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Journal Log: 4/5/08

Dear Diary:

I think I'm sick. I can't even begin to keep track of what has happened.

After an uneventful journey to the Shadows we find ourselves in the keep of the heart of the Shadows. I can't even begin to tell how I feel. It's like I am reliving the worst nightmare in my life and not being able to move even though you are. I really don't feel like I'm in control. I need to get out, but I can't. I can't leave my fellow colleagues behind to face the blackness that is in the Shadows.

I stand here again. I know it well. I've been here before. In the past I have been here and somehow I forgot everything that was of that time and more. Who, were, and even what I am. I am no more what I was, but now I must go forth and become me. How doesth one become something out of nothing?

The keeper of the Shadows has invited us into his dungeon to rid him of the blackness he has considers to be a foul. Why I can not even fathom. Goblins are a muck and becoming more than even the keeper of the Shadows will consider. Where oh were are you tonight, we go forth to to kill you tonight. He who runs the slave will die tonight. We are in a place which even Hell itself has no name. A place of Shadows and who's form has no meaning in man's place, but for the others the name and its contents seem to roll off their tongues as if it were not but a name. I know we will not leave unscathed the blackness that is forth will scare us tonight we may leave but we will loose everthing of what we are and were. I know I lost it all.

It should be a simple journey into the depths to release the flickering lights snatched from the keep from a far. Yet, the darkness has quenched the brightness from within me and I do not shine out forward to the ink of the blackest parts from forth we come. We go now to crush the sickest of the black, the slavers, a goblins with names which I can't even begin to fathom. It should be a simple plan, go forth and kill, destroy, and release the flickers of brightness so they may shine forth on the keep from far, but I know the silver tongued minstrel pulling our lines will not easily let us go even though that is what he has promised us. His evil doth concealed by our good intentions as easily as the fog of darkness covers the low lying areas from the mountains of evil like a foul.

Maybe the darkness within my past has come forth and will be able to find my past so I may begin my future. What does the future hold for one who no past? We go forth in the depths to bring light to the darkest reaches of its pits.

Kill them, Kill them ALL!

Gwen

-M51