Ghosts of Illidia

LIfe in dead

It was hard night. I win tourney yet i feel sadness. I kill fellow fighter when not need to. We fight hard and now he dead and I alive. Only reason is he not able to grab on soon enough to me. We fight for long time yet he small and should given up when I pin.. He able to throw me off! He good wrastler. He attack so strong yet so small. He want to fight and we ight well, he just die after boot in face….maybe boot dangerous? No that dumb. Now he back. I see him in morning and he hobble out on bad body. He painful, yet he come out to shake hand. He strong like me yet a follower in robe? He like to go to church as a priest or something? So that mean I of cloth now? I not he say, kinda good cuz now I still have lady friends, but yet I think about Kord now. He always my reason for everything. I find out certain fights let you become one with church as you win more, acolyte, priest, red bird, and more. I wonder if that my true purpose, to use strength for Kord? I think hard on this. I strong but only Kord give me strength. Maybe I spend more time pray and talk to him…like Ashleigh. He want to be deity, maybe he know how I pray better for Kord. When I go to capital I find out about these fights and what they mean to my life If I win. It would be good to find out my purpose, but I promise drow elf that I help her first. Maybe I do both when in capital…A holy barbarian though? Even Kord may not like this. I ask

THen I see him as I say. He give my knuckles for fighting. It say puny and small or soemthing when elves tell me. I understand bbut why he hiut me with them? He see me as small and puny? I must figure out, maybe insult…..

THen there was our leaving. Our friend Reggie leave us. He say he want to stay for a while cuz in capital is trouble. We have drow elf who now fire elf and what else trouble we get in ? He say we must wait so I so ok and we leave. He meet us there. Cant wait

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Werewolf Attack

I left Covington in high spirits. The open road called to me and I hadn’t realized how much I missed traveling with my companions. Our travels were unimpeded for the first leg of the journey – I even managed to compose a few more songs; one for each of my party members. We came upon another campfire almost two weeks into our journey and this is where our trouble began. Alanna bravely ventured forth to ascertain whether the campfire close to us was friend or enemy. She seemed very disturbed when she returned and we decided to push forward. We didn’t want to bring any trouble that could be avoided so we kept on walking, arriving at the next town, Jiles around three in the morning or so. I cast a spell to disguise my appearance, hoping to be able to quickly get a room for the inn and rest for the night. When we got there, however, we realized that we had run into worse trouble than we had avoided. We heard a small explosion and fire; townsfolk were fleeing the other direction. Worried and hoping to be able to help the townspeople, we went towards the sounds to try and see what monster had been plaguing them. We turned a corner and came face with a gigantic, thirteen-foot werewolf holding the remains of a woman and child, his mouth dripping with the blood of the innocents he had slaughtered. Pulling out my bow, I let two shots fly, one missing and one seeming to hit but not doing any damage. I had a gut feeling that this fight was not going to go our way. Jig moved in to try and wrestle the creature and Ashleigh moved in as well, a small dagger in his hand. His arm suffered a massive blow and started bleeding. Cursing, I lowered my bow and drew my shortsword and kukri and moved forward to battle the thing. Somewhere in the thick of things, Alanna ran, which I was beginning to think looked like a better and better idea. A few seconds later, I saw her rush back in, eyes blazing, and whack the beast with her quarterstaff. I tried a couple of swings, all ineffectual, and managed to get myself bitten in the process. I yelled out that we needed to run as I defended myself against further attack. A few moments later, when no one seemed to be moving, I cast a spell to make mirror images of myself appear to confuse the beast and moved to run. Fear made me want to run as far and fast as I could but my concern for my friends ultimately got the better of me and I skidded to a stop about thirty feet away, near where Ashleigh had run. I turned towards the continuing battle and then cried out when a knife suddenly appeared in his hand and he began to cut into the shoulder that I had been bitten. Realizing what he was doing, I gritted my teeth and let him get on with it, yelling to Alanna and Jig to run out of the fight. When they didn’t move, I glanced towards my shoulder and saw that Ashleigh had pretty much finished up. Not having time to wait any longer and wanting to get out of the situation before one or more of us got killed, I rushed back into the fray, moving to attack the thing to give Alanna or Jig a chance to run. Finally, Ashleigh threw a dagger that made the thing stumble backwards and we ran away from the fight, Alanna getting a last spell in as Jig picked her up and we fled. My spell not having very long before it wore off, I moved to run towards the edge of town. When Ashleigh and I got to the edge of town, however, we noticed that Alanna and Jig were missing. Ashleigh went back to find them and I waited nervously at the edge of town. They returned a little while later and we camped out in a nearby house, keeping double watch.

The next morning, I awoke to Alanna turning me invisible and telling me to hide. I did so and a very interesting elf soon made his way into the house we had borrowed. A wood elf, he wanted to see the bite that the werewolf had made. I debated with myself, but finally dispelled the invisibility and let him have a look. He probed it, quite roughly, with some silver object and then declared that I should be fine. I breathed a sigh of relief and Alanna bandaged it up with a paste that is supposed to help one ward off the lycanthropy, should I have been infected. I was fairly confident after Ashleigh had cut out the poison and the wood elf deemed me pretty much off the hook that I hadn’t been infected, though I wouldn’t be fully at ease until the next moon-cycle came and went without incident. The wood elf turned out to be a werewolf hunter, hunting this particular werewolf for sixty years!! I figured him to be a capable protector, as he had so much experience with the things, and we left the city with him talking to the mayor. We saw a few more shapes during the night as we traveled, but none came too close and we finally made it to the outside of the capital.

Ashleigh told me that he might be able to undo the curse once we arrived at the capital and he talked to some people. A relief – it would be much easier than trying to gather the myriad reagents we would need to undo the curse. It almost seemed too easy. As we stood looking towards the city, my emotions underwent a battle of sorts. Relief that all would soon be over battled with an unexpected sadness at the breaking up of our group. The capital held so many possibilities. Ashleigh would most likely be able to undo the curse; whereupon my journey would be complete. Though I have grown to love my traveling companions, my love for Jericho was stronger. Alanna had been traveling to protect me and, after the capital, I would no longer need that protection. Alanna could continue her studies in druidism and sorcery; Jig just seemed along for the ride – I wasn’t exactly sure of what he would do beyond the capital. Ashleigh could continue wandering, searching for his godhood. I could do little to aid in that. Though it was a terrible thought, some part of me almost wished that the lycanthropy would take hold, to give me a reason for continuing to travel with my current companions. If I was uncontrollable during certain times, it would make it near-impossible to travel alone and find the new Sabwa without incident. Shaking my head ruefully at the disturbing notion, I shook off the thought and turned my thoughts again to Jericho and the new Sabwa. I should be able to pick up a scroll or two of a message spell to find out where the new city was and head back in that direction, though it would be extremely odd not to have to disguise myself- it had been many years since I had known what it was to be a normal elven bard, with nothing to hide or explain. I smiled in anticipation of the moment that I finally got to walk back home; it already seemed too long since I had last seen Jericho’s face.

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Big Black Death

It came from woods. It dark color with white and red. IT attack defensless city. We see when leave COvington nice night. We spend week traveling and resting, healing from sex. It nice to rest with no one spending time woeing over how sexy self is. I know I awesome with ladies, butsometime it just curse. We leave and finally be on way. After long time on road we finally see new city, not capital but place to rest. But not time to rest as werewolf attack! We go to town to help. We see very tall werewolf with black fur red and white too! It look mean and have more meat in hands than my tribe eat in a day. We see it and it see us. We try to take it down, it bad! I hold on to it and other fight it..kind of. Alana attack it with stick.. not hlep much but she do what she do. Kirra attack with boy but again no real help there as he seem to not get hurt. Then Ashliegh decide to help..only to get arm almost taken off with big claw. I hold on wolf long enough to not let friends get too hurt. I hold as long as I can telling friends to leave after they keep getting hurt. They not listen, Alana keep fighting with dog I tell her go but she keep fighting. I keep trying to hold on but too strong, seem stronger than Grimm was. Finally I not able to hold on and he get to friends. He hurt a little bit, but really hurt friends. I about to drive him back and try with one big push, but Ashleigh throw weird silver thing at him. He get knock back and I grab Alana to run. She cast burn I feel warm. House sound like fire behind me. We start running and she tell me to put down. I ut Alana down and keep running into safe haven. As I about to be safe I get stopped and told to not go into safe area. I want to go in but Alanna say that I no longer stay with them ever if I go inside safe spot. My gut say go safe, but my friends important and I feel sad I never see them again. I let door close behind me. I sad safe house gone, now locked and werewolf somewhere by us. We gonna die. THankfully Ashleigh by us and he see no werewolf. He lead us to place to rest. I thought we die, but we rest instead.

Next day I wake up to dark elf holding Kirra arm. I told he trying to help butkeep eye on him. I watch as he keep hurting Kirra. Once I try and be nice and squeeze shoulders hard telling him relax. he then call Ashleigh dumb for some reason, maybe cuz he had sword in hand ready to fight. I no know why he call AShligh dumb but finally he leave and he help Kirra…i guess. We then leave city to be going to capital. City in ruins and I not want to get blamed as we new. FInally we reach capital. We figure out that once we get in Kirra maybe saved from curse! If that case I must figure out what to do. She probably leave and I go with her as I her friend. Maybe Kord can give me things to do on way. Maybe I hear full calling in Capital. We see

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Turmoil

We entered the capital city of Allister without incident. After a day’s worth of travel, we made it to a suitable inn and rested for the night. We accompanied Jig to the temple of Kord and returned that evening to rest. The next day marked the end of our heretofore uneventful venture into the city. We found someone who looked like Reggie, which was good. Ashleigh found out that he could remove the curse; which made me even happier. There was a catch, though. First, we had to build Ashleigh an altar in order for him to cast the spell. Secondly, no one was exactly sure what kind of side effects there would be. Anything from absolutely fine to near death. In the midst of all this, I found out something that tilted my world on its axis; never to be quite the same again. I am pregnant. I laughed it off as a joke at first; Alanna said that she had cast a spell that told her so and advised me not to undo the curse quite yet, so that it would not affect the child. I had never heard of such a spell and had never seen her cast said spell on me. But it turns out that she had known for awhile. While practicing her new druidic spells she was learning, she went through one that detected pregnancy and cast it on everyone in the party to practice. When the spell she cast on me came back positive, she had cast it again to ascertain the results. She even checked me again that night to make sure. It was true. I am very much pregnant. My relationship with Jericho, though strong, is still very new. I’m worried and not sure how he’ll take the news. I’m not sure yet how I feel about the news either. I know the baby will be a blessing and that life should be celebrated. I’m in shock over becoming pregnant at such a young age though; barely two hundred! And elven pregnancy is much rarer an occurrence than it is for the other races. Such a thing happening so quickly shocked me greatly. I took time that night, however, to look deeply into myself and find my center again. No matter how it had happened or the unnerving surprise of it all; I would find Jericho, would find where the group from Sabwa had made their home, and I would tell him what was going on. If it meant that my curse was with me a few more years, then so be it. I would find a way to undo it once the baby was born. Even if Jericho had come to regret the decisions of the two weeks we had been together, I would love the baby more than ever. I could return to Corindan to raise the little one. And if he was happy with what was going on, that was all the better. We had a family already started. Everything would be alright.

The next day, Alanna and I made a trip to a place that sold spell scrolls to search for a message spell. Though costly, it allowed us to communicate twenty-five words to Marius and have him reply in 25 words back. The downside was that we found out that Marius was trapped in the Shadow Plane and that the group had been separated. My thoughts immediately turned to Jericho and his safety. We sent another spell to Jericho and found out that he was with Logan, trapped in the Ethereal Plane. At least he was safe and Logan was alive and mending. He also told us that there was lots of grass around him and to look for the Phoenix Tree. I looked down and noticed my necklace glowing brightly. We sent Jericho one more message telling him where Marius was and that I was okay. I also sent him my love; for who knew how long it would be before we could communicate again. Jericho sent a reply saying to rescue Marius first, as the Shadow Plane would kill him. He said that he and Logan had plenty of supplies. His last words were “Nothing could stop my love”. A small, broken piece of myself that I wasn’t aware still existed snapped back in place. I felt tears welling up behind my eyes and struggled to control them as the necklace I wore began to attract attention because of how brightly it was glowing. I vowed to myself that, whatever it took; no matter how long it took, I would find Jericho and the others. Suddenly the curse and all that went with it, all the petty things I had been stressing over for the last few weeks didn’t matter at all anymore. I had found what truly mattered to me. I would find Jericho; would free him and the others or, by the gods, I would die trying. Alanna and I made our way back to the inn to bring the disturbing news we had uncovered to Jig and Ashleigh and to make some decisions about where we wanted to go next.

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Getting Ready

We decided to spend the money for one more message spell before we made our way back to the Turtle Crawl Inn that we were staying at. We attempted to contact Grimm to see if he was safe and if he was with Micah. We found out that he was lost in a forest somewhere but was not with Micah. We made our way back to the inn but Ashleigh was gone. We decided to spend the day there until he got back. I played for a little while to try and earn a little extra money. When we finally got everyone together again, we told Ashleigh what was going on. We all decided that Marius would be the one in the most danger. Ashleigh suggested finding a shadowmancer, who would have a better idea of what we were dealing with, trying to get onto the shadow plane. During the next couple of days, we found a shadowmancer who would be willing to try and retrieve Marius and we also found out that Micah was alive, but trapped in a magical prison somewhere in the mountains. We set most everything up to attempt a retrieval and plan on attempting to execute the retrieval sometime tomorrow. I hope everything will turn out alright. Everyone at Sabwa became a friend in the time we spent there and I worry for all of them; scattered and lost. It will be difficult trying to retrieve and find all who were lost, though at least everyone is still alive for the time being. One thing at a time. Once Marius is rescued and taken care of, we will set out to find the others. I fear for Micah’s safety; who knows who or what has taken him prisoner. I believe that he is probably in the most danger after Marius.

In other news, Ashleigh found out that my pregnancy shouldn’t affect the removal of the curse, which is good. Unfortunately, no one is quite sure if or how the werewolf bite will affect it. I think I will wait until after the next full moon, just to be sure. After that, maybe I will risk a remove curse spell. For now, the curse isn’t really a problem. Marius and the others’ safety should be ensured first and foremost. The other can be dealt with later; maybe even after the baby is born, just to be on the safe side.

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LAte night

SO…wow Big large ...halfling. He big but not big enough so I done with him. SO now we talk about Grimm. He lost in forest! Maybe I help him find way I miss him. He make me think. HE stronger than me, he fly, he strong with hammer, but he smart with words, still gruff but strong with words.. I wonder why he able…. Maybe one day I ….writing hard I speak now…{Orcish Translation}” AH yes, very well it is about time I could speak freely. So much has happened since I have seen my good chum Grimm. He is a strong man in heart and muscle, yet he has a subtle way about him. He can throw a human very far, yet he is not far from my memory. He seems to have an aura of power around him that I lack and I want to be able to stand beside him and really feel like an equal, not just someone who happened to wrestle with him once. A man is measured in so many ways. Strength, honor, courage, ability to protect the ones he loves. I won the tournament in Covington, yet this is not the strength I speak of. A fight in a tournament is not a fight that really matters. Now I have seen him fight his heart out. He has all those things, do I? He has taught me a lot and now he needs help. He is lost and I want to help him…Soon my good friend I will stand by you as Sabwa 2 is created, but until that day I will do what I can to learn from everyone around me. Just like Grimm, I will be tall of character and might. I will protect my ways.”

Hmm now I think about food. I like food. I wonder what to do when I become red bird…or even avatar of Kord….

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Rescuing Marius

It has been a whirlwind of preparations. The shadowmancer and Ashleigh left early in the morning to travel towards Marius. With nine hours to kill before the shadowmancer, Collin Querry would get anywhere near Marius. Jig went to pick up his gauntlets and I accompanied him. I spent the remaining hours playing at a bar, trying to earn some money for the many costly spells that we had used lately. Jig went with me. Finally, it was time. I woke up Alanna and all three of us made our way to the gentleman who had been casting message spells for us. We sent a message to Marius, telling him to send a signal in order for Collin and Ashleigh to find him easier. The spellcaster winced as Marius screamed the words of a spell. Worried, Alanna and I both jumped behind the counter to make sure that he was alright. Luckily, he was, though Alanna became very distraught by the scream. I was worried too, though I held my countenance a little better for now. The spellcaster brought out a music box to make her feel better. I was astonished as he opened it up and the beginning strains of “Jericho’s Song” drifted out. We eventually decided to wait until the next day to hear what news Collin would bring before we sent out another spell. Alanna suggested making an Altar of Ashleigh to try and bring him strength and to make sure he was as safe as possible. Trying to make her feel better, I agreed to the plan and all three of us commissioned the cloth for the altar and gathered the materials needed to “bless” it. Alanna asked me to pray to Ashleigh to try and strengthen him. Playing along, I figured it couldn’t hurt to make the attempt.

What followed next is something very strange. In the beginning, praying to Ashleigh felt very awkward. As we fell into a rhythm, however, and began speaking about things that concerned us instead of actually praising Ashleigh, it began to get a lot easier. Soon it felt peaceful; natural. I looked up a moment and saw Ashleigh’s symbol floating! I was stunned and tried to get the others to look in time but the interruption caused the symbol to fall back onto the altar. Intrigued, I began to pray, not just because it couldn’t hurt, but because I really meant it. The symbol eventually began to float again and Alanna and I prayed for as long as we were able.

In bed that night, I found it hard to sleep. I had followed Corellon Larethian my entire life; almost reflexively. I found the teachings of the other elves and my own belief in my god challenged. I had prayed to Corellon many times, more fervently than I even had today. Why had I never felt such a response; never felt as connected and part of something as I had tonight, praying to someone who thought he was a god. I had laughed at Ashleigh when he first described what he was doing. Perhaps I had been foolish; too hasty. Perhaps there was more to Ashleigh’s quest to become a god than I had realized. I felt unsettled, deep inside. I had some serious thinking to do in the next little while.

Collin returned the next day, with good and bad news. The good news was that both Marius and Ashleigh still lived and were no longer on the Shadow Plane. Marius, however, had been poisoned by the shadow plane. Ashleigh was watching over him and protecting him now but he needed a flower that grew only near the Abyss. We would have to retrieve the flower and make our way to them both if he was ever to be cured. We finished up our business in Allister and Alanna set up passage with her druid friends to the Abyss in a caravan that left the very next day. At least Marius was alive and had a protector. We could only hope that we would be able to retrieve the flower and return to them in time to cure Marius.

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Venturing to the Abyss

The last few days have been an experience that I would not care to repeat anytime soon. After discussing things among ourselves some more we ended up sending Jig and Collin to retrieve Marius and Ashleigh. They would then all return to a point a little ways from the abyss, where Alanna and I would meet them. From there, Collin would stay with the incapacitated Marius. Meanwhile, the rest of us would head to The Abyss to retrieve the flower needed to cure the shadow poison hurting Marius. And that is what we did, in short. The Abyss, however, was not a pleasant place to be. The flower was on the second tier, which meant a day-long climb into the Abyss, with various undead things streaming out. We managed to defeat the things we came in contact with, which was good. We made it down and harvested the flower. We had to spend the night next to The Abyss, however, as we didn’t want to risk climbing again in the dark, with who knows what creatures flying or crawling towards us. After much toil, and a couple of fights, we managed to climb back out of The Abyss the next day. I’m grateful that Jig was with us. If it hadn’t been for his expert climbing skills, we would have fallen to our deaths many times over. We managed to get the flower, with no casualties to our immediate party, and make our way back to Marius, where Alanna proceeded to administer the flower. Only time will tell how effective it will be. For now, we wait.

One good thing that happened on the journey was that a hawk, whom I named Whisper, found her way to me. She has been traveling with me since a little bit before we split from the druids. I find I really enjoy her company and I’m glad that she seems to have befriended me and is content to stay with me on our journey. Even in the deeper part of the Abyss, collecting the flowers, she stayed close to my side. I’m glad she’s here.

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All Wrong!

It’s wrong! All wrong. I wanted to be the one to tell Jericho about the pregnancy! I wanted to share that special moment and see the look of joy on his face as I shared the news. Me! It was an opportunity that will not come again and a large part of me regrets letting my companions talk me into telling him the news over a message spell. Such news is very intimate and I wanted him to be the one to know first, besides me. If only I had found out before Alanna and managed to disguise it somehow until we got to Jericho. I feel this moment, this part of my life has been snatched from under me, just as the curse of the drow in Lythiiri has snatched the past fifty-seven years of my life away. It is not fair to either of us. But if the ritual to undo the curse had gone more wrong I would have regretted him not knowing as well. I am torn – so torn. Maybe I shouldn’t even have told him; shouldn’t have told Marius either, for that matter. I just don’t know anymore. I feel so alone. I wish Jericho was here. I want to feel his arms around me and be able to look into his face. I miss the days when life was simpler. All that mattered was the forest and learning a few new songs. Talking to Niamh; walking the forests and thinking. Removing the curse went wrong as well. Ashleigh turned into a human with drow skin, white hair and one red eye on the first attempt while I remained the same. I debated with myself whether to try again. But Ashleigh seemed so sure of being able to do it if we tried again. And neither of us had gotten hurt the last attempt; just looked different. I shouldn’t have risked it. The results were worse than the first attempt. Ashleigh went back to normal, which was the only good thing. When all was said and done, after the second attempt, I looked like a strange mix of colors. White-haired elf by day and black-haired drow by night. I hate it; hate the mixing. It is one thing to be fully drow and know how to disguise myself; what to do. I know how to manage that – have been doing it for many years now. I could handle looking like my original self again…a little strange, yes, but I would be fine. If I even looked completely elf by day and completely drow by night (or vice versa) I could adapt and learn to live with that. I would know how to respond; react. Now I’m stuck in the middle; my whole body is twisted and wrong. Colors where they should not be…like some strange enigmatic monstrosity. I feel even more separated than before. I feel like my very world is pulling apart at the seams. At least if I looked fully like a drow I would know where I stood; what to do. But I just want to be normal again. To be normal. Yet I cannot risk the baby or any more of the party in the endeavor. It’s wrong. I hate having to put them on the line to sate a need to look like myself again. It shouldn’t matter as much as the lives of my friends. I hate it. Hate it & Hate it. If I could find a way on my own, I would. But I tried that and it didn’t help; didn’t work. Now at least there is a chance of finding a solution. I cried more than I have in a long time over these past few nights; though I tried to do it out of the sight of the others. I found a tree near the camp and sobbed for a long time. I thought of leaving; foregoing all the pain and the decisions that come with being part of a group and striking out on my own again. But that would not be fair to them; nor to Jericho. Would not help regain the residents of Sabwa scattered and lost. But I wanted to escape; to run and not have to worry. Maybe if I sit by this tree long enough I will just melt into it; become one with it and no one will ever find me; no one will ever know. When I thought my tears had run dry and there was nothing left in me I cried again. I hate the indecision; the feeling that so many people’s lives and feelings hinge on decisions that I have to help make. Is it because I prayed to another god? Is that why I feel so lost; so unsure? Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe my whole life has been one bad idea. I feel like no one understands. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, to feel this way. I feel scattered; pieces of a whole that have been torn beyond recognition and then thrown to the hurricane winds of life. Even my lute holds no solace for me. I pick it up just to set it back down again, lifeless and mute. I wish Jericho was here. I wish the werewolf hadn’t bitten me. It was dumb—so foolish to run up to it. My heart breaks for the child who might be affected for my actions; my heart breaks at the thought of the baby having to learn to live with something like that when I cannot help; cannot give comfort or guidance on the subject. Maybe it will be alright. Like Marius said, if the mother is not infected, the baby is usually not either. I don’t think I’m infected, which is a good thing. I’ve had three different people pronounce me alright. There is that in this mess of problems anyway. And at least Marius is safe for the moment and everyone is alive for the moment. If I could, I would go with Marius and find Jericho right now; worry about the others later. As much as my heart yearns to do just that, I know that that is not what either of them would want. Others; his friends and now mine are in more danger than he and it would be a mistake to not try and do all we could for them first. But I regret not being able to make that journey right now. If it hadn’t been for Jericho, I would regret having ever stepped out of Corindan in the first place. I just want to find a large rowan and stay by it forever; weep and watch the foolish world slip away until there is nothing left. I was immature; unlearned, unprepared to set out as a bard on my own. Being a worldly, traveled bard is foolish; I should have been content to stay at home and play songs for the villagers; stayed in the forest. I reached too far; sought too much. Choices cannot be unmade, though, and I must learn to live with what I have done. I do love Jericho, more than I could probably ever manage to write into word or song. If for nothing else, I’m glad of all this, that it led me to him. I want him here; want to see him. Talking just isn’t the same. I find myself unable to stop the flood of tears and the ache in my heart that just keeps returning, no matter how hard I push it from me and try to keep it at bay.

*Deep breath

I must continue. I must learn to live with myself and with my actions and learn not to regret every decision I have made. I am strong and I will move on with my life, as I moved on when the curse hit me and I wandered the forests for so many years. Jericho loves me; I love him. My friends are alive and have a good chance of being rescued. We have a way to travel fast. The curse is not a life-or-death issue. We will do our best to make everything back to normal as we journey. If it is meant to happen, we will remove the curse. If it is not; I will learn to live with that as well; even if it means looking as I do now my whole life. Everything will be alright. I will be alright. I will live and I will sing and love and I will be happy. My inner essence is the same. I am still Kiira. And I am not afraid.

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ALl better

So we do so much. We go to abyss to find plant to help Marius get no n sick. He get better and we all wait to figure out who we get next. I say Grimm but everyone want to argue about it. I see father with new friend shadowmancer, collin. We go to south and see Serc. He good and tribe finally leaving mountains to see new areas. Good time too as Heather is on move and we not strong enough alone to control her tribe of hawk. We loose many men to them. GOod thing is Narg is there. He not friend but he not enemy. He may be able to help us pass through un damaged. Micah in mountains and we must find him as he in jail. THen me and Alana finally fight in voice. We talk about how I not just piece of meat she can shwo shinies too and ask to make food. I not cook I am friend. We argue long time, but finnally we see eye to eye. As long as we keep tlaking things be good. I understand more woods now and can even read letters in books. I htink I gettign smarter but stilll hard to write my own name. One day maybe but not yet. What we do who we save? Kirra now hlaf drow/half elf at night and half elf half drow at day. Ashliegh try to save her with speel but he turn into drow too! Now he ok and no longer drow but she still only half self. She must feel bad, but I half self and I ok so maybe she be better now.

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