The traitor and the innocent

Today I confronted Ordin for his betrayal in helping the demon dragon and hurting my mother, he made me feel too many emotions they drowned me and I could not shake them at all. My attack upon him faltered but I still see him as a traitor to our kind, he wants to be alive and the fae are making that happen. He says he still wants to be friends, I can make no promises.

In accordence to Mill's directions I found myself an innocent to kill with the dagger, the male did not die as easily I had hoped. While he still lived I cut him open and ate half of his insides via my head in his open cavity, when he still did not die I broke his leg, tore it off and ate that. The man had a persistance compared to that of a limpet, often he screamed to then call out to Mill for assistance.

Somehow I think I have broken my sister, she has gone in to a deep coma like state. Mother was not upset that I killed a man for my phylactery, she was upset over the fact I had mentally scarred my sister.

Damn I love the taste of living flesh so much better than the cooked crap at the Oak, even better than the flesh of the mage who is killable every day. On another note mother gave me an obisidian eggshell my little brother hatched from, this is going to be my phylactery instead of the pottery jar I found.

The Shaman

It is not often you see shamans on this island but I happened to have found one, and most surprising of all it was an orc. He motioned for me to come nearer to him when I had landed out of curiousity, I did as bidden only because I was a curious thing and he had turned around before I could shove him off the cliff. He claimed that the spirits told him he would recieve a visitor today, but had no idea who or what they would be.

I was offered to do a vision quest in order to find out what answers I seek, all that I got was to trust in Tiamet and she will show me the way. To find balance between what I was and what I am now, least it should tear me apart from the inside out. My path does not matter right now as twisted as it may be, whether it ends in utter darkness or not is not what I should be focused on. I need to find who I am, I also had no clue that the Dragon Queen was that watchful of those who have fallen from grace.

Before I had a chance to ask for further details, the shaman vanished in a cloud of dragon shaped smoke. The only thing I did recall about the orc is, he's from a tribe of dragon speakers...

The payback

What a wonderful day! I got to hurt mother I really did, she had crystals embedded in to her back; and she was unable to get them out. I "helped"!!!! Pulling those things from her were satisfying in a most gratifying way, I never thought I would be able to do something and hurt her at the same time.

The fates must think she deserved payback for all she had done to me, however despite this small joy I was given I do have gratitude for mother. After all she did bring me back and show me the way, I can not hate her as much as I first did.

Mill got mad at me though for hurting mother, she got that serious expression she gets when her age takes over her child like mind.

The attack

Over several hours it came to the attention of those sensitive to it, that something powerful was on its way to Mystara. We had no idea what or who it was but the tension in the air, along with this unholy feeling was enough to alert us. Mill and myself began our search for the source of this, in the time I had gone off searching I ended up finding Ordin.

Ordin had been charmed by the fae saying they were going to make him alive once more, I have no idea what to make of this as I can not be alive again. I believe the fae are lieing to him in some fashion, til I know more I can not say how or why. Turns out I should not have worried about Ordin for he aided the living, when the source of the evil finally showed up he attacked it.

The beast was a most glorious demonic dragon I could not help but admire, therefore I did not aid either side but simply watched the chaos unfold all around me. Mother decided to help the dragon and that in turn got her attacked by Ordin, the want to be alive lich had now betrayed us all.

I grew weary as the battle dragged on and on, I retired to my crypt for the night. Upon morning I heard the beast had been slain.