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.
There will be but few names that one truly trusts amongst the company. Deorgast, a man of honor and skill. One will always remember when he confronted that of Lord Emion Dourthe in defense of Lady Glorria. His bravery would have gone alone, but one chose to accompany Deorgast before the unfortunate demise of Lady Glorria later in the evening. Dataak, one met before the Dawn... Sharing a drink within the Inn of the Prancing Pony and aiding that of an Elf seeking a relic within the Barrow Downs. His skill with a blade served one well, watching his back whilst deep within the tombs in search for treasures presumed to powerful for man. Of course, Fiontann. One considers him brother and dear friend. His life would be forfeit if not for Fiontann, risking that of his company to aide in one’s rescue. Though he would not accept it, one has sworn oath to aide Fiontann until death or favour returned...
Others of the Dawn one knows of will also be amongst us, though trust has yet to be earned... Taala, the Bastard Daughter of Hardoleth however has shown quality that one was blind to see before. Her skill with the bow has matched that of many he has witnessed, yet her brash obnoxiousness may become her downfall. One hopes not of this, though he believes a small piece of the girl perished with her father. One knows not of the feelings of such, as all are different. A grief consumed one after his losses and does so to this day...
Though it would seem that the Dawn have recruited another to join in this quest...
The Wolf of the North, Sigfread. The man shares that of a bloodline, one chooses to sometimes forget. He does not know of what or why the Wolf of the North has chosen to aide a band of sell swords but is curious of his meaning. He came to one’s abode, seeking council some weeks past. He was seeking out that of our kin, declaring that it was time for us to regroup and join forces once more...
One yet trusts that of his kin... After what took place... After Kervan... After... Her...
He shall take your locket with him, as always. His place by your side must remain reserved a little longer... Though if that of the Mountain refuses to take him, he shall slay those we once called enemy in honor...
The last of the preparations must be dealt with. One shall record his thoughts as we travel, just as she did...
