Emion

Entry One: The Journey

It has been long, since one has written his thoughts... Yet this journey has set such in motion once more. With Illith saddled and prepared with supplies and equipment, one will venture forth to aide that who he would consider brother, Fiontann and the closest thing he could believe to call “Family” since arriving in Bree... The Bloody Dawn.

Dearest one, 
The Thane Theodvan exhibits similar traits to The Lord Emion in many many ways...his rise to power seems quickened like the flames of a wild fire. Engulfing everything around it for what he claims tah be the greater good. I know not of his intentions except tah gather many allies so tha" he is followed. He puts his trust in the nobles he allies 'imself with especially The Lord Gerwolf. I pray he knows wha' he is doin'. I trust the Thane though...

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"

It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

(A note shakily written as though with some difficulty)

Dearest one,

Night seems to fall on this sleepy town of Swerbrey none too fast. The days seem to last longer and longer with each passing hour. I walk the streets alone. This place looks forgotten. I fear I am the last left in its hollows.

(A short entry that is particularly misshapen due to nothing other than tears)

Dearest one,
The lady is gone. She took 'er own life in the presence of a few she loved. I fear the worst from what I 'ave heard. May the gods 'ave mercy on this house. 

Dearest one,

I have walked this path called life and touched its flame. It burned me.

Dearest one,