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Journal of a Former Something, Volume 4
TehLulu
To know anything at all is to know nothing at all. After all, the very act of being a sentient being is to know that there is an obscene wealth of things you do not know. I've walked headfirst into this wall, this problem, many times now, and it blocks my advance in this world at nearly every turn. I've kept quiet about the memories that I seem to have in my mind, about the things I have done, and the wars I have fought, and the things I have lost. And most importantly, about the vivid details I have of the time right before my arrival here in the Land of Aegis, and the man I met directly before it all went black.. Of all my memories, of fighting, killing, surviving, living, loving, those are the most  vivid. But whether what I remember was even real...*the text here is blotted out by some sort of dried up, red stain, which seeps through onto the next page* :: I've still no idea where the book of the Lost Ones lies. It doesn't matter. More important things have come up. I've run into a strange man in the Isles. He is, by all accounts, and even my own, a Wizard. I learned this first hand when dear Rinscher, my dwarf friend, irritated the man, and he shot us both with lightning. While I can understand wanting to smoke his pipe in peace (Though I would have enjoyed a smoke as well), it did seem a bit of an overreaction on his part. No matter. I saved an elf later that same day, a woman named Aerovine. I had been passing through Kramoroe when I heard a few fellows yelling things along the lines of "Kill! Go out, loot!" in their home. I hid in the alley and watched as one of them, armed, left the small hut. I followed him quietly along the road to Oren, never getting too close. We passed armed men he paid no mind to, then came about the Elf woman. Hardly armed, she immediately ran as he attacked. I ordered for him to stop, to surrender. Alas, he did not. I was forced to slay the man. I escorted the woman, with her thanks, back to the Isles and the road to Laurelin. It seemed all roads pointed to Laurelin lately. An expansive library, an educated people... Although, there were a few of her residents whom I have had trouble with...