| Entry Three |
I have not written in some time in this book, perhaps Im finding it difficult to write and speak my feelings. Prior to these events I could cover my beliefs and feelings by neglecting them. However I have come to an epiphany, I'm am losing myself to that which i have sought after for so long. The Reaper has taken all from me when I had not the ability to defend myself from his presence. To this day i know not why he chose my town and my sister for his ritual. For some time my seeking of this answer began to drive me insane. I become obsessed with revenge, nothing was important to me save making others pay for their crimes. In fact few know of my past, and those who do have not heard of the words spoken from my own mouth. No they were those who had allied with this demon, this Reaper. Misery... he used to be one of those acquaintances to this monster, though I know not if he had done so out of some emotion or if it was once more nothing more than an attempt to seek a challenge.
The first time I crossed swords with that drow was an event that would forever change my own being from that point on. I remember the day fairly well, a few random adventurers and myself had been tracking how do i put this... myself as it were. Or who the town believed to be me. It was a blue haired elf who had been murdering the villagers shortly after my group had made our way to the town. eventually our paths crossed with the assailant, though is true self was being masked by spells of transmutation, he decided to face us in his true form, that of a drow with purple streaks placed periodically and who felt it keen to dress in what one could only assume was a man-skirt. But it was not his attire that left its mark on me that day, no it was a mixture of his personality and style of combat that led me to remember this drow. We faced off and quickly found us to be a little ill-prepared for this opponent. he possessed great prowess in battle, though his weakness become to obvious as the battle raged on, it was this weakness that we exploited and while I do not consider it a victory in all pretenses, we walked away alive that day, so i suppose it was a victory.
I must be honest with myself though, that entire event of finding why the slaughter of the town and who this Misery worked for was not the happiest of events. No in fact it changed me more than I have ever allowed myself to admit. Before that time I had been more open and kind in my own way, though the death of party members hardened my resolve I was still me. And always kept others needs before my own, but one of my group had done something that I could not forgive.... As my fingers write this out i find myself having to keep from drawing my own blade. A ranger by the name of Canderous was this man. He was a human and had ill encounters with the drow in his past which led himself to be a bit rougher than those I usually traveled with however his skill at tracking and combat made it tolerable. he had tracked Misery to a dock in a large city, there we met three people. One expected, Misery the drow who had turned on his employer who was also present... The Reaper. I still remember how my blood boiled at that moment. But I digress, I do not want to get off topic here. The third was unexpected... it was my sister, the one stolen when I was a child, who all I had left of was the necklace I wore around my neck and the scar i possess from the devils own scythe. As I said, my sister was present, though no truly herself. She was undead, brought back by some ritual into the form of a vampire. I find it humorous that I was forced to cross swords vs the very person I sought revenge against The Reaper for. As the battle escalated Canderous had a chance to strike down my vampiric sister and with her death the control of The Reaper lost and would end our purpose in this area. But something took me over at that moment, I make no excuse for my next movement, i tumbled pass the reaper and grabbed my sister and slipped away from the material plane and into the shadow realm. Though my sister and me did not enter alone, the man in white followed us and demanded my sister, Leaf, return. Despite how i felt about this man I let her go with him, in her new found body he was the best one who could truly take care of her so I gave her up and reentered my plane to face the punishment that I would soon receive from my companions. My return was met with anger from the ranger, our monk, and even Myth was scornful of my decision. It mattered little to me, I had made my decision and believed it to be right so I left the dock that day a hated elf. i figured only hateful words would follow me however I was wrong, Our next task was killing some ghosts at a local cave, as one could Imagine my companions were less than happy with me so we split up, unfortunately the ghosts draining powers proved the stronger as we all regrouped our strengths failing. My fingers barely had the energy to grasp Eleria in my hands, as I lay against the wall, Canderous walked over to me and seeked out his own revenge against me. I woke up some time later in a building, my throat wrapped in layers of bandage and to my side a pile of bloody used ones. I knew what the ranger had done, attempting to end my life by ripping out my throat. It took some time to fully grasp the events that had taken place. I came out of the thoughts a changed moon elf. My outlet became more stern and harsh, new acquaintances saw me as cold and distant, I accepted these statements and kept to myself. If someone I thought to be my friend could nearly kill me than how could I trust anyone.
So those are some of my stories, I only speak of them for in the dark cage I have called my home for the last week has left me much free time to reminisce on my life. once again the yaun'ti are coming, I feel they are preparing me for a ritual. A sacrifice for their worship to Dender.... |
Entry Two |
I have traveled long this day, maneuvering the winding tunnels of this cavern. I worry little about my predicament for thanks to magical means I have removed the need for food and drink. However this does not mean I wish to spend the next several years of my life wandering in this dark corridor, the only light source available is just that of the crackling element of my blade, proving itself as more than just a weapon, it has become a necessity of my very existence. Without Eleria I would find myself lost in the darkness, aimlessly wandering. I smirk at this realization that being trapped away from any form of contact or aid is in many ways similar to my life, as if this cave is in essence me. But I digress. As I spoke of before, I have traveled much this day and find my feet have grown weary of transversing the moss covered walls and floor. The echoes of water droplets keep my mind sane, for it has been what I can only assume to be days, that I have been locked deep within the earth. For reasons unknown to me, my skills are diminished in this realm, I have not the strength to step through the fabrics of this world and enter the land of shadows, nor can I even unmanifest myself from the bindings of this land.
As I wandered in the dark, my thoughts often lead me to my past, I have adventured long in my short elven life and yet I have truly never made any companions, shy of the mage I spoke of before. I have grouped with others, in my youth my path had not always been one of solitude, I surrounded myself with many people, from humans, to dwarves, to gnomes, and the occasionally half-elf. Yet there life spans where short indeed when tied in with my own. More often than not the tradition of getting a drunk at a tavern to celebrate our victory was never realized in my times, instead I would find myself in those very same taverns seeking a new adventuring group to replace the old. My old had not forsaken me but instead life had forsaken them. This may seem a callous look upon their lives and in no way have I fought to honor their deaths, for their lives were their own and in no way was I responsible for them nor for any my path has crossed. Each of them choose their own paths that day, I just choose to survive, for I do not believe there is honor in needlessly throwing away your life for a worthless cause such as slaying an orc. I have seen far to many times the blood of those I believed to be my friends spilled on the ground only to see the life that used to be so vibrant and happy in their eyes slowly fade to nothingness as their spirits fled this world leaving behind an empty husk. Know this, that shall never be me. For I believe the best warriors, not the ones that you hear stories about in a pub, no the BEST warriors are those who brought into battle an emotion and carried within them something to fuel the movements of their blades, axes, or whatever tool they used to render their opponents helpless. But this is a discussion best left for a later time, while in my surroundings i must keep a cool head and think little on the thoughts that could rise my own emotions.
It is as if the very fates conspire against me forcing me into this solitude as the earth has led me to my current plight. I am not here of my own accord, no, this is no hunt of the drow this is merely the standard wrong place at the wrong time occurrence. I was walking in between my trips through the planes catching my breath and planning my next move when it happened. The ground shook in thunderous rage and just as quickly what was once a solid mass began to crumble as easily as this paper. When i awoke, unsure how long had passed I found myself buried under many a rock. After trying to de-materialize my body to escape this prison I found my attempts blocked. I laid there for a moment as I contemplated my position and then slowly removed the weight that rested on my body. And since that time I have been traveling trying to find out what binds me here and what purpose my appearance here has. Was it merely an accident that landed me here or was there something to be gained, I know not, all I do know is I have rested to long, the sounds grow closer....
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Entry One |
I awoke this morning, if what I do could be considered sleeping, once again hoping the events that happened this week had been some kind of dream. A drow, I have come to know well had decided to take his wrath out on followers of Shevarash. While I myself did not agree with the decree that was handed down upon this drow, many innocents were slaughtered at his hands in what i can only assume he felt was his right. I have always been an elf of revenge, for most of my life it has been the guiding entity to my sword arm. It has led my steps ever forward, never once did I look back knowing my feet left no tracks for others to follow. Vengeance was my emotion that I carried into battle, though even with such a heartless force guiding me, I have never harmed an innocent. The drow had crossed that land, and as such he must be hunted, this is no request from another nor is it something that had been dictated by my God, no this is something I do for my own self. What once was an ally has become a sworn enemy, by his own choice, and as such it is now my choice to hunt this being.
Before I wrote in this book as a way of passing on my thoughts, speaking them to a parchment in an attempt to organize my path, seeing as how i was not blessed with a companion to speak my words aloud too in an attempt to understand and plan. This has changed. I have met another, though in truth our relationship will never be what one could consider normal. She is not a normal individual, Her race and class dictates that she will be unreliable yet I have still chosen her and in the same instant my life has been far from normal, at a young age all was taken from my by two men, I hunt the first for his presence forever haunts me. His deed has pained me far worse than the latter, and has continued to elude me. I do not right this assuming others to understand me nor to right down my secrets, for my life is to en-cloaked in mysteries to right these thoughts anywhere, they shall forever remain locked in my mind behind a battalion of mental defenses. The same drow as before the one that has recently decided to forsake all ties, had on a few occasion asked why I had not taken means to remove the remnants of my past from my mind in an attempt to further protect my identity. I could understand his thoughts on this but my past is what makes me me, as well as keeps my feet ever moving forward. Yes, Im certain for a few measly gold I could forget all the hardship, not just my name but everything and lead a normal life. However running from problems is a cowards way and I will not resort to this. But i digress, due to her chaotic nature and my secrecy we will never have a normal relationship, and yet I find that oddly comforting.
Ever since I started writing in this book I find my thoughts stream out of my fingers at a rash speed. Little sense is made for I have much I wish to write though in truth for no other reason than my own. Little will be known about my past and little is known about my future, all that will be know is this. I travel with the storms, if my vengeance falls upon you than like the storms there is no safe place to hide... I will find you Misery... and I will put an end to what you have become, my survival will become your greatest mistake.
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