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| A Friend Lost, A Friend Found |
| Death and rebirth? |
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The events of the last few days have been eventful to say the very least. Upon leaving the island that we have been stranded on for so long we were finally on our way to Citadel. The thought of seeing the mighty mountain filled my heart with joy but this joy would soon turn to sorry on the seventh day of our journey. Being stirred from below at the sounds of lighting tearing through the sky we all headed up to the main deck. There we saw an eleven mage raining down our fire and lighting upon the deck. I shifted into a bear and quickly went to the captains aid to help him hold on to the ships wheel. As I looked up I saw great boulders of fire crashing down on the ship I held my place as long as I could, my long nails bit into the hard wood of the deck but soon I found the deck I was clinging too was no longer connected to the rest of the ship. I swam as long as I could but the waves were too much, I thoughts as I died that this watery grave did not seem the peaceful passing into natures embrace that I always wished for. As I gasped my last breath I sat upright in bed coughing and breathing heavily. I looked to see my friends with the same astonished look on their faces. My eyes turned to Lochlan but in his place were two others. Who they are I can only wonder. |
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| From the journal of Gim |
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Contributor: James Farr |
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