I realize it has been a rather long stretch of time sense I last made an entry in this journal, but with all that has been happening recently what little free time I have had has been preoccupied with thinking and meditating on the events themselves, that said at last I feel I am finally ready to recount recent events here in this journal.
This tale starts ruffly a few weeks ago, but to truly comprehend all of it one would have to delve far back into my past to truly understand it. That said I suppose I had best suffice for the short version, when I was in my teens I was growing on the streets of Minas Tirith, I stole, and in some particularly shameful cases killed to get by. It was at this time that I met a fellow child of the streets. She and I eventually found we were much more capable together than apart. Over the course of our careers we became close friends, the eventually more than that. Eventually we married and scratched out a relatively stable living together. Everything however changed when the revelation of my true father came to pass. My real father, as it turns out, was a slave master from Harad who had become rich selling human cargo to the Corsair pirates. The fact that my father ran such a deplorable business had disgusted me, but my wife was not quite so scrupulous. She saw this as or opportunity to become rich and at last live comfortably together this divide between us eventually grew wider and wider that we eventually ceased to speak to one another. It was then ten years ago that I had assumed her killed by disease, my unborn child with her. That was of course until recently.
That brings us to today, with my father and his allies hunting me down and an unknown assassin shooting at me and my apprentice Ceciliy in broad daylight. I had managed to save my apprentice from being hurt but I was not so lucky. Ceciliy was forced to remove the arrow for me which was no doubt a traumatic experience for her. After this I was out for vengeance, not only had this woman targeted me, but now my apprentice too. How many more of my friends and allies was she willing to target? I decided I needed to stop her, and fast. I searched high and low all over Bree for the assassin's den until I find what I assumed was likely the place inside and abandoned apartment in the slums of Bree, the place known as the beggar's alley.
With Ceciliy behind me we entered the apartment, searching the place for traps or ambushes until at last we had found the assassin's base of operations. Most of what we found was to be expected, weapons, supplies, some infiltration tools, but what else I had found was what truly frightened me. Among the assassin's possessions was a simple locket, inside were two portraits, one of me and one of my wife. I would have known it anywhere for there were only two in existence, one was on my person at all times, and the other buried with my wife. There was no doubt that this was my wife's one for my own was on me at the time of entering the apartment. The thought of what this could mean sent chills down my spine for I had feared this assassin had dug up my wife's body as some bizarre and taboo form of psychological torture. The truth, as it turns out was even worse.
Not long after finding the stash I heard movement from outside the apartment, only to realize that this was a trap all along, the assassin wanted us to come here, she wanted us to find this place so she could kill us on the way out. With no other way out I had no choice but to force a direct confrontation with her. I stepped out to be greeted by a warning shot fired from the assassin. From the roof top she introduced her self and removed her mask, revealing her to be none other than my own wife. She revealed to me that her apparent death was an elaborate hoax between her and my father. Not only that, but y son was actually alive and was being raised by her in my fathers household, brought up to believe me a terrible person. In the end the talking ended and the battle started. In truth I was a bit too rage blinded to have fully remembered the details of the battle but the end yet remains clear as day, I had run her through and she was falling to the ground. As I was about to finish her with my hidden blade she lashed out in one last desperate attack at Cec, the dagger struck her inb chest and she collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Seeing this I spared no time, I took the fastest route I knew, outright sprinting with Cec on my back to the Prancing Pony where I could treat her wounds. I had to cauterize the wounds with hot coals to stop the internal bleeding. The pain caused her to scream and cry in pain, after bandaging her wounds she appeared to be ashamed that she appeared weak in front of me and was hiding her face from me, it was all I could do to be as comforting as I possibly could to her. She asked for some tea, I went down to the bar where I got some hot water to make the tea for her, whilst there I ran into Gold and Khann who I told about the situation and invited them to join her. It was then that I gave Gold a quick debriefing on the situation but then quickly had to make my leave. It wasn't until after the ordeal that Cec explained to me that Khann had performed a magical ritual to ease the pain of the wound in exchange for a "favor". If this favor proves to be dangerous to Cec in any way he will have to answer to me if she gets hurt by it.
Recent events have left me with much to consider, in fact without trying to sound too melodramatic I dare say not much will be the same after the events that have transpired in recent days.
