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Chapter 4

Journal entry the 8th

Much has happened, and little time have I had to sit and ponder my thoughts.
In no particular order:

I was elevated to the status of a full Maran.

I was granted, yet more power from my immortal patron, Lord Vynmylak.

My Amayara was finally embraced by the Light, and now serves it with all her
being.

I was forced to go home and visit my Father.


I was brought fully into the service of the Skyborns Brigade, one night
sitting and enjoying a cold drink of water in the Inn of the Eternal Star. I
was standing there, as it would be weak to sit for relaxation, having some
water and talking with Lady Audriel and Amayara, when I felt new power course
through me. I felt dizzy with newfound strength, and I heard the voice of the
Skyborn himself, wishing me well and commending me on my achievements. This
was a heady experience.

Next Lady Audriel led we three to the shine of the Skyborn himself, there to
plead my little ones case to the heavens again. This time we met with
success, as Lord Shokai took my Amayara off to show her something she still
has not spoken of to me. There he embraced her fully into the light, but at a
gret price. She can no longer call upon her magic to defend herself. Now my
task is clear. I must find a way to aid my dearest in finding a new source
for her magic to draw from, and find it we will, together.

Shortly after this, bloodied and wearied from many battles against the forces
of the darkness, I limped my broken and battered body home. There I was
welcomed by my elder brother, Danellaran. Well, sort of welcomed. My family
is cold, even by the standards of our people. My showing up bloodied and near
nude was a great disappointment to him. He has ever been critical of my
accomplishments. Even when told I had become a full Maran, and been granted
gifts beyond his wildest dreams by Lord Vynmylak, he could only sneer and say
"Thats very nice. Maybe someday you'll give up this foolishness and follow a
proper elven deity and achieve some REAL power". I've tried to explain to my
family that the spirits of our ancestors, the ones they so worship, were the
ones whom guided me to my Lord, but they will hear none of it.

Talking to Father was even worse. In my quest to become what I am, I
renounced the family name, and as such have no place in His kingdom. He
treated me as coldly as he would any intruder, but granted me sanctuary for a
time while I recovered. Speaking no firther word to me, he bade me to leave
His kingdom, and to go make something of myself. He said I stank of humans
and cities, and not to return until I had been cleansed of it. I fear how he
will react to know I have fallen in love with one in whom the blood of the
drow flows. I did not even attempt to speak to my sisters.

So I finally admit it, even to myself. I am deeply in love with Lady Amayara.
Her gentle smile and childish laughter have skewered me far deeper than any
spear ever could. I was not open to this, and am perplexed as to how it could
happen. ME! Fourth child of the ruler of Darsylon, in love with one whom I
was raised from birth to believe should be burnt at the stake. But I see her
gentle eyes, and innocent loving ways and cannot find it in me to feel
anything but love for her.

I fear this love must remain forever