[Logbook :: The last discovery]
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I write to add another 'chapter' it seems, but I find myself incomplete, even though my research is near at end.
I arrived in this realm, and into the city of Solinar, to what my father would expect me to do. I found Rasham Smith, healthy, but his mind was indeed what Alizlia told me. Frail. Open to suggestion. She did inform me quite well that Ænima had sent her childe, and would perform reasonably well in sending him to training. It was then that I was hopeful he would turn out to use his gifts for our purpose. Nevertheless, it went well for awhile. I don't trust vampires, and I never will, but still, she told me that Ænima is loyal.
Anyhow, after hearing news that Rasham was sent to do various tasks to improve his mind. I had been given some free time to myself. I spent the next few months delving into the library on most occasions, visiting the tavern, wandering the lands. It seems this realm I have visited is full of strife, somewhere personally I would not want to live. It seems that the undead have constructed a bastion of evil in the lands, and yet Solinar or the local gods, like Domorus, do nothing. What am I to judge such beings anyhow. I must look out for my own. And lookout for myself in this place. A Red Dragon leader by the name of Drammanon had a go at me before. Petty hatred. I continued to understand the land's culture.
Through an already set out pentagram in some ogre cave near the hills in Solinar, I have communicated back home, and learned that the Council of Spellweavers in Eltheythar have reinforced their ideals upon the throne. Neither good or bad news, it just means things are going to be changed. I thought at the time that I will, no doubt, be required back home for a good length of time. Time wasn't my greatest ally after I learned this, and went to collect a series of books and tomes I'm sure Solinar wont miss too much. Note to self: Check that Eltheythar has 'Sources of Magic' by Kaltharlan Dezzal, versions 1 and 2. I have 3.
After staying at the Inn for awhile, a strange winged man crashed through the roof! It seems a band of men were after him, though I vaguely recall their allegience. Anyhow, after judging that this man was good, I helped him escape his attackers. We talked briefly and I caught his name, Gabriel. Over the next few months after that, we became more friendly and I learned more about him. It seems he has suffered greatly in his time. At one stage he was angry at the people and the future of the place, but I did not press the issue. I was beginning to like him. He looks kind of cute. Hehe.... Anyway, recently I saw his home and the surroundings. Very cold, but it suits him. He must love it, and it was nice to see that he helps out by doing chores and stuff for the locals, and in return they let him sleep in the barn. The barn is warm and cosy, but obviously not the luxury of a estate. Nevertheless, I enjoyed his company. It's a pity I will have to say goodbye to him soon, he was basically the only real friend I had in the city. Oh, all the good times we shared.
After learning about the recently invading Orcs, it concerns me that this army could practically destroy everything, and murder it's inhabitants. Supposedly these Orcs are hybrids or something, much larger with strength of ten men, Annika, a monk, tells me. However, I havn't fought in a battle since my stay at Bloodmoon, and I don't intend to join another. It is not my business. I know there are lives on the line, but there are always lives on the line. I can't save everyone. Gabriel has taken a similar stance, though I know little of his reasoning. . . . . . God, log, it seems I think about him very often, but I can't get involved, I'm about to leave after my research is finished... Transcendence, Abominations, Rites and Rituals, Rare Plagues are all collected for. Still need Sources of Magic and Channelling, which I'm almost done.
If I remember any more important details I will write again. Kich'ravell grant me sanctuary. Veelatos.
[End Log]
_________________ "No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees."
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