[A journal, bound in black leather, covered in intricate, flowing runes, smelling like a forest]
First entry
[The words are written in a elegant, flowing cursive of Elven]
So...
I guess I should start a journal?
Eyes Like Lightning has one... and it might be useful, to remember things. And it will be useful, for the Drain. And it's nice, to write in the Low Tongue again...
I'm rambling again.
I, Karis Nailo, of Kydoba, of the ashes of Nanakary, am starting to write. Not in the High Tongue. I have time, here, in the endless woods, but even my people cannot spend their whole lives tracing the infinite pathways of High Elvien. I did the cover, though. That took time, but if felt nice, to make something of beauty for myself. I like the way it looks out here in the forest: me/mine/all that we have lost. It is... not joyous, but... sometimes, that's what needs to be said. In any case... I'm rambling again. My mind walks strange paths these days, lost in that endless, insidious mist...
I... am mislaid, here. Back home, I always had some kind of... purpose! Now, all I am is... empty. My God... feels so distant here. And cannot feel... anything. My family lie dead in the sand and the dust for long than most human lifespans, the Congregation is in a world beyond my reach, and everyone here is so... distant. Empty. There are exceptions, of course: Kelraj, and Hypatia, and Ron and Val and Wyatt and Sarade, and more recently, Eyes, but... this place... feels wrong. My God is empty, and I am hollow, and the natives are so ignorant, and... I'm lacking something. I need to do... something, in this empty place. I... would like. To keep meeting, with Eyes... he makes me feel alive again, not like some hollow, half-formed thing. And, maybe, if I create enough Undead, or improve their forms, or... do something with the myriad Dead in this place, my God will find me. I moved a skeleton, to wipe out a whole cave of bandits, and still nothing...
Maybe, I'm not trying hard enough. I have been helping at the Hospice, and the Wound (hopefully)... but surely, They will know that I will be far more useful in life now!
I am distracting myself again. I need to take a break, from all of pointless conflicts in this place. But... I don't want to lose Eyes. If he falls, and I am not there to bring him back into his body...
I will not lose him. We have so little time, before he will probably end up fading like a leaf in Famine.
I will be back. I have given myself a limit, 3 weeks, to rejoin Eyes, and the rest of this place... I cannot run from things forever, but... I cannot remain here either. I will be back, but for now. I will meditate. Maybe, I will find the things I have lost, in the dark, forgotten places of my mind. Maybe, I’ll find peace, and respite, and the ashes of my family.