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Avendesoria


City Guard
City Guard
Druid log, star date 2259.55, under a sickle moon

Dear Diary

We continued our exploration in the Thundertree ruins where we previously lost Gruul, Of The Twilight Darkness. Within a decrepit tower we stumbled upon a slumbering juvenile dragon. I finally had the opportunity to gaze upon the wonder of a real life dragon!

With my urging the party agreed to approach the dragon, and it was decided Oberons would lead the emissary due to his native Draconian tongue and charismatic speech. What a folly of mine! I should have known when pushed against a wall Oberons becomes acerbic and avenues of action become either black or white. There I was brimming with joy and anticipation whilst Oberons parlayed with promises of treasure. Woe it be that the dragon, Venomfang, only desired a child’s flesh; he wanted our poor accursed Carp!

Negotiations turned sour and the dragon could not be dissuaded from his prize. What came next is too terrible and painful to recount in full, but it must be recorded in solemnity that the lives of Carp, Zick the wizard, and Drusilia the bard were lost. Our compatriots fell bravely in battle with the dragon.

As for myself, I fought as fiercely as I could. However, even as a great brown bear I could only flail and miss. I was as a fallen leaf trying to defy the strong current of the stream. Fortunately our combined efforts, the valor of Aegis, and perhaps the guidance of the Gods, allowed our victory over the dragon. Aegis, in a mighty sweep of his axe pierced throughsa Venomfang’s hide and set him to flee.

We gained great wealth and strength from this battle, and I gained knowledge of the ways of dragons. However, it came at too great a price. My only satisfaction is that Cuddles and Senator Clovershaw were kept safe outside of battle and were not privy to the fear of the terrible lizard. I wish those were enough.

My mind is now set in hindsight and swims with guilt and regret. It was my own selfish desire that set us on the path of destruction, and my own self-doubt that kept me from negotiating with Venomfang. I should not have been so cowardly. I should have been better prepared. Although I have spent much time in seclusion and most of my dealings have been with beasts of transparent motives and egoless deeds, I knew dragons were very different. I should have taken the lead and exploited this weakness. How I wish I could go back and regale Venomfang with praise of his might, make poetry of his splendorous scales, and speculate to his exceptional lineage. Perhaps I could have pandered to Venomfang’s vanity and offered to tell tales of his grandeur throughout the land in exchange for safe passage. Instead I must live with the burden of grief and regret.

All that I can do now is to turn myself to what remains of my party and ensure our noble mission is completed. I owe Aegis and Oberons a great debt for their valor and their grief in our losses. With our bonds cemented I must dedicate myself to them until my debt is repaid.

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2 Entry #2 on Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:59 am

Avendesoria


City Guard
City Guard
So I feel Aven's character has developed from the emotional consequences of losing companions and her near death experience. She unwound with a wild night in town at the sleazy bar, but her mind is heavy with the futility of the ever lasting struggle of good vs evil. She is questioning her ideals. To put it simply, I think her alignment is evolving away from good neutral to truly neutral.

But that is John Paul's call if it can be canyon Wink

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Dear Diary

I haven’t written for a while, but you know that. I only write when I need to organize my thoughts.
Much has happened since I wrote last about the dragon encounter: we explored the Caves of Phandalin. Whilst there I came close to death in a water system. The tumultuous water overwhelmed me regardless of my crocodile form. If there was ever a time I wish I knew a sea serpent form this was it. I have taken more damage and encountered dangerous creatures before, but this struggle was the first time I truly saw my life flash before me.
Life is fleeting. My friends died fighting Venomscale. I almost died today.

We have heard tales of dragon masks. Oberon and I are particularly interested in these masks. We do not know what they do, or what the search will entail, but I have a feeling it may help me unlock my quest to take dragon form. If nothing else I wonder if perhaps it may bestow upon us power. I have never sought out power before; I had always wanted to protect and steward over natures gifts. With how disposable and fleeting life is, I wonder if it is in fact more worthwhile seeking power in order to protect. To quote an old adage: the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. What value is freedom and virtue if we all must face death and destruction? It really is my responsibility to obtain this power at any cost so that I may use it for the greater good.

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