Gosu

Biography
Gosu is a wandering scribe and historian, Currently, he resides in the large city of Tulipia, in the nation of Borhammar.

His story in the present has just begun in earnest, but what little we know of the enigmatic scribe's past comes from his own accounts.

A Personal Chronicle (I)
I ''came upon this world in ages past; I was born of the desert, close to the gates of the city of Luxios. Fascinated as I was with Rathnir, I went on a long, unguided journey.''

''By foot and by boat, I managed to travel across the world seeing sprawling cities, imposing walls preventing entry. I vaguely remember passing by the sacred temples of Luxios and the cities of the Yimmu-Audal.''

''My ventures would lead me to Muviel, what appeared to be a center of religion and culture of the Simulami Empire. I had wished to become part of that town at the time, learn more of the world in an established hub of knowledge.''

''However, as I awaited an admission into the city-state, a voice echoed from the shadows, calling me to take another path. I saw a vision of a blackstone citadel, imposing from the distance yet filled with nothing but a hollow darkness within.''

''I heeded its call. A magic pulled me from one edge of the world to another; I found myself in the city-state of Yharnam. I was welcomed by the apparent leader of the Yharnamites and Pontiff of the Healing Church, a man that went by the name of MisterGorbachev.''

''It was not an easy life at the beginning; though the city's inhabitants were rich, there was little food to be found in their absence. There were next to no farms in the small town; it was said that there were plans to build these beneath the surface in the future, but in the meantime, I barely managed to scrape by with thanks to the unwatered wild wheat field that was planted on the outskirts of town.''

''Here, I would begin. The leader granted me any amount of Blackstone and Deepslate I needed to build my domicile; spruce wood was grown, scaled up, and cut down whenever needed in a small podzol field outside the town gates. I would build a tower-house that towered above everything but the manor of the town leader and pontiff, which was built atop a small hill, and the tall black citadel of The Healing Church.''

''From there, I would establish the Scriblordnen Historica, an order of scribes committed to recording and preserving the town's history. I had once written a chronicle of its beginnings, using information from the town's inhabitants, as well as divination into the Void of Discord. I also did studies on the economic direction and the theology of the town, critical issues in the mayoral elections that were about to take place. Macey, Queen of Lizards, showed mastery of these issues and won out against her electoral opponents, the absentee Dalebeat and the unapologetic dictatoriable Cow. Things were looking great for the town of Yharnam.''

''Then, silence. I had slumbered in my tower for months. By the time I had awoken, the town of Yharnam was no more. My tower still stood, but all the valuables had been taken; what small fortune I had amassed over the weeks of my stay, along with all the historical, economic, and political treatises I had written on the town were nowhere to be found. All that I knew was no longer there.''

''I walked closer to the Healing Church and found that Borhammar settlers seemingly appropriated the land and remodeled the Hollow Citadel to their purposes. It seems the new settlers now call the land by the name "Balphael", home to what is now called the Blackstone Tower.''

''Yharnam has fallen, and the Healing Church's theology is lost to time. Maybe in time, my memory will give me a glimpse of the enigmatic deity that called me to this place.''

''For now, however, I resolved that it was most important to integrate myself into the nation of Borhammar. It is likely that settlers, believing it was a ghost town, had ransacked the town, and with it, the books containing the secrets of the Healing Church, which only the town leader had ever gleaned. I know of the books' existence, but had never pored over its pages in earnest.''

Maybe in time, I will find these records, and with it, reconstruct a history of what has been lost so that those in the present may learn of it.

''It is also, however, time to move forward. There are always more histories to write, a new civilization to explore, and I have a life to live.''

I have made the long pilgrimage from my tower in Yharnam to the City of Tulipia, passing through the island kingdoms of Talos on the way.

''Here, I hope to start a new life as an academic and architect, the way I used to be prior to my slumber. Maybe in time, this path will lead me to the truths of my past which I seek.''

Until that day comes to pass, I live, I study, and I write.

Signed,

Gosu

Principal Scribe

Scriblordnen Historica