Lunzia Tamzin - a journal of remembrance.

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Lunzia Tamzin

Apparent age: 25~
Hair-color: Raven black.
Eye-color: Auburn.
Body-type: Toned, athletic
Height: Slightly less than 6 feet.

Are those horns, is that a tail? Excellent questions that will be answered.
But before that, you see a man in his mid-twenties, athletic in build, far more agile than strong.
His eyes are auburn, a warm brown mixed with a reddish tint.
His hair a raven black that curls slightly, unless kept in a pony-tail.

His left entire arm is covered in black tattoos of infernal markings of Thayan origin,
some of them seem to be for binding purposes,
others for enhancing, among them all a number; 67.
His right ear holds a small golden ring, which he occasionally fidgets with fondness.

And yes, those are horns and that is a tail.

Scars:
- Four long and thick strokes along his back, made by a pirate lycan.
- Three strokes on his upper right arm, made by a crag cat.
- Two big bite-marks on his left leg, made by a Giant Dire Spider.
- A large scar across the back, made by a skeletal knight wielding a greatsword.
- A grey streak on the left side of his head, from falling due to being drained by ghosts.
- Burn on left shin, made by a large black pudding.
- A thicker and deeper scar across his back, made by skeletal knight wielding a greatsword.

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Written in common, elegant in style, with a hand that moves with experience and practice.

Lesson one, seize all opportunities.

That was what my mentor first taught me. I thought I was lost, but coming to this realm was a blessing.
Even if the natives will likely try to kill me on sight.
But that does not matter, I will live off the land, stay away from the cities. My mentor will teach me - Leta.
A mix-blood of a Sithican elf, and Vistani. Both native to the lands. Both full of culture and history.
She is wise, despite her young appearances. Six yeas she said, that she had spent alone.
And look at her now, leading a band of misfits and mix-bloods. A leader that fills us with conviction and comfort.

Then we have Alea, snowflake. Rough around the edges but pure of heart.
A friend I will forever hold dear, I must.
I paid in others blood to save her from the clutches of undeath.
A price I paid so willingly, but it weighs on my shoulders.
I hope I can one day wash my hands clean of that deed, one day.

A crimson dawn, with blood long spilt.
Come gentle morning, they bear no guilt.
A raven watched, with beady eyes.
The words they spoke, were filled with lies.
Their voices cried, echoed into the night.
But soon forgotten, at the break of light.

Dagoda, Dag. Like me and Leta both, faced with the constant persecution and prejudice by others for our blood.
If Snowflake is rough around the edges, he's [A longer spacing than normal] a diamond in the rough.
He's not very perceptive in social situations, but he understands many other things.
He has a heart, a soul, like everyone else. I wish more would see that.

Lesson two, know when to retreat.
Damn spiders, I will one day single-handedly slay a whole nest alone!

Jordana. From Amn. I have read some things about Amn.
A great nation of mercantile.
But she is a healer, I am glad we have her with us.
She does not talk much, though. I hope she enjoys our company.
Kicker likes her, animals are good at telling the good apart from the bad.

Lesson three, learn useful skills.
I think, leather-working. Nobody of us are trying to learn it.
Dag does smithing and bowyering.
Leta bowyering and brewing.
Snowflake does some smithing as well.

Most important of all, I am happy here.
Happy with those around me.
It's like a family I never had.
But I fear to rejoice too loudly.
For I fear it all being swept away.

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I talked to the druidess of the refuge today.
She was most welcoming on the condition of not causing trouble.
The magic she used to conjure those things, it was amazing.
It's nice to be regarded with any form of trust, my kind is known for trouble.
Of deceit, scheming, murdering, manipulating.
But I am not like them.

We have grown strong together.
We plan and we act.
And gather again come dusk.

I don't know what's wrong with you Snowflake.
But I barely know who you are.
You show regret, that is enough for me.
I want to believe you meant well.

More join our band of misfits,
though together I would not call us such.
In this land of loss and confusion,
many seek refuge, comfort, friendship.
Things we have achieved in various degrees.

Lowe, that is a new name.
He's not said much, mostly watched.
But he seems to be a kinder spirit, with unyielding curiosity.
The next one is a drow, though likely not a drow. Ama.
I am eagerly curious to see if they will stay,
if they will contribute.

Leta and Dag wrestled today, Dag won.
But I must say Leta held her own despite her size.
I think it was good for them both.
I think it's the kind of bonding that speaks to them.

I grow fond of my friends.
At the same time afraid.
I hope we can continue thriving like this.

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Dawn, and as with every dawn.
We wake up, ready to exact our plans for the day.

Dag went to mine.
Snowflake and Leta went to do deliveries.
While I and Ama, went hunting.

She said she was an aspiring harper-scout, a hunter of the wilds.
We had an amusing conversation about it.
Her name is Ama'tria, which means beautiful dancer.
Alean'ghymn, noble line of the forgotten ways.

A heavy title to carry, but her parents chose her name well.
Though I have yet to see her dance.

A Miyeritari, a redeemed drow.
A story shared with those present,
at the fire come dusk.  
My mind grows as I learn of the world.
Of the different worlds out there.

The hunting did not go so well,
the well-travelled path along the lake was near empty.
We even came across more hunters, so we turned back.

Why waste breath on long names with friends,
when there are fonder things to be said?

Ama mentioned wanting a bow, instead of her crossbow.
Seeing as she was new to the group, it was a good opportunity.
To have her interact with Dag, ask him to make her a bow.
So I helped her cut down some beech, with two axes no less.
She offered it later to Dag, who gladly made her a bow.

I am glad that he also sees elves that treat him with respect.
He is a simple man, but that does not have to be a bad thing.
But hence, he is easily swayed by circumstance.
I'd hate for a few moronic elves to breed an resentment within him.
I believe with guidance, he'll learn how to handle social situations more easily.
Which in turn will make more people respect him.
I feel this is my duty as his friend, I hope he understands.  

Another elf joined us, called Ferret. A moon-elf.
She was stiff at first, obviously gauging our group.
But opened up eventually and shared many words with us.

Jordana made an appearance, I am glad to see her well.
Held back as usual, but not overly so.
She joined in our discussions of drow, and planes and all.

Before our long talks of such, Leta showed me how to cook.
It makes me happy to spend time with her, and a little sad,
that she chose to rest so early in the night.

I was reminded of Anzar again.
With fondness and an after-taste of sorrow.
What are you doing? Are you grieving and think me dead?

I wish you knew of the happiness I feel, it makes me feel guilty in a way.
I wish I could somehow tell you that I've found a home.
That I've found friends and a place of my own.

How often I am reminded of you by the ring.
A token of our lasting friendship.
How your father questioned it and you said it was enchanted for your protection.
And how you later actually got it enchanted. I chuckle at the memory.

I hope you are well, my friend.

[ILLY6666]

Subject Leta shows signs of dilated pupils.
- Baring teeth and signs of tension, eg. clenched fists.
- Prone to aggression and simple speech patterns.
- Abnormal behaviour.
- Short attention and tolerance span.
- Shows signs of excessive hunger.
- No changes to teeth structure.
- No changes to memory, eg. recognises friends.
- Heightened sense of smelling.
- Howling? Howling, at the moon. [The last letter trails off a bit]

Observations conclude: taking the full moon tonight into consideration.
I am prone to believe, that this is some sort of lycanthropy.
Though the sub Leta shows no signs of metamorphosis.
Further study should be conducted once she regains her full senses.

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What a morning, this break of dawn was breaking in many senses.
We were first robbed by some bandit, of Leta's tent.
In her, shall we say; alternate personality, sought to find the perpetrator.
I guess she did, and he beat her down, taking all of her gold and weapons.

The man wears a strange black hat, a black coat and covers his face with cloth.
He had two accomplices, one of them a dwarf that Dag later smashed to pieces.
We decided to keep him for now, even though [longer spacing than usually] Leta,
chose to make sure it would be harder to bring him back.
Why did I give her the rapier?

Several have been notified of these magi bandits.
They are able to make themselves invisible, which poses a great threat.
But now, more people will be looking for them.

Despite all, our group remains strong.
Dag was the one who suggested that we work to replace her gold.
I am glad that he is able to think in such patterns.
I believe he views Leta as highly as the rest of us.

Perhaps we could come to an arrangement with the bandits.
They pay most of his raising, and Leta gets most of her gold and weapons back.
And the tent. I think it has more meaning to her than she lets on.
Perhaps it's from her time with her mother.
Perhaps she was so angry because of the alternate personality.

Either way, we will come up on top.
We'll pull through, together.

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Two days have passed, she's still afflicted.
I have spoken with Ama on the matter.
She spoke of the Lythari, lycan elves.
They can supposedly control themselves past the changes.
And then act as guardians for their people.

Leta is Sithican, but I know nothing of the race.
Perhaps there is something there to gather.
The hissing elves, they are also called.

Second idea was curses, "moon madness",
also suggested by Ama. She is quite knowledgeable.  

Leta becomes more honest, or unhindered, shall we say.
When asked about our companions, she spoke as if what she thought.
Dag, strong but stupid, but she likes him still.
Snowflake sad, but also has her affections.
Me, I am too nice, and talkative.

I challenged her after further talk.
She beat me up pretty badly, without holding back.
When it comes to such wild savageness,
I think a test of strength is a good mean of communication.

Prior to all that, she rested in my lap.
At Dvergeheim, it was a nice moment.
But also where I observed that her body,
is in a constant state of alarm and readiness.

Her muscles shook and convulsed uncontrollably.
She got to rest a moment, at least.

Most of the day consisted of me travelling with her.
I even managed to sneak inside the city and take a look.

On my way trough the southern forest, I came across a body.
There was blood, but not enough to be the place of his death.
The poor man was full of arrow and stab-wounds.
I loaded him onto the ox and went towards the temple.
A guard atop the walls stopped me, asked me a few questions.
But let me go as the night was near and darkness fell upon us all.

I got a lot of suspicious looks when I carried him inside the temple.
I am used to that, I should be. But for all the good I've done lately. It feels unfair.
A dwarf by the name of Brynjar insisted on following me and Leta back to the camp.
Together with some native woman.

He introduced as a skald, from Dvergeheim no less.
The woman cast invisibility magic and vanished.

Snowflake showed up, I asked her to knock Leta out.
Her body was shaking too bad, she needed rest.
But I saw the signs, she could not sleep if she wanted to.
Earlier I had checked her pulse and it was constantly rapid.

It went fairly smoothly. Leta was out cold and resting.
I wrapped my cloak around her and we all watched her as we talked.
Brynjar asked me about me, about my past.
I shared the simple version, the one without the horrible things I've done.

"Lab-assistant" I spoke. Though the simple title woke a disgust in my stomach.
A knot so tied it would not release through the night.
But I did not show it, it was part of the past I am trying to leave behind.
Anzar, I think of you often. I get reminded so much.
You always knew what to say, so that I could live with myself.
So I could live and do what I was commanded.

Leta woke up later, still afflicted.
It seems that for the duration of the moon, she'll be like this.
She left eventually, to brew.

Nothing noteworthy happened during the day more than my talks with Ama.
Dag made me a helmet to fit my horns through, a latch on the side to insert my head.
Snowflake is showing some irritation, or rather restlessness.
She obviously longs for battle and the kind of jobs we do get tedious for her.

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I spoke to Dag about his upbringing and orc society.
The survival of the fittest - and strongest.
It was interesting to hear his view of it all.

I taught him about devotion and what it means.
I hope he can grow, with each word,
with each wonderful trait he realises that he has.

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First night she is back to her full senses.
I am glad to see her like this.
It was been a good feeling, being dependable.
But I prefer to look up to her, rather than that.

I took her away from the others when we made camp.
I didn't want too many voices and tales at once for her to process.
I explained all in the best detail I could.
My observations, the events that transpired.

She took it well, she was puzzles and I suspect she's hiding her feelings.
But she looked like she took it well at least.
[There is a pause here]
We are currently in a grove of some kind, or grave.
It seems to be a mix, but I can feel it.
The wind and wildlife are calm here, tranquil.

We gather, like so many other nights.
It brings a peace of mind, a certain relaxation to your body.
A calm to your soul.

We went hunting for wolves today, though we only found one: a worg.
We killed him without any sustained injuries.

Now we speak of hunting "deaders" undead.
I would rather not, honestly.
I know of many weak points most living things have,
but undead - unded they have none.

I can not injure their spleen, or lungs.
Cram a blade between their ribs.

Leta is back in her leadership role,
making plans and figuring out how and what we'll do.
Everything is back to normal, for now.

But Ama is not here, neither is Jordana.
I hope all of us can gather a night soon.

I forget.
We also met a dwarven couple, taming a bear.
We have spoken with them before, asking about tin.
This time they gave us a location.
They are Falru and Elna. Good people, if there were any.

Note to self: find Skald when Dag can work steel.

A silvery light, piercing ancient trees.
Her raven hair, swept, by gentle breeze.  

Lanelle, I have not written about him.
Leta knows him from before, barely.
He's quiet, fills a roll much like mine.
I find myself disliking him, no, I fear him.
That he would be better than me, that he perhaps is.
That he would take my place.

I hope these feelings pass.

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I sit now by our spot outside the vistani camp,
with Jordana and Leta.

Nelie, I forgot to write about her as well.
There has been so many names lately.
So many places and so many events occurring.
It makes me happy, albeit a little stressed sometimes.

But Nelie, I think she's the first hin I like.
She does not ask stupid and needless questions.
She does not make-pretend that she's some kind of child.
Also, she's a forest-walker, but the druidic kind.
I guess that would be forest-guardian.
Forest-mage?

Dag seems to get along with her just fine.
She spent all of the time hunting wolves,
riding on his ox. Kicker the Second.
She keeps talking about some bear friend,
perhaps her ability to tame one somehow helps understanding Dag?
I like her anyhow, she seems cheerful.

We went spider hunting yesterday, after killing some undead.
I am amazed at how well both of the trips went.
I feel more confident in my ability to swing a weapon.
And not getting hit myself.

I tried using a greatsword for the first time,
with Jordana's enchantments.
The combination seemed to work quite nicely.
Slight refinement of what's already there.
That's what Jordana said when asked about her enchantments.
Words I hold warm to my heart, I want to be confident.
Around my friends, around those I wish to protect.

Jordana, Mirror-maiden.

But I am still the weakest when it comes to actual combat.
I know my tricks, I know the theory of it.
But when it comes to experience, I am but a child. Somewhat.

Leta got her tent back, she seems very happy about this.
It makes me glad as well, that tent meant a lot to her.
A project of her and her mother.
She never did tell us what happened to her.
But I would not dare asking.

For now, a new strange approached us.
Justin, hunter of the Uncanny.
But, a former such it seems.

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140 + 300 = 440

E'roess, but I likely butchered the pronunciation this morning,
when waking Leta from her sleep.

We made complex plans, which lead to some confusion.
But at the end of the day, I believe we got everything done.

I sit now in Dvergeheim, as Dag is smelting the ore we mined.
Justin proved to be good company. He helped out plenty.

We named the third ox "Strongneck", a name suggested by Jordana.
Perhaps it was by Justin, my memory is fleeting about that.

Come morning we will go eastward, to the place the dwarven couple mentioned.
We shall fight these hobgoblins and acquire the tin for Dag to smith with.

I hope we prevail as with everything else.

[ILLY6666]

Note to self: Justin deserves a share of 100 fang.

Dag made me a new bow, a longbow.
I had practised enough with the short one.
He even made iron-tipped arrows, an impressive feat.

Our third ox I personally named Ironhorn,
he's been doing a lot of trips to Dvergeheim.
So I wanted something dwarven-sounding.

We went east, as I previously wrote.
The amount of hobgoblins was, underwhelming.
To put it lightly. We conquered the cave with little opposition.
Then we mined, and mined, and mined.

We mined so much that all three of our oxen,
were so overloaded that they could barely walk.

We encountered a lycan come morning,
after I had scouted and see a group of three vanish,
Leta scouted next. And brought one back.

Dag, with an enchantment from Jor,
managed so smack one so loudly on the nose,
that even I - standing some distance away heard the crack.
It ran away, which I think is for the best.
Dag, you are a scary force of nature my friend.

We split up and I went with Dag, helping him with the oxen.
I met a man by the name of John Rockwell.
He introduced as a warrior of Tempus.
He seems to share our philosophy, that it's not how you look,
it's what you do that matters.

After telling him about our group, he seemed interested to join.
I found him later again by the small copper mine.
He offered all of the copper he mined in exchange for some lessons.
Dag saw no issue with complying, and we went back together, to Dvergeheim.

John managed to get things done, he thanked Dag.
I think it's really good that he gets praise from other people,
than our group.

For now, we are split up.
I hope we can all gather once more come dawn.

I find myself missing you, too often.

[ILLY6666]

I wish I was in a better mood, writing this.
But my blood boils inside of me.
I feel an almost uncontrollable anger.

[A break in the writing]

I feel better now.
Looks like somebody just took your former post, Anzar.
Leta cheered me up, not dissimilar to how you would.
She turned my thoughts, focused them on the good.

Love and fellowship.

That's what she said. That's what I feel for our companions.
And it is true. I would die for them if I had to.

Sadly, another thief made his appearance.
Another dwarf that got away with Strongneck.
That bastard. Used magic just as we felled him to disappear.

We never found Strongneck. Now we sit in a hut by the lake.
An orc came inside the hut, introduced eventually as Skal'ris.
He and Dag seem to speak the same language.
I am glad that he has found somebody to do that with.
I hope he realizes how much he's grown in these weeks.

Earlier today, the smelters broke in Dvergeheim.
We barely got through half the tin and copper we had.
Luckily, I was able to sell it all together with John.
We sold about one thousand five hundred pounds of tin ingots and copper ore.
Together with Ironhorns and one of the oxen John found.
A total worth of two thousand coins. I feel rather proud.

A garda stopped be today, as I was heading for Navarre.
It was a little silly, as he told me I had no place here.
And that I should leave. Which I technically was already did.
So, he let me be on my way.

That's about when the dwarven thief struck.
I helped Leta hunt him down as she chased after.
Alone, again.
My heart raced at the thought of finding her bleeding, again.
It was the same location as well, it was like a bad dream on repeat.
I would not have been there in time, again.

But this was not the case. We chased.
And eventually felled him, but that's where he used magic to vanish.
We got his gold though, that's something.
But Strongneck is gone, with much of my equipment.

So we sit in this hut. Leta has done her brewing.
We have a few friend.
And the sun is rising.

For the first time, we have no plans.

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E'roess, the sun rises.
E'naess, the sun sets.

Such flowing language is hard for me to understand.
After all, the tongues I know how to speak are [longer spacing] blunt.

Our new friend, Skal'ris, had a interesting ring I bought off him.

Later that day we came across, what we found out later,
a wounded mage. Hurt by the giant spiders.
I leapt to help her, neutralizing the poison in her wounds.
We then guarded her as she recovered, before she vanished with magic.
She was thankful, her name, Ethelhild.

You're welcome: Cu placere (Balok)
A phrase I wish to leave my lips often.

Tents, what about tents.
We only have one tent.
I got the idea that we should make one together.
It would be a grand way to bond in.

Brynjar suggested we all handle a piece of fabric,
make something symbolic out of it and then make the tent.
A grand idea, truly. A true skald he is.

What about Lanelle?
I do not fear his presence anymore.
I am not like him and he is not like me.
My role is important, I am important.
I see that now, in my care for my companions.
He could never replace me.

Brynjar told another magnificent story.
About a great warrior, prideful and stout.
With a hundred slain at his feet over his years.
Challenged by a maiden with nothing but a knife.

That struck the same spot in his steel armor,
until it fell apart and it reached his heart.
A tale of how arrogance and hubris kills.  
It reminds me to stay humble, to stay true to my ability.
For that, Brynjar, I thank you.

We saw the young man Lowe again.
He had a long trip and asked for nothing more,
than to rest amidst our company.
He is a friendly man and we did not deny him.

Fair winds and safe paths.

Dag played on a lute, quite well all things considering.
I knew I was right about him.
He's not just a brute.
He has a soul, a heart.
I wished that more would see it,
and now they do.

Ama told the next story, she really has a way with words.
About deceiving appearances, also a good reminder.
We accept all into our company, all that is required,
are good intentions and openness.


A silvery light, piercing ancient trees.
Her raven hair, swept, by gentle breeze.  

A blackened mask, covers, her gentle face.
One she would wear, for several days.

[ILLY6666]

I spoke with Brynjar a lot come morning,
when everybody had scattered.

We spoke of how I treat Dag,
the amount of faith I put into him.
What Bryjnar said rang true,
I put so much faith in him.
Because I want others to do the same to me.
Aspirations, perhaps the next word I should teach him?

My journal, some things are best untold.
When words will fail to describe, you will know.

Those are some heavy thoughts,
you put into my head, master-skald.

Me and Brynjar also spoke of Snow.
For I do not know myself how to reach out to her.
He spoke of raising hounds, that there's always one,
that gets the taste of blood early. And seeks it.
But it will always come back, provided openness.
And we do, we provide the shelter and she returns.

We went to the outskirts of Vallaki, where we met Nelie.
Brynjar went his way and I took her to the refuge.
I speak not its place or too loudly of it,
lest trouble comes seek us there.

She liked it a lot, I encouraged her to speak to the druidess.
Then we sat the whole night, onto morning, talking.
She is the first I tell of my bloodline.
And I spoke of you as well, Anzar.
I always speak of you.

She opened my eyes to hins,
at least to have more tolerance for them.

Most of them are simple folk,
when they get dragged along adventuring,
they barely know what's going on.

I have never thought about it that way.
But I will now, thank you Nelie.

She spoke eagerly on joining our band.
I saw no reason to deny her,
all are welcome after all.
And she shows more than enough good intentions.

Her presence will be good for Dag,
but for me and Leta as well,
who live off the earth.

For all the good deeds I do here,
will it ever wash my hands clean?
 

[ILLY6666]

I have spent several days with Nelie now.
Even comforted her, as she did me the prior night.
I grow used to her company, since we have been so scattered lately.
We spoke of love and what a strange emotion it was.

Perhaps magic even.
Some give their lives for it, some take lives.
Some achieve tremendous feats in the name of love.
It's ambiguous, and mysterious.
A word that brings our both curiosity and irk in me.

I feel like a child grasping for the dark,
knowing something is there.
At the same time, I am afraid, that it will hurt.

She spoke of her parents, who were farmers.
That love was when her father came home,
from a whole day at the fields.
Holding a flower and a certain look in his eyes - love.

If our band would get a name,
it would have something to do with bears.

They are loyal, they are fierce, and grow fast.
Fast like we have. In numbers and in strength.

Owlbears? Ursa, another word for bear.
Suggested by Nelie.

She told a story about her companion.
How his mother was killed by poachers,
and Nelie's other the cub home.

She formed a bond with it that lasted.
That lasts still. Attachment.
A curious thing.

We after spoke of sprit animals.
That you first have to understand the animal,
in a basic sense. How it functions.
But usually, you get chosen by it.
Rather than the way around.

Turn you into a fluffy kitten,
and pet you all day.
That would be a carefree existence, indeed.
Honestly, I would not mind closeness,
without having to be turned into a fluffy kitten.

I tried my hand at bowyering today.
It went pretty well, and I made several.
A few shortbows and a few longbows in beech.

We found a man, bleeding in the forest.
Carefully watching the trees, we found no threat.
After some healing magic and bandages, he was good enough to stand.
At first afraid of my features, but I managed to calm him down.

His name is Sorin, a hunter and tanner.
After some talking, we struck a deal.
Eight fang per leather patch.
So that Dag can start making armours.
I will meet him come dawn outside the temple.

Later we found a dwarf named Thorin, or Thoren. Thorsten.
And even later still, Lowe.

We all sit in the refuge right now, sharing stories, bonding.
Tomorrow I will take us to the outpost with undead.
We should be enough a force to prevail.

Another name, Sten. Family of Thorsten.

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Give 'em hell, give them all of the nine hells!

Those are the words I remember shouting yesterday.
When we were in the ruined outpost of undead.
A trifling battle, it proved.
I somehow fell into all that reading about command.
About tactics and formations. It felt, natural.

Nelie and Leta distraced the Garda while everyone else passed,
towards a known nest of wolves.
Everyone waited ahead, but I could not.
I feared for both of them.
My worry was misplaced, though, a good thing.
I hate being right about the bad things,
I am it too often.

It started off so well, hunting wolves.
Then we fought lycans, fairly easily.
As if all of us hand spent years fighting together.
We prevailed. Again, and again.

But that's when I lost it.
My heart raced suddenly,
as if needles pierced it.
I felt my blood calling.
The taste of blood, the iron kind of taste.

The narrow halls proved our advantage.
The wall of shields and fiery weapons,
proved far too much for the lycans to handle.

Everyone did great, with the healing,
with the positioning.

When you break everyone's strong and weak sides down,
and their abilities. It's easy to imagine a puzzle,
where you have to fit the pieces.
Or a chess-board.

Eventually we went deeper, into the literal maws of hell.
A passage within the cave shaped like a gaping wolf,
ready to take a bite out of anything that comes close.

Those battles proved to difficult and we turned back.
I felt my blood boil worse.
As Ama exclaimed her dislike to slay the lycans,
dark thoughts stirred in my mind.
I am sorry Ama, I did not mean the things I said.

I realized, then. I had killed, sentient beings.
Rabid men, shaped like wolves.
But sentient none the less.

I forgot myself. I forgot these last few weeks.
I was back in Thay. Doing the bidding of Irthus.
Those horrible experiments.
The taste of blood in my mouth grew worse, I saw red.

We left the cave, I barely remember the moments between that,
and standing outside the rangers hut.
Brynjar had approached me, I managed to snap out of this [spacing]
trance-like state.

Leta appeared after, placed her hand upon my shoulder.
For a moment I thought it on fire, as if cold-iron had cut into my flesh.
But then it faded, as quickly as it had come.

I hate you.
The thought crossed my mind,
but it was not directed at her.
It was directed at myself. 

She lead me back into the hut, then I only remember waking up in the morning.
Everyone had slowly started leaving, and then we were alone.
Like many nights prior, alone by the cauldron.

She expressed a worry for me.
It feels so stupid when I write it now.
Of course she worries.
We all worry about each other.
But why did I feel so surprised?
Happy, perhaps.
I could not help but to smile.

After that, we went back towards the camp.
Close to it, we began discussing our companions.
And more specifically, my nicknaming.
I do not do it with thought, simply with feeling.
I say what feels appropriate and somehow it turns out to be.

Snowflake, her appearances make it evident.
Buttercup, because it's a small and delicate flower.

Then Leta asked what I would call her,
given a chance to pick a new one.

I was at a loss, at first.
But then it came to me.

Luna
Rashemi for "moon".

For the moon is beautiful.
It is a shining beacon in the night,
that lights up the paths for weary travellers,
and forest-walkers alike.
A guide amidst the darkness.

Sorin joined us when I was done explaining that.
She looked genuinely happy to hear those words.
We discussed our previous deal and made the exchange.
He was interested in "joining" our band.
Even though there's no actual joining process.
Leta welcomed him, and he looked happy to be.

Then I got a massage, and only then realised,
how incredibly sore and tense my body is.
Ever since I got dropped into Barovia.
I have been mining, hunting, working,
travelling and all the other things.

I think Sorin became uncomfortable with our company,
and eventually decided to sleeping instead of sitting with us.

Soare, because you are warm and kind,
and optimistic and seek to cast light,
on mysteries.

That's the name you gave me.

I can't describe how happy it made me,
hearing those words from you.
My heart stopped for a moment and I wish I had

But at the same time, it brought some sadness.
Could you have meant what crossed my mind?
A hint that we could never be?

For the sun and the moon are always apart.
One leaving, while the other arrives,
in an endless cycle, never destined to meet.

Ack, I wonder.

But I will swallow those thoughts for now,
and only focus only on the happiness they bring.

[ILLY6666]

I met Brynjar come morning, in the refuge.
He brought a dwarf by the name of Egil,
raised with bears I believe.
I hope he crosses paths with Nelie.

Our master-skald really knows what to say,
what story to tell.

This time, he told me about childhood friends.
Two dwarves that spent all their time together,
and the man was in love with the woman.

But she was better than he at everything,
so he did his best to follow her in all her glory.
Eventually she became a shield-maiden.
The man sough the finest gifts he could.

Many years had passed, and one day she had to leave.
As a parting gift, she kissed his cheek and then she was gone.

Some days later, her shield was brought back - broken.
All that time he spent finding her the right words,
the right gifts. He lost in actual time with her.

The story brought a shiver to myself.
I thought of Leta.

Afterwards, he promised me to get hold of some books.
Also show me the library of Dvergeheim.
I told him about my past, what I was intended to become.

Horned Hero.

That will be my saga, Brynjar?

Eventually he left with Egil,
and I was alone once more.
I practised some more carpentry,
and then went to sleep.

I found Leta come morning.
The moon was out the prior night.
She was he other self again.

She asked me to come hunt,
and I would never deny her.

To the horizon, and beyond.

She was her more frantic self, focused on the hunt.
We ran into some spiders but came out on top.
She continued, despite her injuries.

We went to fight beetles,
where she eventually passed out from the heat.
Good thing. I can't bring myself to knock her out.

After that, she snapped out of the more frantic state.
We headed to the camp.

Now I write after having sketched her,
having mentioned that I could after she showed me a palette.
I have little experience painting, but sketching is close to heart.
After all, it's what I have to do when studying things.
When I make my notes, just, not so much lately.



I would draw a moon, but you are the moon Luna.
The pillar is mostly for a sense of space.

[ILLY6666]

A few days have passed since I wrote.
Seeing as many of us have been apart,
I lost my rhythm of writing a little.

The day started with a new face.
Maelstrom, a forest-walker like us I believe.
Luna was asleep for a bit longer than usually.

I explained the situation for such as us, to Maelstrom.
Also how our little community works, because,
calling it a band or group does not catch the spectrum of it.

After that we departed and came across Brynjar.
I explained Luna's affliction to him.
I trust him like a grandparent. And he gave me a lead.
The vistani walk off into the woods when the full moon is out.
And they don't let anybody follow.

We head back towards the camp after that,
Luna was pretty calm the whole trip.
We got some beech and oak on the way.
I set to my carpentry while Brynjar watched her.
I never saw them after I was done.

Instead I head into Vallaki.
An outlander merchant seemed to have no problem,
selling a few of his bags to me.
Together with rope and a hook.

I briefly came across Snow,
but we separated as she went towards Krofberg with her ox.

After that I met Nelie, as she was heading for the Vistani.
I accompanied her and it got dark before soon.
We set up camp in our usual spot.

A man in colourful armour and menacing mask approached us.
He offered a gift of sorts, a pouch of coins.
So that he could share our fire.
I could not take the man's coin and neither could Nelie.
He was welcome to join us by the fire none the less.
His name was Toko, Hamura. I believe.
A Kara-turan.

And it turns out Nelie, is actually Nelia.
I feel silly as I've written it wrong all this time.
But she did not mind and we agreed,
that I would continue to call her Nelie.

She informed me that Ama has felt a great doubt,
about staying in our community because of the cave.
Because of the lycans we slew there.

I still remember the time between exiting the maws,
and ending up outside the hut pretty badly.

I will speak with her when I can,
I would not want her to leave because of this.

My moon, where are you?

[ILLY6666]

Luna, I am sorry.

[ILLY6666]

Before I write anything else.
I must say I'm thankful that I still live.
That I still will get to see my friends,
that I will still be able to spend time with Luna.

The day started with me finding her,
we went gathering herbs and towards the hut.
We wrestled. She obviously won.

As I laid pinned to the ground,
feeling the weight of her body,
the closeness of her breath,
the deep warmth in her dark eyes.

I know now.

We separated after spending some time in the hut.
I went back to the refuge to try out yew.
I managed to make a bow with it.

I have used it, but it's intended for Luna.
I tied a malenchite to it, as a decoration.
I hope she likes it, it has been the death of lycans.
For this, I name it Wolfsbane.

I asked Skald the next morning to help me get more Yew.
He agreed and helped out, we went pretty far up the lake.

We even saw a white stag, and he chased after it.
Eventually he came back with its horns.
Pearly white horns flecked with blood.

I asked him to not hunt any more of them,
thinking about Nelie. She really wanted to see one.
He said he would not.

Then we decided to meet outside the neuri cave.
After he'd get his companions.
While I waited, I went inside another forest.
Got some of that bark from the strange trees,
and then left after I saw some shadows. Living shadows.

The hunt started out well.
Despite the suspicion from a few of his companions,
it was not long before they were accepting of me.

Vivienne, Jacqueline (Jackie), Remi, Nyven, Skald. 
Those are the names I know.
Note to self g   

[ILLY6666]

Note to self: find magical cloth.

Nelie had earlier interrupted my writing.
Not that I mind, it is always nice to see her.
Of course, she noticed that I wasn't exactly well.

Some talking, salves and a massage later.
She departed to go about her business,
but more on that later.

We came across an elf, inside a shipwreck,
inside the cave, past the maws.
Lyana.

She was the pirates prisoner and ship cleric.
Speaking that they were beasts before all of this,
if not in body, then in heart.

They were caught in a terrible storm.
Eventually sealed themselves inside the lower deck.
Their ship submerged and was hitting things.
Eventually they somehow wound up inside that cave.

But something knew about their arrival.
It was the hunting grounds of some kind of beast.
A lycan.

The ship captain has made some kind of pact with it.
Which entails that each time he is killed,
his essence returns to a phylactery and he is brought back alive.

Either way, I hope to get news of this to Ama.
I am sure she'll be happy to know of this.
Nyver, a cleric of Helm, offered his help.
I told him about Ama.

Now we get to he nasty part.
We fought a terrible battle upon a small bridge.
Seven of us, and eight or more of them.
We held out, barely.

My former training in Thay and Jackies enchantments,
proved to be a lethal mix indeed.
My arrows were the ones to be the last to hit many lycans.
Felling them. Hence the previous note; Wolfsbane.

We were all bleeding, all but me really.
We decided to turn back, to recover.
But instead were ambushed further back the caves.
They tore our warriors to pieces and everyone else fled.

That's when I wrote it: Luna, I am sorry.
For I hoped that if I die, she may get this journal.
So that the last I ever wrote, was to her.

Not long after, trying to sneak out the cave.
I encountered a lycan, and he chased me.
But it was not long before I felt an intense heat upon my back.
Followed by wetness and pain. I was clawed.

I stumbled forward and fell helplessly onto the ground.
I thought of you, my friends. I thought of you all.
Accepting my demise, for I had already written my last words.

As I was about to breathe my last breath, I heard it.
Someone was nearby, luring away the lycan.
Followed by some fighting and its whimpering.

I felt a great relief as healing magic washed over my body.
I wanted to cry our in joy, but it was not time for that.
Jackie and the others had come back. They saved me.
A great debt I'll do everything I can to repay.

Skald and another had fallen, truly fallen.
They were carried back to the temple, where I chose to depart.
And there I sat, writing in my journal before Nellie showed up.

We spoke about my past, about how I've never been with anyone.
It's no surprise really. I have written about it before.

I was cold and callous in Thay,
before Anzar broke me out from the stone wall,
that his father had so eagerly helped me raise.

Women were of no real interest.
Not that anyone dared or wished to approach me.
Not all share your fascination with horns, Nelie, not all.

Anzar took me to a bordello once,
I remember I was not exactly thrilled about it.
It's not something I want by paying.
But his intentions were good, I forgave him for that,
a few days later.

Nelie gave me a massage, applying some kind of salve.
It burned as if cold-iron could be made into salve, almost.

That's the second massage I've gotten since I got here.
I only recollect as I write, that Anzar did give me such as well.
Usually after the training that I got in those last few years,
before I was sent on my mission for Barthus,
before I ended up here.

It is nice, and strange at the same time.

I am so used to physical contact, only being of pain.
When someone would punch me, for instance.

I told Nelie not to tell Luna anything.
I can't see why it would be a good thing doing such,
but she said I should anyway. That it's right.

For now, I am happy.
Happy to live.
Happy to have my friends.
Happy that they care.

Anzar, are you happy right now?

[ILLY6666]

That day started with me and Nelie hunting hobgoblins.
We went to the cave with the tin.
It was a fierce battle as we were heavily outnumbered.

But a bear that had gladly came along tore through their ranks.
As if a bull would through paper.
Eventually, he succumbed to the many stabs and arrows.
Night had fallen and we decided to stay in the cave.

We had found Elna, woman of a dwarven couple.
She was barely alive, but pulled through come morning.
She left at dawn. But before that, me and Nelie spoke a lot.

I would save you, you know that?
Be it from the garda, lycans or vampires.
If so the Gods turned against you,
I'd stand by your side - we all would.

We are a family, all of us.

We found Luna come morning,
and Elna again.

Who joined us as we went deep inside the cave complexes.
It was calm for several hours, Luna was simply gathering herbs.

Eventually we came across strange shadowy creatures.
And after that gargoyles. We were victories.
At least then.

More of those and several puddings were the fall of Elna.
We had been below Dvergeheim all this time.
And so we ventured upward.

Elna rewarded us with a very special war-axe.
A gift for Dag I believe.

Both she and Nelie departed.

Luna seemed concerned over something,
it took some time before she finally spoke of what it was.

I know so little of you.
Of your past.

I felt reluctant to share, I did not want her to know of that darkness.
But she insisted and it was not right to deny her.
I asked that we go somewhere calmer and she lead me to a cave.

It seems to be some shelter of sorts.
With bedrolls, a kettle and even some tables and a bookshelf.

I told her everything.
Everything I could fit into words.

Of Irthus use of me and my salvation with Anzar.
Of that I was intended to become.

A taker of lives.

I was done and suddenly she was in front of me.

My heart raced.

First, we just looked at each other.
And as she looked down.

There is no time to lose.

The thought raced in my mind, I reached out to hold her chin.
To raise it again so our eyes would meet.

The warmth of your dark eyes.

You looked right into my soul,
however scratched and scarred it must have seen.
But you looked.

The warmth of your olive, soft, skin.

My heart raced faster, the air felt charged.
I do not know how many moments had passed.
I knew this was not a time to hesitate.

Her lips glistened, her eyes flicking down to mine.

I knew yours raced as well.
I could feel it, all of it,
as you never tore away your eyes.

I will not let you slip between my fingers.

My hand moved, as if instinctively.
I cupped your cheek.
I felt out of breath.

Kiss her. Kiss her now or face the regret. Forever.

I pulled her closer, as I leaned in myself.

Soare, as the moon shines because of the sun.
Let me shine for you.

There is only one moon, and she is before me.

Our lips met.
My world turned into cinders in that moment.
A flash fire that devoured it all.
My heart, my soul, my pain.

We held each other now.
And as if for a moment, the world stood still.
Just for us.

From these ashes I rise.
Brighter than before.
Stronger, because of you.

Union. Love. Intimacy.
Questions I had sought the answer for.
I understand them even more now.

I could spend all eternity finding the right words,
and still not describe all that I feel for you.


Mi Luna. I will always be cu Soare.

[ILLY6666]

We went to Vallaki the next day, got an Ox and head to Krofburg.
Then back to Vallaki again and the next location is the herbalists house.

I feel so much more at ease now, mi Luna.
I no longer have to walk around and wonder.
I know what I feel and I even more gladly spend time with you.

We meet Dodger, a friend of Nelie's at the herbalists.
Luna did what she does best and taught him some recipes.
I went to sleep as it was getting late, eventually.

I will go get some yew and head to the refuge.
Good luck with the brewing mi Luna.
Was the words I departed with come dawn,
kissing her gently on the cheek.

The trip was trivial and I got what I needed.
I met Lowe and Remi outside the Vistani.
And all of us gathered in the camp.

I proceeded with my bowyering and offered each to them.
Then I taught Lowe what I could about archery.
He's having a pretty rough start,
but if keeps trying, I am convinced he'll gt it.

Curse you old dwarf, and bless your soul.

That's what I thought in that cave,
when Luna said that he'd told her the same stories he did myself.
I will have to thank him in a more elaborate way later, I wonder how.

He has played a big role in funneling us,
like paper-boats on a small stream,
towards our future, towards the present.

I only think about, what will happen,
the next cycle of the full moon.
Will she feel the same?

Will some horrible truth come out,
that it was out of pity?
Or simply appreciation?

I don't want to think about it this way.
But my mind always grasps,
to explore all possibilities.

But the look in your dark beautiful eyes.

It could nave been naught else but genuine.

[ILLY6666]

It's been a few days, a few very long days.
Bittersweet in their way.
I feel fatigued from all that has happened.

After my last entry, we found each other outside vallaki.
And decided to take an ox to Krofburg with supplies.

The scars on right arm attest on how well that went.
The crag cats were simply too many.

If not for some strangers, we'd both be dead.
My heart was heavy as stone when I saw her.
Lying, bleeding onto the cold mountain rock.

But I could not bring myself to weep.
Instead, I picked her up and just started walking.
Darkness had already surrounded me,
before I managed to reach Dvergeheim.

All I could think of, was how fast I needed to get you back.
Your blood spilled onto my clothes and hands, and the mountain rock.
As I carried you for what felt like days.

I won't let you die before me.

I would defy the heavens to bring you back, mi Luna.

We found Ama in the temple there and all three went to the cave.
The cave in which only some nights prior, Luna and I shared union.
Luna decided to rest, while I told Ama about the pirate lycans.
And offered her our support and that of Nyvar.

For the next few days we hunted.
Both in caves and sewers.
We preyed on giant spiders and came across the biggest yet.
It was a fierce battle and thanks to Skal'ris,
we survived the whole ordeal, coming out on top.

We sold all we found.
Before it was only me and Luna again.

We head to the herbalists house by the shore,
on my request that we spent some time alone.
The cycle of the full moon was near.

A day later still, we hunted and ended up in the cave.
Again the cave of our union. It's strange.
How we always ended up here in these few days.

Not that we hadn't lacked the time for such things,
in the small grove near Vallaki between those days.
But I digress.

I don't want to forget my time with you.

Those words burned into my mind and heart.
I hope you realize that. They filled me with conviction.
I would find a way, for you to never forget.
I will, I must.

The moon wishes to steal you away from me, mi Luna.
I won't let it.

You only spoke of it, before it struck you seconds later.
Like a dagger from the dark, severing arteries and bone.
Lunatio, that's what the vistani call it. I know now.
Something half-vistani become afflicted with.

You began to act your uncontrolled self.
I applied pressure to some spots that knocked you out cold.
Usually you'd break free from any attempt I make to detain you.
But not this time, this time I wanted you to rest.
It was too late in the night for you to simply run away.

I decided.

Come dawn, I lead you towards the vistani.
I had heard or something happening there on this day.
This was my chance to approach them.

Apparently it was some kind of excursion.
We and about twenty more people got onto the caravan.
We head out of Barovia, only to be stopped by a sodding army of zealots.

Emma Stranglehold or something, I can not bring myself to recall.

I do not want to.

She was slain, and many of our traveling companions as well.
We fled, as the rest got shackled.
I think, me and Luna were the only ones to escape.
We followed the trail of our captured companions.

My heart had raced again, when I lost you in the confusion.

We ended up outside a castle, and found a way in through the well.
We found all the people, the very disorganized people.
Sodding fools.

They left us behind despite that we provided an escape route.
We decided to search for the vistani, as nobody had said anything.
When we turned back and head out the castle, the bridge burned.

I felt it stir in me.

Luna was tearing apart as well, she was afraid.
But I did not have time to be.
We took our climbing gear out of the packs,
and caught up to our ungrateful companions.

Eventually we wound up in a forest and some mannor.
The details of that place escape me.
I remember the anger, the taste of blood of my mouth.
I remember punching a hin in the face.

Luna wanted to leave, she was so tired.
I was tired.

And this hin, no, gnome. Was responsible for the delay.
Eventually we escaped the Shadow-something mannor.
I will write the details later when I recall them.

The vistani told me she can't be cured.
But gave me a few potions, that would at least ease it.
The effect won't last forever, but Luna can learn to make more.

She has to.

[ILLY6666]

Lunatio, is it by some irony that it's called such?

I met up with Nyver in the outskirts,
finally finding the peace and quiet to speak with him.
We both agreed on the whole lycanthopy thing.
So next step is to introduce him and Ama.

As a note on my researches,
spiders are not immune to their own poison.
Not when it enters their bloodstream.

I have conducted this on the larger spiders,
using arrows and the poison from their glands.
The blood around the wound, the green that is,
becomes more dense and jelly-like in texture.
Compared to all the other blood.

Since I inflict the spiders with poison before their death,
and let them wander for an hour or two before killing them,
I know their bodies get a chance to fight it.

Serves them right, bit of their own medicine.

After I spoke with Nyver, we found domn Skald.
Together with Jackie, Taiven and another woman.
Taiven I met before on that sodding caravan.
I offered my apologies for the harsh behavior then.

We ventured to the Terg ruins, as I was explained.
Apparently, the Tergs were a people that conquered Barovia.
But were beat down by Von Zarovich, whose descendants now rule.

I must question the fact of vampires, where did they come from?
Would this be the same Tergians that came here ages ago?
Why are they vampires now, if so?

I think of Barovians and their abilities, their technological advances.
They couldn't possibly have fought back against Tergians.

Not when they are vampires, and hardly when they were not.
How could a people who built such elaborate complexes be defeated,
by farmers and guards with simple weapons?

We advanced steadily inside the ruins for a good bit,
before stumbling into two giant bone constructs.
At this point we were forced to flee and Skald fell.

We retreated and instead of regrouping a woman decided to run back.
I find myself loathing this kind of behavior.
This senseless kind of heroism.

Because it's not heroism, it's just being stupid.
She should have stayed with everyone else and prepared,
so we could go in full force, she could even cast wards.

No, this woman, bleeding, decided to run back for the others.

Luckily, Taiven, Nyver and Elias- a man in black who joined us earlier.
Were closer to our senses and with a few invisibility potions and spells,
we retrieved all the bodies from the clutches of the constructs.

I had to lead away the one topside though,
one that managed to catch up and smack me against a tree.
I shrouded the vicinity in darkness, an ability that has saved me many times.
And fled.

Everyone else had easily made their ways past the place,
of the construct guardian, by then.
We also met Elna and Falru, who helped us take the fallen back.
I departed once we reached the church.

The next morning I heard commotion as I passed a cave.
Turns out mi Luna and Geredian were fighting undead.
I spent no moments hesitating before leaping in to save them.
A shrouded mage helped us out as well.

We found Dag at that point, and Lanelle.
We then head for the camp as it was getting dark.
I told the full story of the damned excursion.
I tried to keep it simple so Dag could follow it as well.

Come morning we split up.
Me and Dag went to mine and mi Luna to brew.
Woe us as the smelters were busted again,
so we decided the mountains to accompany her instead.

Dag had some minor breakdown,
it seems some memories haunt him,
from the time before.

He expressed a worry for that we'd leave him,
if we knew of the bad things he had done.
We assured him that would never be the case.
He calmed down soon after that.

Nelie showed up, and we head towards the refuge.
After spending a moment[an s is crammed in] with Luna upstairs.
Me, Dag and Nelie went to get some yew cross river.

We stumbled upon Cern for a while and decided to meet at dusk,
back at our usual refuge, the Degannwy camp.

Dag decided to be on his own for a while,
so it was me and Nelie left.

It got dark too fast, and the camp was too far away.
We took shelter inside a cave complex somewhere out in the farms.

I realize I might have treated Nelie more as a child, than I have a woman.
This made clear to me as we spoke through the night.
But she does not make it easier, with her endearing and adorable demeanor.
Though there was a break in that when she spoke of more, adult things.

We heard commotion come morning, and decided to investigate.
Some pale elf and Geredian, the same one Nelie spoke of that had pester her,
were bleeding out on the cavern floor.
We got them up fast and climbed the rope our of the complex. 

I may have spoken a bit too harshly to him,
and Nelie was a little upset with me after that.
But she's too kind to tell him to give her some space,
so I simply decided to do it myself.

The last familiar faces of the day were Sorin and Brynjar.
I saw them outside the temple and I stayed and spoke for longer,
than I would like to spend on that cursed ground.

I hinted to Brynjar about me and Luna, and that she waited for me,
at Degannwy still. After that I told him I have a grand story for him.

He gave me a bundle of books, a box of herbs and hurried me away.

He was right to do so, after all.

My moon waited.

[ILLY6666]

The coming day I was off to the outskirts,
having left my moon to rest for a little while more.

There I sold a few bows for 60 fang a piece,
and it kind of surprised me that some paid such price.

My moon showed up not much later,
when we prepared to hunt neuri in the cave.

Most of the people were part of Skald's fellowship,
himself included of course, but also a few others.

Among them was a dwarf, stout as he is proud.
Sadly I forgot to jolt down his name.
His and that of a martial artist.

We pushed through the cave with growing success.
Jackie warded my bow and my nimbleness.
This combination is incredibly lethal,
as I know the sweet-spots of those lycans.

We defeated the captain and took the treasure.
It occurred to me when we were divvying up the loot.
Would something equal of the spell "Clarity",
have any effect on the Lunatio?
It's worth investigating.

We left, sold everything and a new band formed.
This time we would go to an old monastery.
To fight spirits and spectral spiders.

After a rough start, as they swarmed us greatly,
only the final battle was nearly as challenging.
But we managed, albeit most of us are drained now.
Something we'll have to see to soon.

We returned and did the same as last time.
I decided it was time for a rest and Luna wished to follow.
We decided upon Degannwy,
and their very accommodating rooms upstairs.

I had now also introduced Ama with Nyver.
Sadly they did not get along as I had hoped.
We found her again walking towards Degannwy.

As last, we were alone.

You said so yourself, mi Luna.
We do not spend enough time alone with each other.
But in these moments that we do, they fill me will peace and resolve.

Sothi nuinqua tsalarioth - Faithful beyond death.

Words I hope we never have to prove.
But when we do finally succumb to old age,
having lead rich and full lives.

I will find you.

I will crawl out of any abyss,
my wretched soul ends up in.

And I will find you.

Because you are my moon,
and the moon is eternal,
as is my love to you.