The Journal of Jassa Dulan

by Helios Valhalla

Jassa Dulan was not like most Charr. But then, most charr weren't found as a cub and raised by a sylvari thief. This story is a set of journal entries following the story of my charr elementalist who decided that she was raised by my sylvari thief.

Journal entry #1

I can see the Black Citadel in the distance. It has been what seems like forever since I set foot in Ascalon. I will miss the jungle which has been my home since I was a cub but at the same time I know that I cannot bare to keep living in peace while the souls of my fahrar continue to go unavenged. We were out training on the plains around Ashford when we were ambushed by ghosts of the humans of Ascalon. Our Primus died in the first attack and with how young and untrained we still were it was not long until the others fell as well. I was lucky, had a young Sylvari not been traveling through the area and heard our screams, I would have surely died. Amara had been traveling through one her way to the Shiverpeak mountains and watching her fight and defeat our attackers was a sight to behold. It was also the last thing I saw before I awoke again in the Grove. Amara had panicked when I had passed out and brought me back to the Pale Tree to be healed, having very little knowledge of how to treat those whose bodies were made of flesh and blood.

Bah, come on Jassa, get it together. That all happened years ago. You have mourned your dead and grown stronger. There was little you could have done and you were lucky to survive as is. Move past it, remember Clawspur and the others. They will no doubt have you work with a new warband. I have to wonder if anyone even remembers me, they might. After all my father had been a shaman.

Back to the mission at hand, what I'm going to do when I arrive at the Citadel. I will need to join one of the legions. The question is, which legion shall I endeavor towards. As an elementalist I doubt that the Blood Legion would welcome me, and I don't think that I could bare to once more be a member of the Iron Legion. I guess that just leaves the Ash Legion. It's fitting in a way, the charr cub raised by a sylvari thief joining the legion known for its spies and stealth. Yes, I think the Ash Legion is the perfect place for me, especially considering Clawspur had always talked about being a thief himself.

Here goes nothing. I salute to you, the pale tree, and to my friends that I leave behind as I under take the journey before me. I will do you all proud until we meet again in The Dream.

Jassa Dulan