Smriti's Journal Entry 1

I am writing my thoughts on my journey so that when I return to my Brothers and Sisters at the Monastery I will have something to show for the time I have been gone…Though I cant say how long that has been, for I am so completely removed from anything I have ever seen or heard of that I can not place the time. The people here are less than helpful in that regard as we seem to have a different calendar.
Anyway, I will start my “journal” with my 1st day in this new place.
I had been in some castle room for quite some time, tho as I think on it, the less I can remember about it… like some sort of dream almost. It was most certainly real, or will be until I can come up with a better explanation. I find myself thrust in the company of a curious group of people.
I wake up (tho as I said I don’t think I was sleeping) in a room where two men are trying to gain access to a room, or door of some sort. I am greeted with rather, less, surprise than I would think. It seems they posess some sort of a cursed lamp, and I have, or so they say, emerged from this lamp. But I am rather fuzzy on the details of how I got into the lamp and why now should be my time to escape. I am also rather fuzzy on much of the details of my life to this point, but I am seeminlgly whole, at the moment, and will work on the problem of my memory loss later. The group greets me with mostly indifference but a couple of them are friendly to me (and one speaks my 2nd language, tho very soon after my arival I meet the other female in the group and she casts a spell so that I can understand and be understood). It seems that I will be joining their group. I am not totally up to speed on what our objective is, except that leaving this town is priority one… they seem to have gotten into a some sort of trouble, but I do not press TOO much yet…for one, they seem rather comfortable with telling me no matter if I want to know or not, and for two I am happy that they have agreed to let me tag along with them until I can at least grasp some memories of my own back.
We travel in the town as a group, even though they claim to want to keep a low profile. Personally I am not sure this group could keep a low profile if their lives depended on it. In fact I know this, because in this instance their (and my) life was put on the line due in part to our carelessness in traversing the city. We are in the process of getting to the ship that will be our freedom from this town when we are set upon by a group of armed men and a wizard (or two), my memories of this “1st day” are some what hazy. Everything moved very quickly. Fortunately my battle skills are not included in my memory loss. Our party fought bravely, for the most part. Though I am sad to report the loss of Lugizar. He is one of the party that had welcomed me in so openly. The rest of my new companions seem less troubled by his death, and seem to have some sort of plan for his body that seems somewhat…well the word I will choose is disrespectful, tho that is only because a better one is slow to my mind today. I am injured in our battle, so are many others of our party, but there is only the one loss, so I suppose I must be thankful for that. I follow them onto a ship (where my prescence is questioned, but ultimately accepted).
An eventful first few hours out, and probably the beginning of more adventure than I would even want to imagine….

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