Caeradwyn's Log: Seventeenth of Mirtul - Supplemental
What a whirlwind of a night. Between the Nerathi and Dragon-kin brawling in the streets and the cultists committing all manner of heinous acts, I feel drained.
I am no hero. I seek my fame and fortunes through the advances in magical study and instruction. Yet, here I am, once again, facing down the enemies of others; and for what? The humans did nothing for us when the Formorians attacked. Maybe that is the answer; Help those who deny you help in the vain hope of teaching them; to that end I will be their instructor.
And what of my companions? Intellectually, they are inferor; culturally, they are lacking; however, I find there is something that binds us together. It is intangible, yet unbreakable. It may be that our destinies are more entwined than I previously surmised.
I am no hero. I seek my fame and fortunes through the advances in magical study and instruction. Yet, here I am, once again, facing down the enemies of others; and for what? The humans did nothing for us when the Formorians attacked. Maybe that is the answer; Help those who deny you help in the vain hope of teaching them; to that end I will be their instructor.
And what of my companions? Intellectually, they are inferor; culturally, they are lacking; however, I find there is something that binds us together. It is intangible, yet unbreakable. It may be that our destinies are more entwined than I previously surmised.
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Posted on July 28, 2009 05:37
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