Deorgast

It has been long since Deorgast had seen his friends. About a year ago, he dedicated his bowmanship to the art of hunting, and left his life as a sellsword, as he decided he was not fit to be one. However, he missed every single one of his companions, and he held them dearly in his honest heart. If only he knew they still live and are well, he'd be quite satisfied with his life...

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.

Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost

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.
 

My heart stopped beating earlier today, and my eyes could scarcely believe what they saw, even now my hand shakes as I record this entry...