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Journal of a Philosopher II; Elindor's Travels
Jerry_Man
I journeyed towards Oren and come upon a small city outside Alras. It was here in Kramoroethat I spent days absorbed in the dusty old pages of a towering library. I never saw a warden, but I'm sure that there would be one, for the place was well kept and the books, vast in numbers though they were, were organised. ::I felt a presence. For the first time since leaving Malinor I forgot about my desire to learn my own history and sensed the forthcoming of something bigger. We were too sheltered in Laurelin to realise how far Iblees had spread. We were too foolish. I read journals that made me shiver and old parchments that illustrated the same heinous shadow which brought back my undercooked porkchop sandwich. ::The fate of Aegis hangs in the balance of a war that only days ago I wasn't even fully aware of. I've no idea the role I have to play, but I know I must do something.