The New Journal of Drelan Ashire
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Fifth Entry
–-------------------------------------------_Tymora, has chosen to shine on me for a change. While I did fall defending my party's retreat just days ago, and gained a rather horrid saurial curse for my efforts I was cured, the captain helped get coin once again in my pocket, and Corana and I have begun to come to an understanding again that I thought would be lost in squabble. I can only be left to wonder what the back lash for this streak of luck will be, and if my assessment of the umberlites was wrong.
We went deep into a cavern this day. A man with horns, of the like I've never seen before called it The Underdark. It is an odd place. Magic does not work there giving me an example of what Mirk had spoken of, and there are these ant creatures only with man like features that seem suited to a specific task, though that doesn't keep them from all rushing you haplessly. In any case, we found his blasted mushrooms, though we had to negotiate a better payment upon our return. Five gold was his original offer! We fight off druegar and ant men while in the bloody dark for hours blindly because of his lack of information and he gives us five coin. I warned the Captain to work out the price before we left on the job, but he didn't listen to me, not that he ever does. In any case, after some negotiating we recieved a much better price for our efforts, though Candy did snatch up that bottle of dust before I could from the man's stores. Nice lass, with a quick mind, though I wonder if I bore her at times with my lectures as she seems mainly interested in matters of the weave.
In any case, I have a retribution to plan. Lady give all the crew the insight they need to survive the challenges presented them._
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Fourth Entry
–--------------------------------------------------_I returned from my journey. Besides some rather, unsettling conclusions from the experience I am doing better. The shaking less, the controlling emotions less, or was until that bloody Assassin in the commons. I am only glad it turned out not to be as bent on death as I had believed. Else they would not have had a very pleasant experience. One seems to think that I should leave my crew find a less stressful job with a leader thats not so much of a selfish arse. The bastard just might very well have ten children or so in every port and he tries to lecture me on who I do or do not spend my time with. Sailors, bah and I thought deserters were the most confusing beasts. His continued refusal to trust merely on trust sake I find frustrating. Only shows me that I am again alone in these lands. Not that I'll change to the general consensus present. Wars are won far more often by men that trust each other to do their part on principle far more than some convoluted model of mercenary, coin based motivation.
I've returned and again rumors of Vashere's return have risen. Maybe I'll finally get my gold back from him. Good will is good will, but unfortunately I'm in need of funds and though the debt is old I will have to ask it to be repaid. I find it odd that the several I've heard and watched speaking of rebuilding the blades in the inns, thinking they were alone and in shadow, believe they can rebuild its glory soley by slinging a blade. How can so few realize what they really were? Ah well, I suppose if Vashere has returned from the great abyss he will have to take what ever mediocre and short sighted rabble he can find until he regains his footing.
Lady guide me in my comming days, Corana may not think my place is at your side but you have proven worthy of my tendings and I will contribute as much as any fallen can, fates be willing._
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Third Entry
–---------------------------------------------------------------_Strange how all attempts at good will can be lost in a moment of insanity not that I blame them. Somehow I doubt the dwarf will ever forgive me for insulting his beard. Still it seemed so real. I may perhaps be known forever more as the Peltarch loon, but at least I set out on my journey with good news. I recieved a message today. Amy has freed herself from whatever prison she found herself in. At least I think so, though it pains me to think that she thinks it was me that imposed it. Ah well, another battle lost and honesty is rarely unscathing. I only hope that what she is told is true and that the future is "secure" as I've found quite the opposite. There is only what you fight for to try to make become, hopefully she will find out otherwise as hers would require far less lost battles.
The spells are getting worse. Though I now know I will return. Strange to know such a thing before your foot ever touches the road. I only hope it is in some semblance of that for which I am currently remembered.
the bottom of the page then has some song that at first doesn't seem associated with the rest of the text
I step willingly without fault
Courage and action lacking not
To stand to beating drum and yell
Amongst the foreign bodies fell
To guard over them in passing time
All pleasure they felt never to be mine
For the prize I guard is far more golden,
Hidden in the flames.Drelan Ashire, note the day you became a babbling depressing wit._
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The Second Entry
–----------------------------------------Down have I fallen. Hurting all I touch, bringing darkness to a room upon my entering, all that I wish not to always happens. Amy still will not speak to me, and more and more have I seen that the world around me has far too much sorrow to be added to it. Ocean only looks to me when I bring her worry, and Sister.. has much as I want to give her strength I am never able to do what is needed it seems. I will play with fantasies and mental whims no more. My place is obvious I only have to hope that I still have the strength to do and survive what is needed to become as I should be again. Tomorrow I will go into the hills and begin the first stages of the searing. I, ink dribbles on the page am not sure that Sister will understand all involved in the ritual. I do not wish to scare her but with my faithful servant slain I know no where else to turn. I only hope my mind remembers all the steps involved. If I am to be lost to the flames I will reap its benefits. The words of Relekev beat on my mind this eve, "not all men are meant to be human". May fire watch over all in my care in my brief absence.