Tigris Eltanin's journal 1

I have come to realize that I have not written down any thoughts in awhile. Time to change that.

This band that I have become involved with have proven to be quite interesting. The same goes for the various escapades we tend to find ourselves in.

I usually do not stay too terribly long in one place, as I relish the opportunity to see new places and meet new people. For some reason, however, I find myself not wanting to leave this band of fellow adventurers. They are an interesting and slightly strange lot to be sure, but seem like generally respectable people. We all seek to do good and help out those in need, not disregarding profit of course. We still need to eat, after all. I was not certain at first if I wanted to join the Vagabond Blades when the job was offered to us, but the rest of the group seemed fairly eager and it was a chance to travel to another place, so I am glad I agreed.

Recently I have been learning quite a bit about the group except for the new fellow Erik, whom we have only met a few days ago. He appears to be a reasonably capable man, albeit slightly eccentric.

Umbril, however, revealed her true self to us. Turns out she’s an Elf of all things. I am not sure what to make of that. I have heard stories about them, but never met one before. Not certain if she will stay with our group, given the recent events.

Quinn, the bard, is still as odd as ever, but has proven to be a able fighter. His technique, morality, and not to mention his devotion to Jeremy, are all commendable.

Jeremy Kroley, the knight, a fellow warrior. While not a Master of the Craft such as I, his skill in battle is admirable. The ferocity he can display in a fight is truly amazing. Our fighting styles are quite different but it is always enjoyable to meet another who revels melee combat. Perhaps we can learn a bit from each other. I may ask him if he would be in favor of a little sparring session, time permitting. However, he seems to be rather troubled by the recent events that took place. Condemning that man to death in order save his daughter from the fey was a difficult decision, and I can tell that it is weighing heavily on Jeremy. The thought crossed my mind of trying to console him but it may be best if he is left alone for a bit.

The sky has darkened into night, but the stars do not shine for they are veiled by rain clouds. It is time for some rest, and I hope that morning brings back the sunshine.

Get it off my chest

Far too long has it been since I have written a personal journal.
Far too long have I denied myself this simple respite.

My last entry… Was the night I murdered a man out of cold blood and revenge.

However, much has changed since then… Much indeed. And how is it that I find myself weighing if the difference is for better or worse?

My life as a student ended in widespread hatred, this much is true. But since then I have started anew, and changed my role in life, so that I am a student of it, and not a student in it.

My travels have been received differently all around. In the city of Delbach I am a hero, yet elsewhere my past still haunts me.
I continue training, learning who I am as I experience all that life has to show me. The funny thing is… I keep changing. How is one supposed to understand themselves, when they are never the same? Perhaps that’s the whole point…

I digress; Today was bitter. As the rain fell, and a man lost his life due to his transgressions, I reflect on myself. Thinking how I am not all that different from he. Perhaps I am worse off because I understood the repercussions, and didn’t care anyways.
Or maybe not. I spared his daughter the truth: I let her hate me, instead of knowing that before he died, he had sold her to a fey. I can bare his pain, because he doesn’t need it where he is going.
I live to protect, even if it’s protecting someone from themself.

This Caramel is Excellent.



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