Session XLV-XLVI: Renewed shall be blade that was broken. Report

General Summary

Long ago, I used to write about my travels. About the people I met, the battles I’d faced, and all I learned in this new life of mine. At first, my stories were letters to my family and friends. After two years of silence, I wrote them down in journals with the hope to recount them once I returned. Many journals have been filled with great tales, soothing recollections and sorrowful losses. The written trail of my life ended abruptly. My will to write stolen overnight along with my clan's last gift. Two days ago, I heard a sound I thought I would never hear again. Now, I finally hold it in my hands after many years. It has inspired me to pick up my least weathered journal and start writing again. Albeit with Bonfire's help, I am picking up where I left off.  

The Slaadesi

  My latest travel partners, the Magnificent Misfits, and I were ambushed by more creatures of the storm. They were tall and frog-like, with a mean sharpness to their swing. Katara, Enys and Omaira were the first ones to come in contact with them. Their long claws swiped through the thick fog as we were left guessing where another strike would come from next. Due to being visually impaired, the party had been connected by a single rope. It was our only way to assure we stayed together, but now it was a self-inflicted handicap. Enys bore the brunt of it the most. She was forced to stay on the ground while one of the creatures swiped at her with their claws. I could hear most party members fight behind me as those in front were trying to figure out what was going on. I told myself to take it as a good sign. If no sound of fighting was in front, we weren't surrounded just yet. It could only have been a matter of time, though.   To enable Enys to fly, I detached us from the rope and connected her to my own as best as I could. Whatever was left of it got rebound to the main one. As soon as I told her to fly up, the creature that was flanking our side jumped on top of her. Thanks to our position, I was able to drag it back down with me. It did manage to get a few good slashes at me as we fell back on the ground. Despite this small accomplishment, we were still swinging our weapons blindly. Had these creatures been any faster and used the fog to their advantage, we might not have been able to recover from this first phase of the ambush. The fight took a turn to our advantage during the second phase. Suddenly, the fog had moved back a good couple of feet, which enabled most of us to see our ambushers clearly. Apparently, Katara had used her abilities as a water genasi to destroy any form of water within a certain radius of herself. I applaud her quick and smart thinking by recalling the mist is a form of water. Thanks to our newfound visuals and the fewer maneuver restrictions of the rope, we managed to make quick work of our ambushers.   As we caught our breath, Omaira alerted us she’d seen something slip into her wounds after she was attacked. We weren’t sure if it was related to the monsters or if it was something else the storm would be throwing at us. Axton decided to try and see if any of his healing could help solve the issue, or at least figure out what was wrong. Omaira’s wounds slowly began to close up. Before they were fully healed, we noticed movement under her arm’s skin, and something sprang out. A tadpole laid dead on the dry sand before getting crushed under Axton’s boot for good measure. It was safe to assume that the creatures we’d just fought were responsible for this. We were all left wondering if anyone else get infected. Any member who had been wounded and had come in direct contact came forward. Out of the five treated members, three had a tadpole removed from their wounds. If we ever encounter these creatures again, we should remember to use this method. I still wonder what would have happened had the tadpoles been given the freedom to grow in their unaware hosts.  

Not All those who wander are lost

  Within a few more hours of travel, we set up camp and continued the next day. The mist had cleared up a lot that morning, enabling us to have a much larger field of view. We came across small ruins sticking out the snow around midday. The pieces of rubble turned to ruins and then to larger structures as we ventured further. A large fort surrounded by ruins soon came into view. That’s where I heard it for the first time. A sound rang through the area, signaling the return of a warrior. Everyone stopped in their tracks. The party discussed what to do about this new sight as I could only think of one thing. This sound was one of a kind, the sound that belonged to what I’d lost. It was the sound of my horn. I’ve written and drawn about it many times before, along with how I had obtained it. When I mentioned the meaning of the sound to Axton, he looked at me with confusion. No one had heard anything. I could have sworn I heard it, though maybe the storm had been playing with my mind again.   On exploring the walls and surroundings of the fort, there was no clear sign of life. No guards stationed on the walls or in front of the gates. The gate door was wide open, though we couldn’t look inside from our point of view. Some of the Magnificent Misfits weren’t convinced, skeptical of what laid ahead of us. The assumption that the fort was inhabited got rebutted once we found clear tracks and footprints in the snow. Katara remarked one of those pairs could have belonged to her missing friend. With this new information, the party was split up in two. One half would stay into hiding as the other would sneak ahead.  

The First Attempt

  To my surprise, Omaira used a spell that enabled her to look through Skarsnik’s eyes. I asked her about it later that evening. Apparently, this spell renders her incredibly vulnerable, leaving the caster blind and deaf for as long as it’s kept up. I wanted to ask if this was common for scouting. I can’t recall it ever being used during my few years on duty. Then again, my skills and size never led me to be placed with any scouts or messengers. I wonder how hard it is to learn and how many people could look through the same pair of eyes. Wartime aside, I’m sure spectators in large arenas would have loved this spell. To see through their champion’s eyes as they fought and witness everything up close like never before. To feel the rush of adrenaline far greater than anything they’d feel on the sidelines. If I ever have the chance, I should ask Omaira more about her spells. I regret that we have only exchanged few words as of late.   Axton played the part of Tinkel’s overprotective father and tasked them to stay behind to take care of Omaira. The final exchange of sending stones signed our departure. Skarsnik turned Katara and me invisible as he led the way along with Axton. When we arrived at the gate, the goblin made note of two guards stationed only a bit further. Weirdly enough, they had their backs to the gate. Their lack of competence as guards gave us the chance to sneak into the closest alleyway. The rare sight of a red dragonborn guard almost had me hesitate but I ignored the urge to talk to him. As I caught up with the others, it seemed I was not the only one that had been distracted by the sight. Axton was trailing behind Skarsnik and Katara’s footsteps. It looked like he wanted to say something but kept quiet as we moved on. Skarsnik signaled for us to stop once again and made a move for us to come closer. I sought for the end of Katara’s tracks to figure out where she stood and placed myself beside her. It hit me that we had made a crucial mistake. Our footsteps were still visible in the snow. Skarsnik couldn’t see I was about to speak up and cut me off. He explained that he’d be of more use by scouting from the rooftops while some of us would stay on the ground. Before he could explain any further, it was his turn to be cut off as Axton finally spoke his mind. He wanted to talk to the guards to assess if these people were friends or foes. As Katara was still invisible, I looked Skarsnik’s way to see his reaction. His frown from being cut off had deepened by this proposition. I agreed and suggested that I could follow along if anything went south. As strange as the storm has been, this wouldn’t be the first time we’d gotten treated with kindness.   Skarsnik wrote a message in the snow for Omaira to request the other half to standby at the gates. Axton led the way back and whispered that he would act as if he’d just walked in. He would ask for help and shelter, hoping that they would be kind enough to offer it. I mentioned the tracks we had been leaving behind, which he took care of in a matter of seconds. There was still a sign something had moved in the snow, but at least no clear footsteps were visible. My further inquiry on the mention of our party’s presence fell silent when we heard something behind us. I made a move to unsheathe my weapon as I whipped around, only to be halted in my actions by what I saw. Skarsnik was balancing himself on the roof’s ledge a bit further away, arm stretched out towards snow floundering around below him. I witnessed what I could only guess was an invisible Katara slipping and falling after a failed attempt to climb up. Turning back at the task at hand, I noticed Axton inching closer to the edge. I placed my hand on his shoulder and peered around the corner in his stead. Luckily, the snow had muted most of the genasi’s fall and the guards were none the wiser. I removed my hand after giving him a shoulder pat to continue towards the gate.   Scene on.   Axton made himself known to the guards, perfectly playing his role as a bewildered traveler who was as surprised as he was relieved to find people. The guards were surprised and confused. I saw no sign of malintent, which led me to focus more on our surroundings. The streets were mostly empty, only some stacked wood, tools and crates weren’t fully covered in snow. Most of the houses seemed empty and unused as only the temple across seemed to have been given any care. I couldn’t spot any other guards or inhabitants safe for the two guards who were conversing with Axton. It was ironic how our pairs had matched. Both a dragonborn and a gnome on each side. The female gnome didn’t take much of my interest, I only noted her shield and weapon of choice before moving my attention to the dragonborn. He bore an emblem, matching that of the temple. A white star on a field of black. It had been many years since I’d seen this seven-pointed star, the symbol of Tamara. The dragonborn’s question brought me back to the situation at hand. Axton replied he was alone, answering the question I hadn’t been able to ask. The redheaded gnome welcomed him to their fort, Kghrth, and came closer. I was relieved that their open stance was as welcoming as their words.   The red dragonborn caught our attention again by standing before Axton and him requesting the gnome to follow him to the town square. Initially, there was nothing wrong with this request. It was his facial expression that left us cold in our feet. His face twitched as his right eye rolled up in his head. A heavy thump followed by the grinding of metal made me realize the gnome guard had moved to shut the gate behind us. We were cut off from the others. I searched for the remaining party within the fort and recognized Skarsniks’s crossbow slightly peering from the roof’s edge. I admit that I didn’t know what to do at that moment. I wanted to follow Axton and stand by him, but the gnome stayed put at the gates. If I were to follow my initial plan, I would alert her with my tracks. Even if Axton erased them, the ones I would make directly under my feet would still be visible in the snow. We hadn’t thought this through. Axton looked back in concern. He had no choice but to follow the dragonborn’s lead. I knew I needed to make a decision right then. We had to escape.   I turned back to the gnome with the intent to knock her unconscious, but it seemed I wasn’t the only one desperate for a way out. Before I could reach her, a bolt was shot through her head. One down, one more to go. Or so I had thought. The gnome’s body tore apart, replacing the small figure with a creature three times her size. I recognized it instantly. The same creature as the ones who’d ambushed us stood before me. Instinct took over as I took out my weapon and pierced its chest. In time with my strike, Katara turned visible with her own attack and forced it against the wall. The three of us managed to overpower the creature that had once been a friendly gnome with braided ginger hair. By this time, Axton had surprised the other guard with an attack and was running towards us. Skarsnik had also jumped down and was aiming his crossbow at the dragonborn that was hot on Axton’s heels. I trusted them to hold him back long enough for us to unlock the door. When I arrived at the gates, I heard the other half of our party unsuccessfully try to force it open with brute force. I ordered whoever was still kicking the sturdy gate to halt their actions and got to work. Katara readied herself beside me for the upcoming assailant as I muscled the drop bar and pulled the door open.   My eyes locked with Bonfire, who I figured had been assaulting the locked gate. Katara slipped past me and made a run for it, warning the reunited party to do the same. The others began to regroup from a safer distance when Katara closed in on them. Knowing she was incredibly fast, I no longer worried about her and turned to the remaining adventurers who weren’t blessed with great speed. Skarsnik and a trailing Axton were no longer in pursuit of the dragonborn; another frog-like creature of a differing color chasing them instead. Further away, more guards came running towards us. We had to hurry. I followed the goblin’s example by taking out my own crossbow and shooting at the creature before making our way towards the party. Halfway, I heard a spell being cast. This was not Axton’s voice and before I realized it, I felt a burning pain wash over my back. I bit through the pain and kept running. Glancing to my left, I saw Skarsnik doing the same. I could only hope Axton had been able to use his magic to protect himself in time.   Once I was close enough to the Magnificent Misfits, I noticed Enys flying back down. The dragon had probably tried to fly up the walls to get to us while the others were brutally kicking and slashing at the gates. We were like a fortified line of defense, waiting for Axton to get to us. His speed, or lack thereof, was concerning enough for Omaira to rush towards him for help. By then, I had set up a new bolt and aimed my crossbow at the creature once again. Before I could release my shot, it stopped running and glared at us. The whole party was perplexed as it shoved the gate closed once again.   These were not the mindless creatures we’d fought the day before.   It became clear that there was something in that fort that they were protecting. Some voiced their concerns and found it better to keep moving, but I knew some of us would not change our minds about infiltrating once again. Katara was set on finding out if her lost friend was still in there. Axton reasoned that she might not like what she would find if that were to be true, but Katara was having none of it. While hesitant before we first ventured in, Bonfire and Enys were now drawn to the mysteries that laid ahead. They acknowledged the strange behavior of the creatures and wanted to find out what they were protecting. Once again, the Magnificent Misfits were magnificently arguing about what to do as opinions and wishes differed drastically. Theories were brought up for and against the idea of reentering. From the fort being the home of an elder brain to it being the location of the orb that we entered the storm for in the first place. I didn’t partake in the conversation much; I despised all this bickering. Theories led us nowhere. If we were to infiltrate this fort, we needed to figure out what we did know. What I knew is that we weren’t prepared to fight those people or creatures again. We were outmanned and playing on their field.   I stood guard at the opening of one of the ruins we were sheltering in, scanning the walls and damaged gate. It was strange how nobody had come after us and how no lookouts were placed after the attack. Were they confident they could take on anything or was it stupidity, like their initial placement of guards at the gate? What if they had followed our lead and turned some of them invisible to come for us? I was so focused on looking for any change in the snow that I had barely picked up on the sound that reverberated through the area. It hadn’t been my imagination. The horn sounding from the fort had me make up my mind.   I was going back.   It seemed the minority had come to terms with the fact that we’d be infiltrating again. Half-contained arguing turned into calm discussions about scouting plans. Skarsnik seemed to be in his element as master of sneaking and infiltration. I switched turns with Bonfire and sat with the others. The scouting began soon after. Thanks to Enys’ flight and Skarsnik’s ability to turn two people invisible, we were able to fly over the fort and make rough sketches of its layout. We took note of the number of guards and inhabitants but added a rough estimate of guards within buildings. We studied their habits throughout the day and reported any guards being relieved from their posts. Few more things were worth noting:

the walls had no sign of usage as thick snow laid on the paths and stairs

the fort had inner walls with an entrance from the town square

there was another entrance at the other side of the fort, the one we went through had now been barricaded

  Once we gathered as much information as we could, we returned to our makeshift outpost. I tried to recall my years as a soldier while assessing our findings. Albeit they were few, past infiltration missions had given me a lot of important insights. I remember writing letters to my family filled with notes about intense meetings, though I was forced to burn everything when my superior found out about them. I got off easy for my mistakes that day. I am forever grateful the lieutenant had kept it between us. My punishment was followed by a clear promise she wouldn’t be as understanding next time. If not for Elaina, I surely would have been accused of sending confidential information to the enemy and get tried as a traitor. Even if not intended, my carelessness could have let sensitive information slip to the wrong people.   I made a couple of suggestions and pointed out some blind spots we could use to our advantage. To my surprise, Enys had brought many clever insights to the table. Her often naive and child-like behavior made a lot of people underestimate her, me included. Perhaps I should ask her more about plans and strategies to see if she had anything interesting to add. I trusted the others with further logistics as I walked over to Omaira. Relieving her from her post, I was left to watch the implications of a setting sun in relative silence.   It was hard for me to settle down and sleep that night. I was very concerned with the many wrongs in the “battle plan” they’d come up with in my absence. There was no battle plan, in fact. Only hopes and assumptions that there wouldn’t have to be a fight. Not one to hide what I thought, I blatantly called it utterly stupid. Assuming everything would work out is incredibly dangerous and has cost many lives in the past. Especially of those who had no say in the matter. When my night watch with Bonfire came around, I asked her about these plans. The answers I received made me question if she really was a battle master. I wished I could have gone back in time to not take watch and stay until we had a better plan. I wasn’t Baronk, so my wish for more time wasn’t granted.  

The Next Day

  The horn’s call woke me up the next day. Despite the questionable plan, its sound had strengthened my resolve. I stood up and noticed Katara enter the tent. She voiced her surprise but looked disappointed to see me already awake. We packed our stuff and set out for the fort once again. Skarsnik mounted on Enys’ back and turned both of them invisible. I reminded myself where I had to go before I was turned into a snow owl. Omaira and I stuck close to each other while flying up the impressively tall walls. Before we flew out of range, I heard Katara had managed to start up a conversation with one of the guards. I can vaguely remember hearing the red dragonborn’s voice before my vision was filled with fire and everything turned dark.   I felt myself falling at an alarming speed when I regained consciousness. Unable to reach for Omaira, nothing in my power could stop us from plummeting to our deaths. Miraculously, Omaira and I had survived the fall, but we hadn’t been spared from the wounds that came from falling from such height. I could feel the pain piercing through me every time I tried to gasp for air. Surely, I had broken a good number of ribs. The unforgiving cold helped numb the pain of whatever body part that still had the ability to feel. My vision was spinning and my grasp onto consciousness loosened once again. A greater shock of pain spread through my entire body, bringing me back to the present. I desperately searched for Omaira as I laid on the ground. A pair of feet blocked my view as I was forced to look up and meet eyes with the guard that had stabbed me. “Fools!”, he spat. “There are no birds in the storm.”   A scream sounded not far beside me. Searching for its origin, I found a different guard remove the weapon that had pierced Omaira’s side. She looked far worse than I felt. I mirrored the fear in her eyes as realization fell over me. Another strike would mean her end. Beside her, the guard moved their weapon above their head to give her exactly that. What I could only describe as pure anger and adrenaline pulsed through me and forced me up my feet. Left arm completely numb, I was aware that I didn’t have much left in me either. All that mattered was that I knew I could still take that hit for her. Our eyes had met once again, but the fear and bewilderment in her eyes turned apologetic. Before I knew it, she’d used a teleportation spell. Bloodied snow was all that remained after she disappeared. I remembered speaking about the many lives that had been lost by careless assumptions the day before. It was almost funny how my life was about to end because we overlooked a lack of birds.   Enys postponed that end with a few more tricks up her sleeve. Instead of a bird, I was polymorphed into a bear. The guards attacked relentlessly until the bear form perished, revealing me as a dragonborn once again. With my speaking abilities returned, I surrendered myself to the warriors that had me surrounded. This was a fight we couldn’t win without casualties on our side. Even Skarsnik was aware of this, suddenly appearing beside me to surrender as well. I was grateful not to have been abandoned. The creature, once red dragonborn, pointed at Skarsnik and exclaimed he was the one who had killed his friend, Pate. I could only assume Pate was the dwarf that he had been guarding the gates with. The guard who had been close to bringing an end to Omaira’s life had had enough. Fireball after fireball was blasted against me. I was able to resist most of them thanks to my true form as dragonborn, but I knew I couldn’t hold this up much longer. Luck seemed to have been endless that day. When I felt my last bit of resistance burn away, another dragonborn walked through the inner gates. Much to the guard’s dismay, they were ordered to capture us and bring us in.   The people inhabiting the fort were surprisingly hospitable. Before Omaira and I were guided to our cells, they had treated most of our wounds. Even our weapons had been handled with care after we were thoroughly searched. A few moments after we joined Enys and Skarsnik in prison, the dragonborn appeared again. Now that I was able to look more clearly, the first thing I noticed were the three claw marks on his neck. His impressive weapon and armor hadn’t been the only things hinting that he was the leader of this place. He asked each of us who we were and why we had come here. As he was a dragonborn, I stated my full name to him. I told him I was here for my horn. His gaze lingered on me briefly before moving on to Omaira. Once he finished questioning our memory, he returned his eyes to me. I instinctively stood taller as he mentioned my last name. I was informed that an elder Xarbroth by the name of Thamak had lived here long ago. He made a motion to the prison guard, who took out his keys to unlock my cell. Once the gate was opened, he requested me to follow him. I could only glance at the others before being forced to catch up to the other dragonborn.  

The Crownless Shall Again Be King

  I tried to memorize the many hallways he guided me through. I found myself passing the inner gates and being guided towards the outer ones. An effort had been made to clear the bloodied snow, but the stains seemed to have persisted. I wondered if the other half of our party had been granted permission to enter the fort. My dwelling had been interrupted by nearly crashing into the fort’s leader as he stopped in his tracks. We found ourselves in front of the temple of Tamara again. I was told he believed who I said I was and offered me to enter the temple. The idea of entering the temple of a draconic god caused my nerves to grow twofold. Upon seeing my hesitance, he assured me that this was a choice I had to make. I would find what I was looking for beyond these doors. I steeled myself and pushed through the doors.   I stood upon chessboard flooring and was surrounded by many marble pillars. It had been over a decade since I last stood in a place like this. Moving deeper into the temple, my eyes were caught by five panels that hung from the walls. They told the story of a brass dragonborn soldier. Armor torn and blade broken, he was forced to leave the tribe who had shunned and rejected him. One day, he kneeled down and took an oath that would grant him to take a different path. On this new path, he took on a giant monster with sharp white teeth. He’d also been found saving a warrior orc, carrying them on his shoulders as their black blood dripped down both their armors. The final panel showed the rejected dragonborn championed back home. His efforts had proven him worthy to be reunited with his tribe. The sight of it had made me cast my eyes downwards. Something new caught my attention. Beneath the panels laid a horn engraved with the Xarbroth clan’s history.   Laughter boomed through the temple. I felt its source behind me and quickly turned around. A red dragon stood before me, eyeing me with amusement. Its deep voice greeted me. I hadn’t expected this to be the voice of Tamara, so I asked for their name. Instead of answering my question, the dragon stated that I knew who they were. I didn’t have much confidence in my words, but I hesitantly addressed them as Tamara. Their laughter rang through the area once again, followed by the dragon welcoming me to their temple. My attention skimmed over the fact that the deity hadn’t confirmed nor denied their identity. I asked about the horn’s calling and who the panels’ story belonged to. The dragon answered in their turn. They stated that they were the ones who had called me and that the story could be mine. I looked back to the second panel, where the soldier was kneeling down to take an oath. A single seven-pointed star burned above him. “How?”, I had wondered out loud. My felt my eyes drift towards to the last panel, where the star burned brightest. The deep voice behind me promised to grant me great power if I was willing to take an oath. The dragon moved beside me and pointed towards a small, engraved panel. I knelt down, right in front of my clan’s horn, and placed my hand upon it. Tracing the old engravings with my thumb, I made a choice.   “I swear, by the fire that is holy, to use the power I hold, to destroy my enemies, save the worthy and conquer the enemy.”   The ground shook with the dragon’s laughter and rays of fire came crashing down through the ceiling. The temple’s roof collapsed. I held onto my horn to protect it from anything that might damage it. A larger beam rained down upon me, burning me through my scales. When I was certain that the energy pulsing through me was becoming too much, everything fell silent again. Only the sound of falling pieces of rubble broke the deafening silence. The panel that contained the oath I had spoken fell off its pedestal and bounced off the floor towards me. It revealed another panel underneath with a different oath. The deity chuckled when it figured that I had connected the dots. “You serve me now”, were its final words as my vision went dark.   I found myself back in my cell once I regained consciousness. Omaira was the first to notice this, reaching to me from her cell next to mine. She asked me what had happened. When the guards had thrown my unconscious body back in my cell, Skarsnik had demanded to know what they’d done to me. “Nothing, he destroyed our temple”, he quoted. At the time, the memories of the events that had transpired were hazy. I couldn’t remember.  

Supper with Frogs

  Later that evening, we were invited to dine with the leader and his guests. We arrived at the dining hall where our lost friends were seated. The leader of the establishment had probably seen the surprised recognition in our features and questioned if we knew each other. Skarsnik informed him that we didn’t, but we had a suspicion that his guests had been following us. The imprisoned Magnificent Misfits followed his lead to assure the safety of the others. I wasn’t sure if Katara had picked up on this last-minute plan when she denied it. The scarred dragonborn found that particularly interesting. In order to find anything in the storm, you had to want to go there.   Few pleasantries were shared while we ate. It had been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of eating such a tasty meal. I made a move to grab my drinking cup when I felt my movement restricted. A horn that I couldn’t remember carrying kept me from leaning closer to the table. Studying the engravings, I instantly recognized them again. The memories of obtaining the horn came rushing back as I nearly choked on my food. This reaction earned a curious glance from Kghrth’s leader. Few bits of information were processed for the rest of that evening. Our host gave us a show of his weapon before dismissing us. He told his guests that they could stay for as long as they wanted, but the prisoners would be required to leave the next day. True to his words, we were released from our cells in the morning. The other half of the party had decided to not stick around, so we met up with them at the gates. Together, we left Kghrth behind us.   Our travels have been uneventful for the remainder of today. Both halves informed each other of what had transpired the day before. Bonfire and I walked beside each other until it was time to set up camp. She told me about the adventure she went on to steal the magic sword from the dragonborn last night. I pointed out that if it wasn’t for the leader’s incredible diplomacy, her actions would not only have meant her death but that of others. I questioned her abilities as battle master vocally this time, which she obviously tried to defend. Bonfire’s defense was particularly strange as her memory seemed to fail on her when talking about her training as a fighter. She seemed a bit distressed, so I changed the subject and asked her to tell me more about her night out. Fire returned to her eyes and she continued. She even showed me a drawing of the fiery weapon, confessing she’d written a letter about last night. The fire genasi agreed to let me read it once we set up camp.   Bonfire's Letter   There were so many mistakes in it that I couldn’t help correcting them as her sentences became more of a ramble. Bonfire’s way of writing was nothing like mine. It was messy and all over the place, but it was also incredibly amusing to read. I could imagine the animated way in which she spoke and feel her emotions through her words. It reminded me of my first letters. Looking up from the paper in my lap, I told her that I was intending to write a passage in my old journal tonight. I asked if she’d be willing to stay by my side as I wrote it and if she would let me add her letter at its end.   Currently, Bonfire lays fast asleep beside me. This entry became way longer than I intended, so I don’t blame her for falling asleep after so many hours of writing. I will continue to write entries from time to time, albeit not as long as this one. As I hold onto my clan’s horn, it only felt right to document everything that happened in detail.  

Filthel Xarbroth

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