[SIZE=8] I simply find it mind-blowing. That I have been so much in my life, and that this day of adventuring has been more complicated and interesting than ever before. I've had so many difficult things to do, its just amazing. I've become almost doubled my swordsmen skills ever since I started battling live targets.[/SIZE]
I don't know what to think about this. I was touched by something higher. An angel, perhaps, or maybe even a god. I do not know what or who it was, but I do know that they wore the ankh. Something to do with Toran. I cannot say for sure what happened, but I may end up owing my life to Toran and his church.
I was in the Center Crypts, doing some work with a group of two Toranites, Glitch, Tane, and Rasa. We had just gone through the green barrier, and there was a shadow that was grinning at me in a meanacing mannor. I poked it, to see if it would move or react, and it turned into dust that ran into my armor. Then, I felt pure rage, like I have only felt a few times before. They were starring at me, as if something was wrong, and I felt as if they were threatening me, as if they though I was some abomination that needed to be destroyed. Rasa and Tane moved to tackle or subdue me, I am not sure. But in a fury I bloodied their noses with my sword hilt, then threw Glitch across the room when he tried to tackle me, and was making a break for the door when I felt warmth. Warmth like you feel when you drink something warm in Krashin. I must have fallen asleep on the spot, because then next thing I was remeber was being in the woods, by the cabin. There was an old man, wearing an ankh, and he radiated peace. I cannot describe it. Then, I simple awoke, and felt no further need to slay undead, to continue a quarrel with my allies. I just... left. I need to find out exactly what happened.
*mutters, looking around at the torn and burnt papers from his journal lieing around him, then picks up a page from the middle of the floor*
I dropped my book in the bloody fireplace, an' ripped it gettin' it out. I burnt up most o' wha' I've written since I took up the sword, an' wha' I saved is wadded up from water, stomped on, and mixed around. I guess I start from here. Get a new book, open a new page o' my life. More then a new page... a new book. I'm going into the next era of me, I guess. All 'cause I dropped my book in tha' fire...