I barely have enough light to write now. I don't know where I am, or what I am doing here. I found this book, with my writing in it, and have decided to write this final entry, one that seems so disconnected from the rest. It seems that I am so disconnected from the world that is writen ad drawn in these pages. I have no decision, but to wait...after all, no prison is shut forever, and There is always hope...this hope I will always carry, bith in this new world and beyond.

Yoday has been an odd day, and I do not know what to say about it.

This page of my journal is dedicated to Malek, much missed Freind, bondmate, and Father. Too many have passed recently, too many...

Today I reached level 11, YAY!, and Have recieved an EXCELLENT (no not actually a excellent rapier) rapier, that is in fine shape. Not much else to say, escept, MAY YOUR SWORDS STAY SHARP!

THis page of my journal is dedicated to Galihad; bondmate, father, and much missed.

Today was, questionably, the worst day of my life. I managed to offend half a dozen Amazons, and Tree slide my way out of danger. I managed to break my arm, then watch LAdy Silvermoon, AND MY FATHER out-sheild me. I feel miserable...Also, the AA has finally collapsed. I am looking at the guild HONOR right now, but I still am curious about other guilds.

Today was an extremely eventful day. some new adventurers started being...rude, and were banished, by Goddess Xia. Afterwards Goddess Xia apeeared in the Dundee Inn, and began a joke contest. I have a great sketch of her, somewhere in here...*charcoal sketch shows a very...regal looking Xia tossing a ball of light back and forth* I also drew a sketch of all the adventurers that were present, except for Magpie...He kept moving, and when he stopped, it just didn't seem him *big charcoal sketch, with one empty shair; Magpie's* I also sketched other things, like Jeffery, Tyral and Scooter,*sketch of the three of them* ANd a Gremlin, right before he bit off the end of my charcoal length *hurreidly drawn picture of a gremlin* I must admit, the gremlins seem highly intelligant, if slightly...mischevious?

I have chronichled the inside of the Sea Dweller caves, at great personal risk *ahem* The paintings on the walls are highly artistic, but they seem to glorify one thing, and one thing only. bloodshed in great amounts...there is also a type of writing I could not decipher. §╚...etc. THe Sea Dwellers caught me, and they are not he most hospitable of guests...One of them tried to crack my skull open

After my last entry, Bakkin Hart, Or Sashtan Baconheart, your pick, adopted me and made me a noble! huzzah! also, earlier today, I have met another initiate named John Needles...nice man... ALso today, My father took me to see Brandishor. It is a fascinating place...I spent a great amount of time in the temple of Cory...I hope to follow in my father's footsteps...or at least close. *wink*

I seem to have forgotten how powerful creatures are in this land. The other day I attacked a bear with my bare hands. I managed to knock it unconscious and transport it back to it's cave, but it's mate attacked me and ripped off a section of my scalp. I fell unconscious, and another traveler rescued me and dragged me to the Dundee Inn. After that, I went to the Death Lord's hidden slcove to record what was there. My fists were useless down in those caves against the Sea Dwellers, and my cutlass toom unweildly. One cut me down form behind, and I was sent back to the Dundee Monument. I am now sitting in the Inn, wondering what causes the Sea Dwellers to hate humans so... and if Jeffery is ever going to get me my cider. I did, manage to find a rotting book down there however, and it says this about the Sea Dwellers;

"Fierce creatures though they may seem, they are apparently highly intelligant. I am going to try to communicate with one tomorrow. I have high hopes for success. -Si-