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Cirdan's Journal
MrHobo
Today, I met a queer man on a path. I stared at him, a little entranced somehow. He stared me back, and asked, "What?". I was a little taken aback by his afrontness in conversation. The tribe was never like this... I asked him about father's harbor. He said to ask the druids. Who are they though? And where is this "Respiren?" I must find out... I want to at least know about my father before I pass on into the afterlife. I think I should now go and talk to that strange man  from earlier... Ask him for his name, and see where the druids are. Then, I will venture there, and find out about my father. *scibbles in journal The stranges man's name was Ashur.  ::Woke up outside the Druid... Garden thing, to say it delicately?  I cannot think, I mean to say, of how to put it. Apparently, from what I have  collected, the Druids and the Wardens are less than friends. Apparently, one has angered the other so much that the Wardens are banned from the Druids... Grove! Ah, that is the word! :: I have seen my first glance of Respiren. I 'twas excited. He truly seems as a druid would be, judging from the clippings of books I have seen. But, before we could speak, another Dark Elf (oh, the excitement I felt in seeing another of my kind!) asked to join the druids, completely ruining my chance to speak with him. I shall wait until they are finished, then, I shall speak to him, with the hopes that he can tell about my father, Fealnor. I cannot wait untill the moment! But what if he was a terrible person? Oh, the woe I would feel! Perhaps I shouldn't ask this Respiren? No. I shall. I must know, or else I will be driven mad. I hope they are not much longer. I shall stay, as previously mentioned, but my conflicting emotions may cloud my thought. I must stay true to my task. I must remember his name... :: The meeting is dragging on. I just want to see Respiren... But, I was accepted by the Lunavara Worker's Guild, so, I will have to go there soon... But then I will have no time! This MUST be done soon! I am going mad, I know not a soul here. The only person I know is that nice man on..  What was it? King's highway? I think it was. I haven't seen him since then. Oh, I am so alone in this world! The rain is ceaseless and merciless. I am going insane, as I sit here, and expect different results from just sitting here. I have to take action. But how...? What shall I do...? :: I left the druids. As I was leaving, I saw an arrest unfolding. It seemd the Law-breaker was winning It appears as if the guards are winning... Oh so sad in this place... :: I am off to Lunavara, in hope of fortune! A day has passed, and I could not get to Lunavara. I am outside the Druid Grove, waiting for a seemingly high-ranking Druid and a lower ranking druid to quit conversing, so, I may speak with the higher ranking about Respiren, and possibly, my father. Apparently, the lower-ranking druid also became a Battlemage, so, now, he has to choose. From what I gather, he has chosen a battlemage's life. How sad, though. I would rather be a druid than this "Battlemage." :: I think a man may have just been robbed... Or, he violated a dress code...? I am not sure :: I have finished the trials for the Wolverines... I am in! I have reclaimed father's house. It seems some of the valuables here were taken in the abscense of an owner. I see a fine line of iron dust in some places, and a miniscule diamond in another. I will have to restock what was taken. Off to the mines, then! :: I am within a place called the Verge. I have settled in a town called Oasis. I am talking to a dwarf currently. Apparently, this town is in need of a lorekeeper, which I may fit the position of!