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Journal Entry Number Eleven

I was very pleased with myself for I managed to purchase a substantial amount of magical items, and Ferrit was gracious enough to offer me a discount on multiple purchases. Such a delightful day, and with the magical items, my magic is amplified providing me with more spell usage. Along the way, I met up with Fehriel and Mirren, they were headed to the Umber Hulk caverns again and I decided to come along. They engaged a Xorn once we entered the cavern, and it shook the ground with its tremendous powers, I was mauled unconscious by a boulder; apparently my new magical items were insufficient to save me. I died, and I was sent back to Fort Vehl, but this time, I evaded the Soul Mother’s embrace. Pondering on my death, I saw Fehriel along the way, apparently, he was killed by the celestial Mirren conjured. Apparently the celestial fell to the madness of the Umber Hulks and killed Fehriel in confusion. I never thought that a celestial could fall prey to such a thing, only made me doubt the power of the heavens even more. Putting aside the celestial mishap, I focused more on the Xorn and how it killed me. Such tremendous power it unleashed on the earth, if a person was to harness that power and unleash it, one could level cities and shape mountains.

Taking my leave, I went to Fort Vehl, hoping to catch a glance of the accused Dark Elf, and as I reached the town center, guards of Rofirein formed in front of the jail. To my dismay, I never got a chance to take a glance at the fool, and instead, I stumbled upon Annie, and her two associates – a Lucindite, and an orc, a fascinating pair. I joined them into the Gloom Woods for I have not yet been there, and to my amazement, it was sprawling with undead as well as mutant Humanoids; all of which I presumed were the machinations of a darkweaver. As we plowed through corpse after corpse, we were accompanied by a bard that went by the name of War Singer, like me, he veils his face so. Completing the task, we stayed for a while at the mercenary camp, wherein War Singer and I shared a few stories. He was very timid, and in one occasion lied about his upbringing; I presume he’s a Goblin by the way he speaks, no Halfling would speak in such a way. He even cringed when I hinted at the sight of a Dark Elf mercenary within our midst.

Going back to Fort Vehl, Annie and her two companions bade farewell to us. As we arrived, we were welcomed by a familiar sight; the whole wargpack was there, along with Melana, Fehriel, Rose, Marius, and a Halfling that I wasn’t acquainted with. The Halfling seemed to be a rather agile fellow, and at the hint of caves, the Deep, and Dark Elves, she showed quite distaste, how quaint. We made our way back into the Gloom Woods and raided a few corpses, and when we came back to Fort Vehl, I beheld the creature which called herself “goggles”. This time I composed myself and remained civil; she didn’t speak that much, wise choice actually, lest the wargpack unleash their fury on her.

We took a boat to the Dragon Islands to visit the caves and raid a few Minotaurs. I have never been to the islands, nor have I heard of tales about it, and as soon as we thought of a battle plan, we were faced with such monstrous creatures – a forest full of mutant Humanoids, forest renders, and hostile myconids. Reaching the cave, we plowed through wave after wave of Minotaurs, and our strategy seemed flawless. Although, on the way back, we were outflanked by a few Minotaurs and sadly, Grovel was wounded beyond healing.

Slowly I gain more allies who will protect me for now, and soon I shall gain more. For now, I shall lie low as I continue to hone my abilities and live with limits. That Dark Elf was a fool, and apparently lacked the intelligence to make use of the lessons taught to him. Such a pity, I could have used him as another servitor.