Today I vist Oren. It is cold there, and I find a strange helmet outside the capital. Being stupid, I slide it on, and now find it diffucult to take off. I wrote a song today. :: Oh, the birds! The Mountains! The soaring wind! Who doesn’t want, Freedom within! -Endsong. Today, I explored most of Oren, even venturing into the North. I felt a chill up my spine, and decided to turn around, knowing undead might be near. Though something compelled me to move forward… something dark and cold. I resisted the urge, and spun rapidly, escaping a spider as I went. Today I found myself stranded in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Not knowing what to do, I picked up a piece of ice and threw it, in frustration. I then heard the most vile, ear bleeding sound I had ever heard. I went to investigate, finding the strangest creature under the ice. It had tentacles, four mouths, and a horn on it’s head. I fear for Aegis if this creature is the spawn of an undead corruption. I made a short visit to Kal’Uruguan today, and I came upon a pecilier sight. I saw a Dwarf forging a giant axe, one that struck a chord of violence in my Goblin heart. The axe was pitch black, and a tinge of blue run throughout it. Maybe one day I could learn to forge with such mastery. On this day, I went wandering through the Northern reaches of Oren again, embracing the snow that I now find so wonderful and cold. Today I sit by a large pond, marveling the water’s beauty. A pig sits across from me, and I realize I have not eaten in a few days. Taking my sword to it, I slaughtered the pig and ate my meal. While this might seem a menial, pointless thing to point out… I find it strange that I felt no remorse, and simply killed the animal. I still have the helmet on, and for some reason, I am beginning to hear whispers in my mind. This cannot be good, though it might be the fact the helm is muffling my hearing. : This is now two weeks after I have left the Grove (( MC TIME )) I have been confused as an undead a few time, with this dark helmet on. My ties with nature are beginning to wane slightly. I’ve no idea why. I now feel this strong pulling to anything cold. I feel detached from my past, as if I should start anew. I shall change my name to Kuroth. I shall begin to tell people this is my name, as no one can really tell if I am lying about this. Perhaps one day I will be Ruakik again. I shall head back to Laurelin today, not to the Grove, but to appreciate it;s beauty. While I hate to admit it, a sudden greed has come upon me for minas. I visited Salion’s bar today, and then looked at the Undead ruins. The ones of the once evil city, that is now cobble, mossystone, and water. I killed a few zombies today. I came across a strange fair today. I got the helmet off. I think I should return to the Druids now, as I have seen alot.