Taala

Entry Two: First Encounter

So it has truly begun. One arrived at the Dawnhall to be surrounded with unfamiliar faces. Though this was to be expected, as this is after all business of the Dawn and not of his own. Few one recognized from previous encounters though none he trusted. Fiontann seemed to share an intimate moment with another. One is pleased if his brother has found comfort and happiness in another since the split with Nellye.

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.

So much has happened. The weeks that I have spent in this strange, rustic land of mixed cultures have been colored by a pallet of emotions that I can hardly express on parchment. I have felt so much in the short time that I have been here that I barely seem to be able to recognize who I am anymore. Who am I, truly? A tactless young man who thirsts so dearly for glory and adventure? Or am I something more?

Hardoleth...

“The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.

So, here we are again. I did not expect that I should be writing again so soon. I cannot sit there and plaster on a smile and keep my composure after the last three days or so. Taala was the one who broke the news to me, So eaten up I was with regards to Rannie's dissappearance on my recent business trip the news hit me hard.

One day when your mother gives you this journal to read, and you see what she and others have written for you, I hope I will be beside her, though battle may take me before then. Whether I live or not, I would have you know that you are my true son and heir, whether any others have been born of my blood after this time. I love your mother with all of my soul, and I have known you as a part of her since you were a tiny babe in swaddling, too small even to crawl.

This is written in a fast manner and sometimes the ink is fading

Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.