Smriti's Journal Entry 4

I have been remiss in my journaling….
Not that I have not had time, but I always had trouble maintaining a journal, here goes nothing (again)….well I guess I should start from my last entry…

Last I wrote we had just entered the dig site…wow that seems a lifetime ago. I had barely had time to stow my ink away when we found ourselves being volunteered to check out the inner most of the dig. I very ominous looking door which once we got open lead to even scarier steps. I am finding my skin for such things is getting thicker but I was very hesitant to continue, especially given Stareg was across the site ministering to others and fighting. But onward we pushed and very soon found ourselves battling undead soldiers. I was very injured and very nearly killed and for what?? swords, old rusty (well maybe not so rusty, but who can remember such things). They were the swords in the style of the west. I am not sure I would even know how to swing one if my life depended on it. We continue our exploration.
Eventually we joined the battle raging outside. The monkeys had overtaken the walls and there was fighting all around. We end up getting separated, we were all fighting hurt…,wondering if there was anyway that we were going to get out of this alive. I managed to reconnect with Stareg. He spent one of his last spells to help me, then he is burned to death by a raging ball of fire. I know that this is something I will never forget. In that moment of his death, seeing the pain in his eye, knowing that he could have saved himself but chose to help me, I forgot about the Gifts that believers of the Gods of the Tree receive. I was afraid that the last image I would have of this man I had grown so close to would be that of his death.
My next memory is waking up, being brought from the brink of death by the healing spells of my companions. The discussion is of leaving this place and going back to the temple in Bloodeye to bring Stareg his stuff once he is raised. It is the least we can do for all he had done for us.
After some delays, (illness, attacks, rain, wild animals) we finally make it back. We reconnect and then part ways with Stareg. I do hope to stay in contact with him. He actually offered to have me tag along with him for a while. I have to say I was quite tempted. But my destiny is tied with Dorak, Iz, Cotial, and Kumori for now. I think Kumori and I might connect. I know him from my time in the lamp and I can be of some use to him in this world as well. Right as we are to leave, by means of the wizard Arimzae, a half-ling finds us and tells Kumori she has been sent to help him in his quest. There is something inanely trustworthy about this small girl….Dusky. I pay for her transport as well.
We have made it to Alchamane. Those in our group who had been contracted had to meet with their employers to receive payment. We all get a reward for our services. I find a temple so that I can be restored. I have been quite injured since the dig site and being tired and weak is really NOT a good thing with a group that gets into as much trouble as this one. Tomorrow I will be going to the library in town with Kumori, He is going to be researching what has happened in his homeland in his absence…900 years. I am going to be doing some research of my own. I am so far removed from MY homeland. I want to learn more of this new land and maybe try to do some research on the calendars of this land…I want to figure out just WHEN this is. Given Kumori’s experience, I have my fears….

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