(To be distributed among the PCs)

Rogmarl a man was called. He was a great warrior when the Devilish Moon was coming. He was not at Boldhome. He choose to defend his tribe instead, since Culbrea-land was sorely beset as well. When the Lunar Officer said to the tribe that resistance was meaningless since Boldhome had fallen, Rogmarl walked forth. He said that the Lunar soldiers must be strange indeed to take orders from an officer possessed by the King of Ghouls. And he showed that the officer was possessed by the King of Ghouls when he chanted a song which made the thunder bellow even in this moment of defeat. And the chant summoned the women who ever hunt the King of Ghouls and on Rogmarl's order they now chased the Lunar officer. The soldiers went brave-broken. They retreated and much of Culbrea-land could be saved in this way. Rogmarl is not here anymore. He had to flee from the Red Evilmen in the year of the Righteous Wind.

Last year Oranda Venharlsdotter died. Cunning cat-woman and wise in magic she was. When she mewed the cats of a whole clan climbed her skirts. She was of the Stirlgon clan. She was burned on Rune-carven clogs, but when the fire had died and the clogs had been taken by Oakfed the Runes were left. Out of Runes a voice spoke. It is said that the voice of Oranda was heard: "Be it known that when five cats are seen mewing together at the Vengecairn Walls and the Moon is Black, then shalt the one who didst evil to me and who made me suffer pick mistletoe in the hollows. And those of my bloodline who behold this, they shan't pick mistletoes, they shall search under stones were woundvenge is found. And these shall be the bane of the one whom didst evil to me." Many in the Stirlgon Clan are worried and wonder who did evil to Oranda Venharlsdotter. Orlanth has not given oracle-answer.

Three years after Boldhome's fall two moon-missionaries with sharp scimitars wandered among the households of the Gwandor clan. They were dangerous and evil warriors. Ogg Olkesson a man was called, who sat on grand riches at the Black Sparrow Stead. He was worried to loose the land the clan had bestowed him with. He was worried for his life. A neighbor to Ogg was Beard-Styrkar, big, brave, hungry to do battle, and a great scald. He sat up on the Sheep-Ring Stead. When he received tidings of the Moon-missionaries approaching Sheep-Ring Stead and Black Sparrow Stead he girded on his sword and sent a song with a messenger to Ogg:

"Mailclad I have messages
moved to Ogg, whom I love,
Olke's son, who steers
the flash of steel in the fight:
drive into death that craven
moonwolf, who drools scorn
over High Orlanthi wind. I myself
shalt the other one slay."
Ogg Olkesson another song counter-sang:
"Late shall I swallow the bird
which the scald sent into my
mouth, didst it even from the
deepest draughts of scaldsdrink
emerge.
Never have I loved the ill
advice of others and my own
ruin. Not the least
fly I mean to swallow."

Beard-Styrkar met the Lunars alone, he cut one down, but received bane-wound from the other. Beard-Styrkar was burned with Wind Lord-ceremonials at Two Tone Stones. That same autumn the wind swept the roof away from Ogg's stead and a thunderbolt struck Ogg dead. His bones were laid among the thrall's cairns.

Chieftain Skamkel Headsplitter of the Varnding clan was the victim of ruin and misery recently. That is why he is so grim and blunt. Into his chieftain-hall he brought a company of entertainers. Four men they were, and play and sing in the name of Orlanth and Donandar didst they do. Two played on the harp, one was the master of the flute, and the last was a drummer. They were all very fat men. At the table of the feast Kangbard the Old, Lawspeaker of the clan, did warn the chief to take heed with the musicians. He didn't like the tones they were playing. He saw black omen-smoke in the rafters as the tones were hiding there. But to drunk to detect enemy with spirit magic were Chieftain Skamkel (at least that's what the scandal mongers are saying). When the melodies were going strange out of tune, people put hands over ears, but to late! Melodies became mocking torment and laughter. The musicians put everybody to sleep and robbed the chieftain-hall of the Varndings. Something very valuable disappeared, but do Skamkel tells anyone what - no! His shame is too great. One week later Kangbard the Old was burned on Rune-pyre. No-one knows how he died, but someone has seen four Tricksters on the move carrying a little cage containing a heart. Rumours has it that the heart is Kangbard's, and that it was carved out of his body that fateful night. The clan council of Varnding still hasn't elected a new Lawspeaker. None seems to know much about what is truth and what is lie in this story. Skamkel Headsplitter is silent.

Artagar's Quiver has resurfaced from the depths of murky history. Borngold Swiftfoot, the Master Hunter of the Elk Clan, is said to have had it secretly in his possession for over ten years. He has guarded his treasure well, and not to wonder. Every arrow drawn from that magic quiver always hits it target. (I.e. automatic Sureshot on every arrow drawn.)

At the dells near Wet Fog Stead many a men are gathering in secrecy to train in the arts of war. They have hidden stores of weapon and armour ready to be used against the Empire.

"Cunning cat-woman and wise in magic she was. When she mewed the cats of a whole clan climbed her skirts."

Eonia Twofist is a woman to avoid. Old and grey and from the Gwandor clan she is. Her sense and sanity has vanished with the air. If you're not with her you're against her. She is a beggar-woman with a dozen, or so, followers. Her followers carry her around the tribal territory in a sedan-chair. She leads a good life but her followers don't see much food. She has never listened to Orlanth's advice on generosity. Also with her is a coffin of wood. The coffin, always carried by this strange "beggar's parade", contains the rotting corpse of her husband Tungorl the Seductioner, the worst "ladies man" of the Tribe.

Tungorl the Seductioner of the Gwandor clan was hard on women. Many were the earthen daughters and Vingan Women he had sex with. Although everyone was aware of what was happening, his wife through all these years, Eonia Twofist, never did anything to get a divorce or complain to the Elders. Now, Tungorl has been dead for many years. And Eonia, who has lost all sense and sanity, has become an evil, lurking beggar. From stead to stead, from clan to clan, she and her gang of beggars wander. But strange tales still surround Tungorl. Twenty years ago he was so wild and drunk at a wedding that he madly ran off into the wilderness. Urgan Dirtydrum, a scald entertaining at the wedding followed Tungorl to the Telmori wilderness. In an opening in the woods, on a Rune-marked ground, he saw Tungorl making love with a she-wolf under the Full Moon. Both were like beasts in their copulation and Urgan feared for his life lest they had behold him. He rode back to the wedding. It should be noted that the bloodline of Tungorl is of unknown origin. His ancestors were already present at the Two-Pine Ridge when the Kortyrling clan took land there 300 years ago. The bloodline of Tungorl was adopted into the clan.

Jormarol Tenoxen, from the Stirlgon clan and Freshwater Stead, and his household are felling many trees at the Dour Trees. Not many know why. But he is building something big and tall. Rontossi Charcoalburner has told you that Jormarol is erecting a tower of wood. The ground-works were laid in stone, and according to one of the servants he put four sandals previously worn by Asrelia-cultists in each of the four cornerstones.

Ingarn Longleg lost his eye. Terg Hogesson was so badly damaged in his face that it is horribly misshapen, and no woman will ever choose him as a husband. And everyone knows that Arkilia Onearm got her nickname after an encounter with that beast Crimson-Eye-Wakboth-Bear. The mysterious wanderings of that bear each Dark Season is truly a mystery. A hunter of the Varnding clan - Shouting-Umathkar of Shimmer Stead - asserts that he has seen Crimson-Eye-Wakboth-Bear coming down from the Quivin Mts. But everyone knows that Shouting-Umathkar is a damned liar with black teeth.

Terg Hogesson has become very bitter because he is so very ugly. It has been said that he has thought of converting to Seven Mothers so he can get a new start in his life. That would not be good. When his brother, Barngradus of Spring Stead, a stout Carl, heard it, he swore to slay his own brother, even though he got Orlanth's spirit of retribution on his heels. But it's no risk for that occurring. Terg is good huntsman and warrior, so it will be Barngradus that will loose his life. But alas, omen at last years' Harvest festival suggested that the lands of Spring Stead will only yield its fantastic harvests as long as they are cared for by Barngradus.

Last year in Dark season, during a stormy night in a crowded Deer Hall Inn, your PC met a beautiful, unmarried woman from the Culbri clan. She was Moasta Pearllaughter, daughter of Endarl. The two of you sneaked off to Endarl's Stead. There you ate strange roots, supposed to give Uleria-visions, but they didn't. You remember fumes of sweat, seventeen grinder-teeth blowing on bronze-lures straight down into the earth, and a laughing Undine. Thereafter; a spinning hole of earth with a hysterically beating anvil over which Gustran laid like a fire-blasted zombie. Shocked, you fled the place. In the morn Moasta had disappeared. People is saying that she has been taken by bad spirits. You don't know if you should go to the Lawspeaker with your info. You don't know what kind of root you chewed.

Last year in Dark Season your PC lay totally pissed outside Deer Hall Inn while the snow blasted around you. Rather drunk you don't know what you saw. But it did look like Moasta Pearllaughter, daughter of Endarl of Culbri clan, though. Since that night she is lost. But to say what you think you saw...well her father would regard it as evil slander from a rotten little cottar. Well, Moasta, naked she was, danced in the snow with a wooden-stake between her legs and together with a Winterspirit. It looked like she was floating a feet over ground. She span out on Lorthing river, frozen over with ice. You heard a crack. But when you went out on the ice you couldn't notice any hole in the ice.

One of the most skilful smiths to have walked the earth of Sartar was Indorl Standstone. He knew the secrets of making enchanted iron and he was the court-smith of King Tarkalor Trollkiller. It is known that his whole right arm was divinely magic and that it was of great help in his fantastic feats. At his funeral the dusk was coloured in indigo and now he sits drinking strengthening-mead at the high table of Orlanth. He left seven Runepapers, and your father owned one. It is in your possession now.

Almost a year ago a man came to the smithy of yours. He asked you to mend a very graceful and valuable-looking broadsword. (He said he was Kolgar from the Tongarlting clan of the Balmyr tribe.) He came during the night and he had no money but he pawned a little wooden box and promised to be back within a year and reward you well for your work. Under no conditions were you allowed to open the box. The box is marked with strange runes, including a great Truth-rune.

One of the more strange landmarks on the Four-Winds Hill.

Grandfather Culbrea had a brother called Windblown Herder. His real name is forgotten. He wandered the hills in loneliness and he herded his sheep's on the highest of heights. Something must have happened with him for he remained in this world when he should have left it. He is a bad spirit of misfortune in contrast with the name of his brother, representing successful living. Because of that, it is always evil-boding to encounter the spirit of Wind-Blown Herder when one wanders the hills. It is now many years since someone last sighted him. Your great-great grandfather seems to have been the last to encounter him. Shortly afterwards your great-great grandfather was smitten down by a cave bear. This is how Wind-Blown Herder looks like: Chest-long braided beard, blue eyes behind bushy eyebrows, naked body with a tattooed left arm always carrying a shepherd's crook seemingly made of iron, and always very large shoes made of sheep-wool.

A companion in your younger years were Nastakos Hungersword from Pointing Bone Stead. Something horrible happened to him - he didn't manage the initiation tests of Orlanth and was expelled from the clan. He is counted as a stranger. You have heard ill tidings concerning him. Nowadays he is evidently in the Empire's sold, working as a bitter trapper, tracker and translator for their troops, fulfilling his private vengeance in this way.