Jin Lun Lee - Diaries.

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Jin Lun Lee - Terror of Lizards

Armolas has joined the Farstrider Pack.  He will be a valuable addition to our group.  He is along time friend and companion.

After the meeting of the Farstriders tonight, the Farstriders were approached by Captain Garent of Hlint to assist him with a problem with Lizard Men that he was having.  He asked to remove their leader in a hope to stop their raids on the town of Hlint.

With careful team work and planning we were able to fight our way deep into the lizard-men's lair.   We fought the lizard men, and I slew the leader.  I retrieved the head, a ghastly deed; may Aeridin forgive me.

On the way back we rested in a secure room.  That was our mistake.  My mistake as I lead the group it was my decision to make.  It appears that the Lizards were not as weakened as we hoped.  The prepared a deadly ambush for us.  Lizards flooded out of nowhere.  In the end it was me and Xan left standing against a single Lizard Shaman.  He ran directly into a trap committing suicide and killing Xan and I.

The bindstone did its work and we returned to Hlint.  However the lizards had looted our dead bodies and I had lost the head.

Next the Lizardmen attacked Hlint.  A vengeance raid.  We aided the city guards as best we could and secured the gates.

Captain Garent and the Quartermaster blamed us for the attack by the Lizardmen and ordered us to remove them completely.  I was not pleased with the idea about Genocide and stayed behind in Hlint, watching the east gate as my companions departed.  Eventually my fear for their safety overcame me and I trudged to aid them.  In my weakened state I was little help and could barely move.  Fortunately we encountered a hero by the name of Yard, who assisted us battle the lizards.  I fell near-death once.  Berilu fell thrice and never returned.  Even the mighty Yard fell to the Lizard Shaman's magics.  Eventually we reach our graves and I was able to fully return my soul to my body.

Thus restored the Farstriders and companions entered the final chamber.  The son of the lizard cheiftan I slew had assumed his fathers position.  Alei, attempted to negotiate a truce, but in the end hatred prevailed and the Lizards attacked us.  Again like his father, the new lizard chieftain can straight for me.  In a brief but bloody battle I slew him and removed his head with my knife.  I also recollected the fathers head.  A wave of darkness swept over me as I performed the grim deed.

Like father like son.  Both had desired vengeance against Hlint.  Both had fallen to my hand.  I pray that the next leader of the Lizardmen pursues a wiser and less blood thristy policy.

We left the swamps in haste without rest.  On returning to Hlint I dumped to two bloody head at the feet of Captain Garent.  I spoke to him at length about stopping sending adventurer into the swamps.  I hope he will change his vengeful policy.
 
I grief for my lost companions.  I hope Berilu will recover.  I feel that the darkness within me is surfacing again.  The darkness is a part as me, part of my heritage.  As much a part as Aeridin's light is with me.  I will go my best to channel this dark power within me as a force for good.

Light and Dark for good.

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Forging the Blade, the Body and the Mind

I have been privileged to assist in a great service to the land in the war against blood.  I witnessed the forging of the shadow blade.  The details are best left that of the bard Ozy, however witnessing the forging of the blade had a profound impact on me.   The blade itself was of a material that both attracts and repels light.  It has both the aspect of light and the aspect of dark.  The Shadow Blade was forged in the midst of a bloody battle.

This blade could be a metaphor for me.  I am a duality, both light and dark.  

The light is my faith, the worship of Aeridin the preserver, the life giver.

The dark is my heritage, my drow ancestors, my violent nature and heritage.

Both have great power.  So far I have clung to my faith and the light in the pursuit of my goals.  However the darkness within is also available to me.  This power comes from within.  I have learned to control my anger, in this way I can harness it.  My training in Amarylla as a cleric and a monk is coming to fruition.   The monks of the broken circle train their minds with the force of their will.  The negative emotions of fear, anger, hatred, are harnessed with a tight reign.  I have achieved control of my anger and hatred.  I am ready to put down my mace and shield and fight for life with my fists and feets.  I am ready to take up my roll as a monk of the broken circle.

Tegan has made me some fine robes which I have altered.  This robe is a symbol of who I am.  The white represents my faith, the clerical path of Aeridin.  The black represents my dark heritage, the darkness within me, the power that comes from my soul, and tightly channelled by the force of my will.  The red represents my conception, my name, the night of the bloody moon.

Thus as the Shadow Blade I am forged; in Light, Dark and Blood.

Light, Dark, and Blood, this is who I am.

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A Missing Farstrider

Renji has been gone for a while on a personal journey of his.  I miss the darkone, his wit humour and energy.  His loyalty and passion for his friends.  I hope he will return when he is able.  I am sure is he still alive.   I'm not sure when or if he will return.

Missing:
Dark Hooded Ranger.

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A Shadow of a Paladin

I have met a Knight of Epic Reputation, Sir Remiel.  He has taken a liking to Tegan, and as a result he has been along on several of the Farstriders quests.  As a warrior he is a force of nature, unstoppable.  His features and manners are flawless.  His personality is reserved with a dry wit.  However I heard a rumor from Talan that he has fallen from Toran's grace.  Given his abilities he is or was a Paladin of the highest order.  He is acting as a mentor to Tegan now, guiding her in the selection of magic and battle tactics.  I wonder about his story, and if he will disclose it to the rest of the farstriders.  

These are dark times, and shadows of the dead walk the city streets at night.  Shadows also walk the hearts of all men.  

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A Skull on a Stick.

After a terrible encounter with some dark druids Akki had discovered a strange artifact.  It was a skull on a stick.  She joked and tormented us with it for a while.  I could sense the evil innate in the object.  Akki was well pleased with her new toy and consider it a friend. It took a lot of persuading to remove it from her.  In the end I exchanged the skull for a magical umbrella of lighting protection.  Akki seemed happy with her new prop and composed a song about it.  The stick writhed in my grasp and I was unable to hold it. I burned the necromatic device in the rubbish bin in Hlint with little fanfare.  Then I cleansed the rubbish bin with a blessing.  I did notice one disturbing detail about the skull-on-a-stick.  It bore the signature of the necromancer that created it...

...Rufus Coldfinger

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Troubles of the heart

I spoke to Ireth yesterday.  She is engaged to a young Toranite paladin.  Strangely he reminded me of Sir Remiel.  Ireth and Sir Remiel have a history together.  According to Ireth that was about 10 years ago.  She told me her story, she was very passionate about it.  Lady Ireth has a long history.  It also sounds like Sir Remiel does too.  I hope he only has Tegan's best intentions at heart.  I'm sure he does, but affairs of the heart are never easy.  I wonder how much he knows of Tegan's heart.  I'm sure they would have talked about it at some stage.

I wonder what his plans are?  Such greatness could be a powerful force for good.  Perhaps he already has, and is now retired?


 

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Glenn Thendor

Glenn Thendor has been depressed for some time now.  He revealed to me that he can feel the tug of the soul mother, calling him.  His time in the world grows short.  I asked is there is anything I, We, The Farstriders, could to aid him.  He told me of his last goal in life was to craft a bow from Yew wood.  Of course the Farstriders would aid him as best they could in this request. Such a request is beyond us but not that of the great heros in the land.  I have approached Sir Remiel for his aid and he was willing to assist.  I hope to enlist the aid of the Druid Brisbane if possible.  I pray for Glenn that he may go gracefully into then next stage in the cycle.

I pray for Yew.

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Karana of the Elksoul Tribe

Tonight at the meeting of the Farstriders we welcomed a new member into the pack.  Karana with her friend Q and Dulan, had approach the Farstriders for access to the Den as a means of travel to Pranzis, where they had recently purchased a house.  For them it was merely a business deal.  

However the Farstriders are much more then a business. We are pledged to each other and aiding the cause of good in the world.  This is a bond that we take very seriously.  We are family.  The Den is our home.  We wanted to aid this group as much as we could but giving them access to the Den without membership was not possible.  Our solution to this problem was to invite Karana to join the Farstriders.  She is a strong friend to all the members, the obvious next step was to invite her to join.  Then she would have a key to the Den and could escort her friends to Pranzis when they needed to travel there.

Her nomination was supported by ever member present, and Karana pledged her life and maul, to the cause of good and that of the Farstriders.  We were glad to have her.  

Karana of the Elksoul Tribe, and Member of the Farstrider Pack.

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Mael. Leidanos,
Irailcam eo Ilamewel
Anastyca eo Ilamewel
Lemanir Tyeelan, Wmavilm

Maelamaw Leidanos,

E iretya anirela caananam oelwla aey el tyailnya illw irailcanir.  Tycaillaa veela sa mavilmwla illw oelw amelairala ane aeym wilyviranam Leila.  Tycaillaa a'nyylaa tyeem vmilssilm illw lanymetyan.  E irilela faal tymilnyanenyelv sa Acelal nyetyaelv anira Ireca Ana'anla oem Aeridin.

E amilla iretyelv aey irilela laamla el anira irailcanir eo sa laelaanam Seelceviran, irilla iram salanilc laanilana estymeelaw synyir?  E tymila ane Ilamewel anirilan E amecc fa ilfca ane oelw il nyyma oem iram ecclalala.  Ane anirela alw E irilela faal laailmnyirelv oem anira ammeanelvla eo Lailelan Taurnil Carnesîr.  Irilela aey illa el aeym cefmilma anirilan sila iracty?

Iream ela sa ceelaca leanya Nienna?  E amecc anma ane maanyml ane Wmavilm oem iram femanirwila.  E irilela alnycelaaw anirela ireca ilsycaan oem iram.  Tycaillaa naaty ean lailoa illw tymalaalan ean ane iram amiral laira ela mailwa; E nyillaa E we lean maanyml.

Anira amilm ela anammefca illw iretyaoyc.  E nyilllean ammeana synyir el anirela caananam el nyillaa ean oilccla elane anira ammelv irillwla.  Fyan eym hyalaan oem anira amailtyel ilvilellaan Fceew lailmla anira alw.

Sa Fmeaniramla illw Laelaanamla, anira Oilmlaanmewamla, ilma fanyeselv il tyeamamoyc oemnya oem veew.  Anira amecc ilew el anirela hyalaan oem anira amailtyel.  E irilela lairiltyaw aniras elane il nycelaa anails illw aniraa irilela lairiltyaw sa anee.  Xan, Tegan illw Karna irilela tycawvaw ane ilew el anira oelilc laanilva eo anirela hyalaan.  Anira eaniram sasfamla eo anira Oilmlaanmewamla ilma Armolas illw Berilu.  Ty Pendar ela ilclae il nycelaa omealw eo anira Oilmlaanmewamla fyan lean aaan il sasfam.  Renji ela nyymmalanca selalaelv.

E irilela leanenyaw anira laanmelv nyellanyaneel aniraa irilela ameanir ceoa; alatyanyeilcca el anira ceelala eo anira faillaanla illw anira femwla.  Armolas  illw Tegan feanir amemlairety Oeceill, aniraa ilma aneynyiraw fa anira ceelala eo faillaanla eo anira oemalaan.  Armolas illw Berilu irilela anira ilfeceana ane nyessylenyilana ameanir faillaanla.  Anirmeyvir aniras E nyill ilcselaan oaac anira vmailan seaneel eo illesilc ceoa ilmeylw sa.  Ean ela il laanmillva laallailaneel, laesecilm el laallaa fyan weooamalan el alalaalnya ane anira ceoa eo anira Ailmanir.  Irilela aey illa anireyviranla el amirilan anirela laanmillva laallaa sila fa?

El Ilamewel’la Ceviran,

Jin Lun Lee

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Rev. Leidanos,
Healer of Aeridin
Temple of Aeridin
North Point, Dregar

Revered Leidanos,

I hope this letter finds you in peace and health.  Please give my regards and fond wishes to your daughter Leila.  Please excuse poor grammar and script.  I have been practicing my Elven copying the Holy Texts of Aeridin.

I was hoping you have news on the health of my Sister Seelceviran, has her mental state improved much?  I pray to Aeridin that I will be able to find a cure for her illness.  To this end I have been searching for the writings of Saint Taurnil Carnesîr.  Have you any in your library that may help?

How is my lovely niece Nienna?  I will try to return to Dregar for her birthday.  I have enclosed this holy amulet for her.  Please keep it safe and present it to her when she is ready; I case I do not return.

The war is terrible and hopeful.  I cannot write much in this letter in case it falls into the wrong hands.  But our quest for the weapon against Blood nears the end.

My Brothers and Sisters, the Farstriders, are becoming a powerful force for good.  The will aid in this quest for the weapon.  I have shaped them into a close team and they have shaped me too.  Xan, Tegan and Karana have pledged to aid in the final stage of this quest.  The other members of the Farstriders are Armolas and Berilu.  Pendar is also a close friend of the Farstriders but not yet a member.  Renji is currently missing.

I have noticed the strong connection they have with life; especially in the lives of the beasts and the birds.  Armolas and Tegan both worship Folian, they are touched by the lives of beasts of the forest.  Amolas and Berilu have the ability to communicate with beasts.  Through them I can almost feel the great motion of animal life around me.  It is a strange sensation, similar in sense but different in essence to the life of the Earth.  Have you any thoughts on what this strange sense may be?

In Aeridin’s Light,

Jin Lun Lee

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Letters

I have been practising my Elven in writing letters and the copying the holy texts of Aeridin.  I have inluded one to Revered Leidanos and a translation in my diary.  I believe my grasp of the written language is much improved now.  Only my poor accent holds me back from speaking.  I have a strong grasp of the language and can follow conversations well.  I think for now I will be content to listen and write.  Speaking elven is only useful for comminicating with my sister, Seelceviran.  All other elves I know speak common well enough.  Besides, my sister is a special case, she has been through much pain.  I'm not sure if she realises yet that I am her brother.  She is a doting mother.. when she remembers.  The pain of memories are sometimes too much for her to bare.

I will work on my letters.

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Glenn Thendors Request

Success.  Sir Plenarius has offered to provide the Yew from a supply he has at home.  This gesture  certainly saved lives.  The number of heros willing to risk their lives to aid Glenn was amazing.   Truely he has touched many.  However there is a deeper rift there caused by the Valkar which I should investigate.

With the news of our success the assembled heros nominated to search for Mahogany to complement the gift of Yew.  Guided by Glenns close friend Ash Willow we traversed Dregar in search of wood.  Given the nature of the quest I though it fitting to not don my customary protective skin of stone.  I wanted to be better able to feel the touch of animal life.  I think this was a success to start with, as we were able to avoid angering the local pack of wolves just outside Pranzis.   We passed by them without loss of animal life.  For this, I and Ash were grateful.  Every time I see a wolf I think of Armolas's companion String Fellow.  Later within a cave of giants I fell under a crush of Gaint fists.  Once down their blows continued to pummel me until I was slain.  Ahh how I did miss the protective stone skin then.  Finally we arrived at the Mahogany, protected by dark druids.  The battle for the wood was a nightmare.  Of the 12 heros only 3 were left standing, and all the druids and rangers slain, Sir Remiel, myself and Ash.  It would have been impossible without Sir Remiel.  I insisted that we did not fell all the tree's just prune them, so as to lessen the druids vengance.  The journey home was fairly uneventful.

We have yew.

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Elven

My study of the Elven language continues.  I think I have reached an epiphany about spoken Elven.  The Elven which I read in the holy texts of Aeridin is a glorious flowing language.  It speaks of the light, love and life.  In spoken Elven this delightful flowing language becomes haughty and superior.  Tegan, uses Elven to mock her friends.  She often asks me to 'interpret' her Elven insults; a task that causes me great amusement and embarrassment.  I think it is this haughty self-confident tone that is the key to being able to speak the Elven language with the correct intonations.

The question remains, why is the language thus?

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Undead and Healing

Many have asked the question.  Why is the remains of the undead required to create potions of healing?  What healing properties could a skeleton's knuckle or a bodaks tooth possible have?  

My answer is that both healing and necromancy are two sides of the same coin.  Thus even the most evil of undead can provide some aid to the cause of good.  But by the same token, even the most holy of Aeridins priest can create foul works if he should step to the other side.

With that in mind, I ventured into Storans crypt insearch of Bodaks teeth with Armolas, Berilu, Karana and Zan.  Armolas ventured ahead eager to test his new holy water traps.  However he left before he was protected and fell to a Bodak.  It's gaze was instant death.   I was able to raise Armolas with the light of Aeridin.

Deep within the crypt away from the teaming wildlife of the surface I could feel the call of the earth once again.  I did not hesitate to call the earth to protect me in a skin of stone.

Well protected now we ventured deeper.  Again we chased the undead deeper into the crypt searching for the keys.  Berilu was able to pick the lock with the aid of her new gloves and the second key was found. Storan was ready for us it appears.  One room later Karana fell to a new type of undead the spouts foul acid.  I was able to raise her to life with Aeridin's aid. Zan tried to distract them with her vanishing trick but I knew we must face this evil.  With the last of our strength we defeated the new evil.

The mummies came out in force.  As we tried to leave they blocked our path. I fought a defensive pattern to the door.  Holding the mummies away from main door with the others hacked their way out, for it was locked, and we were trapped within.  Finally outside we were relived.  But no, more undead followed us out, and appeared on the hill.

We retreated further and finally escaped.

I had four bodaks teeth.  Which I hoped to turn into two healing potions.  I failed at both attempts.  

No good came from those undead.  I will have to return to Storans crypt to locate the source of this new acid spewing undead.

Storan will pay.

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The Sword Is Forged

I was unable to attend the final ceremony of the forging of the shadowblade.  Temple duties called me to the aid with the healing of an influx of refugees in Rangers Vale.  However I did my best to prepare the Farstriders.  I enchanted Karana's armour with each type of elemental protection I can make.  I created to batches of healing potions for them to use during the battles.  In the end three of the farstriders attened, Tegan, Karana and Xan.  They believe that the ceremony was a success.  I assume time will tell.  

We have forged the shadow blade.

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Glenn Thendors Request - Yew Handover

In a brief ceremony outside the courthouse in Hlint, the branches of Yew were given to Glenn by Plen.  It was a moving event.  With several others offering bowstrings and arrows to assit Glenn in the finest work of his craft.  Glenn plans to auction the finished work to raise money for refugees.  The bow he will name, Cillaanamelair.

Lastwish.

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Undead Hunting

The task of removing undead from the crypts of Mistone is endless.  Why do the dead not return to the cycle?  Though my passion is great, there is only so much I can do.   I need help, but there are few others who are able to attend this deadly task.  I have come to realise that part of the problem is the nature of the Undead I hunt.  The bodaks, whose teeth I collect to make healing draughts, are death to the casual adventurer.  Few have the will withstand their gaze.  To this end I have created artifacts of power, rings and amulet, that will allow the partially trained mind to withstand the gaze of death.   So far none have take up the challange of hunting the undead.  But I live in hope.

In hope of life.

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Dreams of Wolves

I had the dream again.  This time I remembered it.  
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The moons Orn and Ausir were both in the sky and their paths crossed.  I watched in horror as they slowly collided together.  Terrible red wounds opened on the Moons and they merged into a single blood-red moon.  As I watched the heavens it appeared that single moon, which was first blood red as a rose in bloom, was changing again.  The red faded to white, and a pure white light shone down upon me.  

By the white light I could see I was in the forest, not the mountain forest of my home, but another.  I walked in the white light of the single moon.  Around me were the lives of the animals.  I could feel the beat of a heart.  It was a wolf.  The single heart beat was joined by many.  Then there were other wolves.  The wolves followed the pack and I ran with them.  Swiftly I ran through the forest.

The hunt was on and darkness fell.  I looked up and saw that the light of the moon was black; black light from a black moon.  Terrible power ran through me; the power of the darkness.  I was the master of the hunt, and terrible was my vengeance.  All light was swallowed by me.  The beat of the hearts grew powerful and terrible, the wolves deadly in their chase.  All others fell before their jaws.  The forest was bleak and lifeless.
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I awoke with a start, full of fear and thunderous anger.  Quickly I calmed my mind, and willed the beating of my heart to still.  Again I slept and again I dreamt.  This time I withdrew my consciousness from the dream and watched as the dream events unfolded.
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The moons Orn and Ausir were both in the sky and their paths crossed.  I watched in horror as they slowly collided together.  Terrible red wounds opened on the Moons and they merged into a single blood-red moon.  As I watched the heavens it appeared that single moon, which was first blood red as a rose in bloom, was changing again.  The red faded to white, and a pure white light shone down upon me.  
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From within the conscious core of myself that stood apart from the dream I realised that the bloody moon was a symbol of my conception and birth.  The white moon was my childhood and upbringing in the temple of Aeridin.  Again the dream continued.
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By the white light I could see I was in the forest, not the mountain forest of my home, but another.  I walked in the white light of the single moon.  Around me were the lives of the animals.  I could feel the beat of a heart.  It was a wolf.  The single heart beat was joined by many.  Then there were other wolves.  The wolves followed the pack and I ran with them.  Swiftly I ran through the forest.
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My conscious core raced to change the direction of the dream.  I grasps the threads of the dream with the force of my will to guide the seeming inexorable direction of events.
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The hunt was on and darkness fell.  I looked up and saw that the light of the moon was black; black light from a black moon.  I willed the white moon into existence, and it was there hidden behind the black.  Terrible power ran through me; the power of the darkness.  I searched for the hidden moon, and joyous power ran through me, the power of light.  I was the master of the hunt, terrible was my vengeance, and infinite was my compassion.  All light was swallowed by me, and shone from me.  The beat of the hearts grew powerful terrible and joyous, the wolves deadly and beautiful in their chase.  All other darkness fell before their jaws.  The forest was alive and the wolves the guardians of life.
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I awoke with a start, full of fear and wonderous joy.  I wept in fear and joy.  

I pray I can hold strong to the light.

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The Pack Hunts,

The wolves travel far in search of their quarry.  The pack hunts and she leads.  She speaks the language of the forest.  I listen and respond with my own call.  Our sister is strong in the hunt.  Wide we roam, but the quarry eludes us.  Beasts appear and try to stop the hunters.  They fall before the many jaws of the pack.  More appear and the hunters fall.  They emerge again slinking with tails hidden.  The pack is reunited once again.  Undaunted they leave to return another night.

By the light of the moons.

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Undead Hunters,

The position for the two undead hunters have been filled.  The successful applicants were Silverhand and Maev O'Leary.  Maev had a particularly troubling encounter during her training mission.  The bodak taunted and reviled us.  Maev had to retreat as her spells failed.  I removed the troublesome bodak without much damage; apart from possibly to Maev's confidence and self belief.  I fear she may regard her retreat from the taunting bodak as an act of cowardice.  She left on my instruction as staying would have been foolhardy.

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I have been foolhardy myself lately.  I was carelessly exploring deep into Krandors crypt returning undead to the cycle when I encountered a evil that was too much for me.  In my exhasted the state the beast slew me.  Fortunately the gaze of the soul mother was adverted.  With grim determination I returned in my weakened state.  I fought hard and carefully to reach my gravestone.  Each battle conducted with tatical precision.  Finally the keeper of the crypt awaited, the evil that slew me before.  I prepared with prayer and stardust.  The battle was swift and violent.  I took many blows but I prevailed.  I knelt before my grave and my soul was fully restored to my body.  I fled from the crypt in haste, with all manner of undead chasing me.  Stopping outside I waited to see if they would follow.  All is quiet and I slumped in the peace of the cemetary to write this entry.  

I am grateful that Maev and Silverhand have taken up this task of hunting undead.  As the endless battle with undeath was driving me deep within the dark recesses of my being.  I long for contact with the living again.  I will return to Hlint tomorrow.  

In hope of life.