Post by ♥Zach♥ on Jan 18, 2006 19:57:25 GMT -5
*Walking down the hall you notice the room rented out the the cavern ranger is open, you step inside finding some interest in the sites you see, small trinkets from the deep underground. Writing of all sorts; but your eyes lay on a book, not just any book. You lift up the book and open it to read it*
Nadril Moonflowers Journal.
Day – 12 Kythorn 12th 1372 DR
I found that this small town known as Isenhold, holds much different from what I first interpreted it to be like on my way threw the gates, while it lacks in extreme population venations it makes up for in lost lore and plenty of treasure to make grand sums of money from. I still hope to find my dear friend Maria before somebody squishes her or brings harm to her.
Day – 13 Kythorn 13th 1372 DR
The days become longer, it has been but three days ago I have learned of my god’s passing from godhood, I think to my self. Was I the last to know of his death at the hands of the dark wench shar, was I that foolish to Carrie on praying to him who is not the guise of shar. I feel so deceived and cheated in life. I watch day by day out the window of dawn’s first brake down to the citizens that walk the streets with the harvest. When a god dies do all stop in their dull idiosyncratically lives to listen or does no one morn the passing of one who holds divine power?
*As you finish reading you notice and beautifly drawn picture of Ibrandul's holy symbol at the bottome of the page*
Day 14 kythorn 14th 1372 DR
I notice very few have any real knowledge of the underdark among their ranks, say for a few wizards. I have begun to contemplate teaching a few. Knowing by the tales told here the contact with the underdark is on the rise and I only think it’s fair to give the people wishing to know a good estimate of what it is like in depth.
I have been keeping a book with me for a few good years now containing notes of all I have seen in the underdark. I am not sure if I should publish it; the fact that I have had contact with many races of the underdark and even speak their languages may become a danger to me.
*Located at the bottom center shows a small but beautiful sketch of a drow woman’s face, oddly the look host a more motherly look in her eyes then evil*
Nadril Moonflowers Journal.
Day – 12 Kythorn 12th 1372 DR
I found that this small town known as Isenhold, holds much different from what I first interpreted it to be like on my way threw the gates, while it lacks in extreme population venations it makes up for in lost lore and plenty of treasure to make grand sums of money from. I still hope to find my dear friend Maria before somebody squishes her or brings harm to her.
Day – 13 Kythorn 13th 1372 DR
The days become longer, it has been but three days ago I have learned of my god’s passing from godhood, I think to my self. Was I the last to know of his death at the hands of the dark wench shar, was I that foolish to Carrie on praying to him who is not the guise of shar. I feel so deceived and cheated in life. I watch day by day out the window of dawn’s first brake down to the citizens that walk the streets with the harvest. When a god dies do all stop in their dull idiosyncratically lives to listen or does no one morn the passing of one who holds divine power?
*As you finish reading you notice and beautifly drawn picture of Ibrandul's holy symbol at the bottome of the page*
Day 14 kythorn 14th 1372 DR
I notice very few have any real knowledge of the underdark among their ranks, say for a few wizards. I have begun to contemplate teaching a few. Knowing by the tales told here the contact with the underdark is on the rise and I only think it’s fair to give the people wishing to know a good estimate of what it is like in depth.
I have been keeping a book with me for a few good years now containing notes of all I have seen in the underdark. I am not sure if I should publish it; the fact that I have had contact with many races of the underdark and even speak their languages may become a danger to me.
*Located at the bottom center shows a small but beautiful sketch of a drow woman’s face, oddly the look host a more motherly look in her eyes then evil*
