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Journal of a Former Soldier, Volume Three
TehLulu
I feel my skills are increasing, ever so slowly. They are nowhere near the level they once were. But I do feel stronger now. I, along with the Lord of Whisper Isles, have begun something of a quest. We and our two comrades, a dwarf and an Elven ambassador, are searching for a tome. Having found the first tome here in the Whisper Isles, we now seek to find the second. It is said to lie in the High City of Laurelin, home of the elves, an concerns "The Lost Ones." However, after searching the library at Laurelin, we found nothing. The Elf's High Prince himself even assisted us, but to no avail. Yet I have seen many things, which soothes my soul somewhat, the great structures of the capital of Oren, and the beauty of Laurelin. But while these sites bring me pleasure, as does the knowledge I found in Laurelin, I am still yet uneasy. I feel as if I have...forgotten something. A feeling of foreboding, and confusing. If what I have read is true, then there is not much else in this land beyond what I have seen already. The home of the orcs, and the dwarves, I have yet to see, yes... But if what I have read is true...then it is not possible for me to have come from where I recall as my home. Now I lie awake and ponder, is it the history and knowledge of this world that is wrong? Is there perhaps something beyond it that these people are unaware of? Or...is it I, and my mind, which have failed? I will seek further answers to my questions. I cannot accept that the powers I once yielded, and the people I knew... And these...injuries I sustained, are mere figments of my imagination.