Sion Fereir - Journey in a New World

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[SIZE=24]Journal Entry One[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18]"Curious First Day"[/SIZE]

Upon my arrival to the surface, I was greeted by a variety of new sensations. The "forests" described in books were much different than their true appearance. My kindred's hatred of the surfacers was more than likely the cause of the skewed description. The beauty of such wonders rivaled that of the greatest crystal caverns of the Deep. It can also be said that it is no less dangerous.

I made my way through the "forests", only to come across a fortress. After eavesdropping a couple speaking Elvish, a language I am fortunately versed in, I now know the fortress as "Fort Vehl", A small fort referenced in old maps left in the academy libraries I hid in years ago. After gaining my bearings, and gathering a few supplies discreetly with out bringing to much attention to my self, I finally set off across the surface.

Even with my lack of knowledge of the surface world, I know a mercenary when I see one. I almost chuckled at how similar they were, always quarreling amongst each other as how to split their loot. Anyways, after a very brief encounter, I have made it my vendetta to deal with them, as such insolence can not be tolerated, especially for one as lowly as a mercenary. I have also made note that I should not travel near the "towers of stone". Shaggy, white beasts charged me not to long after entering the valley between these "towers of stone", and almost lead to my demise. I have made note of this on my maps.

I managed to find a small haven west of the fort. It would not be wise for me to stay long, for the surroundings look well used by the small tavern located in the "forest". I used my bow to catch fish and begin prepping for my journey, for there was no guarantee that I would find more places to easily gather food. I curiously noted that the fish of the surface didn't have sharp teeth, nor where they vicious. It was much easier fishing on the surface. Finally ready to leave, I continued down the small road, keeping close, but off. It was later that a great horned beast attacked me, startling me into a run. I ran down the road, soon to come upon yet another fort. I still got wounded from the initial attack, but manages to slip away close to the fort walls. Using my bow, I stood on the opposite side of the pond, took aim, and struck the beast down. I was surprised at how delicious the meat was after a long cook...

The meal distracted me, and so it lead to my discovery. I knew I should have left immediately, but secluded corner of the fortress wall and foliage led me to let down my guard. Someone approached me speaking to me in their tongue. I bolted for the "forest", in fear that a larger party might be sent after me, for I am but one Elf. I know my kindred's reputation, and I know that even I can't  trust my own kind. I reached the "forest", but not having recovered from my wounds, fell face first into the ground. Eventually the stranger caught up to me, and as he approached, I knew I was done. For what surfacer would have mercy upon one such as me? The feeling of wounds being closed and healing over was unsettling, yet not unfamiliar. I was startled that this stranger would show pity upon me in my weakened state. I stood up, and turned to face, what was not a him, but a her. She began to speak in her tongue as she thrust bottles of a sickly green liquid in my hands. I simply stared. Unsure of what to do, I began to back away, and ran back through the woods. stopping behind a tree to catch my breath, she pasted, in pursuit of me it seemed, but with a different purpose in her stride. I was unsure if she knew I was here and simply left, but I got away.

I was confused. Upon further inspection, the bottles contained a curative formula, just like the ones the raiding parties took with them before their raids to the surface. Why would I be given a gift as such by a complete stranger, and nonetheless, a surfacer. Did she not fear me for what I am? I would have to reflect upon this later. There is much to learn about these odd surfacers.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Two
"travel"

After the last journal entry, I continued to travel and explore. I came across an old outpost near Fort Vehl. Upon entry, It was empty, and immediate plans to make this my main hideout began, but quickly stopped upon the opening of the last door. A room full of Strangers turned to look at me as I entered, and some followed as I quickly turned and left. Once again, I made way to the outskirts of the tavern in the "forest".

After continued travel, I traveled north, eventually leading me to a small town. I couldn't pass through, for obvious reasons, so I kept moving north past a small farmhouse just outside the gates. As I traveled, the presence of large flying beasts made me make my decision to go back. I risked the entry into the town.

Upon my entry, a small party of adventurers sat not to far from the gate, so I slipped back through the gate unnoticed. I entered the empty barn house next to the gate, and finding it secluded enough, marked it on my map as on of my few havens. after a long rest in one of the stalls, I retried my entry with no success. Finally after more waiting, they left, and I got in. under the cover of night, I passed along the outskirts of the town, making my way to the back gate, while avoiding some of the villagers. Once out, I reentered another "forest". this one was different though. As Far as you could see, the "forest" had changed, becoming silent and gnarled. Nearby where I entered where the remains of two adventurers. I crept through, checking the "forest" yet no signs of life. Then the "forest" moved. Staring back at me was a gnarled face. I dashed away off through the woods. Eventually I got away, and continued my travel north, passing a large tower in the "forest" out on a rocky ledge, and finally reaching a castle. the imposing scene could be seen from afar, and it was at that point which I stopped and turned back.

I made my way back to the barn, avoiding the deadly tendrils of the "forest" and other dangers. After surveying and understanding more of the land, I'm sure I can find more resources for my needs.

As I sit in the barn, I brood over the encounter I had previously. I need sleep, for as I have not rested in a while.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Three
"Encounters of Another Kind"

After finding refuge in the small barn within the last couple days, I continued my exploration. I furthered my attempts to scourge the "forest" of the local mercenaries, and successfully removed a small party of them, but not with ease. I was finding the small barn comfortable, as I was never disturbed there. But I eventually came to find the path nearby to be well traversed. I avoided contact with two women, a halfling, and a man I would later to come to know a "Sallozzo".

Mean while, I managed to retrieve a small hood, thus allowing my travel to be less impeded by the locals. I could now travel freely in fort Vehl, should I keep my distance, and pass through some small towns without much suspicion. On one of my travels through a town next to my haven, I caught the attention of a lone man. Noticing his approach, I took off through a small alley and slipped into the shadows, stopping his search short. I circled around the walls, and while avoiding several adventurers, I made way to the back gate. The man stood outside, waiting. I ran off to the side, finding myself trapped, and so I hide. close by, he circled the rock I hid by, while I shifted away. once satisfied that he wouldn't find me, he left. while he, like I, was hooded, he didn't seem to mean harm. What odd creatures, these surfacers are. I decided I would follow him, for he seemed easy to hide from, and I could learn more, maybe make contact. Survival was hard alone.

I found him outside, near the barn. He was prepping for a battle, it seemed, and so I hid, and followed. He walked boldly into a camp of kobolds, and from my experience, I didn't  expect him to survive long. He made way, bashing in their skulls with unspeakable strength. As he smashed his way through, He finally made way to the center of the camp. They swarmed him, and much to my regret, I let loose an arrow, striking nearby creatures. He didn't seem to notice at first, but it wasn't until after I had already slipped back into the shadows did he notice the arrow filled corpse. Once again, he searched, and I shifted along the wall, into a corner opposite of where  he was searching. Bad mistake on my part. He pointed at me, speaking again. He stopped as soon as he noticed that I began backing away, and rose his hands in a friendly gesture. Where I was from, this was a clear sign of a trap, but I was trapped already as it was. He spoke to me in his language, and not understanding, I spoke back harshly in the Elvish tongue, being the closest language any surfacer might know. He simply stared.There was a mutual respect at this point, for I could not best this being after witnessing such prowess, but I was in good standing, so it would seem. At this point, I had no better chance of making contact, so I made a camp fire, and offered a seat. If he threatened me, I could always make a run for it. I kept a close eye on him as he slowly approached the fire. Slight wounds ran across his body, but seemed not to bother him. we sat in silence, both contemplating our next moves. He pointed to himself. "Sallozzo..." I took this as his name, for obvious reasons and stared. "Sion..." I said in the Elvish tongue. He mouthed the word, then mimicked it. At this point we became mutual companions at best. He seemed interested in his new companion, and could tell I was very unfamiliar of my surroundings, so grudgingly, I followed him around for the next few days, learning more of the land despite the obvious lack of communication. A few times he set me on guard as he offered an item, or in one peculiar instance, brought me to a city, which I have learned did not take well to the my presence. I refused to enter at first, but I remembered that he did not know my identity, my heritage. Against my better judgment, I entered the city gates. I never felt so awkward. I left in a hurry as soon as our, or rather, his, business was done. It continued on for a few more days, until finally we split our ways. He continued much further north, and I would not go on. I was far enough from my haven as it was and a noticeable change in temperature occurred as we traveled, so I decided to turn back.

My odd encounter today made me remember that woman. The one who healed me back in the "forest". I decided that I should seek her out, as it was time to make my presence known.

~Sion

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//OOC: Sion's name in the Elvish tongue translated to Laeel... just FYI.

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Journal Entry Four

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"Another"

My wandering continued among the surfacers as I searched for the woman. It was a one time Encounter, and I was hoping that I may learn something of the surfacers from her. It was a moot search, as I simply couldn't navigate the surface as I could the tunnels of the Deep. I have been living I the "forest" for sometime now, hunting the horned beasts, and catching fish. I was forced to leave my previously found haven, For I came back to find it... Occupied. I grow weary as I notice the feline shapes that stalk me, or as the ever growing bands of Mercenaries spread.

My search for a haven continued, that is, until woman blurred past me. The quick glimpse of white hair and ebony hands stopped me in my tracks. Another of my kind? on the surface? Alive? I didn't expect to survive long on the surface, but to one of my heritage walk freely in the open was, invigorating...If not strange. I stopped my self. I was jumping to conclusions, for I wasn't even sure if she was dark Elvish. The bright light has been giving me splitting headaches for the past month, and could be playing tricks on me. I had to know. I much as I would refuse to trust one such as me, the potential exile gave me hope. I followed the best I could. Upon reaching Fort Vehl, I managed as much observation as I could. Finally speaking, I learned that she was Yvale. It was exhilarating to finally speak. Speech felt odd after months of silence. To communicate was bliss. She seemed suspicious of my actions, something I am fully acquainted with. Though our conversation was cut short, I look forward to future help. I am hopeful to glean any information about this surface world.

Then I met Brian, who apparently travels with her. An intimidating figure, and I would only trust him as I would my family. He seemed, protective... Odd, for a surfacer to be protective of A dark elf. I have made a few interesting encounters, weather it be a run to the north, or the saving from a local beast, but this was strange. There were two things I noticed about him.. He was the first Elvish-speaking surfacer I had met, and that I had seen this man before, sifting in and out of sight of a group gathered in front of Fort Vehl. watching him sit in the back, as two dwarves babbled, one almost defiling the other.

I would stop to watch, as I would hope to learn something... these past few months have seen me purposeless. I have simply contented my self, by watching. Watching a Human/Beast, more outcast than I, for hiding such... differences would be near impossible, save for magic. I had the chance encounter of being cornered by it. It spoke the same language as many other beings spoke, with the same pitch and tone... I would draw less attention to myself if I could learn the language. I should find a way, as quick as possible.

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Journal Entry Five
"Found Out"

The crypts of Fort Vehl were eerie, though not uncomfortable. To be in the dark was a relief for my eyes. It would take awhile for me to adapt. I happen to come across a pair of adventures wandering through the crypts, A wizard of sorts, and a Toranite paladin. They accepted my help for a time, as we made our way deeper into the crypt. I find the Toranite foolish, quick to run to battle and get himself killed. Survival must not be a priority for these surfacers. I offered my advice to keep distance, in which the wizard graciously translated. Further on, I came to know the wizard as Ceril, and the Toranite as Zidjian. I told them little about myself, and was quick to refuse removing my hood. They respected my choice, but under the condition that I would reveal myself when trust has been built. That was unlikely. I could not trust them to accept my heritage, and to not react with haste upon realization. We continued regardless, eventually reaching the end. A short battle ensued, between us and a mummified corpse. WE continued scouring the crypts for a few days, but stopped eventually to rest. Our return lead to a chance meeting with a second time with another Toranite. We saw her in the crypts on a previous trip through, and this meeting would expose my identity to the others. Upon noticing me, she took a keen interest. Ceril said she requested my to remove my cowl. I did so, but stopped short midway, changing my decision. I didn't trust the Toranite. She was quick to notice things, but also quick to judge. She babbled at me angrily, drawing confused looks from the others. I left, all the while the Toranite spewed what was, more than likely, religious rhetoric.

I have began spending more and more days in the woods, being driven from the city. I headed north, and continued slinking through the trees. Watching the animal was strange. Some were vicious, other docile and tame. I took a keen interest in this, and continued my stalking through the woods.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Six
"Learning"

I have tried to connect with the surfacers, and most attempts fail utterly. I decided that I should move further north. After all, I still had a whole world to explore. Maybe another entrance to the Deep, and I could go back.

I traveled, eventually to come upon Fort Llast, and was greeted by another group of adventurers. My first thought was along the lines of "Here we go again," but the encounter proved to be beneficial. I must say that the small one look fit to breath fire though. I can to know the human as Shagnor... No, that's not it... I can't remember. My interests in poison might be why. I attempted to bottle some poison from a small spider much later, only to have it fume and leave a useless residue. I would recognize his face, regardless. I also remembered the elf from Fort Vehl, the one who pointed the obvious fact that should I choose to live on the surface, I should learn common, almost making quip back, but it was unnecessary.

We traveled through many caverns in the foothills between Hlint and Llast. True was sparse to come by, and I was pleased to earn a sum while traveling. I would be able to begin crafting, finally able to earn some sort of living on the surface. Leather work and such suited me most, as hunting for skins came easy, though I did keep my special finds for later, when I developed my skills. I should have collected salt in those caverns, but it did not cross my mind, as leather work is still foreign to me.

The most drastic change that occurred was the fact that I would learn common. He taught me two simple greetings, in which i managed to properly butcher the pronunciation, and made a list of simple translations from common to elvish. I found it odd he would teach me, and I still don't trust him, nor his friends, especially since the last incident. I will find it hard to overcome the prejudice that came from my past experiences, but I must. It would be foolish not to.

~Sion

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Journal Entry Seven
"Harvest"

The gates of Hempstead are unguarded. I find it odd not to observe the men entrance, and a thought struck me. My previous crafting in poison would require time and patience, I would need more samples to experiment with. I know of a section in the sewers containing spiders upon my previous "mishap", where upon traveling through the woods, I found myself inside city walls. My first reaction was to escape, but I choose to go back and explore. I was in a weakened state at the time, and still recovering from an trip to the void, so I was not sure if the people gathered at some temple saw me or not. It is my idea to recover samples while the guards are gone. I hope I am successful...

~ Sion

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*Continued on the last page...*

Blast! I was not quick in my response. There are guards posted at the gates again. but I have found a specimen just north of Vehl in the woods. I shall continue my work.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Eight

"Mip"

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I continued my living in the woods, only making trips to the cities when needed. a couple odd events occurred on my last trip near hempstead to fish. I stopped to catch my breath after a small encounter, standing by the road, and suddenly this man bandaged me up, closing some of my wounds. He was bow fishing as well. He chattered at me, about fishing I think, and I followed suit, and began bow fishing as well. I had received a nod of approval from him at the first shot, in which I caught the fish. He eventually left, but not much later a elf showed up and watched, with a keen interest mind you. I felt wary at first, but his look seemed to be simple and pure curiosity. I motioned him over to the fire, as I fished, and we stood there in silence. He sat by the water and away from the fire. He had a pale blue skin. A Sea Elf... the academy had plenty of notes about surface elves, though this was a rare sight. He gurgled at me in his language, and then in elvish and common. He struggled with the later two. He often ducked or hid from passing travelers, suggesting that he wasn't completely accepted on the surface, but he didn't have a stigma either. I sensed that he knew what I was, but didn't mention it. His name is Mip.

I left to get more fishing arrows, only to come back and see a guard. I worried for Mip at this point. The guards would surly threaten him. I continued to the other side quickly, asking Mip what happened. He shrugged and just watched the man. He decided to move closer too. I sat opposite of the man, content on my side of the pond, and continued my bow fishing. He babbled at me, and I stopped hurriedly. I looked around often, searching for an ambush. Maybe they knew I've been living in the nearby woods? The man and Mip where talking, even getting along from the looks of things. I watched curiously, occasionally cursing at my line after snagging it on a rock. That drew his wary eye, but I remained unnoticed. Mip dove into the water, and much to my displeasure, squirted a mouthful of water in my face.

Later, the man pulled out a hammer, glowing brightly. I jumped back and called to Mip to watch out. I knew it was a trap. I backed away, as he tried to peer under my hood. He disregarded me, and continued talking to Mip. What was happening? I moved closer, after Mip assured me it was safe.The man left, but not to long before Sallozzo appeared. It was an eventful day. Sallozzo dragged us along through the country side, often into caves. I managed to get salt this time, for my leather work. After Mip parted ways with us, Sallozzo and I traveled around, and spent some time traveling the the mountains close to Vehl. Our adventure stopped short there, after we where killed by a spirit. Traveling through the void was bone chilling.

I continue my living in the woods, watching the animals, trying to learn its hidden secrets.  I spend many hours listening to the sounds, studying the local flora and fauna. Maybe one day I'll learn its secrets.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Nine
"Woodland guide"

I continued my search for the kind woman. I had to return a favor. I fell on the path near Hlint, and returned to Leringard, where I previously bound my soul. I happened upon the lady while traveling to where I fell. She came upon a beast I have never seen. A horse... I recognized as soon as she pulled of her hood. How could I not remember that face? She grinned, apparently seeing under my cowl. she helped me again, and soon I found trust. I also met a man by the name of Caerwyn. Interesting man, he is. Translated for me when a strange goblin decided to babble at me.

I learned the name of the lady as Jil, and as Jilsponie Valhaikor After I finally introduced myself. I got caught up in the excitement, and forgot my manners.

I helped her gather salt and silk for her crafting, as a small, rather insignificant, way of returning the favor. As we traveled, I enjoyed not having to wear my cowl around her, as she accepted my heritage, without any preconceptions. It felt good to have the wind touch my hair. I learned that she was an experienced ranger, and was learned in the ways of the woods. I asked questions, and she answered. I was curious as to how woodland living worked, seeing that I live in the woods, making little contact in the cities. Then I later learned about her daughter. A short conversation of family pained me, as I truly had none. Sharyn Valhaikor, I would come to know her as well. She was also a ranger, but seemed to know the trickery of rogues as well. I was enthralled by the travel, and the experience was great. I never felt so happy.

It was suggested that should I pursue this path, I should spend time listening to the woodland animals.... So I will do so. I will try to learn the song of the woods, and its many secrets...

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Ten
"Fort Llast Dark Elf Hunt"

I have continued my studies of the common tongue. Most of what I come by is from mimicking. Day started off bad when I wondered into the camp of those foul Toranites. Especially the one who chased me out of Vehl. I backed into the woods, and decided to watch. What better people to mimic? They chatted much, often stopping to listen. The lady Toranite overheard me, and made the others hush. After they continued, I continued. What did I have to lose? Need to start some where.

Later, A large gathering appeared. Sharyn and Shagnor were there. I continued my practice, and Suddenly one of the other Toranites began looking around. another female Toranite. Must be like the females back home... Then she began talking to an elf. asked him something about looking... I panicked, and ran. It was that same elf months ago. he didn't pursue, so I went back. I heard something about Dark elf.... I was worried now. The female toranite left soon, and I kept hidden. That elf was looking for me again.

I later came to learn from Shagnor and Sharyn that I was a wanted man. The Toranites had orders to kill me on sight. Before I left, Shagnor gave me another piece of paper with more translations. I thanked him and ran. I never thought of it before, but now I had to make disguises. I purchased much padded armor to tailor with what little sparse amount of True I had left. I used almost all of it. I made four disguises. The most promising one consisting of a human mask. I would travel as a mute pilgrim. It would save me much trouble.

I was sure there would be alerts every where. I decided that I would ask both Valhaikors to train me as a ranger. The woods were the only welcoming place now...

I worry now for others like me.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Eleven
"of Tyranny and Trust"

No matter how simple it is, I find trust a hard thing to come by. I continued my travels under the disguise of a mute pilgrim, or Elvish mercenary. I met Ayana again, Another ranger. I hadn't seen Sharyn In A while, So I followed her around. I met "Ben" as well, and he could tell I was disguised. He let it go. I traveled with them, helping them gather things they needed.

Afterwords, we parted our ways, only meet each other again. I waited outside of hempstead as a Elvish mercenary. She believed it, or was pulling my chain, but I was pleased nonetheless. She lead me off to the near woods, and we sat for hours, just talking. It was nice. It reminded me of my encounter with Yvale. I should find her again. We left soon enough, leaving for the Northern Isles. This would be an adventure! A bad one, I found out later. I Came to know Tod. He was one of the people at that incident. I was surrounded by them. I didn't trust him at first, but Ben assured me he was good. I kept to myself on that ship ride north. It became cold, almost unbearable. The white sheets of ice were beautiful beyond belief. I took interest in the white power all over, finding out that it was cold, left very visible tracks until covered, tasted like water, and could be shaped. I also learned that the water itself was extremely cold.

Before we made it to the ship to the Black Isles, I had an encounter with the Elf that found me... Razeriem, I was told. I left immediately, letting Snagnor and Ben to argue with him, as I Attempted to follow Ayana's tracks. She left nothing, but I managed anyways. Once we reached the Black Isles, and set camp, Shagnor spoiled my disguise. He told me to remove it, to show myself to the others. I would try not to hold this against him, but It exposed my aliases. Tod seemed a bit startled, as did Ben. Apparently he didn't know. I continued on, happy that I found some more who were accepting. It was later that I met Ayana's sister. I didn't notice her at first with all the commotion in those caves, and hurriedly put on my cowl as soon as I noticed. It was too late. There was a large debate then over what I "really" was. A fiend to be killed? or a elf seeking redemption? Who knows. I left. I was tired of this. I don't care if they like me or not, but I'm here to stay. There was no way back to the Deep. None that I knew of. I continued on, grumbling to my self. I left to the far edge near the coast. I listened to them argue. It was pointless. As far as the woman was concerned, I was the same as every other foul being. Just more target practice. I cooled down and returned, throwing a ball of the white powder at Tod. Ayana was gone. I sat by the fire, and listened to what was being said. I understood the woman's tale of comparison, though not with ease. I only got bits and pieces, but understood well enough. I left, disgusted by the grotesque lies being waved in front of the others. The Tyranny of hate seemed to follow me. I chuckled at this. After all, I was a disciple of the Prince of Hate... Was.

Once reaching leringard, I began looking for Ayana. I combed the woods up north, and worked my way down. I knew she liked woods and quite places, especially from or last chat. I didn't have to go far. I came across her by a River out in the forest. A beautiful place. Figures.

We sat and talked. She looked disheartened, and It bothered me to think of a friend being sad by the events that I stirred up. I finally got her to smile a bit after much pestering. after that, our chat resumed. She was the first to learn a bit of my past, as I was reluctant to share those memories. My scar still itches every time I think about it. I left later, of to practice my rangering skills. After all, I did say I wanted to.

After that experience, I finally found trust, real trust. It is an odd thing. To accept one and their faults. even if it was their heritage. I hope I can find others I trust as well. Jilsponie, Sharyn, Ayana, Sallozzo, Mip, Snagnor. Maybe I did have family.

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Journal Entry Twelve
"Duck and Run"

*all of the handwriting is shaky, either from fear, excitement, or both. There is actually two entries here, it seems.*

I managed to slip out of the hammerbound mountains alive. I got separated from the party, and spent a while in a nearby cave. I wondered around, careful of any interactions I made.

Met a Strange beast today. Half-lion, half-man... actually, woman. A woman wondering around came across her and another man, and seemed to want the Wimic, as I have learned. She was under some spell it seemed... I hate magic.

She got away, and ran through Wayfare. I followed, knowing the feeling of being shunned, or hunted. I found her, and lead her off to a safer spot out of the town's walls. Unlike me, already shaped like many of the "accepted" creatures, she couldn't hide her true form. It was almost... sad. I tried talking, but my common failed me that day. that woman came back, somehow found us. she yelled something about a elf, and moving. I slipped back, trying to hide. I moved for back, leaving the woman's attention to the wimic, then began firing arrows. I yelled for the wimic to run, but she couldn't. I Hate magic... I kept trying to draw her away, but with little success. She even froze me in spot with Magic... The struggle continued, until the woman disappeared after being struck by a magic missile. I was infuriated. I tried tracking her, with little success.

I really Hate magic.

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Captured, and lived. I came across that Toranite... the one who ordered my death. I tried to keep quite, tried to move away. she seemed to notice so I ran. She followed. Even the Toranite that chased me from Vehl was there. I ran, and turned into a bandit hide out. no point in fighting if they can do it for me. I waited. Nothing. I looked out, stepping right in front of them. I doubled back, as the commander followed in, and slipped out behind her. The other was still there. I cast a cloud of darkness over her head, and ran.

Something twitched in me as I ran. Why did I run? My senses screamed for me to not stop, but I did. It was a choice I would regret, but it was life altering. I stopped, turned and went back. I crept, stayed hidden, though with out much success. I should be hunting them. They want a war, they have one. I shouldn't fear those minds that are carved from ignorance, and depraved of what makes life what it is. But the truth was, I should. The woman turned and saw me, apparently, and chased me down. I fought back, And conjured another cloud of dark over them. It fail, for she came out, and crushed my body. I was revived, apparently for questioning. I darted, making my way for some of the wild-life. They could help slow her down. Apparently, that doesn't work against divine magics. I was killed, and awoke in a cage. There was another of my kind in there as well. He wore the colors of the Deep, obviously a proud server of the Prince of Hate. Fool. Whether it was out of anger, strife, hate, or compassion, I don't know, but I killed him. Besides. I would rather see the thing killed on even terms than be humiliated by these Toranites. He didn't deserve that, even being the evil that he was.

I blocked out as much as the conversation as I could. I simply stared at a blue rose I had found. It was natural. I lost myself in that flower. It reminded me of my friends. It kept me calm... I didn't like cities, especially now. I should be out there. Out in the woods.

Tod, and that Elf came by. They watched most of the event. Tod looked a bit worried. I told him to enjoy. After all, a man should die with dignity.

I simply gave in. They tossed shackles at me. told me to put them on. I put them on, careful to not tighten them too much. They lead me out of the cage. of to my execution perhaps? Aye, but they should have finished it there. As I was escorted out the gates, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Some say it happens because it allows you to reflect of what you have done with your self. Me? It tells me I'm not finished yet. I'm still alive. With a stroke of luck and graceful dexterity, I slipped off the shackles, and ran. I would finish what I started, but for now, I must finish my own journey before that can happen.

~ Sion

*at the end off the passage, there is a flattened blue rose tucked in the seem of the book.*

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Journal Entry Thirteen
"North"

*there are many watermarks on the page, some from tears, but mostly from snow*

I sat on the edges of Dapplegreen in silence. My actions have come to haunt me. I don't regret my decision, but a better course could have been taken. I refuse to hide, and I will face the challenges ahead with out fear, but I shouldn't have lost my cool. Killing that Dark Elf didn't help my cause, but it felt... necessary.

Ayana found me, and I was delighted to see a friend, but something was different. She sat and soon it became a discussion about my beliefs of surfacers. I was not willing to lie to a friend, although it seems that I have been accused of such already. She spoke of needing time to herself to make a decision. As far as I was concerned, there was no decision. I left, leaving the rose I previously looked at on that hill on the ground. I didn't want to see such a thing anymore.

I gathered my belongings, and bought tickets for the ship. I met Sharyn on the way. She had a message from Ayana. She wanted Sharyn to be my friend, as she could not. Such foolishness. I can't change what I am. I can't go back and be born a surfacer. It is impossible. Sharyn said I was stupid for forsaking my friends, but I couldn't help but think, what If they can't be my friends either? I left on the ship, and the ship ride left me sick for days... The weather here is nice. So as I write this entry on a cold morning, I wonder what my reason for leaving home was. I was no different. maybe they are right. maybe I was born only to kill, and I couldn't change? I will continue my practice... Survival first... Stalking the creatures, and practicing with my weapons.

The mornings here are beautiful, almost magical.... I really do hate magic...

~ Sion


*the previous entry has been ripped out, leaving only bits of what was written*

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Journal Entry Fourteen
"Fool's Mistake"

While the time alone to reflect my recent past has helped greatly, I was a fool to think I would stay North. Besides, I still have work to do for M'lady Yvale. I do find it plausible that I shall disappear often though, as recent events have given me cause to stay away from others. I didn't want those I called friends to be put in harms way. I should probably contact M'lady Jil or Miss Sharyn. They would probably like to know I changed my decision. I would need to also ask for formal training, as my attempts have been fruitless.

Meanwhile, I shall try taking up a trade, Like M'lady Yvale has set up in Vehl. I really need the change....

~Sion

*The Torn out page has been careful replaced, and rewritten with painstaking precision. Much damage can still be seen, and at the bottom of the page is written, "Life Lesson One".

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Journal Entry Fifteen
"Student"

I have finally made contact with M'lady Jil, Formally requesting training as a ranger. I do not know when it shall start, but I hope it will soon.

I had an encounter again with That Toranite. I was prepared this time, under the guise of a man inflicted with serious head injuries. Gave me reason to keep my helmet on. I wasn't prepared to be asked to remove my glove. I would have to consider that into my next disguise, For better concealment is required. I barley got away from her and her Dwarf companion.

As for further contact with other surfacers... That was out of the question. I would restrain my appearances to a minimum, and I might even need to keep myself hidden from those I know.

Later that evening, I began to reflect more on the things Ayana said to me. Why would she feel used? What could I possibly get, other than a good friend? The only other thing I could imagine was her training as a ranger, but I never brought that up. It was so confusing.

I should get out of these woods, and for their undead inhabitants continue to stalk me. I should also continue my aloe gathering. Miss Yvale is waiting.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Sixteen
"Training"

My training began unexpectedly with M'lady Jil's Daughter, Sharyn. I used two Short swords, and mostly to my disadvantage. The kobolds near Hempstead proved difficult to hit when trying to balance a sword in my good hand, and another in one which I had no formal training. The training almost cost me my life, but resulted in some experience and a Full box of aloe. Only five more. I continued to practice with M'lady Sharyn, mostly making a fool of my self as I fumbled with the two swords.

I left later, to rest and recuperate. My hands are sore.

As for Common. It was strange. I could grasp most of the language, But it was the speech I found difficult. It isn't as eloquent as the elvish tongue, or even that of the Dark Elves.

I received a letter from M'lady Ayana as well. It was odd, because she shunned me recently for whatever reason she had. I met her near Blackford castle. She was asking for apology about her "judgment". there was nothing to apologize for, so I resumed my activities not much fazed. I cleaned my Mask finally, which required much repair. I had worn the thing for weeks. The helmet was a struggle too. I had finally breathed fresh air again for a second time. I hated this mask.

I found the encounter odd. I almost expected a trap... but not from Ayana. She was too nice. I still had to be careful... Survival first.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Seventeen
"Training Cont."

To say I was going anywhere with this training would be borderline lying. I found M'lady Jilsponie at the Fort of Kings. She was gathering components from what I could guess, and I joined her. Better to get in as much training as I could.

Upon reaching a hill, We encountered some Mercenaries, and the battle begun. M'lady Jil eliminated the majority of them, and all seemed well, until pain ripped through my upper chest. M'lady Jil had shot me with an arrow. She had a dazed look about her, and didn't look well. I opened my mouth to speak, and was shot again in the side. I turned and ran... Actually limped, but nonetheless left. I didn't make it. A last arrow erupted through my chest, killing me.

I was mortified. Someone I had come to trust killed me. It was the most unsettling trip through the void. She came to get me at mariner's hold. She said she was under a confusion spell, and mistook me for the enemy. I grumbled, and reluctantly continued to travel with her. I wasn't sure it was the best course of action, but I continued. She dragged me around the continent, and even showed me where she was to be wed. I never knew until then, and I could say I was happy for her, but then again, maybe not if marriage customs here where like those of the Deep.

She continued to show me more of the continent, as I continued to practice my tracking skills. We even encountered an overweight griffin that nearly killed us both.

I even met Ayana's brother on my way back to Mistone. I never learned his name, but he seemed to know a lot about me from Ayana. I would have to ask friends to not point me out so much. Tod even drew attention to me at the cotton fields when I came to overhear a conversation between the Toranite and two others. Apparently I'm not the only one in trouble. But as far as the brother was concerned, he was alright. He didn't try anything to hurt me. He took me up to Stone, a vividly beautiful place. standing in those towers was amazing. I could see the distant cities.

I had a small chat with Caerwyn. He also came to help me in my training. I said to start crafting my own arrows and bows, as it was more effective, especially for a ranger. I would need to gather true for the equipment I would need, but it was an immediate course of action. I would begin as soon as possible.

~ Sion

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Journal Entry Eighteen
"Raccoon"

*the ink on this page is fresh, and obvious from the lack of writing in the past months*

I spent the past months far away from every one. Guess I needed time to myself. I spent much of that time near the wastes, listening to the chattering of a raccoon family there, or in the Dapplegreen Woods, listening to other wild life. I also spent much time stalking and studying my goblinoid prey. On should know the habits of ones prey to better hunt them. I find the local gobliniod population to be hazardous, and often exploited by stronger powers to wreak havoc. Other than that, I have had time to reflect on my past actions. I should go search for Ayana, or Sharyn, or even Caerwyn. I'd be nice to keep in touch with the "inside" world of those filthy cities....

~Sion