The Bloody Dawn

“The journey is the treasure.”

“Some journeys take you farther from where you come from, but closer to where you belong.”

Entry One: The Journey

It has been long, since one has written his thoughts... Yet this journey has set such in motion once more. With Illith saddled and prepared with supplies and equipment, one will venture forth to aide that who he would consider brother, Fiontann and the closest thing he could believe to call “Family” since arriving in Bree... The Bloody Dawn.

I bought this old leather diary more on a whim than anything else but now I shall use it to keep a record of my journeys with The Bloody Dawn. I am not one to share my thoughts and much less to record them like this but somehow it feels appropriate.

What better time to start writing in this book than now? The beginning of our campaign into the Misty Mountains is drawing close and while I'm sure most of my companions will be saying their goodbyes to loved ones I find myself with an abundance of time in which to pack and prepare.

Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost

They are leaving today. 
I hate this journal. The pages tear and the ink bleeds through but I should work more on my letters so I am using it any way. Mina will be learning and I want to teech teach teach her myself. This is stupid. Words make sense when I say them but writing them down is diffurent different.  They do not look how they sound and I can barely read my handwriting. I hate this.

Deorgast sat on the stairs of his new house, as the sun was rising above the hills in front of him. He felt content for being able to move into a proper residence, and not just sleep here and there where weather would allow him to. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Also, he was now Fiontann's neighbour, so he could bother him anytime he wanted to.