(The journal begins before he arrived in Hlint - as posted here the original character submission biography which will serve as a prelude to his future writings). Biography:
Calen'liel Goldleaf, born in the year 1292, son of Cirventhore and Elania, the heads of the house of Goldleaf located in the heart of Voltrex and named Calen'liel by Haldamir, a high cleric of Aeridin at the first dawn of Calen's life during the naming ceremony. The name marks the bond between Calen's great-grandfather Caldan of the house of Morningbreak with Len'liel of the house of Sunstrider, which lead to the birth of the house of Goldleaf. Calen's people are worshippers of Aeridin, most wizards, clerics, and rangers, but there are a few - rare- soldiers marked by Aeridin, chosen in a warriors life to be his paladins. Calen's society holds these paladins in high regard - his society particularly values law, tradition, and the preservation of beliefs. Calen grew up as many of his race did. He had loving parents who cared for him greatly and raised him in the traditional beliefs of elvin lore. His appearance matched that of his people who all possessed bronzed skin and blond sun-colored "golden" hair. These"sun elves" as they were often called were a beautiful enchanting race,regarded as such even by other elves. However, his people cared little for interaction with the other elves on Voltrex and little for the rest of the world as well - they were indifferent to the matters of men, dwarves, and even other elves and as such many of his kind were unaware of what the world was facing. Despite this drawback, Calen's people valued intelligence and while his people predominantly spoke elvin or high elvin, though rare, they spoke common when needed. After all, some few have interacted with an "outsider" here or there.
Calen was encouraged by some in his family to pursue magic. His sister Ilmaeila was a just beginning her journey in the arcane arts, so toowere other members of his family. He however became more fond of melee and archery and focused his time on that - something his family grew to accept. Another tradition, which Calen was raised to learn was the teaching of Aeridin, the patron god of his people. As Calen read through these teachings he became more and more engulfed in them, his dedication growing. He dedicated himself for a few decades in constant prayer asking what Aeridin's will was for his life. His fervor grew finding these teachings truthful and the way he felt life should be -in fact it grew to such an extent that he had Haldamir mark on him a tattoo of a golden sun upon his own chest. His family approved of this fervor, his mother seeing the passion in the young elf led him to Nar'uel, friend of the family and a paladin of Aeridin.
Nar taught him further for a while, the teachings of Aeridin as well as basic swordsmanship, archery, and even showed him through the grace of Aeridin how to heal, resist disease, and even smite foul creatures of the dark, which Nar was often called to do. Yet through it all he made Calen memorize the code which Nar himself lives by - something Nar made sure was engrained in Calen's heart:
1 - Devote yourself to life. If there is any way to prevent death and preserve life, it is the way of Aeridin. 2 - Judge not others. By judging others, you yourself are judged. 3 - Honor your words and live by them. Your oath is as true as these laws. 4 - Help others live a full life, and harm not the harmless. 5 - Heal the sick and wounded who ask for assistance. Those whom you have deathlessly defeated remain your responsibility. 6 - Abandon all greed, hatred, and evil feelings towards others. These close the mind to truth and engender a hatred for life. 7 - Pay homage to life by giving freely and allowing others the same. 8 - Respect those who would teach you and ask nothing of those you teach. 9 - Respect the laws of mortals, but remember always that your fealty is to the laws of Aeridin. 10 - Pledge your life, soul, and word to Aeridin. Never should you worship another and never should your faith falter. 11- Not pride, but humility. Not greed, but generousity. Not envy, butlove. Not wrath, but kindness. Not lust, but temperance. Not gluttony,but moderation. Not sloth, but zeal. Never evil, always good. Bringlight to the darkness and you shall always be counted among Aeridin'sblessed. 12 - Wear the symbol of Aeridin with honor, love, and devotion. Never rape, steal, or murder. 13 - Take only what you need, and give only what you can. Calen continued his studies with Nar eventually mastering the very basics of melee and the healing arts. Nar told him that his training was that of a paladin. When asked by Calen (who really was quite shocked that he'd be a paladin or was training for it) about Nar choosing him as a paladin Nar rebuked him slightly saying he was not the one who choses, Aeridin was. He told Calen that to be one of Aeridin's blessed would mean a difficult life of ardous sacrifice in the name of the life-giver. Calen nodded and accepted that responsibility. During the latter part of this training the young Calen began to have dreams (or nightmares rather) of a dragon calling him west to lands he's never even heard of. Mistone? Hlint? He ignored these dreams for it was a terrible offense to leave his people for some nonsense spoken by a fictional dragon. The words however rang in his head - they never left and it seemed his mind began to become preoccupied with them.
"A war was at hand. A great battle between the good of the world and aforce of evil so horrible, his help was needed. Unless the tide turnsthe world will fall into a terrible darkness the likes of which has never been seen".
Some ancient human or a being that used to be human named Sinthar Bloodstone was threatening the world. He dwelled on these dreams privately for a while.
Eventually he spoke to his family about these dreams and they dismissed them. They said these were just dreams, nothing more. There were no dragons - why dragons haven't been seen for ages. Something in his heart told him they were wrong - yet worse, looking at the worried expression on his fathers face - like he knew something - all but confirmed Calen's suspicions. Calen's heart told him there
was a war, that this Bloodstone did exist. He became very disturbed, torn inside. Abandon his people? Unthinkable! But something inside of him as strong - as if Aeridin was speaking to him - almost like that. He felt he was being pulled somewhere and he had to find out - find out more about this war, this evil man. One night he stole away to a small local group of wood elves. Calen was always a bit more open toward other races then most of his people. He spoke to an elf, Eladril whom he had come to know through a few of his walks that Calen liked to take from time to time - about these dreams.The elf nodded gravely and told him about this Bloodstone fellow. Evidently this Eladril who was a very old elf knew the story, the original war of the dragons, the banishment of Bloodstone from what had been passed down to him. Calen suspected his people also knew, but did not admit it out of fear. He was after all taught about the draconic war as seen through the eyes of the elves - all his people were, but much was left out. To his people it seemed, the events of that time became legend, and legend became myth seldom spoken about. Night after night Calen kept returning to hear Eladril speak. He told Calen about Bloodstone, the west-lands, even the human defeat of some place called Tibum which happened recently. Asked by Calen how he knew of these recent events Eladril in his wisdom remarked
"Voltrex is isolated in the eyes of most elfs, but this isolation is only in their minds. Every once and a while a foreigner comes to the wood elf city and speaks about such things." 
Calen knew his people would frown upon his leaving to speak about such matters with an outside - most would at least. But sadly, he knew they would do nothing about this war. They would choose not to get involved and risk open war, when open war was already upon them. But he couldnot just leave to find these west-lands. He spoke to Nar in trust one evening:
(in elvin) Nar: *he sighed in thought and turning to Calen* You've had these dreams for a while now. Now you tell me you have spoken to this elf Eladril. I know this elf
*he scratched his chin in though, leaning against a tree, then looking Calen in the eyes* What does your heart tell you Calen'liel?
Calen: *in his eyes desparation appears*I feel I have to go. My people do nothing! They are stubborn. Aeridin would wish us to fight this evil would he not. It will take away life.I've seen it in my dreams.
Nar: *he nods sagely, then sighs again* I will tell your family you have left on a mission of Aeridin. A mission I sent you on. You're young Calen, but you have heart - I see that. You've always had heart. Consider this a test, one that if you pass, you will be a paladin of Aeridin, chosen by him.
*he sighs a bit* But... one you may not survive. I will speak to your family about, tell them the truth. They may frown, most elves are not welcome back once they leave the island to head into the world. But I will do what I can to convince them so they will be proud of you.
*he places his right hand on Calen's right shoulder - the leaves of the forest ceiling falling on them both* I am proud of you...brother.
Calen: *his eyes light up, he's clearly surprised at Nar's words the he smiles and nods* Thank you my friend. I will leave for Saida at the first of dawn...I will board a boat and sail to Hlint.
Nar: Hlint?
Calen: Some town this dragon of my dreams has called me to.
Nar: *he nods* Take what you need and no more. Go hurry, you have but a few hours before your mother wakes! I will think of something to tell her.
Calen: *he nods and runs back to his room, he places some elvin bread, one set of garmets, and a few healing potions into a pack. After strapping on some light leather armor he then picks up a few quivers of arrows, his old long-sword, and a hickory long-bow - then taking one last look at the beautiful land he would be leaving - perhaps to never see again, sighed, and ran towards Saida - once the time arrived. 
During his journey to Hlint, before leaving Saida he payed one last visit to Eladril. He asked Eladril to mark on him a tattoo - small golden leaves arranged in a line ornately encircling or weaving around one another like vines - a remembrance of his family. Eladril,respectful and in admiration for the young elf did just that and it was upon Calen's forehead this mark was made.
