Field Report - Revision history

imported>An Adventurer at 23:12, 30 August 2017

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 {{Intro
   | Patch Introduced = [[Shadows of the Past]]
-  |   Related Quests = [[Minor Atlan Stones]]
+  |   Related Quests = [[Sparking Stone Quest]]
   |          Updated =
 }}
-{{Translated Text
+{{Item
-  |             How Obtained = Found alongside the [[Minor Sparking Stone]].
+  |               Name = Field Report
- |        Untranslated Name = Hastily Scrawled Note
+  |         Icon Image = Field Report Icon.png
-  |  Untranslated Icon Image = Hastily Scrawled Note Icon.png
+  |              Value = 200
-  | Untranslated Description = A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.
+  |             Burden = 25
-  |      Untranslated Author =
+  | Special Properties =
-  |       Special Properties =
+  |         Additional = 5 of 5 pages full.
-  |          Translated Name = Field Report
+  |        Description = A translation of a hastily written note found with the Minor Sparking Stone.
- |    Translated Icon Image = Field Report Icon.png
+  |        Inscription =
 }}

imported>An Adventurer at 08:16, 20 March 2009

2009-03-20T08:16:42Z

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	~~'''Pre-Translation Name:'''~~ [[Hastily Scrawled Note]]		{{Intro
			\| Patch Introduced = [[Shadows of the Past]]
	~~'''Pre-Translation~~ Description~~:'''~~A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.		\| Related Quests = [[Minor Atlan Stones]]
			\| Updated =
	~~'''Pre-Translation Author:''' Unknown~~		}}
			{{Translated Text
	~~'''How obtained:''' Found in the Zefir Cave at 60~~.~~0S, 75.5E in~~ the [[Minor ~~Atlan Stones]] quest~~.		\| How Obtained = Found alongside the [[Minor Sparking Stone]].
			\| Untranslated Name = Hastily Scrawled Note
	~~'''~~Translator~~:''' [[~~Bretself the Translator]]		\| Untranslated Icon Image = Hastily Scrawled Note Icon.png
			\| Untranslated Description = A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.
	~~'''~~Translator Speech~~:'''~~<Br>		\| Untranslated Author =
	<font color=darkgoldenrod>[[Bretself the Translator]] tells you, "Curious. This is a letter home from a soldier on campaign. A singularly disturbing campaign, if I may venture the opinion. My thanks for recovering it. We may be able to cull some valuable knowledge from this."<br>		\| Special Properties =
	[[Bretself the Translator]] tells you, "Here is a copy for you."</font><br>		\| Translated Name = Field Report
			\| Translated Icon Image = Field Report Icon.png
	~~'''Translated Name:'''~~ Field Report		\| Translated Description = A translation of a book found with the Minor Shivering Stone.
			\| Translated Author = Atlan{{!}}Field Report
	~~'''Translated Description:''' A translation of a hastily written note found with the [[Minor Sparking Stone]]~~.		\| Translator = Bretself the Translator
			\| Translator Speech = <font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Hastily Scrawled Note.</font><br><font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "Curious. This is a letter home from a soldier on campaign. A singularly disturbing campaign, if I may venture the opinion. My thanks for recovering it. We may be able to cull some valuable knowledge from this."<br>Bretself the Translator tells you, "Here is a copy for you."</font><br><font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Field Report.</font>
	~~'''Translated Author:''' Ihdare Kelderam~~		\| Maila,<br><br>My love, you could not believe the state of this place. Were I not here, I would not.<br><br>We have been marching for forty and five days now, come up from the port of Planae, east of Nesortania. We have passed into the Dericost marches, and the weather has turned noticeably chiller. But there is something strange about the weather here, something harder to express.
			\| It seems as if the land is under a strange sense of oppression. I know it is foolhardy to think it, but the quality of the light here seems changed. As I look at the blighted fields we pass through each day, it is as if I were viewing them through dark gauze, or through the sooty outgassings of our volcanic pyreal forges.
	~~'''Pages:''' 5~~		\| I am more distressed by the fact that we encounter fewer people as we press north. Yestereve, we passed through the village of Daralet, only to find it entirely abandoned. Of most of the population, there was no sign. Only the bodies of the elderly and infirm could be seen, and these were strewn about the streets in a manner most horrible. I am disturbed by the thought of an enemy who could so maltreat their opponents. The army has not been made fearful by these sights, but has only redoubled its grim determination. I am wrathful, my love - and you know how difficult it is to raise my ire.
			\| The army has encamped for the night on the Plain of Avrilan. I have sent mounted chevairds out as pickets, and the enchanters have raised walls of sod around us. I now sit in my tent, alone save for Kelderam, before my captains assemble to present their evening reports. I can hear the men and women of the army around me - thousands and thousands of them, turning the plain into a garden of campfire-blossoms. They sing rounds, they play their dicing games, and they do the things that men and women do. Spirits are high.
	~~'''Translated Text:'''~~		\| For the past two nights the pickets have brought back unusual reports. While they have not seen anything untoward, they feel as if they have been watched as they perform their patrols. The night, they say, moves when they do not look at it. I think the enemy knows we are coming. So much the better; I have with me the most experienced and well-equipped army in the world. I am confident we can prevail, should our captains be wise, and our soldiers be constant.<br><br>Atlan<br>Dictated to and scribed by Ihdare Kelderam, squire to his Lordship
			}}
	''Maila,

	''My love, you could not believe the state of this place. Were I not here, I would not.

	''We have been marching for forty and five days now, come up from the port of Planae, east of Nesortania. We have passed into the Dericost marches, and the weather has turned noticeably chiller. But there is something strange about the weather here, something harder to express.

	''It seems as if the land is under a strange sense of oppression. I know it is foolhardy to think it, but the quality of the light here seems changed. As I look at the blighted fields we pass through each day, it is as if I were viewing them through dark gauze, or through the sooty outgassings of our volcanic pyreal forges.


	''I am more distressed by the fact that we encounter fewer people as we press north. Yestereve, we passed through the village of Daralet, only to find it entirely abandoned. Of most of the population, there was no sign. Only the bodies of the elderly and infirm could be seen, and these were strewn about the streets in a manner most horrible. I am disturbed by the thought of an enemy who could so maltreat their opponents. The army has not been made fearful by these sights, but has only redoubled its grim determination. I am wrathful, my love - and you know how difficult it is to raise my ire.

	''The army has encamped for the night on the Plain of Avrilan. I have sent mounted chevairds out as pickets, and the enchanters have raised walls of sod around us. I now sit in my tent, alone save for Kelderam, before my captains assemble to present their evening reports. I can hear the men and women of the army around me - thousands and thousands of them, turning the plain into a garden of campfire-blossoms. They sing rounds, they play their dicing games, and they do the things that men and women do. Spirits are high.


	''For the past two nights the pickets have brought back unusual reports. While they have not seen anything untoward, they feel as if they have been watched as they perform their patrols. The night, they say, moves when they do not look at it. I think the enemy knows we are coming. So much the better; I have with me the most experienced and well-equipped army in the world. I am confident we can prevail, should our captains be wise, and our soldiers be constant.

	''Atlan
	''Dictated to and scribed by Ihdare Kelderam, squire to his Lordship


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imported>Zenodice at 23:26, 7 May 2008

2008-05-07T23:26:20Z

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	'''Pre-Translation Description:'''A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.		'''Pre-Translation Description:'''A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.

	'''Pre-Translation Author:'''~~unknown~~		'''Pre-Translation Author:''' Unknown

	'''How obtained:''' Found in the Zefir Cave at 60.0S, 75.5E in the [[Minor Atlan Stones]] quest.		'''How obtained:''' Found in the Zefir Cave at 60.0S, 75.5E in the [[Minor Atlan Stones]] quest.
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	''For the past two nights the pickets have brought back unusual reports. While they have not seen anything untoward, they feel as if they have been watched as they perform their patrols. The night, they say, moves when they do not look at it. I think the enemy knows we are coming. So much the better; I have with me the most experienced and well-equipped army in the world. I am confident we can prevail, should our captains be wise, and our soldiers be constant.		''For the past two nights the pickets have brought back unusual reports. While they have not seen anything untoward, they feel as if they have been watched as they perform their patrols. The night, they say, moves when they do not look at it. I think the enemy knows we are coming. So much the better; I have with me the most experienced and well-equipped army in the world. I am confident we can prevail, should our captains be wise, and our soldiers be constant.

	Atlan		''Atlan
	Dictated to and scribed by Ihdare Kelderam, squire to his Lordship		''Dictated to and scribed by Ihdare Kelderam, squire to his Lordship


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2008-05-07T23:25:59Z

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'''Pre-Translation Name:''' [[Hastily Scrawled Note]]

'''Pre-Translation Description:'''A smeared and almost illegible note, on stained paper. It is written in the High Empyrean language of the Era of Lore.

'''Pre-Translation Author:'''unknown

'''How obtained:''' Found in the Zefir Cave at 60.0S, 75.5E in the [[Minor Atlan Stones]] quest.

'''Translator:''' [[Bretself the Translator]]

'''Translator Speech:''' 
[[Bretself the Translator]] tells you, "Curious. This is a letter home from a soldier on campaign. A singularly disturbing campaign, if I may venture the opinion. My thanks for recovering it. We may be able to cull some valuable knowledge from this." 
[[Bretself the Translator]] tells you, "Here is a copy for you." 

'''Translated Name:''' Field Report

'''Translated Description:''' A translation of a hastily written note found with the [[Minor Sparking Stone]].

'''Translated Author:''' Ihdare Kelderam

'''Pages:''' 5

'''Translated Text:'''

''Maila,

''My love, you could not believe the state of this place. Were I not here, I would not.

''We have been marching for forty and five days now, come up from the port of Planae, east of Nesortania. We have passed into the Dericost marches, and the weather has turned noticeably chiller. But there is something strange about the weather here, something harder to express.

''It seems as if the land is under a strange sense of oppression. I know it is foolhardy to think it, but the quality of the light here seems changed. As I look at the blighted fields we pass through each day, it is as if I were viewing them through dark gauze, or through the sooty outgassings of our volcanic pyreal forges.

''I am more distressed by the fact that we encounter fewer people as we press north. Yestereve, we passed through the village of Daralet, only to find it entirely abandoned. Of most of the population, there was no sign. Only the bodies of the elderly and infirm could be seen, and these were strewn about the streets in a manner most horrible. I am disturbed by the thought of an enemy who could so maltreat their opponents. The army has not been made fearful by these sights, but has only redoubled its grim determination. I am wrathful, my love - and you know how difficult it is to raise my ire.

''The army has encamped for the night on the Plain of Avrilan. I have sent mounted chevairds out as pickets, and the enchanters have raised walls of sod around us. I now sit in my tent, alone save for Kelderam, before my captains assemble to present their evening reports. I can hear the men and women of the army around me - thousands and thousands of them, turning the plain into a garden of campfire-blossoms. They sing rounds, they play their dicing games, and they do the things that men and women do. Spirits are high.

''For the past two nights the pickets have brought back unusual reports. While they have not seen anything untoward, they feel as if they have been watched as they perform their patrols. The night, they say, moves when they do not look at it. I think the enemy knows we are coming. So much the better; I have with me the most experienced and well-equipped army in the world. I am confident we can prevail, should our captains be wise, and our soldiers be constant.

Atlan
Dictated to and scribed by Ihdare Kelderam, squire to his Lordship

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