Sion Fereir - Journey in a New World

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Journal Entry One
"Curious First Day"

Upon my arrival to the surface, I was greeted by a variety of new sensations. The "forests" described in books were much different than their true appearance. My kindred's hatred of the surfacers was more than likely the cause of the skewed description. The beauty of such wonders rivaled that of the greatest crystal caverns of the Deep. It can also be said that it is no less dangerous.

I made my way through the "forests", only to come across a fortress. After eavesdropping a couple speaking Elvish, a language I am fortunately versed in, I now know the fortress as "Fort Vehl", A small fort referenced in old maps left in the academy libraries I hid in years ago. After gaining my bearings, and gathering a few supplies discreetly with out bringing to much attention to my self, I finally set off across the surface.

Even with my lack of knowledge of the surface world, I know a mercenary when I see one. I almost chuckled at how similar they were, always quarreling amongst each other as how to split their loot. Anyways, after a very brief encounter, I have made it my vendetta to deal with them, as such insolence can not be tolerated, especially for one as lowly as a mercenary. I have also made note that I should not travel near the "towers of stone". Shaggy, white beasts charged me not to long after entering the valley between these "towers of stone", and almost lead to my demise. I have made note of this on my maps.

I managed to find a small haven west of the fort. It would not be wise for me to stay long, for the surroundings look well used by the small tavern located in the "forest". I used my bow to catch fish and begin prepping for my journey, for there was no guarantee that I would find more places to easily gather food. I curiously noted that the fish of the surface didn't have sharp teeth, nor where they vicious. It was much easier fishing on the surface. Finally ready to leave, I continued down the small road, keeping close, but off. It was later that a great horned beast attacked me, startling me into a run. I ran down the road, soon to come upon yet another fort. I still got wounded from the initial attack, but manages to slip away close to the fort walls. Using my bow, I stood on the opposite side of the pond, took aim, and struck the beast down. I was surprised at how delicious the meat was after a long cook...

The meal distracted me, and so it lead to my discovery. I knew I should have left immediately, but secluded corner of the fortress wall and foliage led me to let down my guard. Someone approached me speaking to me in their tongue. I bolted for the "forest", in fear that a larger party might be sent after me, for I am but one Elf. I know my kindred's reputation, and I know that even I can't trust my own kind. I reached the "forest", but not having recovered from my wounds, fell face first into the ground. Eventually the stranger caught up to me, and as he approached, I knew I was done. For what surfacer would have mercy upon one such as me? The feeling of wounds being closed and healing over was unsettling, yet not unfamiliar. I was startled that this stranger would show pity upon me in my weakened state. I stood up, and turned to face, what was not a him, but a her. She began to speak in her tongue as she thrust bottles of a sickly green liquid in my hands. I simply stared. Unsure of what to do, I began to back away, and ran back through the woods. stopping behind a tree to catch my breath, she pasted, in pursuit of me it seemed, but with a different purpose in her stride. I was unsure if she knew I was here and simply left, but I got away.

I was confused. Upon further inspection, the bottles contained a curative formula, just like the ones the raiding parties took with them before their raids to the surface. Why would I be given a gift as such by a complete stranger, and nonetheless, a surfacer. Did she not fear me for what I am? I would have to reflect upon this later. There is much to learn about these odd surfacers.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Two
"travel"

After the last journal entry, I continued to travel and explore. I came across an old outpost near Fort Vehl. Upon entry, It was empty, and immediate plans to make this my main hideout began, but quickly stopped upon the opening of the last door. A room full of Strangers turned to look at me as I entered, and some followed as I quickly turned and left. Once again, I made way to the outskirts of the tavern in the "forest".

After continued travel, I traveled north, eventually leading me to a small town. I couldn't pass through, for obvious reasons, so I kept moving north past a small farmhouse just outside the gates. As I traveled, the presence of large flying beasts made me make my decision to go back. I risked the entry into the town.

Upon my entry, a small party of adventurers sat not to far from the gate, so I slipped back through the gate unnoticed. I entered the empty barn house next to the gate, and finding it secluded enough, marked it on my map as on of my few havens. after a long rest in one of the stalls, I retried my entry with no success. Finally after more waiting, they left, and I got in. under the cover of night, I passed along the outskirts of the town, making my way to the back gate, while avoiding some of the villagers. Once out, I reentered another "forest". this one was different though. As Far as you could see, the "forest" had changed, becoming silent and gnarled. Nearby where I entered where the remains of two adventurers. I crept through, checking the "forest" yet no signs of life. Then the "forest" moved. Staring back at me was a gnarled face. I dashed away off through the woods. Eventually I got away, and continued my travel north, passing a large tower in the "forest" out on a rocky ledge, and finally reaching a castle. the imposing scene could be seen from afar, and it was at that point which I stopped and turned back.

I made my way back to the barn, avoiding the deadly tendrils of the "forest" and other dangers. After surveying and understanding more of the land, I'm sure I can find more resources for my needs.

As I sit in the barn, I brood over the encounter I had previously. I need sleep, for as I have not rested in a while.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Three
"Encounters of Another Kind"

After finding refuge in the small barn within the last couple days, I continued my exploration. I furthered my attempts to scourge the "forest" of the local mercenaries, and successfully removed a small party of them, but not with ease. I was finding the small barn comfortable, as I was never disturbed there. But I eventually came to find the path nearby to be well traversed. I avoided contact with two women, a halfling, and a man I would later to come to know a "Sallozzo".

Mean while, I managed to retrieve a small hood, thus allowing my travel to be less impeded by the locals. I could now travel freely in fort Vehl, should I keep my distance, and pass through some small towns without much suspicion. On one of my travels through a town next to my haven, I caught the attention of a lone man. Noticing his approach, I took off through a small alley and slipped into the shadows, stopping his search short. I circled around the walls, and while avoiding several adventurers, I made way to the back gate. The man stood outside, waiting. I ran off to the side, finding myself trapped, and so I hide. close by, he circled the rock I hid by, while I shifted away. once satisfied that he wouldn't find me, he left. while he, like I, was hooded, he didn't seem to mean harm. What odd creatures, these surfacers are. I decided I would follow him, for he seemed easy to hide from, and I could learn more, maybe make contact. Survival was hard alone.

I found him outside, near the barn. He was prepping for a battle, it seemed, and so I hid, and followed. He walked boldly into a camp of kobolds, and from my experience, I didn't expect him to survive long. He made way, bashing in their skulls with unspeakable strength. As he smashed his way through, He finally made way to the center of the camp. They swarmed him, and much to my regret, I let loose an arrow, striking nearby creatures. He didn't seem to notice at first, but it wasn't until after I had already slipped back into the shadows did he notice the arrow filled corpse. Once again, he searched, and I shifted along the wall, into a corner opposite of where he was searching. Bad mistake on my part. He pointed at me, speaking again. He stopped as soon as he noticed that I began backing away, and rose his hands in a friendly gesture. Where I was from, this was a clear sign of a trap, but I was trapped already as it was. He spoke to me in his language, and not understanding, I spoke back harshly in the Elvish tongue, being the closest language any surfacer might know. He simply stared.There was a mutual respect at this point, for I could not best this being after witnessing such prowess, but I was in good standing, so it would seem. At this point, I had no better chance of making contact, so I made a camp fire, and offered a seat. If he threatened me, I could always make a run for it. I kept a close eye on him as he slowly approached the fire. Slight wounds ran across his body, but seemed not to bother him. we sat in silence, both contemplating our next moves. He pointed to himself. "Sallozzo..." I took this as his name, for obvious reasons and stared. "Sion..." I said in the Elvish tongue. He mouthed the word, then mimicked it. At this point we became mutual companions at best. He seemed interested in his new companion, and could tell I was very unfamiliar of my surroundings, so grudgingly, I followed him around for the next few days, learning more of the land despite the obvious lack of communication. A few times he set me on guard as he offered an item, or in one peculiar instance, brought me to a city, which I have learned did not take well to the my presence. I refused to enter at first, but I remembered that he did not know my identity, my heritage. Against my better judgment, I entered the city gates. I never felt so awkward. I left in a hurry as soon as our, or rather, his, business was done. It continued on for a few more days, until finally we split our ways. He continued much further north, and I would not go on. I was far enough from my haven as it was and a noticeable change in temperature occurred as we traveled, so I decided to turn back.

My odd encounter today made me remember that woman. The one who healed me back in the "forest". I decided that I should seek her out, as it was time to make my presence known.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Four

"Another"

My wandering continued among the surfacers as I searched for the woman. It was a one time Encounter, and I was hoping that I may learn something of the surfacers from her. It was a moot search, as I simply couldn't navigate the surface as I could the tunnels of the Deep. I have been living I the "forest" for sometime now, hunting the horned beasts, and catching fish. I was forced to leave my previously found haven, For I came back to find it... Occupied. I grow weary as I notice the feline shapes that stalk me, or as the ever growing bands of Mercenaries spread.

My search for a haven continued, that is, until woman blurred past me. The quick glimpse of white hair and ebony hands stopped me in my tracks. Another of my kind? on the surface? Alive? I didn't expect to survive long on the surface, but to one of my heritage walk freely in the open was, invigorating...If not strange. I stopped my self. I was jumping to conclusions, for I wasn't even sure if she was dark Elvish. The bright light has been giving me splitting headaches for the past month, and could be playing tricks on me. I had to know. I much as I would refuse to trust one such as me, the potential exile gave me hope. I followed the best I could. Upon reaching Fort Vehl, I managed as much observation as I could. Finally speaking, I learned that she was Yvale. It was exhilarating to finally speak. Speech felt odd after months of silence. To communicate was bliss. She seemed suspicious of my actions, something I am fully acquainted with. Though our conversation was cut short, I look forward to future help. I am hopeful to glean any information about this surface world.

Then I met Brian, who apparently travels with her. An intimidating figure, and I would only trust him as I would my family. He seemed, protective... Odd, for a surfacer to be protective of A dark elf. I have made a few interesting encounters, weather it be a run to the north, or the saving from a local beast, but this was strange. There were two things I noticed about him.. He was the first Elvish-speaking surfacer I had met, and that I had seen this man before, sifting in and out of sight of a group gathered in front of Fort Vehl. watching him sit in the back, as two dwarves babbled, one almost defiling the other.

I would stop to watch, as I would hope to learn something... these past few months have seen me purposeless. I have simply contented my self, by watching. Watching a Human/Beast, more outcast than I, for hiding such... differences would be near impossible, save for magic. I had the chance encounter of being cornered by it. It spoke the same language as many other beings spoke, with the same pitch and tone... I would draw less attention to myself if I could learn the language. I should find a way, as quick as possible.

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Journal Entry Five
"Found Out"

The crypts of Fort Vehl were eerie, though not uncomfortable. To be in the dark was a relief for my eyes. It would take awhile for me to adapt. I happen to come across a pair of adventures wandering through the crypts, A wizard of sorts, and a Toranite paladin. They accepted my help for a time, as we made our way deeper into the crypt. I find the Toranite foolish, quick to run to battle and get himself killed. Survival must not be a priority for these surfacers. I offered my advice to keep distance, in which the wizard graciously translated. Further on, I came to know the wizard as Ceril, and the Toranite as Zidjian. I told them little about myself, and was quick to refuse removing my hood. They respected my choice, but under the condition that I would reveal myself when trust has been built. That was unlikely. I could not trust them to accept my heritage, and to not react with haste upon realization. We continued regardless, eventually reaching the end. A short battle ensued, between us and a mummified corpse. WE continued scouring the crypts for a few days, but stopped eventually to rest. Our return lead to a chance meeting with a second time with another Toranite. We saw her in the crypts on a previous trip through, and this meeting would expose my identity to the others. Upon noticing me, she took a keen interest. Ceril said she requested my to remove my cowl. I did so, but stopped short midway, changing my decision. I didn't trust the Toranite. She was quick to notice things, but also quick to judge. She babbled at me angrily, drawing confused looks from the others. I left, all the while the Toranite spewed what was, more than likely, religious rhetoric.

I have began spending more and more days in the woods, being driven from the city. I headed north, and continued slinking through the trees. Watching the animal was strange. Some were vicious, other docile and tame. I took a keen interest in this, and continued my stalking through the woods.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Six
"Learning"

I have tried to connect with the surfacers, and most attempts fail utterly. I decided that I should move further north. After all, I still had a whole world to explore. Maybe another entrance to the Deep, and I could go back.

I traveled, eventually to come upon Fort Llast, and was greeted by another group of adventurers. My first thought was along the lines of "Here we go again," but the encounter proved to be beneficial. I must say that the small one look fit to breath fire though. I can to know the human as Shagnor... No, that's not it... I can't remember. My interests in poison might be why. I attempted to bottle some poison from a small spider much later, only to have it fume and leave a useless residue. I would recognize his face, regardless. I also remembered the elf from Fort Vehl, the one who pointed the obvious fact that should I choose to live on the surface, I should learn common, almost making quip back, but it was unnecessary.

We traveled through many caverns in the foothills between Hlint and Llast. True was sparse to come by, and I was pleased to earn a sum while traveling. I would be able to begin crafting, finally able to earn some sort of living on the surface. Leather work and such suited me most, as hunting for skins came easy, though I did keep my special finds for later, when I developed my skills. I should have collected salt in those caverns, but it did not cross my mind, as leather work is still foreign to me.

The most drastic change that occurred was the fact that I would learn common. He taught me two simple greetings, in which i managed to properly butcher the pronunciation, and made a list of simple translations from common to elvish. I found it odd he would teach me, and I still don't trust him, nor his friends, especially since the last incident. I will find it hard to overcome the prejudice that came from my past experiences, but I must. It would be foolish not to.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Seven
"Harvest"

The gates of Hempstead are unguarded. I find it odd not to observe the men entrance, and a thought struck me. My previous crafting in poison would require time and patience, I would need more samples to experiment with. I know of a section in the sewers containing spiders upon my previous "mishap", where upon traveling through the woods, I found myself inside city walls. My first reaction was to escape, but I choose to go back and explore. I was in a weakened state at the time, and still recovering from an trip to the void, so I was not sure if the people gathered at some temple saw me or not. It is my idea to recover samples while the guards are gone. I hope I am successful...

~ Sion

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*Continued on the last page...*

Blast! I was not quick in my response. There are guards posted at the gates again. but I have found a specimen just north of Vehl in the woods. I shall continue my work.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Eight

"Mip"

I continued my living in the woods, only making trips to the cities when needed. a couple odd events occurred on my last trip near hempstead to fish. I stopped to catch my breath after a small encounter, standing by the road, and suddenly this man bandaged me up, closing some of my wounds. He was bow fishing as well. He chattered at me, about fishing I think, and I followed suit, and began bow fishing as well. I had received a nod of approval from him at the first shot, in which I caught the fish. He eventually left, but not much later a elf showed up and watched, with a keen interest mind you. I felt wary at first, but his look seemed to be simple and pure curiosity. I motioned him over to the fire, as I fished, and we stood there in silence. He sat by the water and away from the fire. He had a pale blue skin. A Sea Elf... the academy had plenty of notes about surface elves, though this was a rare sight. He gurgled at me in his language, and then in elvish and common. He struggled with the later two. He often ducked or hid from passing travelers, suggesting that he wasn't completely accepted on the surface, but he didn't have a stigma either. I sensed that he knew what I was, but didn't mention it. His name is Mip.

I left to get more fishing arrows, only to come back and see a guard. I worried for Mip at this point. The guards would surly threaten him. I continued to the other side quickly, asking Mip what happened. He shrugged and just watched the man. He decided to move closer too. I sat opposite of the man, content on my side of the pond, and continued my bow fishing. He babbled at me, and I stopped hurriedly. I looked around often, searching for an ambush. Maybe they knew I've been living in the nearby woods? The man and Mip where talking, even getting along from the looks of things. I watched curiously, occasionally cursing at my line after snagging it on a rock. That drew his wary eye, but I remained unnoticed. Mip dove into the water, and much to my displeasure, squirted a mouthful of water in my face.

Later, the man pulled out a hammer, glowing brightly. I jumped back and called to Mip to watch out. I knew it was a trap. I backed away, as he tried to peer under my hood. He disregarded me, and continued talking to Mip. What was happening? I moved closer, after Mip assured me it was safe.The man left, but not to long before Sallozzo appeared. It was an eventful day. Sallozzo dragged us along through the country side, often into caves. I managed to get salt this time, for my leather work. After Mip parted ways with us, Sallozzo and I traveled around, and spent some time traveling the the mountains close to Vehl. Our adventure stopped short there, after we where killed by a spirit. Traveling through the void was bone chilling.

I continue my living in the woods, watching the animals, trying to learn its hidden secrets. I spend many hours listening to the sounds, studying the local flora and fauna. Maybe one day I'll learn its secrets.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Nine
"Woodland guide"

I continued my search for the kind woman. I had to return a favor. I fell on the path near Hlint, and returned to Leringard, where I previously bound my soul. I happened upon the lady while traveling to where I fell. She came upon a beast I have never seen. A horse... I recognized as soon as she pulled of her hood. How could I not remember that face? She grinned, apparently seeing under my cowl. she helped me again, and soon I found trust. I also met a man by the name of Caerwyn. Interesting man, he is. Translated for me when a strange goblin decided to babble at me.

I learned the name of the lady as Jil, and as Jilsponie Valhaikor After I finally introduced myself. I got caught up in the excitement, and forgot my manners.

I helped her gather salt and silk for her crafting, as a small, rather insignificant, way of returning the favor. As we traveled, I enjoyed not having to wear my cowl around her, as she accepted my heritage, without any preconceptions. It felt good to have the wind touch my hair. I learned that she was an experienced ranger, and was learned in the ways of the woods. I asked questions, and she answered. I was curious as to how woodland living worked, seeing that I live in the woods, making little contact in the cities. Then I later learned about her daughter. A short conversation of family pained me, as I truly had none. Sharyn Valhaikor, I would come to know her as well. She was also a ranger, but seemed to know the trickery of rogues as well. I was enthralled by the travel, and the experience was great. I never felt so happy.

It was suggested that should I pursue this path, I should spend time listening to the woodland animals.... So I will do so. I will try to learn the song of the woods, and its many secrets...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Ten
"Fort Llast Dark Elf Hunt"

I have continued my studies of the common tongue. Most of what I come by is from mimicking. Day started off bad when I wondered into the camp of those foul Toranites. Especially the one who chased me out of Vehl. I backed into the woods, and decided to watch. What better people to mimic? They chatted much, often stopping to listen. The lady Toranite overheard me, and made the others hush. After they continued, I continued. What did I have to lose? Need to start some where.

Later, A large gathering appeared. Sharyn and Shagnor were there. I continued my practice, and Suddenly one of the other Toranites began looking around. another female Toranite. Must be like the females back home... Then she began talking to an elf. asked him something about looking... I panicked, and ran. It was that same elf months ago. he didn't pursue, so I went back. I heard something about Dark elf.... I was worried now. The female toranite left soon, and I kept hidden. That elf was looking for me again.

I later came to learn from Shagnor and Sharyn that I was a wanted man. The Toranites had orders to kill me on sight. Before I left, Shagnor gave me another piece of paper with more translations. I thanked him and ran. I never thought of it before, but now I had to make disguises. I purchased much padded armor to tailor with what little sparse amount of True I had left. I used almost all of it. I made four disguises. The most promising one consisting of a human mask. I would travel as a mute pilgrim. It would save me much trouble.

I was sure there would be alerts every where. I decided that I would ask both Valhaikors to train me as a ranger. The woods were the only welcoming place now...

I worry now for others like me.

~ Sion

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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.

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Journal Entry Twelve
"Duck and Run"

*all of the handwriting is shaky, either from fear, excitement, or both. There is actually two entries here, it seems.*

I managed to slip out of the hammerbound mountains alive. I got separated from the party, and spent a while in a nearby cave. I wondered around, careful of any interactions I made.

Met a Strange beast today. Half-lion, half-man... actually, woman. A woman wondering around came across her and another man, and seemed to want the Wimic, as I have learned. She was under some spell it seemed... I hate magic.

She got away, and ran through Wayfare. I followed, knowing the feeling of being shunned, or hunted. I found her, and lead her off to a safer spot out of the town's walls. Unlike me, already shaped like many of the "accepted" creatures, she couldn't hide her true form. It was almost... sad. I tried talking, but my common failed me that day. that woman came back, somehow found us. she yelled something about a elf, and moving. I slipped back, trying to hide. I moved for back, leaving the woman's attention to the wimic, then began firing arrows. I yelled for the wimic to run, but she couldn't. I Hate magic... I kept trying to draw her away, but with little success. She even froze me in spot with Magic... The struggle continued, until the woman disappeared after being struck by a magic missile. I was infuriated. I tried tracking her, with little success.

I really Hate magic.

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Captured, and lived. I came across that Toranite... the one who ordered my death. I tried to keep quite, tried to move away. she seemed to notice so I ran. She followed. Even the Toranite that chased me from Vehl was there. I ran, and turned into a bandit hide out. no point in fighting if they can do it for me. I waited. Nothing. I looked out, stepping right in front of them. I doubled back, as the commander followed in, and slipped out behind her. The other was still there. I cast a cloud of darkness over her head, and ran.

Something twitched in me as I ran. Why did I run? My senses screamed for me to not stop, but I did. It was a choice I would regret, but it was life altering. I stopped, turned and went back. I crept, stayed hidden, though with out much success. I should be hunting them. They want a war, they have one. I shouldn't fear those minds that are carved from ignorance, and depraved of what makes life what it is. But the truth was, I should. The woman turned and saw me, apparently, and chased me down. I fought back, And conjured another cloud of dark over them. It fail, for she came out, and crushed my body. I was revived, apparently for questioning. I darted, making my way for some of the wild-life. They could help slow her down. Apparently, that doesn't work against divine magics. I was killed, and awoke in a cage. There was another of my kind in there as well. He wore the colors of the Deep, obviously a proud server of the Prince of Hate. Fool. Whether it was out of anger, strife, hate, or compassion, I don't know, but I killed him. Besides. I would rather see the thing killed on even terms than be humiliated by these Toranites. He didn't deserve that, even being the evil that he was.

I blocked out as much as the conversation as I could. I simply stared at a blue rose I had found. It was natural. I lost myself in that flower. It reminded me of my friends. It kept me calm... I didn't like cities, especially now. I should be out there. Out in the woods.

Tod, and that Elf came by. They watched most of the event. Tod looked a bit worried. I told him to enjoy. After all, a man should die with dignity.

I simply gave in. They tossed shackles at me. told me to put them on. I put them on, careful to not tighten them too much. They lead me out of the cage. of to my execution perhaps? Aye, but they should have finished it there. As I was escorted out the gates, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Some say it happens because it allows you to reflect of what you have done with your self. Me? It tells me I'm not finished yet. I'm still alive. With a stroke of luck and graceful dexterity, I slipped off the shackles, and ran. I would finish what I started, but for now, I must finish my own journey before that can happen.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirteen
"North"

*there are many watermarks on the page, some from tears, but mostly from snow*

I sat on the edges of Dapplegreen in silence. My actions have come to haunt me. I don't regret my decision, but a better course could have been taken. I refuse to hide, and I will face the challenges ahead with out fear, but I shouldn't have lost my cool. Killing that Dark Elf didn't help my cause, but it felt... necessary.

Ayana found me, and I was delighted to see a friend, but something was different. She sat and soon it became a discussion about my beliefs of surfacers. I was not willing to lie to a friend, although it seems that I have been accused of such already. She spoke of needing time to herself to make a decision. As far as I was concerned, there was no decision. I left, leaving the rose I previously looked at on that hill on the ground. I didn't want to see such a thing anymore.

I gathered my belongings, and bought tickets for the ship. I met Sharyn on the way. She had a message from Ayana. She wanted Sharyn to be my friend, as she could not. Such foolishness. I can't change what I am. I can't go back and be born a surfacer. It is impossible. Sharyn said I was stupid for forsaking my friends, but I couldn't help but think, what If they can't be my friends either? I left on the ship, and the ship ride left me sick for days... The weather here is nice. So as I write this entry on a cold morning, I wonder what my reason for leaving home was. I was no different. maybe they are right. maybe I was born only to kill, and I couldn't change? I will continue my practice... Survival first... Stalking the creatures, and practicing with my weapons.

The mornings here are beautiful, almost magical.... I really do hate magic...

~ Sion


*the previous entry has been ripped out, leaving only bits of what was written*

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Journal Entry Fourteen
"Fool's Mistake"

While the time alone to reflect my recent past has helped greatly, I was a fool to think I would stay North. Besides, I still have work to do for M'lady Yvale. I do find it plausible that I shall disappear often though, as recent events have given me cause to stay away from others. I didn't want those I called friends to be put in harms way. I should probably contact M'lady Jil or Miss Sharyn. They would probably like to know I changed my decision. I would need to also ask for formal training, as my attempts have been fruitless.

Meanwhile, I shall try taking up a trade, Like M'lady Yvale has set up in Vehl. I really need the change....

~Sion

*The Torn out page has been careful replaced, and rewritten with painstaking precision. Much damage can still be seen, and at the bottom of the page is written, "Life Lesson One".

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Journal Entry Fifteen
"Student"

I have finally made contact with M'lady Jil, Formally requesting training as a ranger. I do not know when it shall start, but I hope it will soon.

I had an encounter again with That Toranite. I was prepared this time, under the guise of a man inflicted with serious head injuries. Gave me reason to keep my helmet on. I wasn't prepared to be asked to remove my glove. I would have to consider that into my next disguise, For better concealment is required. I barley got away from her and her Dwarf companion.

As for further contact with other surfacers... That was out of the question. I would restrain my appearances to a minimum, and I might even need to keep myself hidden from those I know.

Later that evening, I began to reflect more on the things Ayana said to me. Why would she feel used? What could I possibly get, other than a good friend? The only other thing I could imagine was her training as a ranger, but I never brought that up. It was so confusing.

I should get out of these woods, and for their undead inhabitants continue to stalk me. I should also continue my aloe gathering. Miss Yvale is waiting.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Sixteen
"Training"

My training began unexpectedly with M'lady Jil's Daughter, Sharyn. I used two Short swords, and mostly to my disadvantage. The kobolds near Hempstead proved difficult to hit when trying to balance a sword in my good hand, and another in one which I had no formal training. The training almost cost me my life, but resulted in some experience and a Full box of aloe. Only five more. I continued to practice with M'lady Sharyn, mostly making a fool of my self as I fumbled with the two swords.

I left later, to rest and recuperate. My hands are sore.

As for Common. It was strange. I could grasp most of the language, But it was the speech I found difficult. It isn't as eloquent as the elvish tongue, or even that of the Dark Elves.

I received a letter from M'lady Ayana as well. It was odd, because she shunned me recently for whatever reason she had. I met her near Blackford castle. She was asking for apology about her "judgment". there was nothing to apologize for, so I resumed my activities not much fazed. I cleaned my Mask finally, which required much repair. I had worn the thing for weeks. The helmet was a struggle too. I had finally breathed fresh air again for a second time. I hated this mask.

I found the encounter odd. I almost expected a trap... but not from Ayana. She was too nice. I still had to be careful... Survival first.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Seventeen
"Training Cont."

To say I was going anywhere with this training would be borderline lying. I found M'lady Jilsponie at the Fort of Kings. She was gathering components from what I could guess, and I joined her. Better to get in as much training as I could.

Upon reaching a hill, We encountered some Mercenaries, and the battle begun. M'lady Jil eliminated the majority of them, and all seemed well, until pain ripped through my upper chest. M'lady Jil had shot me with an arrow. She had a dazed look about her, and didn't look well. I opened my mouth to speak, and was shot again in the side. I turned and ran... Actually limped, but nonetheless left. I didn't make it. A last arrow erupted through my chest, killing me.

I was mortified. Someone I had come to trust killed me. It was the most unsettling trip through the void. She came to get me at mariner's hold. She said she was under a confusion spell, and mistook me for the enemy. I grumbled, and reluctantly continued to travel with her. I wasn't sure it was the best course of action, but I continued. She dragged me around the continent, and even showed me where she was to be wed. I never knew until then, and I could say I was happy for her, but then again, maybe not if marriage customs here where like those of the Deep.

She continued to show me more of the continent, as I continued to practice my tracking skills. We even encountered an overweight griffin that nearly killed us both.

I even met Ayana's brother on my way back to Mistone. I never learned his name, but he seemed to know a lot about me from Ayana. I would have to ask friends to not point me out so much. Tod even drew attention to me at the cotton fields when I came to overhear a conversation between the Toranite and two others. Apparently I'm not the only one in trouble. But as far as the brother was concerned, he was alright. He didn't try anything to hurt me. He took me up to Stone, a vividly beautiful place. standing in those towers was amazing. I could see the distant cities.

I had a small chat with Caerwyn. He also came to help me in my training. I said to start crafting my own arrows and bows, as it was more effective, especially for a ranger. I would need to gather true for the equipment I would need, but it was an immediate course of action. I would begin as soon as possible.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Eighteen
"Raccoon"

*the ink on this page is fresh, and obvious from the lack of writing in the past months*

I spent the past months far away from every one. Guess I needed time to myself. I spent much of that time near the wastes, listening to the chattering of a raccoon family there, or in the Dapplegreen Woods, listening to other wild life. I also spent much time stalking and studying my goblinoid prey. On should know the habits of ones prey to better hunt them. I find the local gobliniod population to be hazardous, and often exploited by stronger powers to wreak havoc. Other than that, I have had time to reflect on my past actions. I should go search for Ayana, or Sharyn, or even Caerwyn. I'd be nice to keep in touch with the "inside" world of those filthy cities....

~Sion

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Journal Entry Nineteen
"Dawnstar, Death"

I went into Vehl, seeking prices for curative potions, only to notice the bustle of activity near the Rofireinite temple. I became curious, as the temple was mentioned in that conversation I listened to out in the fields of Hempstead. It was raining, so my attempts to listen in were fruitless, but I did get a peek at a woman garbed in red robes, and the guards on either side of the door. I waited, and tried to hear again after the rain stopped. I heard the words "Dawnstar" and "death", said in grievous tones. Dawnstar was that lady out n that field that day... such a terrible fate for one so fair, but I knew little of what happened. I would content myself with secondhand information, as further attempts to hear were futile. Interesting things happen while you gone...

~Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty
"The Traitor is Dead"

I suppose I forgot to write down that I was to be "converted" to Az'atta, or take an oath to her. I am very... wary of gods and their dealings, but it was a condition I needed to fulfill so that Galathea would not slay me where I stood. Marcus, an Az'attan priest, and also Jilsponie's husband. It has yet to happen, and It might not.

Marcus was killed by a hooded figure after Sharyn answered the door to her house. The weapon used was a poisoned dagger. Poison, from what I understand of the female priesthood, is a prominent "domain". The figure shouted a phrase in Dark Elvish, which was brought to me to translate. What was written down was a crude representation, based on common dialect and phonetically written. It took some time, but I made it out nonetheless. It read, "The Traitor is dead. you are not even worth to kill."

With this said, "the traitor" is possibly referencing Az'atta. It was said in Dark Elvish, to a Priest of Az'atta. Maybe Marcus wasn't worth killing because the goddess Az'atta had been killed, or how ever gods fade from existence? With his god dead, he would lose his abilities and the like. I am worried now of things to come. Issues among the gods often means ill omen.

As for my training as a ranger, I have mostly grasped the concept of "animal" speech. I understand the alarmed chattering and the soft murmuring of the critters of the woods. Most of my training is complete, though there are a few things that I could brush up on with those already experienced and well on there way on the path of a ranger.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty One
"A change in thought"

With my last bits of training with M'lady Jilsponie, I have finally taken my first few steps on the path of a ranger. With that done, I would be able to successfully survive the woodlands with ease.

as with my travels, They are rather filled with mishap and misfortune. My prey is generally of the goblin-kind, but I find that when I have been studying them and all of their movements, and how they act and think, I should have been studying something of more importance. Elves and Humans. I do this not with malicious intent, but out of caution. My recent encounter with elves went awry. I just stopped to talk with Tod, but it seems that everyone accuses another for being a Dark Elf. He immediately claimed that I was a Dark Elf, having not seen my face or skin. Soon, the mans "Cohort" appeared, and there was even the offer to have me killed out right. I played along with my bluff, as they shouldn't have been able to tell from my appearance, but they continued anyways. Tod some how drove them off I imagine, as they left in a hurry.

It is much to my displeasure that I would have to bother with such a trifling matter, But it starts immediately. From now on, anyone other than those few that I know is an enemy, and those I say I trust are even more dangerous. Life only gets harder. I must say that from here on, those with pure hearts driven by blinding zeal and those dark souls filled with malice are both equally my enemy, for where one would smite me for who I am, the other would would simply kill for killing's sake. I find the chaotic wilderness needing some form of law, and the lawful cities to be simplified.

Survival first... To survive is to be neutral.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Two
"Hunt"

I continue to hunt kobolds, goblins and bugbears, keeping the places scoured at times. I have set up two small shops to earn a bit to support my tailoring, even met some people I haven't seen in a long time. It seemed so.. natural... putting up that facade of coolness, and not being wary all of the time. I had others convinced that I suspected nothing of them, or that I work for the "good" of things. Tristian In'darsus, Ayana's relative, seemed convinced enough.... Such a large family. Ayana is also getting married.... this will be the second wedding I miss, but now, I really don't care much anymore. cougar hunting, salt and silk gathering. I seem to be in a routine.

I saw Keppli, again. the odd little halfling always seems to get into trouble. of course, wizards, do not help. A man I met by the name of Lesarus, comes about, dragging all sorts of damnation with him. And dieing twice does not help my mood. First was the horde of ogres that swept over me, then there was the wizard himself. I would have had him, but that bloody wolf kept hitting me good. The wizard was as good as dead. next time, I would strike from the shadows, unseen. He made this a personal vendetta, and he would pay, twofold...

Marcus would have a griffin if he was reading this...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Three
"Adopted"

It is odd. Marcus told me I was basically an adopted child to him. Him and M'lady Jilsponie dragged me under their wing, so to speak. Marcus brought me deep into the Hammerbound peaks, and we recovered the Oil of Vukas. The woman wanting it paid handsomely, and the experiencing was exhilarating, but the whole premise of this just seemed... wrong. I could never have a family. never. For one, to call one family is almost like naming ones enemies. For another, I could never have children. Others of my race are non-existent on the surface, and ever since the changes caused by the gods, there was no inter-breeding between races. I find it horribly strange. I wonder how this will end...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Four
"Kindred"

It has been bothering me... I meet one of my kind upon the surface, near Hlint... He possessed the keen arrogance of that common to the Deep, but more subtle. He seemed to be a skilled rogue, hiding in plain sight, with the threatening demeanor of a mad-man with a purpose. He offered coin for information on a man, a Paladin, named Aeronn. I didn't recognize the name, but the coin would be of good use. just as I was going to attempt getting information out of him, and feed him a lie for the coin, Something happened... I found my self in the middle of the fields by the rest area, and everyone was gone... It eats at my conscious. I know that Ayana's uncle,The Shining Hand of Toran, had been captured, and I couldn't help but to feel that the two are related... I promised her I would help, should I find out any information about him. I can't say I like the Idea of even working with Toranites, but It is for a person whom I trust, one of the very few. Maybe meeting this man, even helping him might get my name cleared with the church, and possibly give me some freedom in my travels to pass through the cities usually barred to me. I don't like the Idea of this, and it rubs against my "moral" fibers, but I am going to do it... Regardless. I can't believe I'm doing this...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Five
"Aeronn and the Shining Hand"

I have meet Aeronn, and gathered a bit of information on the situation. We found a room in the Wild Surge Inn to discuss matters in private, and there was the decision that after Quantum is found, I will be on trial in the Rofireinite Temple. After our short exchange, the man wished to escort me to Vehl, and even made a few comments I construe as rude. I will not be compared to my kin. as for the escort... It ended shortly after it began with a short scuffle. Magic does come in handy, but is my last resort. I loath using my innate ability of darkness... I followed him after I escaped, to make sure he retold things correctly. I imagine the birds dropping notes in his lap where a bit humiliating for him, but nonetheless, I would make sure things will go right. I listened in a bit, and left after satisfied with my work. I would establish contact with Ayana, to gather any information about the occurrences, and to set my schedule. I owed it to Ayana, though the very thought of helping a Toranite, even a Rofirenite, makes me cringe. It looks like a long, grueling road ahead of me, but one I shall endure. I think I might wait before turning myself in though... I never said When after we located Quantum.

I'm not religious.... But may Az'atta have mercy on my soul.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Six
"Search for the Shining Hand"

*the passage is written by a tired hand, and it is noted that he recalls the event in first person*

I was able to contact Ayana, and I received information about Quantum and a search party forming in Haven. Ayana and I arrived first, waiting for the others. Tod showed up as well, so I figured I had some allies, until That Toranite, Lance is his name, showed up. I stayed hidden after that, but it went downhill as Tod began listing potential helpers, with my name in the mix. I never knew I had the whole clergy after me... I stayed back as more and more Paladins arrived. I was a cat in the dog house at that point. Next time, I should get details before I enlist my help. I followed the group out into a cavern below ground. I stayed a ways back while the group cleared the path and did their own bickering. I looked around for clues and hints... dragging marks on the ground, odd markings giving hints that there was a armored man dragged through. Instead, I felt tiny vibrations underground... It was like the Deep again... You always had to be wary.

Upon further travel, I could feel the vibrations more and more... watching the dirt on the ground raise and fall with the rumble was alarming. I couldn't quite place my finger on what it was... Just before we hit the next level, I had a impending sense of danger raise trough my mind... Something was coming... underground. I waved Tod down from a distance, to ask if he noticed. He said he did, but not much else. as we continued, we began countering undead. It was good for me though, because the battle kept the large party from noticing me, though I think one man knew of my presence, besides Tod and Ayana.

Not much sooner after the battle, did a large worm burst forth from the ground. The terrifying sight kept me where I was. I recognized the trembling... It was these Worms. I was fully alert now.

I inspected the hole, sure to steer clear of the party, and could feel more vibrations. There were more. As the vibrating got stronger, I ended up doing something incredibly stupid, Or rather, it would have been, had Ayana, Tod, and a few select others not been there. I aborted my concealment, yelling for the group to keep their guard up, as more were coming. As if they knew I was giving away their secret, a Worm or two burst from the ground in the middle of the group.

After the skirmish, many faces recognized me as Tod called out for me. I swear his is trying to kill me, but that will be addressed later. The man Lance and some others wished to speak with me once the search was over, but I can't say I want to talk to several Toranites face to face... I attempted to conceal myself again. I watched and listen much exchanging of words between a vampire and the party leaders. Every thing happened so fast that I barely remember any of it.

However, I do remember jumping over a trap with abandon to warn the group again of the coming worms. I got electrocuted twice in a few moments then, but survived to to tell the group. After another skirmish, we continued on.

It was later that I would recognize the worms. We encountered a large group of undead misted in fog, and as soon as we were ready to pull back, Worms in the dozens came forth from below. They attacked the Undead, ignoring us, and after they calmed down after eating the vampires, they attacked us. It was the crushing jaws on those things that jolted my memory. I heard of them in many tales when I was a child. The Dark Elvish name was "Deep Purple". They had an unsavory taste for Undead, although they would eat anything they saw. I had witnessed my first legend. I never believed such beasts, even being wary of the Deep as I already am. They surfaced each time we encountered undead, but attacked us because we already killed off the undead at. After that battle though, I felt no more vibrating... They left.. Or we killed them off as well.

That vampire kept showing up, and kept warning us, or taunting... we eventually got the location of Quantum, but I wasn't sure if it was true or not...

Deeper in the crypt we went, and I was mulling over the thought of trying to get ones attention... The last bite that I took from one of them phased me, but not the thought. If we could get them to follow us, or direct their attention, we could us them to kill that vampire for us. Coming up with nothing, I pressed on, as I kept looking for details.

I apparently died, cause no sooner did I wake up shivering with a few bloody arrows in my chest, amongst the others... They apparently knew I was a Dark Elf now... So much for cover. I found it odd that I wasn't killed by the.. I don't know.. thirteen odd clerics and paladins present? I shrugged off my doubt, and stuck close to Tod or Ayana... mostly with Tod. Ayana lost her brother, Tristen, and was filled with a rage I had not witnessed in her before. I shudder to think of what would happen if I stood between her and that vampire woman. I attempted to calm her, but that was something her family would have to help with... I am not much help in such matters... Truthfully, If any of my "family" died, I really wouldn't care, but I might say something different about those I know...

We reached the next level, The impending doom was overwhelming. that large pit in the center worried me... the whispers and the moaning... We reached the other side, and the final clash against the vampire began. It ended after she died, but not as well expected. Most all of the party was dead, and some being chased by what seemed an incarnation of Death itself. I watched hopelessly, as he gave warning to those who watched to leave.I then charged in to divert his attention... I should remember from now on, that Death is also quick... I awoke by the Hlint bindstone, and quickly used it to go back to the crypts. Bodies of the party member burned on the alter. I took a quick glance to the side to see the Toranite I know as Daniella. I still found it odd that she never tried to kill me... On the other hand, it was odd that some force of magic raised the party... all were alive, if not paled by their recent death... The Death, repeating him self, told us to leave, or to die. I awoke in Wayfare, far from the crypts not long after... It was disorienting...

I just hope all of this ends well... And I hope I get a pardon of some sort, because those paladins seem to be everywhere...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Seven
"Turning In"

I am going to regret this more than likely... Encountering that woman Daniella is never easy. I got away, but that Rofireinite could keep pace, even with armor... I stopped, too tired to keep running. Soon after, I managed to talk with out having my head chopped off in the first instant. I reached the point that I could leave. That Daniella woman said If I wanted to prove myself, then I could turn myself in, as she had more pressing matters. I already said after Quantum was found, but they were insistent. I wasn't going to let them take me and have the satisfaction of a "win". It was my self imposed obligation to Ayana and some input from Tod that prodded me to my current situation. I did not want to do this, but If it helps me finish my current job, then I'll do it. I do feel for Tod though. He stepped in to help me, against one he considered a good friend. That seemed to happen to him a lot recently.

As for my decision, I'll just hope the death is quick and I can return to my bindstone. The sooner the better.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Twenty Eight
"Learned"

Learned several things today... One, I made an Agreement with Aeronn, and I may freely resume my search. Two, not all goblins need be killed... but Zod will still be watched. Three. Never, ever, follow a lead given to you by a vampire... Bad, bad, mistake...

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Journal Entry Twenty Nine
"Still living"

I write this on the go, and find my self wondering why I am helping these adventurer's... or rather, trying to help. This woman is trying to save her son... infected with Were-blood. Some wizard Managed to keep him in human form. as a result he developed a weapon to eliminate the Alpha. we went on our hunt, and our plans backfired as our ambush turn on us, from what Marcus told me... I was nearly killed by a werewolf in an attempt to communicate. I was certain it wouldn't work, but circumstances prevented me from denying it. Anyways, it seems that the Alpha had been using children to "breed" so to speak, more of his kind. Could this be related to those missing children I have been hearing about?

I would also like to make note to never attempt climbing a wizards tower with the intent to break in... unless I have something capable of shattering thick crystal windows. Besides that, one thing caught my interest. the woman who was leading the party... Alatreial, or something akin to that. She could bend the shadows in such a way, that she would simply disappear from sight. To learn something such as that, oh what an advantage! It puts a bitter taste in my mouth to think that it would be some result of magic. it was too... tangible, too simple, yet so complex to be magic. there was no incantations or manifestation of will required. It just was.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty
"Another Day"

I made my trip to Delanthar again.... It reminded me of that last bout down there... With the were-wolf. I remember the resolve, as the boy lived, as did the Were-wolf... That woman still surprised me with her manipulation of shadows... Even Tod manages it now... It's a wonder. I can't remember much detail, as I was dead most of the time. Last thing I remember of it, I was running from the wolf as soon as I felt that tinge of magic.

There is still no sign of Q. Snagnor, my how long it has been since I've seen him, Miss Elohanna, and I thought the possibility of him being north of Fort of Kings. I didn't find anything, except a trapped door. I'm heading to Mariner's next...

I can't help but to think of how much it would help me to learn to manipulate shadows. I could avoid so many situations. I've tried, with only failure. I wonder...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty One
"Under Siege"

There was a call for heroes and adventurers over in Belinara. I checked it out, and my how dandy things are up there... Armies and castles and Dragons... Everything.. Even Half breed dragons.... How they came to be, I don't know, but I feel either a strong fundamental shift in Layonara, or magic that rivals that of the gods is at work. I bloody hate the stuff...

We had the job of rescuing the Queen of Kuhl. We did so by spiting up into two groups. Stealth, and decoy. We got through the city, and finished the job easy... with some error long the way.

A man named Sallaron took my plan literally, when I said use a distraction to get past the dragon, and know... Well, I feel like a bleeding idiot. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. Once the job was done, one woman, Sasha was her name, Donate 400,000 True to the cause of rebuilding. and then Sala, a woman who offered me a small amount of help every now and then, Donated 50,000 True. They were asking for us to meet that donation, but I can't even sustain myself on the few thousand true I have! I still need to buy a house to set up a base of operations. That woman is insane... She could hire her own personal army, if she can freely donate that much out of her pocket...

As for the rest of out job, we are now investigators. We need to learn as much of this dragon, Ractrafieroz, as possible, and why there are half breeds. I feel we have much work to do...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Two
"Quantum Hunt"

I continued my search for Q, sticking to the Western coast. My last stop was at Falls Forest. I sneaked into a smuggler's Hide out, looking for any clues. There were many empty rooms in there, and a horde of bandits. Thankfully they like dark places, for any brighter, and I would have been seen. I left for Vehl, to take a break from the hunt. I was still in bad condition from my exploration of the Ire mountains, though I still have a few more ares there to check.

A few days before that, I met Lance Stargazer. That was rather interesting... I never knew those walking, steel, carcasses held reason or emotion. He was curious as to why I was helping, and the discussion went as far as to what would happen when the hunt was over. It was rather foolish, but I have my reasons. Lance suggested that I "admit" to my wrong doings, and accept the aid of the church. I found that funny, but I think I will post that letter for the Toranite church to see once I get the time to do so... Maybe it would stir a few things up. Besides, I will need to get this over and stop running. Better to get the hardships out of the way while I can.

I hear these rumors of severed parts of children ending up around Mistone. To think of the pain it would cause to loved ones... but that is not my concern... And as for Kuhl, I imagine I should gather what ever information I should on the situation. It's good to know those things. Helps you pick a direction to run when things go to hell...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Three
"Quantum Hunt (cont.)"

I learned much from my last search. to exclude the box, I found the rumored cart wagon, were the bodies of hired hands where found, and where a few Toranites suffered ambush to a vampire trap. There was a fourth man, according to the tracks I found, and the man fled the scene. He was setting us up.and he was good. except that he previously bought a pie from Snagnor, and left us a trail to follow, as well as a identifying mark on who our man is.

Upon my recent travels to the Ire mountains, I met Daniella again. I judged by the swift pace the man left his trail at, and direction, that head headed for The Fort of Kings, and sailed all the way to Mistone, making his leave for the Ire mountains. The last piece of Pie confirms it. I came upon Daniella standing at the edge of a cliff, a near regal scene... To bad it was a Toranite standing there. Disgruntlement aside, I discussed recent happenings with her, and even learned of that last mentioned clue. I have been tasked with Finding th ship now, a near impossible task, but I would have to try anyways... Now all that's left to do is capture that man.

I came up with probably the most idiotic plan ever, but to catch the man, I suggested we used pies, like a business, to draw him out. then we could strike, and learn what information we needed. The man made a reference about buying pies from Snagnor, so It would be fitting to have Snagnor up front, selling pies to the masses. it would be a sure fire way to find him, and capture him, provided he is stupid enough. I plan on sending a copy of this page to Snagnor, so that he may hear the story. I hope this works...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Four

"Time on the Surface"

Oclar 24, 1435.

That was the about the day of my emergence. It has been around three years, And I have managed to see so much in such a short time. That would make me about 114. Still young by my standards, and hardened by indifference. I would have never imagined that my self exile would do so much to me, let alone put me on the surface. Though I find it oddly comforting to be around surfacers. Before Now, I would have thought them inferior, not worthy of recognition, but they still prove industrious, and strong, If not a little too hasty in judgment. Although I enjoy the few I do call friend, I have no want to be around any others. They assume the worst, not knowing what they are dealing with. I'm no scout for those foul raiding parties, or a slaver. I am simply an Elf looking to minimize my contact, and avoid my Kindred. I left so that I may survive. My indifference to many things would be acceptable, but my inability to kill for pleasure would raise suspicion, if not contempt. I don't take pleasure in killing, but survival means life, something I do enjoy...

My only concern upon my arrival was survival, but now, I have a bond to those I trust with my life, and it extends beyond simple instinct. I would willing protect those I call friend, though I find that to be the extent of it. Anything more would be pointless risk.

~ Sion

*there are some small maps drawn, showing his progress of travel across the world, marking points of interest, and safe routes of travel, even the location of a few resources.*

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Journal Entry Thirty Five

"Az'atta's Shelter"

I finally reached the Az'attan Temple, though it was more of a makeshift shelter. It was an enlightening experience for me... I finally spat in the face of Ca'duz, at least metaphorically. But I was not about to give up my freedom from devotion. I dare not think what would happen should I follow the path of a self-righteous priest. there was a woman there, a dark elf. Her face spoke of the trails she had gone through, to earn the trust among those of the surface. As far as I'm concerned, it's my trust that needs to be earned.

I can't remember the last time I had taken off my hood. Three years, spent under the shadow of a hood. While I was around Dregar, M'lady Jilsponie showed me the safe routes to pass through. I even gathered many hides for cougar bags, and leather armors. I managed my way back to leringard, and continued some of my gathering. Tod was gathering Aloe a well, so it would be hard.

Afterwords, I came across Daniella, Tod, Keppli, and another man. I inquired for more information for the search, but it turns out that the agreement I had came to with the paladin and her ilk was broken. I furious, but not much can be done about it. I sent a letter off to Ayana. I asked her whether or not she wished me to continue my search, regardless of what the Toranites decided. It was her family, not theirs.

The whole issue was foolishness. I never asked for acceptance, just to be left alone. I am but a single elf, not capable of much, with everyone frightened. to think them to be scared of me is not wholly stupid, but the ones who fear me can easily dispose of me. why they haven't I'm not sure, but irrational responses drive many of these people. now I just wait...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Six

"New learning"

Today was rather eventful. I encountered the magic of Milara. Apparently, he is another of my kind, especially notable was the trademark arrogance that seems to come with all of us. He seeks one called "The Slavemaster". whether it is a title of sorts, or simply a occupation, I know not.

I have yet to receive a reply from Ayana. I imagine that I will have to go into the courts soon, as the search for Q seems pointless now.

I also plan to speak with Tod. His ability to fade away intrigues me. He might be able to point me in the right direction for learning....

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Seven

"Bodak Teeth"

My gathering continues. I have the strenuous challenge of getting Bodak teeth, and with some luck, I can get a cleric to assist me on regular trips... at least the box of Malachite is over with...

A man named Aerimor.. I think that's right... began a philosophical debate, courtesy of my heritage. that aside, he mentioned an interest in hearing my side of the story, though I doubt it is his only intention... M'lady Sala stood in my defense, but it was rather unnecessary.

Aside from that, I heard of something happening to Tod. I just talked to him recently about Shadow dancing. I asked him to teach me, and he simply pointed at a woman called Latriel. The woman with the child Zain, I recall. Not much to mention. I have heard rumors of another search for Q, and the possible suggestion of a Lich from Sala. I'm not looking forward to it...

Which reminds me. Tod has been acting funny around me recently. He was questioning my intentions in the search with Q. I can't blame him, and quite frankly, I take it with a grain of salt. There is no point in mulling over it, because I know it would happen, and considering that I have been living in several makeshift shelters made of branches for the past three years, I can't say it would improve my mood...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Eight

"Thy Quantum come"

The inside of buildings never felt so foreign. I am in the Rofirenite Temple now, waiting for my judgment to come. While I feel apprehensive about it, There is a small measure of peace, knowing that after this is over, I can finally be left alone.

I followed the group that started their new search for Quantum. I was told not to come, but I followed in stealth as I did before. I even got to the dungeon before the group did, taking a look about. I saw him twice. His ghostly image traversing deep in the halls. I ran ahead of the group and stumbled across him. He kept fading in and out of appearance. It was perturbing that no one else seemed to notice. I might not have noticed whether they reacted or not. There was another door, splashed in light. It opened on it's own accord, and I dived in afterwords.

It lead me to Quantum's cell. I unlocked it, and even got the group to come into the cell to help. Ayana would be worried. The torture he endured, both physical and mental, would break any man. I've only seen such torture as that of my homeland.

Though his actions seemed like those of another. he referred to himself in the third person, and was in a locked cell, even though I saw him actively walking on the above floor. I have my doubts, but I haven't seen first hand what he has endured.

I also kept my word. It's what separates me from my foul kin, but also seems like a hollow joke. Who ever heard of an honest Dark Elf? I even ridicule my self for it. That puts me here where I am... In this cold, unnatural building, though after a few days, I realize that I must have smelled like gods-know-what. I Even took the time to look at my reflection in the pool of water in the fountain. That jagged scar running down my face, stark white, and the haggard appearance of a filthy goblin and tangled hair, darkened with the dirt of many roads. I barely recognized myself, save that lone token of revenge left upon my face from many years ago.

Besides that, I have packed my things away into their respective bags. They will find a small stock of poison should they search. I use them for hunting things larger than I am, but it won't be seen as such. Even then, I have no time to bother hiding them. besides, there is no point in doing so. Best leave with no shadows on my back, lest they find another reason to hunt me down.

It's been a long time since I last slept in an enclosed room....

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Thirty Nine

"The Wait"

*the writing on this page seems to have been written by a heavy hand, and ink splotches mark the corners from the quick trips to dip the quill.*

I've been here for several months now, and there has been no word of what would become of me. Aerimor said he was in here for around a year, waiting for his time. Only about eight more I would guess then. I constantly read through my journal, Remembering all of my past actions, and my survival on the surface. I don't know much of the system at work upon the surface, only the cruel and swift "justice" of my homeland. I can't imagine it being much different up here. I imagine that my previous actions were seen as some sort of compensation, but that was only a hope. I never really expected much from this, let alone a favorable outcome. I did it more for my own sake... To see if nature has rooted evil instinct in me. Though I still hold on to many of the habits of my former life, I learn that it hasn't, and it consoles me that I may be distinguished from my kin in some manner.

Now I just wait...

~ Sion