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Transcript on of Wayland’s Journal
After so many year my story much be told. This is no longer a battle simply for my child. It is no longer a war of vengeance. The fae are unstable. They must be stopped. The first purging was not enough. Enclosed in this book is a brief history of the realms of fae as I saw them. Read carefully these pages for inside is my folly but after is my triumph.
Cold forged iron were the original severn each one for a lord whose true name I had found. Surely these fae were not of lowly class and each was hard to slay but in time all were captured into my crown and the soul of each was forged into the iron blades.
Something was amiss however and the seven could not stay near each other for any length of time. Many times over I found myself carrying one away from the other without any forethought as to why. Just as they quibbled in life their souls quibbled in death and spread the night by each others side the could not.
This was not long a problem how ever for I soon found creature both men and monster who would seek to do the same as I and end the fae cycle, even as each died my blade in his hand another would grasp the blade and carry on the crusade against fae. How surprise I was to find that soon even the lords of fae brought this weapon down upon each other out of spite and malice the fickle fae were far more effective with my blades than ever a mortal could be and my own eyes did see the duke of magic himself strike down the dog king and his maybe consort.
The fae brought the first purging on themselves in a way that mortal never could. Things settled for a time and even the indecisive elves seemed content in their way keeping their own courts. My own blades have brought a piece of moral order and fear of death.They had level the field and when all who were stuck down from war dog to goblin were not cycled the fae came to respect and fear their new king of magic.
Many fae cycled many times before my blades again were united. So strong was the hatred of the halfsouls that their fury did strife the fae and mortal lands. Again it was the mortal who brought this bane to an end.
At this time my patience grew thin as my old set of blades did begin to falter. Every blade broken was another nemesis freed. This simple could not be. Surely there are those who still see as I do. The fae cycle must end.
You oh mortal of hardened heart and sharpened blade have help to begin the purging anew. Lied forth herein are the Magics I have perfected to stop this cycle now and forever, the time of the mortals is nigh. Rejoice and embrace the ending of the cycle.

Wayland

I have managed to condense my lifetime of learning into a path of magic which will aid you in ending the fae menace.
The spell of the first circle is one of fae detection. Simply by asking with a force enough will a fae it true nature it must be forthright with you. Ask any creature whether it is a fae and all fae must reveal their true identity.
The spell of the second circle is one of protection from fae. Fae are like the undead and have magic's unique to themselves. By weaving again these patterns you can prevent them from advancing upon you.
The spell of the third circle is one of the forcing the cycle. Until we can finally end the fae cycle for all time the next best thing is to keep sending them back to the bottom. This will keep their power base unstable. A fairy stone is a rock from a place in between much like the fae themselves. To force this stone into their souls will force them back into their circle.
The spell of the fourth circle is one of fae harming. By beating a fairy stone into the head of an arrow will slay fae as few other have before. It will pierce the hides of many fae and soon they will fall as grain before the sickle.
The spell of the fifth circle is one of fae fear. At night foul troll mother tell stories to their foul troll babies of a time when my blades cut many from the cycle. They still fear the name of Wayland and my name may be used to send them running back to their dens and crottos. Elves, satyrs, goblins and leprechauns alight quake at the thought of another purging. Remind them of why we are here.
By freeing this document you free me to work on my final opus. My hands are no longer tied thanks to you who carry on the war in my stand. I will contact you again once my spell of the eighth circle is completed.
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