Journal of Zemik Kraven

[Bodinec]

I attended a meeting of Toran Followers today to hear what needed to be talked about. Seem things are getting worse here. I have talked to many people and I keep hearing one name over and over again. Milara. Ever since his attack I can't shake the image of him killing me. Seems we are not safe anywhere we travel. I some times wunder what Toran will have me do. I spent much of past few week trying to scrap together money for a house to have a place to help other. But it seems so hard to get much gold here. With out a place to store my good it has becomes a burden to craft. I tire of take shelter in the temple , I know I am always welcome but I think it says something of a man to go out and make something for him slef. Something other can't give him.

I feel I have lost my way, and that is why I must take this time and question what I have been doing in my time here. What is it I have done. I am sure there a few who would say I helped or saved them but I think sometimes it is not enough. That I should be doing more. It seems this area and the lands to the south are plagued with many forms of evil. Waiting in the shadows to strike out and kill a man for just being there.

Most of all I fear my father is dead. With no word from him since his last battle I have to prepare myself for the worst.

   ---Zemik Kraven---

[Bodinec]

A note in town that I saw caught my eye. It reminded me of a night we had traveled to Fort Valensk and head to a nearby cave. We meet a friend of Nythano just outside the cave. For the life of me I can't remember his name. So we are chatting in what would be the worse place to chat for one of us. They chatted a way and I was keeping a eye to the plains to see if any of the knolls out there might hear us and come and check it out.

That was when I saw Ru Nythano's large cat swatting at the air and making very unhappy sounds, like it ment to kill something. For the briefest second I saw what it was. It had been a person covered in a blue cloak or robe with the hood pulled up to hide their face. It disappeared for a time and Nythano's friend said it was Milara. I asked who was Milara. He seem to be scarred or hesitent to talk. Before I could say anything a unholly darkeness descended upon us. And from the darkness came a voice.

"Leave or Die."

I found my way to Nythano and found him none responsive to pulling or anything he seem gone for a lack of a better word. I feared for my friends safty with a madman lurking in the darkness. While trying to move Nythano I called out to the voice "I shall not leave my friend." and I sensed or felt it more then anything was "THEN DIE." and like that I felt cold and could feel nothing but my mind told me I was falling, falling to the arms of the Soul Mother. My mind raced and before I hit the wet grass I felt nothing. I am not sure what happen after that but I found my self back in this reality.

After that I felt cold and bitter I was lashing out at everyone I was not myself. It took sometime before I was back to my old self but some wounds will never heal.