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Journal of a Highborn
Ranovak
If you are in possession of this book, burn it. It contains thoughts of treason, despair, and regret. Those who are heavy of heart and willed, continue to read. :: I am Highborn Amras'Tullum, son of a druidic coupe, member of the elven military, and questionably, an elf of peace and virtue. This is the tale of forbidden secrets that I can no longer reside in my mind. :: It began in my youth when I felt confined by the strict rules and teachings of a druid. I abandoned my parents at the ripe age of 25 to adventure the world. It grew dark as I was traveling in the nearby forests of Elvendale. I hid in a cave and killed a soulless minion of the undead. I then returned home and lived the rest of my childhood and adolescence under the careful gui dance of my parents with a new found behaviour of mindfulness. :: I later ventured the lands of Aegis properly, becoming a thwarted writer, but that job did not bring much wealth so I found a job in the middle of the desert, at an inn called the Dancing Dwarf Inn. The owner was quite hospitable and offered me a job as well as a home. When I decided I has enough of the desert I returned to society in search of a guild to join. That was when I discovered the Wardens, who at the time, were called the Pathfinders. :: I spoke to their leader at the time, Grandhighborn Blackthorn, who accepted me into the Pathfinders as an initiate. \