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Journal of a Philosopher XV; Elindor's Travels
Jerry_Man
I rented a room in Al'Khazar to buy some time to meet her again. It is Snows Maiden 1327. Much has happenned in the last 3 years, but nothing has changed. The war continues, the frailty of humans prevails. ::I have begun research at an institute in the studies of 'souls'. Such a broad and non-descript field to be thrown into, but I expect that my findings will change the way we view our lives, this war, the balance of Aegis. I've also been spending much time absorbed in the culture and company of our allies the orcs. They differ greatly from the rest of us, but their ways are so simplistic. It is complex to discern why so few people understand them. Perhaps it is no more than the fear of receiving a "klopming" that cripples their curiosity. ::But onto why I have returned to journalling. There is a  woman here in Al'Khazar whose name neither I, nor any I have spoken with, have knowledge of. She was once hauntingly beautiful, and parts of her still are, but the Nether's taint has disfigured her. I see the loneliness and torment in her eyes and it brings my heart to tears. She is not hateful. She does not despise love. She doesn't declare the impending doom of Aegis. This woman is nothing I though the undead represented. But still she yearns for and worships only Iblees. His pull on her damaged heart is strong.::I distracted some guards long enough for her to slip away earlier today. I may have put someone's life at risk by letter her free, as she has attempted assassinations on high figures in Oren before. I  did it as a demonstration that I am worthy of trust. My desire is to learn of who she is and get to know her, though she cannot speak. I do it under the guise of my research, but I know that is not what motivates me.::As the endless rain pelts upon this apartment roof and thunder booms about the city walls, all I can think on is where she is now.