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Frustrations On Our Path
In all my years, though the count may not be high I have never ever felt as horribly upset, and used as I do at this moment. I cannot believe that with all my experience as a traveler, with all of my thought on thing magical and otherwise that I fell for such a simple, stupid, demonic, wench as that. My rage cannot be described in words nor can my shame. I let my entire group down. Among this group I am somewhat counted on as the one who knows about these things, and I just didn’t see it. She was too mesmerizing. I should have heeded verideans original feelings a bit more, or my own initial hesitations. But I was blinded by her apparent beauty, and my eyes were shut to the horror of her actual person. These elven forests are bringing bad tidings for our group. I do not like being here, and I want us to get through the forest, and back into our comfortably strange journeying.

Our cleric, our healer is now himself incredibly not natural. A large monument to Jerrick I suppose. Ur seems to think that magics that are apparently beyond us both can treat him, and allow him to once again become animated. This too is a responsibility I take upon myself. Had I seen what was happening earlier I would possibly have been able to prevent that demon hunter from following us any further, and therefore Raen would still be with us; well he would still be walking with us. If it is needed I shall take it upon myself to trek back to the forbidden glade, and to call out the lady, and her sorcerer to help us in at least this one thing. But I hope rather that our road will lead us quickly to some remnant of the great healing power that was fabled to exist in the elven forests.

And so we continue our journey to what end I do not know. I am unsure of our Quests completion, unsure of our road. I do now know where else we may travel, or what other monsters we may come upon. What I do know is that I am here to the end, and that no matter how much further we travel, and not matter who we meet we shall be very wary of those who we begin to trust.

From the journal of Jaxom

Contributor: Joey Zilka