The Legacy of the Lost One

[Elusa]

The book was unassuming. A thick, leather bound tome, with no special markings on it. It appeared pristine, as if the leather had just been cured and the pages only recently bound. A quick glance through it would find all the pages completely blank. All except one.

Within these pages lies the Legacy of the Lost One. Though gone from this world, these pages, forged in the last moments of her life, serve to reveal the Path to the One of Unity. To those who are worthy, the Legacy shall be revealed under the light of Our Lady of Silver. To all others, these secrets are forever Lost.

[Elusa]

It was always the same. The same day, repeated over and over. My body, wracked with pain and agony at the hands of the priestesses of Shar. Every day, for how long, I do not know. Months? Years? In such darkness, every event seems to drag on to eternity. There were no sun, no stars, and worst of all, no moon, to tell the passage of time. Even if there had been, it would not have lessened the pain. The endless, agonizing pain. And when my body finally could not take the torture, and death began to wrap its fingers around my throat, they would only heal my wounds, so they could break me once more. Every day. The same day. Over. And over. And finally, when my mind and body could stand no more, my captors tossed me aside, leaving me to my fate.

They took everything from me. My worldly possessions, my body, my very mind. My memories of loved ones and enemies alike, all taken. They knew that even if I escaped the hole they left me in, I would never be whole again. But I will prove them wrong. My memories are gone, but I am still very much alive. And I know where I must go. I know the one who can tell me who I am. His name is Caelreth, in the distant land of Sundren. I will walk the path I once walked before, and when I recover my memories, they will wish they had killed me when they had the chance.

-Memories of the Lost One, six months and seven days after the Time of Torment

[Elusa]

This trail before me seems to go on for eternity. How long have I followed my former self? I guess I never bothered to keep track of all the days spent following one false lead after another. But what else can I do? There's nothing for me to go back to. The wizards, priestesses... nothing they did or ever could do would return my old life back to me. But these dreams, memories, visions, whatever they are, they tell me of a life worth living. A fight worth fighting. People worth dying for. And the people I've met... the people whose lives I touched... they tell me of a person who did great things. All I can hope for is that her strength and kindness still resides within me.

I met a farmhand earlier today. He knew me from before my capture. He told me that I had saved his daughter from some bandits who planned to sell her off as a slave. Never asked for any reward of any kind. I think... that's just the kind of person I was. Kind. Generous. Selfless. I want, more than anything, to be like that again. And yet... I still can't shake this feeling. At times, fear, others sorrow. But most often, anger. Anger towards myself, to those who captured me. Maybe this is how I'm supposed to feel...

-Memories of the Lost One, seven months and two weeks after the Time of Torment

[Elusa]

This place... Sundren. It's not as I remember in my dreams. So much has changed. And that which should have changed remains the same. But no one remembers me. No one. I suppose it's to be expected. I have no idea how long I've been gone, whether it was months or years. Either I never made any impact here at all, or everyone I once knew is gone. I'm not really sure which is worse. But there is still someone that must remember me. Everything I've seen in my dreams has led me here for a reason. I will find him.

Caelreth is not here. But I was able to find his brother Sehron, who can contact Caelreth for me. Apparently after I was captured, Caelreth left for the Silver Marches and never returned. But I'm hoping that he still remembers me, that he will soon return and I'll be able to recover what I lost. Hopefully, he'll remember me, even if all others have forgotten. And hopefully, he'll be everything my dreams tell me he was. As I will be everything I once was. Hopefully.

-Memories of the Lost One, three weeks and six days after the Return to Sundren

[Elusa]

Tieflings. Perhaps not an issue of the greatest importance in Sundren, but there are enough of them to raise an eyebrow or two, considering their reputation. Their kind remains a bit of an enigma to me. Nocte is... tolerable. At least as long as there are no paladins around, in which case one might want to find a quieter place to rest. He obeys the laws as far as I can tell, though he is quick to use them to his advantage. There is also the tiefling known only as 'Spikes,' whom is as formidable as his name suggests. He is one to be avoided, as unlike Nocte, he tosses the law aside whenever it suits him. A confrontation is likely to end in broken bones.

Then there is Zack. Of all the tieflings I've met and conversed with, he's the only one that has any even remotely admirable qualities. He's often blunt, but honest. As with most all of his kind, he has a distinct distaste for paladins, but I can't say I've never been annoyed by paladins. He doesn't care for social etiquette and seems to see all women as sex objects, but at least he's not violent. Quite the opposite, he's very careful to stay within the law, but he always expects it to work against him, not for him. Still, I can see within him the possibility for kindness. He must have strength of will, to have resisted the blood in his veins for so long. I just wonder if it is possible to get him to work against the current, rather than cling to a rotting log.

I think this is an issue worth pressing. Lady Kathryn certainly thought he was worth the effort. I don't plan to offer anything concrete in exchange for his cooperation, but hopefully I won't need to. If I do, I know certain things he might desire.

-Memories of the Lost One, three weeks and four days before the End