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Journal of a Philosopher XIV; Elindor's Travels
Jerry_Man
A pungent aroma of ale and an untunefully recited dwarven drinking song shroud the busily cleaning barmaid as she removes blood from the counter after yet another drunken brawl. I do enjoy Dawn's Bakery in Al'Khazar.::A female follower of Aeriel came in yesterday and a brute of a man, who I had seen only days earlier terrorizing a woman for the fun of it, placed a blade against her throat. A long and hideous fight followed in which I got my fair share of blows in defending her. After the assailant was zapped with a ball of light and dissappeared I went with the Priestess to listen to Aeriel's guidance.::The remaining ascended, and consequently the Followers of Aeriel Guild, seem futile without their Sages. I likened her efforts in recruiting me to Wargoth and his militant enlisting through fear mongering. Both sides have identical goals: essentially to indoctrinate all of Aegis to follow their ways. I seeked spiritual guidance and all I received was the same diluted ramblings about an Aengul come to save us.::The war is not between Iblees and Aeriel, but the evil that men hide away in their hearts and holy sanctity. ::This is the crescendo of our trial time. God is watching.