Into The Mountains

The twentieth day of Satur, in the year 3012

We arrived on the Isle Of Ruin weary and ill. Arilyn, in fact, took quite a while to recover after our landing as Jacques and Dolartu scouted the island. When they returned they brought with them a party which included a paladin of the Church of Aesia and a young woman, Astrid, posessed by a vampiric dagger, though none of them seemed to have been aware of that frightening fact. After the blade was destroyed by Bastion, an elderly human wizard, we were able to bed down for the night... together.
As it turns out, though the quests of my party and theirs differed, we were able to assist each other. Which was very fortunate. When we awoke the next morning we found ourselves in a very different place. We found the city of Lloleyn recreated by the mad musings of a powerful, yet senile old wizard. With the assistance of our new companions we managed to defeat him and gain the shard my friends were searching for and also the relic our companions were seeking.
After the fall of the crazy wizard though, we now find ourselves in unknown mountains. I must say though, my ever faithful wolf seems to find herself at home.

Associated Regions: Lloleyn

From the journal of Altaire

Contributor: Sandra Cousino