I haven’t been sleeping well lately but I am almost sure it has to do with the recent shedding the guild went through. Something about it though, I just can’t put my finger on it.

I sat up last night looking at what I could see of the faint scars that run from my neck to my right thigh and I think about my time at home when we fought the terrible beasts and cleared my homeland of their presence. It was good to be there and to see the land I grew up in clear of evil. I think about that moment and I hope we can all work together to see the same for Valorn. Many people that are here have either left their home after it was wiped out, don’t remember much of their homeland, or they were born here in Valorn and know nothing but the darkness we live in. I’m sure others have felt my joy in winning back a land and most likely they too have the scars to prove it.

I looked down to my left hand and I notice the LG has faded slightly… maybe its meaning wasn’t branded as deeply as I hoped it might be. I still hold true to my promise.

I laid in bed thinking of my obscure dreams I have had and what the might mean. Three ships sail into sight. The one on the left sails off over the horizon, the one on the left takes to a circling course staying just within eyesight but yet out of reach. The third sails on toward me approaching the docks.

That is all I can remember. I thought for a minute it could be in reference to the guilds I have had the joy to be a part of but other that the fact that there are three ships I don’t see a distinct meaning in it. I am still very close to all my friends on my former guilds and neither is in threat of actually fading into the distance just as of yet. It could mean something entirely different… something I have yet to discover possibly.

I rubbed my left hand as the scar sometimes aches at night and I roll over and go back to bed. Time will tell the meaning if there is one at all.