Yashilla's parchments of hickory and oak

[dadunmir]

*out of oak and hickory parchments, Yashilla pulls out a mahogany one.  Sitting outside the temple at firesteep and having sought council, she jots down her current struggles before returning*


The world is changing.  Survival of the people of land is paramount and in order for that to occur the dragons are needed.  I have a means by which to provide thier security.

It was right before a trip to the bay of Carocsa that my faith began it's trial.  Visions, fortunes, and prayer.  I have learned immensely of myself and the faith since the start of this trial.  I've come to learn that as one with strong ties to her Mistress, that I am one of great power.  However, with immense power comes immense responsibility.

With the present moment always fleeting, a more time transcending view of life is needed.  I've come to learn that the world is threatened by a rising power.   Much has been done to get aid and build alliances.  Even the chromatic dragons, of which I've only seen one, are now on our side against Sinthar.  Many seasons ago, I travelled to the bay of Carocsa to help bring forth the allegiance of a powerful red dragon.  This Fisterion was not easily one over and in his demands showed it.  He demanded many things and I helped, no I looked on, as we fought to deliver one of his requests, Carocsa, Shindaleria's high druid.  Little did I know what a powerful bargaining chip she would become.  


It is a large burden to be one of faith and a lonely path to travel.  Sure friends are their but they come and go.  Most want a blessing or two and a quick blessing of health.  Others have recieved much, much more; the ultimate blessing, the giving of life.  I have raised many fallen.  A good and noble deed for sure.

I recall a day of meditation when I realized where my priorities should be.  First and foremost to my faith, her followers, and her dominion.  Everything else is second.  I should be bringing the good Mist can do for the world, but it should be good for the faith first.

Alas...that was what feels like ages ago now.   I've learned much more of the Lady of the Sea since then.  *she pauses*  I only wanted to bring the good of Mist's powers to this land.  Is that so much?  *a tear rolls down her cheek*

I realize now my following is my choice.  What powers have been granted to me come as a result of my choosing my faith, with this comes the responsibility to the faith.  *she pauses on this inward reflection*

I recall the day she presented herself to me.  I was never so delighted before.  So eager to let everyone know I followed Mist, the Lady of the Sea.  I was eager to impress.  *she smiles* the destructive side of her power was titilating as well.


*she begins to write down a final note*

All I ever wanted was to bring good to this land.  

[dadunmir]

*though she has slept some and a few days may have gone by, Yashilla is still exhausted and quite emotional as she writes the following accounts*

It is done.  She will serve in her death, may her goddess have mercy on her soul.  It is by far the most difficult thing I had to do in life, and I feel I will never be the same as a result of it.  

I once had a conversation at the Inn in Hlint fo how the path of the faithful is a lonely one, I feel mine is about to become desolate.  So quick they were to judge me of commiting a heinous crime.  

I have seen much in this world since I left my families boat.  At times, I wish I would have stayed.  Being a fisherman is not a bad profression and if it means I am left ignorant to all I know now, I'd warmly welcome the lifestyle of a sea merchant.

I hope and pray that those that were with me find understanding and peace with the course of our actions.  The mountains of Firesteep shall be more secure than they have ever been.  It is what Fisterion was asking for when he bargained for Carocsa in the deal which unified him with the other dragons in our cause against Sinthar.  I can not to be the to blame if they couldn't see that.  The land and the seas of Firesteep will now be protected  by Pyrtechon and Mist.  

I have heard talks of the hunting of the dragons and a need for protecting them.  Some of the talks took place just outside the forest near Hlint.  The mountains of Firesteep should suffice.  I pray this protection I've helped provide will aid in saving not only the dragons of these lands but its people as well.  Only time will tell.  

Some may say our cause is weakened with Carocsa left in ashes.  She was willing to serve in the cause, serve in the ever present war between the peoples of this land and Blood and his minions.  Our cause is weaker?  Her death serves to aid a union between a god and goddess that may provide the means of turning the tide of this war.

So quick to judge, people are.  No time for listening, only blaming.  Many of the souls that pointed their fingers at me I had to pull from the grips of death.  No appreciation, just an expected duty of the holy...and they continue to point their fingers once back on thier feet.  I have sought only to bring the good Mist can do.  Apparently no one with me seemed to be concerned by or interested in this.  Nor, are they the only ones who have shown such disregard.  Perhaps I should no longer care as well.


*several days later a few quick notes are added on the right margin of the parchment near the last paragraph*

The shark lord in it's fury struck out at us all.  Apparantly it was convinced by the Tempest that we would fail in saving Carocsa.  

I may never fully understand what caused her to implant this in the mind of the beast.  

Perhaps in her infinite wisdom she thought it would lessens the shark attacks on the "breathless"?  

I can only assume that the beast holds the elves of the sea somewhat responsible for its loss as well.

[dadunmir]

A new tide brings the waters to the shores.  The sea is ruled by one goddess now.  The new alliance will bring new strength of arms to the fight.  However, I am concerned.  An elf outside the the shrine spoke of an imbalance.  Something of the chaotic times of the future.  That should be the least of the concern.  I am more concerned with reckless hate that is potentially being released onto the lands.  I had an ever so brief conversation with a particular bard.  One with whom my relationship has been tainted by the recent events.  I can't help but realize the truth in his words.  I've either done the world a favor or I've sent it to its doom.

*written after a restless sleep*

[dadunmir]

[big]A prayer for the journey[/big]


[big]The air and wind of the storms move me

the seas provide me passage

I look to the Ladys of the Seas to guide me

on my uncharted voyage.

The strength of the storms are with me

and in all their fury and power

I see Her, the Lady of the Sea,

and Her will is my desire.[/big]

[dadunmir]

Again I find myself amidst the struggles of the heavens.  Though I do not know if the Lady of the Sea has interest in the struggle, I still landed myself in the middle of it.  

One seeks to rise to the heavens at the expense of another, or so it seems.  The journey has been perilous and frought with many dangers.  Many of the travelers including myself have fallen in battle.  It  seems only the strongest of warriors are able to withstand the force of what we're up against.

We were fortunate enough to have a generous and gifted faithful of Ilsare.  Many souls were raised.  I myself raised a few...a few is all I really cared to help.  I had to save some of my own strength for myself.  I once might have had the heart to try and raise them all.  Those days of generosity are gone.  

[dadunmir]

*Missing the days she spent on her family's ship sailing Mist's great seas, Yashilla jots down her current feelings*

Great are the struggles I've seen on these lands.  Yet, I recall the days on my fathers boat.  Days when I knew nothing of the struggles of men.  Everyday was a new day.  All I knew were the elements.  The freedom brought by a vast and seemingly endless sea.  The swiftness brought by a strong wind.  The seas elements were constant, they were always present as if they had no beginning and no end.  I miss those days when things were so simple and I would like to one day return to them.

[dadunmir]

*Yashilla sits down at the waters edge rubbing her aching muscles and bones.  She pulls out a parchment of mahogany.*

These adventurous years I've had are taking a toll on me.  I have grown much, learned much, experienced much, and yet find myself with little.  Little strength do I have in me to continue this life I've led.  I've seen great troubles and triumphs and have even taken a part in some of them.  Though, those adventure have seldom left me with anything but a momentary feeling of sorrow or bliss.  

With experience and time comes wisdom and mine has grown from my travels.  There were things I saw, valued, desired.  Now there is a larger picture free from such entrapments.  I recall a period when all I wanted was to bring the world the good of Mist's powers.  I recall my zeal when I first stepped onto shore.  

*she chuckles as she continues to write*

I think actually the zeal came first then the steps onto land.  Perhaps that desire came shortly after that bizarre dream I had?  Yes, I have grown much since then.  No longer are there any such desires.  I've released myself from such a confining sytem of values.  It is such a freeing feeling to no longer be bound by the such.  My decisions and actions are my own, not governed by what labels others may give them.  I find this comforting.

I have learned much of what it is to be of service to the Lady of the Sea.  I feel as if the seas themselves are calling me off these lands.  Though I feel I have so little left to me as a result of the inherent cost in traveling these lands, I still can offer much.  I left my parents to learn of the commitment that I was taking on; I wanted to become a great cleric, priestess of Mist.  I've gone to great lengths to profess my faith and commitment.  

I must admitt my encounter with the Tempest opened my eyes to a larger view.  No longer do I profess my faith based on any result or action that may be brought about.  I profess my faith because it is what I am.  Perhaps when I had the honor of the visiting Tempest she opened my eyes, opened them to the sea.  For now Mist's sea is all that carries anything special for me.  The prayers that were once uttered with the family still hold a special place in me.  I think when I meet up with them again, I will teach them a few new ones.  Mist's seas are great indeed.  Her storms are strong.  We prayed for safe passage all the days of our voyages and even had our fair share of struggles on them.  I am sure when I meet up with them again, they will learn how to find Mist's seas more comforting.  The sea is where I will spend my last days, as it was where I spent my first days.  Having spent much time roaming these lands and being guided by Her storm's strong winds, I find myself being led back to where I started out from, the sea.

[dadunmir]

Not too much time has marched on since I've last visited these tattered parchments of mine.  However, I still am here on these lands, opposed to where I thought I'd have been by now.  Perhaps the calling of the seas was not to them directly.  Instead the calling was to their service by another means, perhaps.  Much time have I now spent on the lands of the King, Dregar.  Difficult do I find it to find a place for prayer.   Only in Leilon is their a structure devoted to the Lady of the Sea; yet, Her waters touch the shores of all the lands.  I think it is time for that to change.  I've posted a parchment in the temple in Leilon in hopes the few other servants I've found will express interest in such matters of the church.  Organizing such an effort will be quite a challenge as such skills I do have in great number, nor do I think many will be receptive to having their actions dictated by anyone else but themselves.  Time will tell and my efforts will not wane.

[dadunmir]

*sitting on the docks of Lorinda Yashilla jots down a note or two*

I've been on these lands for some time.  My searches for a location for a shrine go without end.  There is got to be a place around here.  

*she pauses and pawns off a platinum ring*

I've been back on Mistone a little while ago on a short bit of business.  I ran into a good friend, Goldwin, an excellent fighter.  He hired a few lock pickers for a trip to Storan's crypt.  Quite the journey.  Apparently I've been on this land too long.  Forces of Bloodstone have landed.  Worse, his generals have been spotted on Mistone.  I'll be sure to drop a prayer for some harsh storms in the near future.

Odder still, Storan had spoken of a link he has to a bloodpool.  One of our companions, she was a fiesty little one, had mentioned something to the ring of black wizards and restoration of one of these pools.  *taps her chin thinking of a name* I've not heard much of them but have heard enough that the presense of these pools doesn't bode well.  

*she starts scribbling a note to her parents on another parchment*

[dadunmir]

*sitting in Saudiria Yashilla jots down a quick note*

Our Lady Mist draws servants and faithful from all kinds.  I have done much traveling with a half-orc on in the desert.  Then today, an orc offered me the blessings of Mist.  I have heard rumors of people changing into orcs recently, result of some kind of magic I guess.  Digging some sand I offered the gift of life Mist has granted me to give.  Who knows whether or not what these orcs said was true.  It won't hurt to offer a small kind gesture, our Lady could always use a larger audience.

[dadunmir]

*sitting in arabel recovering from a recent fall in battle Yashilla pulls out a parchment*

Incredibly dreadful this town, this land.  *rubs her aching body* Giants, snakes, and some of the foulest children I've seen.
 

*she digresses to another thought and looks to the banner of Pyrtechon she managed to acquire in a recent trip.  She draws an image of a house in flames near the left edge of the parchment.*

Their kind sure are pushy.  A bit sadistic too.  Looks like I might end up a permanent liason between him and my Lady.

*stuffs the banner aside*

The banner does carry a bit of clout though.  It came in quite handy.  So does that of the Lady of the Sea if I recall correctly.

*she takes a moment to ding out a dent in her armor and polishes a recently acquired shield.*


*at the bottom half of this page there appears to be a new entry.*

Father would be proud.  I manned a small crew and sailed from the home of Fisterion to Port Hampshire.  I am quite appreciative of my relationship with my Lady of the Sea as I'm quite rusty in my sailing.  I'm sure without Her blessings and the Ladys of the Seas to guide us we would have been very lost or wrecked...sailing reminded me of my younger days.  Those were fun days!
No rules, limitless freedom.  Such things are harder to come by on land.  Fortunately, I've been able to avoid problems with local authorities.  Though, just the other day I ran into a subtle issue with a dockmaster while lowering anchor in Port Hampshire.  Mother had a better knack for dealing with such authorities.  She always had more patience.  

*rubs her aches and pains once more and then opts to sleep it off*

[dadunmir]

*Yashilla crawls out of the ruins beneath the forest floor and decides to scribble down some of her current reflections*

The chaos of battle...yes, a great number of wild adventures.  It started as a rat problem here on Mistone.  Someone came running here in Hlint to complain about a home in Spellguard.  One couldn't possibly expect that the such would lead to traveling through some of most dangerous places on this world.  Not to meantion the planes that were travelled to as well.  

The rat problem quickly became a snake problem or more accurately a viper problem.

*she pauses and looks to the sky then looks at an older parchment she's written on*

Foul children indeed....though to view them as children is a great underestimation.  They are devoted to he whom they serve and they serve him with great enthusiasm and devotion.  They've marched on the heavens and their god will likely complete his assension.  

Many fell in our battles against the deadly sins.  Each battle was a wild melee.  Lives were lost, ours, theirs, and some that shouldn't have been lost were taken.  Particularly nearing the end of our journey a strange individual seemed to appear from no where and took the lives of many.  Some claimed it was Blood himself.  Perhaps it is true what they say about Shadison's connection to Blood's quest.  

*she reflects a moment grasping a small pendant worn around her neck.*

Though I care none for a particular end good or evil as others involved may, I am concerned about this assension and the way it may reshape the heavens and the planes.  I am concerned with how my Lady of the Sea may be effected.  It is important to me that her place the kept amongst the other constellations.

*feeling as if she's written enough, Yashilla puts away her charcoal.*

[dadunmir]

Yashilla burns a few spare parchments at a small campfire she's made.  As she does so the fire reminds her of something.  She begins to think of dragons and then the dragon gods...though really just the one.  

As her thoughts move to the Destroyer she can't help but think of her own god, Mist.  She pauses and begins to think about something she wrote a long time ago.  She thinks about where her loyalty lies and belongs.

"That doesn't take any effort!"  she says aloud.

Comforted by her authentic devotion to her Lady of the Sea her mind shifts to the war on the lands ...and seas for that matter.

"I just wish I had power to cleanse and start over..." she catches herself beginning to utter something foolish outloud.  

Nonetheless, she realizes who she is is inpart owed to her strong tendencies toward the destructive side of things.  

As she returns to watching the spare parchments burn she is ever so thankful for somehow feeling as if she has reached a pinnacle in her servitude toward her Lady of the Sea, at least she feels as if she's peaked in talent for now.  Thinking of where she goes from here gives her a sensation of sailing in new waters.

[dadunmir]

*Yashilla pulls out a parchment and charcoal as she sits somewhere in the serpent mountians.*

I have calmed a bit.  Though, my blood still circulates at a furious rate.  None could leave well-enough alone.  It cost all our lives.  

Though there was cause for exploration in the forest as things were certainly out of place, it became clear to me as we progressed along our way why things were the way the were and that the stirring of the about of the foul beasts of that dark placed had subsided.  The dwarf said it himself things were seeming normal once more.  At that time we should of left.  Even Luna had wisdom enough to know when to quit.  The dwarf's curiosity and then the other's sense of "duty" and "loyalty" took over and the group split in two...for the worse.  Deep in that mossy crypt as they drew near to what they were after, they lost thier lives.  

*she bites her lip*

That was unexpected...and rather unfortunate.  If we were to get out of that place we'd need everyman and woman, dwarf and elf to spare.  I knew what must be done.  I made a simple request for others to stay and as I ventured deep under the crypt.  I didn't know if aid was likely to come, it is always a questionable risk to make such dealings as the one I had to make.  You'd think a mature cleric's wisdom and warning would be enough advice to keep the curious at bay.  

I knew well enough we were being watched.  That was in part the reason for my staying behind in the crypt having realized by then what caused the initial stir in the woods.

I pulled out Pyrtechon's banner as I went deep into the cave.  I made the deal.  Those who were still alive owed a debt in exchange for us and the fallen to return to safety.  Somehow I figure this was wiser than being part of group that all ended up at dwarf's goal of satisfying his curiosity.  I can only imagine what that outcome could of been and I wasn't about to be part of exposing something that cost my life hide.  Though, it now cost my live to keep it hidden once more.

The terms of the deal made were simple...agree to the debt for the sake of our lives and those of our companions, leave the crypt, and then perform the service requested.  For a group that was so intent on looking for a way to save their compatriots they got awefully selfish.  Nothing could be done.  Some of them even place high regard in doing what is "good" or "just" and I'd think that sparing the fallen from the planes of the lost after we let them march to their doom would be something worth paying a debt over.  No, in the end it was their selfish need for satisfying thier curiosity the dictated their coarse of action.  Just like that dwarf's.  I still hear them.

"...I will not agree to a debt before I know what the debt is..."

I knew from past experience that Luna would be a challenge to convince, then there was Rodlim, Dorax, and a couple others I didn't know well.  In the end I gave in to their stubbornness and we left the crypt and perished as I had promised them we would.  

*she pauses a long time before adding the following final paragragh*

I don't know the intentions of the heavens themselves however, I had it made clear to me that there was a role that needed to fulfilled in developing relations between my mistress and that dragon.  Something really must have that beast shaken up if this is now costing me my life many times over...and I will not be a pawn!

[dadunmir]

After scribbling onto a parchment Yashilla pauses for a moment to recognize where she is.  She takes but a moment to remember what happened and how it is she got there, though she does not remember the trip exactly.

She shakes her head.  "Enough of this questing for knowledge."

She packs her things.  "The forests are no place for a woman of the sea.  Time to get back to business.  Time to find a place for that shrine."

She kneels for a prayer to renew her blessings concerned with only what she needs to protect and aid herself.  She intends to continue her travels alone as this is how she usually adventures across the land of Dregar.

"No more nonsense about being responsible for others."  

"Free to make the rules as I go."

Delighting in her freedom and independence, Yashilla takes the time to gather some sand and revels in her destructive capacity.



"I wonder what it is my Lady of the Sea will call upon me to do next?"

Her tone becomes more sarcastic.  "She better tell me what it is before I have to do it.  I need lots of time to consider whether or not I should do it."

She returns to being a bit more serious.  "I can not even imagine the consequences of such actions or tone brought against my mistress."

"I need to work on my deceptions."

She cackles.  "Next time, they'll know what it is that is asked of them if that's all they really care about."

[dadunmir]

The war has come.  The Kingdom of Roldem has fell.  Bloodstone's forces now rule the islands.  I recall leading a battle with a couple of dwarves on the seas in defense of the southern part of Mistone and the Dragon Isles.  To my surprise, I've been told that the Ilses themselves have fallen since then.  How true this is I'm unsure.  We seemed victorious though during our battle.  Bloodstone and his generals certainly are focused!  

Admittingly there is something appealing about his quest for destruction.  Surely there must be a way to use his quest to the advantage of my mistress.  The threat he poses to the dragons certainly aided in granting Mist the newly found dominance over the seas.  There must be a way to extract a larger influence for the Lady of the Sea to have in this world.

NOTE.  Meditate on this!

In a way perhaps it is a blessing in disguise for our kind that the greatest fleet of navy ships has been destroyed.  Perhaps in his hatred for all mankind he had the forsight to keep a few ships around.  What would those who take an ill disposition toward Lady Doom have to say when her storms save their very skins and hides!  ...this talk of her storms is sending my heart racing, time to bring her blessings to the hostil inhabitants of these lands.

[dadunmir]

As I leaf through the papers of mine I realize I should probably discard of some of them.  Though, they are often helpful to reflect upon.  Places I've gone, people I've seen, and things I've done in the past remind of who I've been and perhaps give direction of who I should become.

I am and always will be a willful servant of the great Lady Doom.  It is to her and her followers that my loyalty lies.  Her command over the sea has been strengthened.   Stronger bonds in the heavens have been formed.  I will do what is necessary to ensure her continued growth in these chaotic times.  I imagine this will come at a great cost to myself.  Already have I sacrificed my own strength and blood for a bond that exists in the heavens.  I foresee the aid I've given the Lord of the Dragons and his master in the heavens a useful leverage.  Perhaps, it would be wise to return to the mountains of Firesteep and make my request.  They owe me at least time to hear me through.  Perhaps, yes perhaps, if I play things out correctly I will find myself assending in the ranks of the clergy.  I've gained the favor of the Tempest.  I need only remind her of Carocsa.  Though, it seems wise to execute sound judgement in these actions.  Nonetheless, the important thing, despite the outcome, is the advancement of the Lady of the Seas influence in both the heavens and the seas of this world.

[dadunmir]

*a letter left with the dockmaster for when her family's ship arrives*

Dearest Family,

I pray you have found safe travels on the sea.  I have heard the great naval fleet of the Kingdom of Roldem has fallen.  It seems what was a war on the lands has now become one that involves Lady Doom's seas.  Infinite are the number of routes the sea has to offer, no two the same.  Nor are the routes the same from day to day.  I pray you are close to our Lady of the Sea and that the chaotic nature of her seas keep you safe and may the strength of her storms be with you always.  I've come to write this letter to reaffirm for you that I still value my choice of becoming a part of the clergy.  

It is with time's passing that I have come now to realize the wisdom of my childhood teachings.  Every day is a new day and yesterday has no bearing on today or tomorrow.  This decision to take a role in the clergyhood was the single most influential choice of my life.  It is also the only choice I make on a daily basis that has the same outcome.  Choices are what define how we live, we choose how we live, and the freedom to choose is paramount.  As you have taught me of the constant changes that occur in life, I have taught myself that to extend this idea to my everyday life's basic freedoms.  If I may part with some of my own wisdom: a choice made yesterday has no meaning for today.  For if it did, then today's choices would carry the influence of the past and one truely wouldn't be free in their choosing.  

I must admit my free spirit is indebted to my days at sea with you all and to the sea and Mist herself.  Everyday I awoke all I would see was the endless sea.  Today's sea was no different than yesterday's and would also be different from tomorrow.  In fact, how could of we been aware of whether or not we had even sailed overnight?  We couldn't.  Whether or not we sailed on the previous day had no impact on what I saw when I awoke.  All I knew was that on the previous day, we either made the choice to sail or we didn't and that had no impact on today.  

I recall how often I found frustration on the lands when we docked for business.  A need for order and rules set in place that existed not just from day to day but for a life time were more than I could handle.  I recall how this seemed to spur my rebelious behavior that so often I was chastised for during my younger years.  The freedom I had experienced on the seas wasn't close to what we had experienced on land.  Don't think that after all these years this behavior of mine has completely faded.  I have come to experience that the laws that exist in town after town limit the fundamental freedom of life.  To your chagrin mother, perhaps I am more rebelious now then then just not so outward with it.  I might also add that I am again in tune with my destructive nature.  

Perhaps it is for the best that I no longer sail with you.  I have found much opportunity for the works of the faith on the lands of this world.  Though I have much to offer you all, I am not fully confident in my capacity to contribute specifically to the family business.  Just think of me the next time the storms of the sea come your way.  May the sea's boundlessness always brind you a new day and may your spirits always be free.

In her service,
Yashilla

[dadunmir]

How fortunate I've been to have served my mistress these many years.  I've accomplished far more than I could have imagined when I first started my service.  Every day I spend awake and aware I sense Mist's presense.  The storms and winds and rains and seas, her's to command.

She has granted me a great many blessings.  Abilities to restore, enhance, and also take life.  Blessings that reflect the strength of her domain, the storms of the seas.  Not a day goes by that I don't express how thankful I am that I have such blessings to aid me in my daily travels and struggles.

I have done a great number of things for the faith.  I have helped strengthen her hold over the sea.  I have aided many fellow patrons.  Even now plans are set to bring a stronger influence to the land of Dregar.  I am anxious to see the temple completed.  I have also maintained heavenly relations.  Deeds were done to ensure alies are present amongst the stars.

I've done much and have nothing to be ashamed of.  My body and soul grow weary and tired.  Should my time end abruptly I will be pleased with the service provided and can only hope my Mistress shares the same approval.  Should my days on this land be more abundant than I expect, I hope to one day return to the seas with my family as I can hear the sea calling me all the time.

*she gets up and stretches a bit and turns to the temple door*

[dadunmir]

I find myself lighter of my feet these days.  I have pawned off most of my possessions and even sold off my home.  My bags are lighter and my spirit free-er.  Most of my gold has gone to the temple which has been recently moved to a more proper location.  Yet, funds are low and what is worse, I struggle to find many of Mist's faithful.  I will continue as I've done and encourage those I see who hold her dear.  

My service continues to send me out as the winds of the storms.  Some days it is welcomed and others it is not.  I have travelled great lengths of these lands of the prime.  On occassion my journeys lead me to new insights and discoveries.  

I once drifted into an old friend in the Kingdom of Roldem.  War has ravaged the Kingdom, though that was not the reason for this chance meeting.  It was to the swamps that our journey lead us.  In the end the souls of some followers of Mist were freed and, for a moment, the storms seemed to subside.  I recalled some stories I once heard during that trip.  By the end, I sensed they were more truth than fiction.  As the new grove of trees grows a new era begins in that part of the swamp.  As for the rest of the swamp and its storms, it will continue to remind me of Lady Doom.

Recent services in the temple had reminded me of how similar the prime and the other planes can be.  Never ceasing powerstruggles are a common thread all have.  On this particular occasion, the strife has transcended more than one of the planes.  Though, my concern over the matter is small, I was on the receiving end of a rare visit and learned a bit more about workings of the Lady Doom.

May the storms bring me strength to provide service and may my service bring destruction's end such that the cycle can start anew.