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| A Lot Has Changed |
| Life, Death, Loss, Gain |
Though I have found pen and paper to do little justice in the recording of events, I feel that after so much has transpired I must once again put words to the record nature has left. Since our first encounter with the horrible unnatural monsters of Ravens Lake I have felt nature cry out against these atrocities. Others have recorded our trip to a mysterious island, the puzzles that have been unraveled and the loss of a friend, and the finding of other friends. Though all these events are noteworthy in the eyes of the races, there is another story being written whose importance can not be measured.
Jas was a good friend to me; he taught me the value of quiet thought and meditation, something very foreign to the gnomes. Though in life he taught me this great lesson, his death has been an even greater instructor to me. Everything has its season. Flowers grow and bees collect their nectar, the flowers spread their petals in the warm sun and thrive in the morning dew. Soon the winter comes and the flowers petal fall away, the grass withers and is covered by the snow. All living things die, some sooner than later, some before we would wish to see them go. I dont morn the death of Jas any longer. He is now one with the earth, as we all shall be one day. I can think of nothing nobler than to become one with the thing that I hold in highest reverence.
What pains me more than anything is the cry from the ground that things are not as they should be. An ancient and terrible evil has come to life again, if life can even be attributed to such horror. Each time I transform into the noble bear I feel with even greater empathy the pain with which the earth groans. The earth has been infected with the foul presence of these unnatural beasts and I can not stand by without taking drastic measures to cut this cancer out of the body it infects. With hints and clues in hand from Brunis we travel toward the great mountain Citadel. No other monument in nature is so pronounced than the mighty rock in which a fortress resides. Though I have never been invited within the halls I can see it as though I had lived there since birth when I hear Groehl and Rorrin speak of it. It is almost as if they are transported back to it in their minds eye each time they speak of their home; I long to see this place, where the dwarves have lovingly made their place in the very heart of nature itself.
Though gnomes are distant cousins of the dwarves I feel a strange brotherhood to my traveling friends. Though they dont see nature the way I do, they have learned to live at peace with it instead of pushing it aside for their own desires; something that I have grown to hate about humans and their destructive ways.
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| Associated Regions: Baratoria |
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| From the journal of Gim |
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Contributor: James Farr |
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