Journal Entry: Geldazar

I am looking at the Sheik Fan Rasha's body. Now a corpse. It has been of Two nites since his evil presence left this heavy log of meet and bone. It is a cumforting site to see. Smells and sines of life are returning. They are of foul natures to the senses, but they are not evil. Fan Rashas evil is gone from this body. For Geldenier's grace I pray that it not find its way to the harm of Good again. Thouh I feer that perhaps the end of the evil of Fan Rasha was not the end of the evil that gathers in the times of violenS and war. But I let these feers rest, for Geldenier protects and sustains.


My companiens are also a cumfort in this harsh land. They are very able in protecting Good and freeing the Blood life from its intrappment of evil forms. I beeleev that Geldenier guiddes them and smiles apon them as well. I see now as I rite this, the wise man warror Arren, strong with sword, resting now. He is of handsum character and virtue, much more studdied in the ways of learning and land and peopl. I have much truSt in him. He is examining a long water sallted woodin chest that we took from the dead sheiks chaimbers. Arren fought with the heroic strenngth and hight of a mounten follk Giant in the battel against the sheiks evil minions. His Blood and mussels are truly blessed of form and energie, blessed be his life and grace of Geldenier apon him. I am glad that I may call him a friend.

The Dworf Korrick is not of character that I woold have expectid to call my companion when I deecided to leave the abbey. He is idly smoking a finelee formed silver pipe sitting apon a rock next to our camp fire. I wonder what sort of smokey thoughts a Dworf theif by trade entertains within its mind. I do find it strange to sens a playfull nature to his rogue ways. Perhaps his skills are a deevine blessing, not a malicieus art trained for dark greed and hate. Perhaps wisdom can be found in using trickery and stelth to spill the Blood of evil. Nontheless, I call him my friend, may his life be blessed and grace of Geldenier be apon him.


The human farm boy, Idwel, is of my years, but I coold not feel farther from him. For One his body has the life of youth, unlike my own waisting flesh. But his quickely growing powers are of a far more worriesome nature. They are of a strange and distasteful nature, as is his dark birrd companion. Removing your flesh from boddy is not a healthy activity, not to speak of its independant movements and free speeking. Blessed that he can reattache it, but it is no less strange. The priests at the abbey spoke of dark arts such as this, and the heresy their practishioners commit against life. But I doubt their dogma, I sense no great evil from Idwel or the birrd. They fight with vigor and justice against evil, and have thus far prooved themselves to be noble companions. I share Arrens and Korricks apprehenshins, but Geldenier leads me onwards in Idwels company. She continues to bless his life and Blood, so may I serve her will and fight by his side, till She guides me elswise.



This journey has taken me far, and I have learned much of the strangeness and beautey of life. I feel as my body weakens, my spirit grows stronger, growing ever more in unity with Geldeniers grace. The acts She performs through me grow ever more amazing. The wounds of deathly nature sealed and clean before my eyes, Bloodless walking dead smote to the ground in Her presented power, the blessings of strenght apon my companions in battel as they clash with forces of evil, how I now share the pain and wounds of their combat, all are signs of Her amazing will. What eternal mysteries of life will Geldenier show me next? What awe and wonder? She is truly the light of life, may I be blessed and her grace apon me.



We continue South tomorro, to search for Lord Waydin and deliver this wrapped body to his possession. I wonder where this journey will take us next? Will our fellowship find moar adventure, or are we to go seperate ways? What of the growing conflict between the peoples of Alkharra and the Ivers? What of this diseased body I call my own, how long will it last? No moar wondering for tonite. Now it is time to pray and sleep.