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Julia begins panting heavily as she wakes up from one of her nightmares. She looks around, seeing the surroundings of the temple-barrrack bunks. Cybil is sleeping soundly in the bed next to her. She thinks of waking her up to confide in her the horrors of her latest nightmare, but decides she best leave her and let her sleep.
Julia quietly takes out a candel and lights it. In the glow of the candlelight, she begins writing in her journal.
Dear diary,
I have come to this land bereft of many things... love, compassion from strangers, and friends, to name but a few. I have come mostly with what Torm confided in me, strength. If I can make it through life so far as I have, He will not see me dead soon yet in this land of Sundren.
The Banites I have been tasked to discover have left very little trace as to their secrets. I continue on the path of fighting evil, but I am left with the conundrum of not knowing the true face of whom I fight. One week it is the Ebencoin pact I fight, another it is simply advising the citizenry to avoid a weed-dealing tiefling with an immensely evil aura up to no good.
Why can I not find them? Some hunch tells me the Banites have gone silent only to strike again; in the meanwhile they manipulate things behind the scenes. It is not enough that we wait silently, fighting only those evils we can see and feel. We must come upon clues and leads that will give us an inch for our efforts.
Julia pauses and looks to Cybil with a warm smile
On a lighter note... I feel much better now that I have found company and friendship in these lands. Cybil is a dear to me and I pray to Torm that she be not taken from our hearts. She has been there for me when no other has been. She holds the key to my heart where no other does...
Is this unusual? I have mostly lived without this feeling, struggling with my inner turmoil and thoughts that are rarely expressed. Brother Ambrose treats me like some kind of old faithful pet, always quick to shun me and rarely give praise for my efforts. I wish he appreciated what I do for him more instead of him seeing me as a burden. These are the things in life I must learn to accept, I suppose.
Cirion sees things differently. As a man of roughly equal age he actually feels and appreciates my mere presence. I think I may be falling for the man but I don't know him well enough; gods, I sound like a love-sick sharessan schoolgirl. she roles her eyes. Regardless, I look forward to his gentlemanly charm and good-nature in the future.
I beseech any gods who may have by chance look upon me and read my thoughts, to look over my loved ones, and grant me strength in the time of hardship.
Julia Darkbane
Julia quietly takes out a candel and lights it. In the glow of the candlelight, she begins writing in her journal.
Dear diary,
I have come to this land bereft of many things... love, compassion from strangers, and friends, to name but a few. I have come mostly with what Torm confided in me, strength. If I can make it through life so far as I have, He will not see me dead soon yet in this land of Sundren.
The Banites I have been tasked to discover have left very little trace as to their secrets. I continue on the path of fighting evil, but I am left with the conundrum of not knowing the true face of whom I fight. One week it is the Ebencoin pact I fight, another it is simply advising the citizenry to avoid a weed-dealing tiefling with an immensely evil aura up to no good.
Why can I not find them? Some hunch tells me the Banites have gone silent only to strike again; in the meanwhile they manipulate things behind the scenes. It is not enough that we wait silently, fighting only those evils we can see and feel. We must come upon clues and leads that will give us an inch for our efforts.
Julia pauses and looks to Cybil with a warm smile
On a lighter note... I feel much better now that I have found company and friendship in these lands. Cybil is a dear to me and I pray to Torm that she be not taken from our hearts. She has been there for me when no other has been. She holds the key to my heart where no other does...
Is this unusual? I have mostly lived without this feeling, struggling with my inner turmoil and thoughts that are rarely expressed. Brother Ambrose treats me like some kind of old faithful pet, always quick to shun me and rarely give praise for my efforts. I wish he appreciated what I do for him more instead of him seeing me as a burden. These are the things in life I must learn to accept, I suppose.
Cirion sees things differently. As a man of roughly equal age he actually feels and appreciates my mere presence. I think I may be falling for the man but I don't know him well enough; gods, I sound like a love-sick sharessan schoolgirl. she roles her eyes. Regardless, I look forward to his gentlemanly charm and good-nature in the future.
I beseech any gods who may have by chance look upon me and read my thoughts, to look over my loved ones, and grant me strength in the time of hardship.
Julia Darkbane
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