Changes

Ater After my encounter with the savage dune thresher (see [[Writings_of_Abd_al-Hazir:_Entry_no._0004|Encounter with Burrowing Death, entry 004]]), one might think it natural were I hesitant to venture into the wastes surrounding [[Caldeum]]. Those who have set foot upon the [[Borderlands]]' burning yellow landscape and looked out upon its miles of barren sand roiling with terrible wildlife would surely agree with this sentiment.

But [[Hakan II]], our young and inexperienced sovereign, has seen fit to withdraw the support of Caldeum from the wastes and leave those who live there to their own devices. Now, no caravan is safe, and refugees from the Borderlands beat against the gates of Caldeum in an endless wave of displaced humanity, desperate for the salvation our city once provided. I have spoken with many of these poor folk at length, and the tales they share would give even the most stalwart adventurer pause. Though their stories of a [[Dark Cultist|secret cult]] intent on raising a [[demon]]ic army are obviously embellished due to their lack of knowledge pertaining to such things, their hysteria and suffering have convinced me that something terrible indeed stalks the Borderlands.