Journal of Scias Maratha

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*In a plain brown leather journal lies the account of the warrior known as Scias Maratha*


         This is my first entry in my journal.  I have never seen a need for such things.  Though with my travels with the Dwarf known as Bruenor Wildbeard since his return to this land I have seen him write many things down... If can call it writing I say more carving than anything, alas to each his own.  My life up to this point has been a simple one. One mind. One goal.  I have made it my life's pursuit to hunt down and exact my revenge on the creatures known as werewolves or shapechangers.  I knew naught love, or peace for many years.  I had my anger.. My Rage to keep me warm and secure.  As I traveled and hunted down my prey I have become more experienced and learned.  Life, My life has become more complicated I see more than just my revenge, I have friends Bruenor Wildbeard for one among many others such as the lovely Lady Galathea and Lady Sil... *this last bit is penned quickly* As such with Bruenor called friend battle calls quickly and all to often..

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Last night I went to a meeting that a man named Shiff had called.  It was supposed to be about a creature called Laura.  Through my travels I have heard of many rumors about a great and terrible evil that stalked the area killing many people, mutilating them.  So I went to the meeting expecting some truth to be revealed... How naive.  This meeting was mostly a verbal sparring match spouting off half-truths and hear say! Could be's and Should be's! Very little progress was made other than a woman named Jaelle apparently was disguised as an old woman.  Once I realized this meeting was not going to give any solid information that I would be in need of I left.

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Can't sleep.. Visions cloud my mind.. I see two paths.  One I am a noble warrior clad in full platemail, carrying my shield and Sword into battle my attacks efficient, measured, precise.  I am a rock which my enemies slam into like the sea. Ever standing, ever strong.  The vision shift focus.. I have a home, a family even a small farm.  I am revered as a hero many wish me to take them as their master to train them in the ways of battle.  The other path I am in a forest wandering, no direction but not lost. I see a giant black bear lumbering through the trees, sniffing the air, he catches sight of his prey.  In an instant this giant creature so calm, so confident in his place in this world. Suddenly becomes fury incarnate. He attacks wildly and savagely never giving his prey an opportunity for mount any defense, nor retreat.... Perhaps these visions are what could be my destiny.  Either a famed warrior loved by many, Or a lone warrior doing what he must to survive confident and without regret.  I will have to find someone to speak with a sage or perhaps a druid. I'd ask Bruenor, But I know what he'll say already.