The cover of this journal appears worn with time yet this entry is the first and none of the pages are torn out. The entries are written in a flowing script.
My memories are like whispers. They are there but just beyond my recollection. I touched the symbol around my neck. A golden Ankh.
Toran
I awoke.
As I looked around in the morning sun I found myself inside the walls of a village. Nearby stood a shrine with a woman chanting softly. I looked over at the woman and she smiled at me. I approached the woman and suddenly I felt that something was wrong.
Ilsare is not an ally
Whispers
I turned from the woman as I saw a confused look cross her brow.
I circled around the shrine and saw a man at arms. I asked where I was and he laughed and said something about another would be hero. He introduced himself as Quartermaster Talon and said that I was in the town of Hlint. He also bade that I return once I get my bearings because he had work for me. I nodded somewhat confused. I followed a sentry on into town. I stopped at a well to drink. The water was cool and refreshing.
When I looked up my gaze was drawn to a man in blue and silver platemail. Emblazoned upon his shield was a golden Ankh.
Toran
I approached him and asked where I might find the Temple of Toran. He directed me to Fort Llast along a road leading west out of Hlint.
I started down the road and each step I took seemed to pull me onward as my pace quickened.
May the Light of Toran guide my path.
Whispers
I entered the temple and felt a flood of energy fill my body. I fell on my knees and thanked Toran for delivering me. The divine light of Toran entered my body and filled my soul.
The priest and priestess came to me. I stood and they saw the Symbol around my neck. They asked who I was.
I am Kylore, Paladin of Toran. I follow the seven virtues that lead to honor. Patience, Humility, Kindness, Charity, Courage, Loyalty and above all Truth.
