The Worldslayer Chronicle

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We have travelled far in the last few weeks and our group which set out from Varheim our home …the place I had thought to spend my life in, perhaps even with a family of my own …me and Surt and … its better to not dwell on that, we … I have found a new purpose, now we must save the world …somehow … and then perhaps … after … I ….we …

We have lost Haldir I’m not even sure exactly how it happened as he was apart from us, but … destiny does run in strange ways, I must have faith in my god that there is purpose and meaning behind it all. In place of Haldir a dwarf by name of Garnet has joined us, it seems the gods has entrusted him with a portion of the power which binds us together in this quest – Garnet seems both competent and with a will to carry this through and even though he hails not from our far remote home, I have a sense that we can trust him. Also of note is Sigrun or rather what has happened with her – on our way we found ourselves suddenly in battle with an enraged giant and Sigrun fell to its last mighty swing – we thought, we were sure we had lost her …we grieved her and entombed her, yet just few days later she returned … or rather someone not to our recognition claimed to be her, to have been awoke in the body of stranger – will all her memories and demeanor the same, yet different … it is unsettling, but the gods must surely look out for us or rather our quest for such a miracle to transpire …

Finally, after weeks on the road we came to Wickingford an idyllic village where we arrived just in time for the local fair and market – its was quaint, Edwin and our new dwarven friend both joined in the locals sports and each won a sausage or some such, how nice and homely is that? I could not help bring a smile to my face, for too long I have forgotten how it is to wear mail and be on lookout for danger … I enjoyed donning my simple dress and just be a girl at market, but then things got ugly ….In the evening one of the local farmers killed another farmer in fit of anger, it was not on purpose but kill him he did. The locals insisted on satisfaction yet not of the man responsible, but claiming that their patron god demanded blood for blood and wanted to give him a poor innocent baker, wanting to throw thought ‘the gate’ – I knew not their religion or the nature of this Gate, but I could not just stand by and watch them lead an innocent man to his death, perhaps it is still the events from Bronzetyren which haunts me, but I got angry – felt like people who condemn innocents to die, should at-least have the courage to face their own judgement … In the end we volunteered to go through the gate, to meet this Old Grandfather Green of theirs …but not alone, I made their leader – the one who wanted to condemn an innocent baker – to follow us, to see what he so willingly condemed others to … I just wanted him to see, to understand and learn his error and perhaps compassion?? Perhaps Im being dishonest with myself I was angry and my choice let to his death – that must now be on my conscience, I was in error …and I must try to learn from this even thought I did not at the time …

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