
Every card, every legend, every poor sod who met a very big sword. Filed, cross-referenced, and only slightly embellished.
One character, a few jokes, and shorts that are frankly too short.
The long tellings. Pull up a chair, this one has a story in it.
Lost newsreels from the dawn of Praetoria, era by era.
No narrator. Just the story, the sound, and the card.
Visitors, rants, whispers, and things Mags told me not to file.

Goblin. Former pitfighter. Keeper of the record. Digs through battle reports and conflicting accounts until he knows what happened, then tells you about it, loudly. Details matter. A good story still has to survive scrutiny.

Elf. Former Whisperer. Where Vinnie studies the record, Mags finds the person who knows what the record left out, and then says it quietly enough to ruin his whole day.
Arrives unheard. Is usually right.