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Journal Entries - Campaign Prequel Journal of Aravin de Tylmarade Throughout my travels from Durrover, I’ve had much time to think. This has been a long and lonely journey. The thought of Lysel and my beautiful girls constantly play upon my mind, as does the afterthought of Vicklas’ scarred face. Ever present is the yearning I feel for vengeance and justice. Corean will guide me in this, he must - it is a surety. Despite myself, I cannot help but imagine what I might find in Mullis Town… Knights and their orders? To serve would offer a chance to focus the power Corean grants me into punishing evil, which is after all, must be the reason Corean chose to call upon me. Perhaps tourneys, casinos, or even simple dice in the street? To compete with, and engage my fellow men and women in high spirited fun brings a broad smile to my face unbidden – even as I write this now. Truly, life was meant to be enjoyed. Or will it be duty I will find in Mullis Town? The will of Corean is more far-reaching than I can possibly imagine, perhaps his reasons for guiding me here are far beyond that of my personal quest for justice. And after the emotion and the grandiose imaginings, I find myself thinking of more practical matters from time to time. My coin is all but spent. This journey has been long, and I am weary. My armour needs cleaning, and this sword needs... well, replacing. If I were to smith a new one by mine own hand, the materials could only be of the finest quality, the balance impeccable, and the edge - perfection. Ah! How it would shear through the air. Perhaps in Mullis Town I’ll find a suitable forge, and possibly, new smithing tools. With each step this long and lonely journey draws closer to an end... but in so many ways, it is but the beginning. Journal of Fatso Fjalar The Hornswythe river had so far proved quite a guide, no doubt making the last twelve days pass relatively uneventfully, unless of course one counts the bathing women on hedraday whose clothes 'somehow' were moved from under the tree which they were placed. These tricks will one day get me into some trouble, until then i shall make the most of it! Because of my following the river, water has always been quite plentiful and not yet have i been thirsty. But it is ale that i crave most! even writing its name makes my mouth water and heart beat faster! It is true that i am different from other dwarves, i can now accept this, but how alike i am in so many ways! This surely is my problem, i am a halfcaste, a being without a place! Yesterday i decided what one of my now vastly amounting 'goals' is, i wish to find a dwarven wizard like myself, i wish to seek guidance from one with much more experience than I, perhaps my path then will become illuminated. As the cart reached the peak of what I thought was just one more of the endless steppes, i viewed Mullis Town. At this point i have decided to rest and now write this entry in my journal. Tomorrow i will gather some supplies from the town and venture on.... Journal of Ruegoth Ulgon As I sat on the wagon after leaving Dalane, I wondered what lay ahead of me. My mother smiled at me as the wagon rolled down the road. She was much happier after leaving my father and was settling into her new life with the innkeeper. I had not spoken to my father since we had fought that night and I had no real need to anytime soon. Ortiz really was a coward, and for a man who claimed to be a historian, he had never left Dalane in search of for any knowledge on the ancient culture he loved so much. Someday I would love to see the look on his face, when I returned with a rare object from the city. I had learnt a lot from the people I had met in Dalane. The work I did get was personally gratifying when I did get it but it happened far too rarely. I enjoyed seeing the smiles on people's faces when their problems had been solved. More so, I loved seeing the look of shock on the face of the evil doers when they knew the game was up. As much as I enjoyed what I did, I often found myself barely scrapping by on the meager income I earned from helping people. I knew that I was going to have to travel if I was going to really help more people and someday get enough money to buy my own inn. As I sat on the wagon, I knew I would not be returning to Dalane on this trip. I wondered, what lay ahead of me and who I would meet on the journey that lay ahead of me. Journal of Viktor von Haelsburg My journey from Femulyae has not been uneventful. The deeds of the loathful Glivid Autel continually fill my thoughts as well as my failure to defend my master and fellow journeymen in the battle that stole their lives. It was while still in Femulyae that I believe I stumbled across one of their foul number. Starko Greymantle, previously a guildsman of the Disciples of the Abyss but recently expelled for his leanings towards the dark powers of lichdom, was known to me, and I was sure that I saw him from across the marketplace. A deep rage boiled within me and I followed him from town, formulating plan after plan to ensure his demise. Each time I believed an opportunity was about to present itself, fate played me the wrong hand. Slowly my rage subsided. His power is far greater than my own and I know now that I need powerful allies to take on one such as he. Maybe fate was on my side after all. Further north I have followed him until I reach a place they call Mullistown. Here I will seek companions, allies and a beginning to the end of the Society of Immortals. |