noticing my presence less I bump into them. something afoul is at work here   I advise we declare the lands of Summer near Luhania a black zone, no good can come from here, no truths worse gleaming. The people grow more paranoid and jumpy, I hear whispers of a great hunt tonight.. i don't know what they tend to hunt, no animals live anywhere near, perhaps they know something I don't... i don't like the sound of it. Tomorrow I will pack up my bags and write up my final assessment. I can't wait to be free of this place.   Chronicles of Acharon 6670 Psiil, Gray Beard Ishin   Errata This is his last entry. I don't suspect he ever got out of Luharnia. This place is officially black zoned, no associates are to engage, investigate, or contact   Chronicles of Acharon 6739 Tor, Big Hat Logan