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------------ A Diary Page ------------ A reading from the diary of Chlor, the Mistress of Redalion: It was an early day in the Month of the Shadow. The storm that came through last night had left only a small portion of my gear dry and the entire area not covered by my long black cloak. The smell of the evaporating water trying to escape the canopy of the trees in the Dankbark Forest was overwhelming. I gave my surroundings a quick glance overnight, or that this was not the place I had laid my head to rest. I noticed a large collection of what appeared to be dog tracks leading into a patch of heavily thorned bushes and poisonous needles. This instantly made me think of the hollowed out log that I had lain down beneath that night. The log, which then looked as though it would be a heavenly spot, turn out to be hellacious. It was filled with bugs and jagged wooden splinters which made sleep difficult. I kept dreaming of a young white rabbit, which was being chased throughout the forest west of Seringale by a hungry pack of jackals. These evil doglike creatures eventually cornered the defenseless rabbit against the great colossal tree. It was at this point when I envisioned myself running alongside a pack of the most majestic and fearless grey wolves that I had ever laid eyes on. Their incredible speed and precision made it seem as though they where flying over the Theran countryside. The fact that I was even able to keep up with the pack made me realize that there were other forces at work. It seemed almost as if together these magnificent creatures had found a way to not only work as one single unit, but to also bring the best out of each and every member of the pack. It would only be strong as the weakest link. With this in mind, the pack made sure that each of the different attributes of the different wolves was used to its fullest as the pack traveled from place to place. Our pack arrived just as the first jackal leapt, with all of us overcoming him in one swooping, swift, motion. Now the wolves were in between the rabbit and the jackals, sending the latter into a giant frenzy. I turned over my shoulder to witness the transformation of my entire pack turning into a humanlike form, slaying the jackals with great ease before returning to the pack and dispersing back into wolven form. In all this chaos, I had lost track of the rabbit which had fled into the woods. I looked over and the pack had reassembled without even glancing towards the rabbit, and was apparently waiting for me to take my place. I took it and the pack let out a synchronized howl and it was at that point which I woke upon the ground. I do not wish to suggest why such a vision has been granted to me. I do not even care what you or any others who may see this do, I simply believed it to be important to me, and I thought that perhaps some could see its value in their own lives. I am Chlor, Mistress of Redalion, Former and Returning Proven of Warlord. |
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