Sometimes my wandering takes my feet one way and my mind another. The strangeness of the world stops me for a moment and words must be written or lost forever...


O 'ware the twisted path
hushed murmers lead astray
wil 'o wisps beckon strangely
down to darkness and decay.

Watch the swirling shadows
don't get caught up in the dreams
disguised demons, poisoned thoughts
a mind is ripping at the seams.

Fear the darkness rising
Is it wings that block the light?
Or merely shadows, greedy gulping
swallowing us with wicked spite.

Time again where the days are dark more than light and the air is crisp and cold. Many slumber like the bears in the snow, hibernating until everything awakens once again. I find myself enjoying the stillness in the air and the hushed sounds in the earlier marcs of the day when most adventurers rest.

Excitement still simmers for Altitan, from what I see. I haven't gotten a chance yet myself to actually see anything - I should ask for a portal sometime - but I've heard it described enough to have an idea. I haven't heard any more about the 'helpful' guardians nor seen anything on it myself. I wonder what clerics and chanters would do if suddenly they were banned from attacking any guardians anymore? Imagine no more spells or blessings!

I find myself pondering relationships and connections often of late...perhaps because of all the emotional turmoil I see around me. Something happened when I was away, something thats shifted my perspective and view on people. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy company and sitting at the Inn with an ale. I treasure my friends and loved ones. But I feel reserved. One step withdrawn from it all, looking at everything from a far away perspective. Waiting for the ax to fall, waiting for any trust placed in others to prove false and misplaced. Maybe that is just what happens when you fight long enough, so you can stay strong.

Maybe the quiet here isn't all because of the cold. Maybe everyone waits like me, speculative and unsure. Waiting to see if the seals break, now that the wooden bars are destroyed. Waiting to see if anything comes from Altitan, so long quiet. Waiting to see what the bronze from the tunnels reveals. Waiting, waiting for The Darkness to make its move.