Gryff's Journal
Sun’s Day…I think….I can’t be for sure how much time has passed since I was last able to write. Our journey has taken us rather quickly out of Cordyr’s Coast and northwards to Manzir. An interesting city to say the least. We tried to book passage across the Sea of First Light but met some complications. I made the call to travel north through Malandia to stay away from prying eyes and unwanted followers. It turned out to be disastrous. We were attacked by Gnolls not long into our journey and were then waylaid by a dragon. It was in that fight that my dear friend Jamel fell victim to the Dragon’s wrath. Luckily, we had two men traveling with us since Cordyr’s coast. Their knowledge of the land proved invaluable. They led us to relative safety in a place called…well I don’t know if I should even write it down. There I met an eladrin who was older than I thought possible. He said there was a way to revive Jamel, and I will do everything I can to make sure that happens. So, here we are sat in the Crypt of Kings, bandaging our wounds and resting our limbs after only the first chamber. I feel as if this might be the death of me. I will go to the edge of oblivion to bring my dear friend Jamel back. Oh yes, I would be sore to forget the gem we picked up in that oasis in the chaos fields. Quaero’s new play thing… She is a pious bitch who constantly reminds everyone of what a pious bitch she is. From the looks of her one would think she would be useful in a fight…however, I have not seen any evidence of that. She is lousy in a fight and not thankful for the help she receives. Myself, quaero and our new friend Do-Mini have all aided her and for what? More griping and finger pointing. I will just let her die next time.
Moon’s Day- Date Unknown“Much has happened since my last entry. We journeyed all the way North and West to bustling city of Cordyr’s Coast. That place is much more than the simple coastal town it pretends to be. In a matter of days I had already caught the attention of the Lord Warden. I must tread carefully from this point forward. I have come back to Cliffhall to pay some debt. On the way back, the Old Man, whose name is apparently Jamel, somehow miraculously remembered the art of intelligent speech. Thank the Gods. We also took a boy, Quero, I think his name was. In the short time we have been together, I have come to like him. He’s soft spoken and a hell of a shot. Maybe we will keep him around for awhile."
“We lost Podric. There was a brief but bloody fight between we three and some priests who acted like they knew the old man. In the chaos it seems Podric was injured, and bled out while the old man and myself cleared the room. It’s a shame, as I was starting to grow fond of him.”
“My thoughts constantly stray back to Hearn where my beloved Addylyn waits for me. I hope that in the next couple years I can accumulate enough wealth to prove to Vikos that I am so much more than a scoundrel. I will buy a villa in the countryside, buy her the nicest clothes and jewels, and finally prove to that old bag of bones that Addylyn and I were made for each other.”“I can’t help but feel a deep sympathy for the old man. In his eyes I see a sorrow that goes beyond this world. A sadness that occupies the entirety of his being. He can only speak of this girl and the thing that she did, or he did, I can’t really tell. He is the physical manifestation of my unfathomable longing for Addylyn. If I can help him, I will. Who knows, maybe by helping him I might ease the sorrow that, daily, assaults my heart.”“My ring was recently taken from me. I don’t know how the old bastard did it! It was in the pouch that no one knows that I have. He is a master and I hope I can learn from him one day. I have my ring again, but Banto questioned me about it. This is very peculiar.”
Moon’s Day- Date Unknown“Much has happened since my last entry. We journeyed all the way North and West to bustling city of Cordyr’s Coast. That place is much more than the simple coastal town it pretends to be. In a matter of days I had already caught the attention of the Lord Warden. I must tread carefully from this point forward. I have come back to Cliffhall to pay some debt. On the way back, the Old Man, whose name is apparently Jamel, somehow miraculously remembered the art of intelligent speech. Thank the Gods. We also took a boy, Quero, I think his name was. In the short time we have been together, I have come to like him. He’s soft spoken and a hell of a shot. Maybe we will keep him around for awhile."
“We lost Podric. There was a brief but bloody fight between we three and some priests who acted like they knew the old man. In the chaos it seems Podric was injured, and bled out while the old man and myself cleared the room. It’s a shame, as I was starting to grow fond of him.”
“My thoughts constantly stray back to Hearn where my beloved Addylyn waits for me. I hope that in the next couple years I can accumulate enough wealth to prove to Vikos that I am so much more than a scoundrel. I will buy a villa in the countryside, buy her the nicest clothes and jewels, and finally prove to that old bag of bones that Addylyn and I were made for each other.”“I can’t help but feel a deep sympathy for the old man. In his eyes I see a sorrow that goes beyond this world. A sadness that occupies the entirety of his being. He can only speak of this girl and the thing that she did, or he did, I can’t really tell. He is the physical manifestation of my unfathomable longing for Addylyn. If I can help him, I will. Who knows, maybe by helping him I might ease the sorrow that, daily, assaults my heart.”“My ring was recently taken from me. I don’t know how the old bastard did it! It was in the pouch that no one knows that I have. He is a master and I hope I can learn from him one day. I have my ring again, but Banto questioned me about it. This is very peculiar.”
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