Today we go west to the Evermoon Hollow, to meet the king of the wood- elves. He honors me for a recent engagement I fought with the bandits who live to our east. He also honors my brothers, for they have returned from the north as
warriors of Ordasen, the Great Bear, they will now spend their lives seeking his
mark. They are truly great warriors, I admire them so. My father himself was
actually marked by Ordasen in only his one hundred and thirtieth year. That is a
most impressive feat, as most wood elves enter the Great Academy at that age, and spend nearly their whole lives as heroes throughout the world before earning that mark. I hope only that one day I might become a warrior of Ordasen.

Day of the Sun, Month of the Battle, 44 years since I have been spared- My brother
Tholius has tattooed my face this day. It is a raven in blood red, with swords
running down from my cheeks on either side. They have taken to calling me
Ravensblade. It seems that the ravens would not touch the victims of wood-elf
slaughter until I took to commanding expeditions. For the last eight years, my
blade has made the ravens fat and happy, so my father says.

Day of Thunder, Month of the Battle, 48 years since I have been spared-
Destroyed!! Our village has been destroyed! I am forsaken! While I was hunting,
it seems a terrible battle has taken place. I see now my brothers, their bodies
wracked in terrible pain with enemies lying dead around them. It looks as though
they were simultaneously burned and frozen. What a sight! I despair!! Most of
the dead are human, though I see at least two fire giants, and even one of my own
race. They are not warriors; they are cloaked in black, with a silver brooch the
shape of a star. There, I see him now, my father. How terrible. His body is
mangled so, but no blade has touched him. There are forty dead at his feet. Our
whole village destroyed, my only family. I will find them and kill them. I will
find them and kill them all.
*Here blood stains the page, as Ulthinius made his oath by cutting his hand with a dirk*