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|  Jacchri Abianca
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Jacchri watches the twins as they play with Achane in a clearing in Sielwood.
He reaches into his pack and takes his journal out and starts paging through the journal pausing occasionally reading a bit and thinking to himself.
It was a great privilege to see al those metallic dragons gathered and we were fortunate that they allowed us to take some of the eggs to aid in the coming battles. Magnificent creatures they are, so powerful and proud. Hopefully one day I would be able to see them in full battle while they fight on our side.
He continues to page, looking up every now and again checking that the kids are still all right. As he looks downs a smile crosses his face. The day I found my mother, Deladia, so much I have learned from her. Would I ever be able to do something for her, to show my appreciation? Would I ever see her home on Voltrex? Would she ever be allowed back there? So many questions unanswered in my head. But I am very grateful that the twins will know her as they grow up, something I did not have the privilege off. However these last couple of years I was gifted with her I am very grateful for.
Suddenly his face seems to cloud over and then it changes into a determined look.
I must still seek out that undead who wronged my father. I will have my revenge, especially after he tried to kill my mother as well. But I don’t know even where to start looking for him. I am just glad I could find that flower on Roldem in time. I have not thought about the undead in so long. Will he try again? Who will he target this time, my mother, the twins, Dorena, me? I hope he rather targets me, if any harm was to come to those I love…...
He shakes his head slightly and then continues to page in the journal. Suddenly he starts laughing.
I can laugh now….but being turned into an orc was no laughing matter. I did not think I would be normal ever again. During that time I did however learn so much regarding compassion and love. But the price I paid…the taint in my blood still exists. When will the demon come for me? Surely the time will come when I will have to face him. Maybe he has forgotten about me, but I cannot forget him, not when I can sometimes still feel the orc within me. I guess that is part of me and will still be for many years to come.
It was also during this time that I found love as Dorena and I grew closer to each other. Not even my ugly orc features could scare her away. My mother was right; she is one to hold on to tightly forever. How beautiful she looked on the day of our bonding. And how blessed we were for all the wolves to come and watch. I sense Longstrider watching me, looking out for me, guiding me. Does he have goal in mind for me I wonder? Is there something he wants me to do? I guess when the time is right he will show me. Or perhaps I sense something or someone else watching me?
He looks up briefly making sure the twins are still doing fine. He smiles seeing Lythar play with a piece of wood.
Perhaps he would make bows like I do one day. I would surely show him how to work hickory, oak, mahogany and yew. Perhaps I could even show him how too master the longbow, but that is his path which he has to find and walk. Just like when I had to find the skill to walk the path to Longstrider’s temple in the Forest of Mist. Many times I tried without luck, till one day suddenly I was able to pass the satyrs without the spotting me. My skills have greatly improved over time and I am sure Longstrider played a role in that. He must have sent the leopard and the panthers to teach me how to be one with the forest. But in the same breath he also taught me that one is not always hidden from sight, like the day I was killed by the malars near that forsaken temple.
He sighs.
The temple of Baraeon Ca'Duz, the place where I nearly lost my life forever while helping Ael fight the drow. Mortally wounded and a soul strand ripped from me. How long before she will have my whole soul? But somehow I sense my time is not here yet. Something I sense, a sense that I am still needed here.
He looks up again and smiles a he sees the twins still enjoying the day out. As his gaze drop down to the book he sees the bracelet around his arm and smiles.
How my opinion of the satyrs have changed over time. First I did not understand why they would block the route to the temple. But since that first day I have sneaked passed them, I have also come to respect them, even come too understand that the satyrs are merely guardians, guardians of the forest. And this became even clearer in my mind when I met the queen of the Broken Horn clan of the Serpent Isles. We had to rescue her from the drow that captured her and then the satyrs help us hold the bridge while Connor harvested the flower. Fighting shoulder to shoulder with their archers, their skill astounded me and I learned so much by just watching them.
Even though the trip was a success, once again the soul mother lurked and ripped another two soul strands from me. But the flower was needed for the cure and I am just glad that I could add my bow to the cause. The cure is more important than my soul strands. And I saw the broken bridges for the first time, which today I know lead to a portal, a portal that leads to the T’oleflor plane. What a beautiful place this is, much like Arborea but somehow different. And here I witnessed Rhizome receive the Silver Veign which he later planted at the Great Oak, a sight to behold and a memory I will cherish forever. Words cannot describe The Great Oak, you have to witness it, feel it.
He looks down at the bow lying next to him.
The T’oleflor’s gift to me, but why did they choose me? If am I worthy of such a gift, do they know something I don’t? But the finest bow I have ever seen, not even with all my skill and the best yew could I make such a fine bow. I will carry it with pride down the path that has been decided for me, whatever that is. I sense the time draw near….something is going to happen. Something that will change me forever…..I sense it…..I know it…….but what?
Jacchri looks up to see a small snake slither towards Lysira, but before he has time to react he sees a paw come down on it. He looks relieved as he sees Achane kill the snake. And his mind wanders again and he shivers slightly.
So many snakes we encountered and those corrupted kids may their soul’s find peace. But Shadison got what he wanted, ascension. But as always with the bad there was the good as well, as I saw Arborea. What a beautiful place that is. So peaceful and free from danger, hopefully one day I will have the honor to stay there.All the planes we saw, but none as beautiful as Arborea except perhaps Celestia, where we lead Aranna to take her place as guardian. Even though it was only temporary, as Tik was returned as the guardian once we unmasked Koralawyn’s deceit of Elezandor. And now perhaps Ireth will find some happiness with Aranna by her side.
He continues to page through the journal and then his face turns white.
Sinthar Bloodstone, the continuous threat to these lands. He even appeared one day and killed me and a couple others. He is indeed very powerful, but I have seen many of the heroes of this land in action and with their help there might be a chance. Much have been learned and gained that will aid us the battle, the trip to the underdark to find the shadow blade. Then the time we traveled too the temple of Shadison, being watched by the black wizards, while we felt the earth shake. Deeper into the temple we ventured, but too late we realized our mistake as we tumbled into the crack and found ourselves lost in the dark unknown.
But with the unfortunate event we also after many days and months of being lost, found an ancient place. And in this place we found one of the ancient councilors. Questions asked and answered and even more question rose in my head. We were shown were the lands were sundered and realised this was once part of the dragon isles. Those islands hold so many secrets and a beautiful land it is as well. It should be guarded, protected. But are the trees and satyrs enough to keep this land sacred and precious as it should be?
Perhaps the Vakhar could, on second thought I don’t think so, too many opinions and not always agreement within in the Vakhar. I have joined them in a common cause but I feel myself withdrawn from them. I know they all mean well but are the actions always the correct one. We found a safe path to the temple, one that avoids the satyr guardians, meaning people can go there easily. But will that harm the forest more in the long run? Will people come in their masses and soon start making houses? What will become of the forest? Perhaps a temple is not needed as Longstrider’s temple is all around us in the forests. He does not confine himself to one forest, so why should we confine ourselves to one location for a temple.
He shakes his head.
So many confusing concepts and ideas I have heard and seen. What is right? Why is the answer not always simple? What deal has been stricken to allow the temple to be build? What sacrifices have been made? Perhaps Brisbane is right; I don’t know what to think no more; too many thoughts. And is what the dark ones do wrong? So many complain about their presence at the mahogany trees, but all they want to do is ensure that the trees are not destroyed forever. And now another temple is to be build, is it right or is it our own lack of believe that makes us build temples while the biggest most beautiful temples have already been created.
He sighs and looks up and sees the twins have fallen asleep next to Achane. He closes the journal and slowly picks them up and places them in the pack that fits across Achane’s back. He reaches and strokes Achane’s head and speaks to him, “Let us get these two sleeping ones home.”
As they walk back, his thoughts wander again as he passes Dlembaer’s house.
I wonder where he went and what he is busy with. I have not seen him in years. Perhaps the rangers of Sielwood have sent him on an important mission. I should go to the next meeting when it is held and find out what has happened to him. Hopefully he is safe wherever he finds himself.
So many friends I have made since that day I left his house to search for my true heritage. Geir, Rolf and all the others from Raven Trade, each of them feels like a brother or sister to me. Varka, Ael and the others from the Bloody Hands who shared the orc experience. The bravest dwarf I know, Kobal, destroyer of a bloodpool. I am glad I could add my aid to his efforts to cleanse his clan home. The kindest dwarf I know Gloin, who taught me so much when I first joined the Orc Bashers. I am glad I could repay his kindness with helping to find the cure for the Ulgrids. So many others….
His thoughts are interrupted when he sees Achane stop. He looks up and realise they have reached the house, he look to Achane, “Oh we are here, sorry friend, I have been lost in thought. Thanks for carrying them. I will see you soon”. He picks the twins up and watch Achane run into the woods.
Then turn and walks into the house and slowly puts them down, next to a sleeping Dorena and walks outside again. Looking into the night sky he finds Rhazzka the Hunter and sofly speaks.
I trust that you will guide me on the path that has been set for me I promise I will walk it humbly with pride and honor. I trust that you will guide my arrows to strike its target true and sure I promise I will not falter in just battle I trust that you will guide my soul to a place of beauty and peace I promise I will protect the woods and those within.
He looks down, takes a deep breath and follows Achane into the woods.
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