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Losing It
I am the greatest of fools. How am I to think that I could have taken on the leadership of these people? In the last few hours I have made more mistakes than I would have thought possible. First, I go off to a tavern when I should have been guarding Islan. I was the one who made a point of keeping a guard on him at all times. Yet I was stupid enough to think that Therondy was too sick to attack him, and that Islan was still well enough to defend himself. Defend himself, ha. This of the man who would talk to the sheirhur (a human shaped demon) while she repeatedly stabs him with a dagger. The elf may be brilliant at magic but he has the survival instincts of a lemming. And I know this, yet I left anyway.

That was only the start of my idiocy. There was simply too much to list. Besides, after tossing Islan's crystal around like an ordinary rock, alienating Nyran, forgetting the plan, exposing the crystals to MacLeane, failing to notice the bard and William's mate listening in, revealing too much information to these Selledorians, and trusting William, doesn't seem quite to important. I dread to think of what has come about by so many people touching that one crystal.

I seemed to be able to do nothing right until we ran into those little lizard chicken things. Then everything came back. My bow, the sight along the shaft of an arrow, the tension of the string on my fingertips. It is good to know that my skill is only enhanced by magic, not depending on it. In the draw and release of the arrows, I found the peace that escaped my though all my mistakes. In the shot, I knew all I needed to know and all was well. Even while being eaten by funny shaped lizards.

Associated Regions: Curmeah
From the journal of Anwar Fin Jorag

Contributor: Erica Marks