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My Journal
Brokencrowe
 I suppose it all began with the destruction of Kramoroe. That is when my obsession with oddities began, and my compulsive need to collect them. I don't ever want to forget, it's happened to me too often. That traces back to my time with Lucaris, my master, the man who taught me all I know about the Merchanting trade. He had a way with his customers that would put politicians to shame. He had a sort of magic over people, the kind  that made you absolutely need his product. His death, albeit a generic one, by the hand of bandits, left me heart-broken and for lack of a better term, without a father figure. I took to merchanting to keep his memory alive. That is what brought me to Kramoroe.  Kramoroe was a sandy haven. It offered me peace of mind, and allowed me to escape from the reality that was my master's death, and allowed me to further my skills as a trader and gain a bit of perspective in my life. After Kramoroe was destroyed, my home, my legacy... I was left with a skewed mental state. I've grown more and more lonely, even when i've surrounded myself   with friends. I've grown more and more weary of others, and their intentions. Even with my grand sucess, resulting in my being the eighth richest man in Aegis . I feel as if it's not enough. That I am not enough. A few others, and myself founded the Nawari Trade Camp. We became Gypsies. Traveling Nomads. My close friend Delaselva became obsessed with magic, spirits and the future . Where as  , I became obsessed with the past. With memories.  And yet, I still feel as if it's not enough. I fear I may lose the past, and a dark future looms above all of our heads. Only time will tell where this obsession will lead. I simply I hope ...