Journal Entry Eleven
"of Tyranny and Trust"
No matter how simple it is, I find trust a hard thing to come by. I continued my travels under the disguise of a mute pilgrim, or Elvish mercenary. I met Ayana again, Another ranger. I hadn't seen Sharyn In A while, So I followed her around. I met "Ben" as well, and he could tell I was disguised. He let it go. I traveled with them, helping them gather things they needed.
Afterwords, we parted our ways, only meet each other again. I waited outside of hempstead as a Elvish mercenary. She believed it, or was pulling my chain, but I was pleased nonetheless. She lead me off to the near woods, and we sat for hours, just talking. It was nice. It reminded me of my encounter with Yvale. I should find her again. We left soon enough, leaving for the Northern Isles. This would be an adventure! A bad one, I found out later. I Came to know Tod. He was one of the people at that incident. I was surrounded by them. I didn't trust him at first, but Ben assured me he was good. I kept to myself on that ship ride north. It became cold, almost unbearable. The white sheets of ice were beautiful beyond belief. I took interest in the white power all over, finding out that it was cold, left very visible tracks until covered, tasted like water, and could be shaped. I also learned that the water itself was extremely cold.
Before we made it to the ship to the Black Isles, I had an encounter with the Elf that found me... Razeriem, I was told. I left immediately, letting Snagnor and Ben to argue with him, as I Attempted to follow Ayana's tracks. She left nothing, but I managed anyways. Once we reached the Black Isles, and set camp, Shagnor spoiled my disguise. He told me to remove it, to show myself to the others. I would try not to hold this against him, but It exposed my aliases. Tod seemed a bit startled, as did Ben. Apparently he didn't know. I continued on, happy that I found some more who were accepting. It was later that I met Ayana's sister. I didn't notice her at first with all the commotion in those caves, and hurriedly put on my cowl as soon as I noticed. It was too late. There was a large debate then over what I "really" was. A fiend to be killed? or a elf seeking redemption? Who knows. I left. I was tired of this. I don't care if they like me or not, but I'm here to stay. There was no way back to the Deep. None that I knew of. I continued on, grumbling to my self. I left to the far edge near the coast. I listened to them argue. It was pointless. As far as the woman was concerned, I was the same as every other foul being. Just more target practice. I cooled down and returned, throwing a ball of the white powder at Tod. Ayana was gone. I sat by the fire, and listened to what was being said. I understood the woman's tale of comparison, though not with ease. I only got bits and pieces, but understood well enough. I left, disgusted by the grotesque lies being waved in front of the others. The Tyranny of hate seemed to follow me. I chuckled at this. After all, I
was a disciple of the Prince of Hate... Was.
Once reaching leringard, I began looking for Ayana. I combed the woods up north, and worked my way down. I knew she liked woods and quite places, especially from or last chat. I didn't have to go far. I came across her by a River out in the forest. A beautiful place. Figures.
We sat and talked. She looked disheartened, and It bothered me to think of a friend being sad by the events that I stirred up. I finally got her to smile a bit after much pestering. after that, our chat resumed. She was the first to learn a bit of my past, as I was reluctant to share those memories. My scar still itches every time I think about it. I left later, of to practice my rangering skills. After all, I did say I wanted to.
After that experience, I finally found trust,
real trust. It is an odd thing. To accept one and their faults. even if it was their heritage. I hope I can find others I trust as well. Jilsponie, Sharyn, Ayana, Sallozzo, Mip, Snagnor. Maybe I did have family.