3. Shadows and light - Kara's Journal.

Shadows and light - Kara's Journal.


  • Day 3 - Yes, I guessed it. Still in Ormpur.
    Naught but collecting more firewood to tend to this day, and then the rest of the time is mine. So I got to writing, and..well..it's not much to say the least. I am no scribe, that much is for certain.

    Anyway…

    "From the darkness, I walk into the light
    From the day, I walk into the night
    From the shadows, I will appear
    With a message for all, who will hear

    For the weak of heart, I will be strong
    To the defenders of faith, I will belong
    To the last of us, fight till we die
    Let the call of courage be clear"
    ~ The litany of courage.

    The tracing of a rough rose follows the verses, marked with detail carefully, in black ink. Her handwriting is surprisingly neat for writing on a rock, and the journal is in prime condition.

    _It is just as well noone will ever see this journal. I am no Poet.

    As calm as this place is, I would rather stand with my friends, and trusted companions….perhaps it is time to find a way home._


  • Day 2 - Still stuck in Ormpur.
    _I think I'm enjoying the slowdown in pace, for a change…It's an odd feeling to have your sole concern be, when you will rise and repair the barn. I have my duties, true...but I cannot perform them there, and there is no way to garner a path across the pass....not without being slain. So for now, I assist these people and help their ways. More people should take the oppertunity to just sit with these people and learn what it is we're all fighting to protect.

    Their way of life, the peace...the satisfaction of doing a hard work's day and knowing that it's all yours. I repaired a barn today...and gods did it feel good to be able to help them....one less worry for them to worry about.

    Serene feelings aside, I have concerns about Norwick and the faithful of Kelemvor. When the problems within Norwick fade, another power struggle is going to take place, and not because of foes. I wished no part in this, but intervention was needed....we cannot stand in division, while our foe grows in strength. The title of High cleric will be held in check, until there is a measure of peace to properly annoint such.

    Enough thoughts for the day...it is time I took up a guard position for the night._


  • Day 1 - Stuck in Ormpur.
    _DAMNIT Gabriel…why do you have to be so careless...willful, and like -him-? I couldn't get to him in time...the when the cry came out, I started running towards where it came from...had to quaff both of those potions from the blue mage to get there alive...there was a vertiable horde of Wolves, and at least four larger ones...a return journey wouldn't be possible. I knew this as I moved past....yet, somehow the worgs knew. Their senses are not that good...HOW? It became a rather side point, as I was set upon by ten of the beasts.. I moved to grab the body, and his things and withdraw to Ormpur. Only. there was no body...

    Had he been claimed already? the gods work in mysterious ways...I know this...but, could a body disappear so quickly? I wish I knew....He was a friend....and I do not give up on friends. Ever.

    In the mean time, I am now stuck in Ormpur, bearing a heavy load in Gabriel's abandoned equipment, and trapped behind a wall of wolves...earlier in the day, the ground began to shake sutbly too....I suspect the giants have come down from the mountains into the pass, Futher hampering any chances I may have had of being able to sprint through the straights.

    Who am I kidding? I was never a sprinter. Especially in my armour._

    At the side of the page, there is a rough doodle of what looks to be a hand and a half in origin, with a drawn glow to it

    _So, here I am. Stuck in Ormpur. It isn't too bad I suppose…there is a noticable kind of peace out here...the world keeps ticking over in it's madness, and still this little village remains untouched...it is a pleasant surprise in a way. Murick, the little boy lives carefree, considering where the village is, and the threat of wolves...still, I find it odd that the wolves dare not approach the town...I know there has been rumours of Lycanthropes out here...as well as Master Weshly's..odd accent. Similar to Tindra's...similar in nature I wonder?

    It would explain a few things. Nevertheless, I have been keeping busy around the village, assisting in day to day chores, where they will permit it...today consisted of gathering firewood for the coming storm over the pass...it is due in a tenday. Tomorrow will consist of repairing the barn, near the back of the village.

    That's all for today, back to work._