My physical health has deteriorated as of late. I do not wish to go into details, but regardless whether or not my memories are fact or fiction, it seems the injuries I sustained are all too real. But what is worse than the physical pain is that which keep me moving when it grows almost…

As I reached Kramoroe, I ran into Sergeant Urg of the Isles’ Guards. I quickly told him what I knew and bid he be on his way quickly, as would I. We parted, he for the Isles to warn Lord Tyrion, as the Isles sit dangerously close to Orc lands, and I to Oren. But…

I feel my skills are increasing, ever so slowly. They are nowhere near the level they once were. But I do feel stronger now. I, along with the Lord of Whisper Isles, have begun something of a quest. We and our two comrades, a dwarf and an Elven ambassador, are searching for a tome. Having…

I’ve met a great deal of people here in the Whispering Isles. The other guards seem friendly enough, but I ran into trouble upon becoming a guard. It seems I no longer have the skills I once had, or at least the ones I seem to recall having, once upon a dream. As a matter…