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Entry 1 -

Too bad I lost my old diary with my other belongings, but it's nice to start with a fresh one. It's kind of symbolic of my renewed life. Not just renewed from death, but renewed in purpose! I still feel giddy thinking of it. I've experienced a miracle so great that I'm at a loss of words to describe it. But I shall try, so that I may look back on it on some far off day in the future and reflect on how my life has changed as I grow.

Many days ago, I'm not sure many, I was travelling through the forest south of Norwick. Rawlinswood is it? Hmmm…. The name eludes me. Anyway, it's filled with many goblin's who love to attack travelers. I had friends with me, of course, as it's not safe to travel alone because of said goblins. An elven ranger called Karion Silverbow, a half-orc warrior named Vrugar, another elf called Elvin (a name which amuses me), and a priest, who's name unfortunately eludes me. Why can't I remember it? Is my mind that muddled from my experience? We traveled deep into the woods. Too deep, though we didn't realize it until it was too late. We were ambushed by goblin archers and a shaman. All of us fought bravely for our lives, but we were outmatched. The archers must have used poison on their arrows, as I felt weak after being hit with them. I tried to cast healing spells to keep me alive, but it was for naught, and I was killed, as was other priest in our party.

The rest of the party was able to flee. Vrugar even stopped to get my slain body. I think he's grown quite fond of me, always mentioning how my pretty face brightens his day. I think many men could learn a lesson on how to treat a woman from this half-orc! Both Karion and Vrugar decided to try to have me raised, but some unforeseen force would not let it happen. For some reason, my "connection" between the soul and body was removed, making it impossible to have myself raised from the dead. Still, Karion was determined to find a way.

Meanwhile, I sat and waited in the Fugue plane. The priest fellow shortly left me to go to his god, knowing that it was his time. I chatted with a mage whom I had seen in my travels. I was nervous of him at first as I witnessed him change into a giant spider. Ewww, just thinking of it still makes my skin crawl. Ugly, half decayed zombies I can put up with, but spiders? I just can't stand spiders. Argh! I've got to stop thinking about that.

Back to the Fugue. I sat there mostly by myself, though some people came and went. I don't know how long I was there, as minutes felt like days. I must admit the view from the Fugue is amazing, but the place is ultimately boring. I just sat and waited and thought. Many thoughts ran through my head. I thought of all the friends I had recently made after arriving to Norwick and how I might not see them again. Missing Aspen and Erelad's wedding. My father's heart breaking when he finally finds out I'm dead. I'm his little girl, after all.

Even though he's a great paladin of Tyr, he always turned into a very worrisome and doting father when it comes to me. I wanted to follow his footsteps, but he was afraid of me becoming a paladin, so he convinced me to join the priesthood instead. Which turned out for the best. Priesthood suits me well. When I decided to adventure out into the world anyways, he had the wisdom to realize that I wasn't a little girl anymore, and gave his blessings. Still, I knew he feared losing me.

And I had just made that fear reality. That hit me hard. I had failed my friends, and most of all my father. A dam within me burst and I began to weep. People needed me, I could feel that they still needed me, but I was dead. That is when a miracle happened.

As I finally stopped crying, I felt a sudden warmth fill my body, and sensed a presence before me. I slowly raised my head from my hands, and found myself looking upon Tyr himself. I tried to speak, or move, or somehow acknowledge the deity I worshipped, but I was so filled with awe that I just sat there. Tyr looked down on me and told me that I still had things left to do in the world. He was sending me back, as long as I promised to continue to serve him and spread his faith unto the town. My heart leapt at his words, and I tried to give him my thanks, but again my awe and also my joy choked my words in my throat. I don't think I offended him, as I suddenly found the world around me fade to black.

I awoke in the friar's house, still in shock. I was alive again! I wanted to laugh and cry at once. I ran out of the house, for I wanted to see the sky and grass and prove to myself that this wasn't a dream. As soon as I left the doorway, I immediately ran into Vrugar. I have never seen his face light up before as it did that moment. In the back of my mind, I felt that I should go praise Tyr and offer my thanks, but I looked down on me and realized I needed clothes. If it weren't that I was so happy to be alive, I think I would have been very embarrassed to have seen that I was unclothed in public! Instead, I ran right over to the general store and Vrugar gave me some money to buy clothes.

After getting dressed, I ran over to the well at the center of town, and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Praise Tyr!" It felt so good to be able to do that. The joy I felt at being alive again was immeasurable. I then fell to my knees and offered a prayer to Tyr for the miracle I was just bestowed.

And Vrugar, bless his heart, waited patiently for me. Then he and a fellow half-orc of his then gave me some new armor, weapons, and other items, as most of my belongings were lost. The only thing that Vrugar was able to keep was the copper ring that Reginald gave me. Karion then arrived, and he was quite stunned to see me. Ah, to see my friends again…

I was soon approached by an older man, who asked if he overheard me correctly mentioning Tyr. I told him I was a cleric of Tyr and related the story of the miracle Tyr bestowed me. The old man, Charbonneau, informed me that he also is a cleric of Tyr. We both were glad to find a fellow worshipper in the town, where it seemed none existed. He bid me farewell and went on his way, for he had things to do.

And then another person approached me about Tyr. This person was a paladin, by the name of Maddoxxx. I've seen the man in town before, but never met him face to face. I again related my story, and also told him how my father was a paladin of Tyr. I became even more joyous to have met fellow worshippers of the Even Handed.

A man suddenly called me over. It seems that Charbonneau had collapsed into a seizure! Determined not to let a Brethren of the Even Handed perish, I immediately set about to pray for a healing spell for Char. He finally came out of his seizure, much to my relief, though I was still concerned and wanted to make sure he was alright.

He explained that he had a vision of his mentor, Benet. The name didn't seem familiar at first, until he mentioned how the priesthood had declared Benet to be of the Beloved several years ago. He didn't anymore of what he saw in his vision, but instead talked of who his mentor was. It was good to see that he was recovered though.

The man who called me over, introduced himself as Alex. He was a druid who has recently been learning the ways of a monk, and I think Tyr specifically. At least I remember he had a symbol of Tyr. Drat my fuzzy head again. Too much to remember… But the fact remains that I found another believer of Tyr. And I was again astonished as I then met Justinia Norwick, who is also a paladin of Tyr! Seems she overheard us talk of Tyr as well. So many believers of the Even Handed god right after I was resurrected! It had to be an omen sent from Tyr himself.

We all decided to head to the tavern to have a good chat, as we all thought ourselves to be rarities for worshipping Tyr. I think we each thought it well to be surrounded by like minded people. On our way to the tavern, Maddoxxx stopped me for a moment and gave me a beautiful ring, with powers to increase my strength, as a symbol of his friendship for myself, a fellow worshipper of Tyr and a daughter of a fellow paladin.

I then saw Reginald and so stopped again to briefly told him of my death and rebirth. A messenger interrupted to give a message to Maddoxxx, who left too quickly to meet the others at the tavern, and so gave me the message to pass on. Maddoxxx was invited to a grand duel in the orc forest. The messenger left, and I continued my story, only to be attacked by the messenger shortly after I mentioned Tyr's name. Luckily, Braeth, who belongs to the militia and is a good friend of Reginald's, dispatched the attacker before he could lay his weapon on me. The poor fool didn't stand a chance against Braeth, and hit the ground dead after only a couple of blows. I decided I would warn Maddoxxx not to go to the duel, for I feared that it was a trap.

I said goodbye to Reg and Braeth, and finally made it to the tavern and sat down with my new found friends and told them of the messenger. We all pondered who the messenger might have worked for, when Char suddenly announced that this town needs a place of worship and refuge. We all agreed and soon we were discussing of plans to make a temple dedicated to our god. It felt so right to me. It felt right to my fellow brethren as well, and we all vowed to make our vision a reality.

My resurrection by Tyr himself so that I may help spread his faith and help the town; what better way to accomplish that? And the fact that I ran into four other worshippers of Tyr so shortly after I was raised; was it not an omen from my god?

Hmmm… now that I'm reflecting on the events of this evening as I write this down, I suddenly wonder if I'm as much of an omen unto them. Tis a great weight He has placed on my shoulders, but it tires me not. I feel so full of life, and not just because of the resurrection itself. I now have purpose in life, TRUE purpose. Not to say I didn't have purpose before, but what I feel now is more grand. This is my destiny, and I shall not allow myself to fail in this task.

Alas, my dear Papa, I'm afraid that even though I may be alive, I am no longer your 'Little Girl.'

Entry 2-

It's been a few days since that fateful day, and the overwhelming feeling of being truely alive has yet to fade. Everything seems more vivid to me. The colors of the sunset have never looked so beautiful; the falling snowflakes reflect the light in shimmering patterns... Yes, I said SNOW! And quite a lot of it.

But I think I'm getting ahead of myself here.

I started the day by trying to get in touch with my fellow worshippers, especially Charbonneau. I wanted to discuss how we shall be going about to build the temple we wanted, and I also wanted to see if Charbonneau could mentor myself. I'm sure that he's had much experience in his life and probably has much he could teach me. Alas, I never found Charbonneau, but I was able to find the rest of the group.

Maddoxxx and Justinia told me of how the both talked to a fellow paladin of Tyr that is a member of the militia, telling him of our plans for the temple. He told them that a temple for the town is being planned, but it would be serving a number of Gods that work to bring good in the world (Tyr, of course, being one of those). Maddoxxx doesn't seem happy with this, he'd rather see a temple for just Tyr, and I don't blame him. Justinia seemed a little more open to the idea.

Myself? At first, I had the same feelings as Maddoxxx. We banded together for a temple for Tyr, after all. I felt that this temple was my the quest that I'm meant for! But after listening to Justinia, I began to think differently. And it's not like she really said something that totally changed the point of view, but rather it made me think of how the town's plan for a temple would be good instead of bad.

We have people from all walks of life in the town of Norwick. Would it be fair and just if we kept with out demands of a temple to Tyr, and turn our backs upon people who follow other Gods of goodness? And our desire to have this temple was to provide a safe haven for those in need of protection from the evils that work against us. While I might be able to find shelter walking into the temple of another good God, let's say Torm the True for example. But would I not feel much better and safer in a temple of the Even Handed instead? Would not the rest of the townsfolk feel likewise with whomever they worship?

Justinia and I both think that we need to talk to Charbonneau before we do anything, as this was his idea. I think the wisdom of his many years will be able to shed light on the situation. Plus I think I have a new idea that will work.

The rest of the day was spent on bringing justice to those who wish harm to innocent people. Braeth, Justinia, and one called Grivel allowed me to help them deal with some of the bandits that wait to ambush people in Nars Pass. It was a good adventure and I was awed at the skill my friends had. I watched carefully, making mental notes of how to better hit with my weapon. It was also the first time I was back in combat since I was raised. It felt good to have my blood pumping again. After bringing justice to many of the bandits, I felt that Tyr was pleased with me, as I felt more able to access the powers he grants me.

I do wish that I was stronger though. My father did pamper me a little too much as I grew up, so I'm only of average strength. Justinia gave me a suit of banded mail and a tower shield to use instead of the lesser quality gear that Vrugar's friend gave me. I must admit the protection they offer me is great, but the weight is very tiring. I do have two rings, the one Reginald gave me, and another that Maddoxxx gave me, both as signs of friendship. When I wear them, I feel a bit stronger. I know it's probably just some magics within the rings, but I'd rather like to think that the strength of my friendships combines with my own strength.

I can imagine Papa chuckling at me if I told him so. He always thought I could be a bit of a hopeless romantic sometimes. But that's why he married Mama. She always loved to tell grand tales involving love and friendship.

Maybe the "Little Girl" isn't so lost as I feared the other day.

EEP! I've started to ramble! I'm so sorry! Back to the day's events. I've yet to talk about that snow...

After we fought the bandits, we headed back into town. A sudden chill filled the air, and snow started to fall from the sky! I love the pretty symmetry and unique pattern each snowflake has. But the cold that accompanies this snow.... Brrrrr.... I definately prefer warm climates.

After admiring the snow and warming ourselves by a fire, I found myself agreeing to go into the crypts in the graveyard to clear out some undead. I've always been eager to bash the undead. The village back home was hit by an large mass of undead creatures when I was in my early teens. Though my father and his mean were successful in dispatching the foul beings and the necromancer that created them, many villagers died that day. What abominations undead are!

This time the group I was with had Maddoxxx, Justinia, Braeth, and a monk called Kenshin. Hmmm, I think I mispelled that name... Many undead creatures attacked us in the crypts, but they could not stand the might of our group. I think the biggest problem was the various poison traps and diseased corpses that hindered a few of my friends. Still, it was nothing that couldn't be overcome in the end, and we made it back in good health and spirits.

Of course, fighting evil and snow wasn't the only noteworthy things. Maddoxxx had a private talk with Justinia, and I was close enough to overhear some of the conversation. I feel a bit naughty for doing so. It's that hopeless romantic part of me at work again. Maddoxxx had some trouble with trying to say what he wanted to tell Justinia. He gave her something to help protect her, because he wanted to make sure she'd be alright. Now, he did the same with me, so the gift wasn't a surprise to me, but he really seemed flustered. I think he was being struck by some shyness because he really likes her! Justinia, on the other hand, was very forth coming and accepted the gift and gave one in return. Her manner had no shyness to it, and it seemed that she really likes him too.

Hah. I just remembered my old playmate I grew up with and how we'd spy on others and tell each other gossip. It's been a while since I've done that. I guess this diary will have to fill that role.

Those two paladins aren't the only ones bitten by the love bug. Braeth had given a few compliments about my beauty. I tried to say something back each time, but, as always when guys start complimenting me, all I end doing is turning into a bashful little girl who just stands there and blushes. It doesn't help that I'm being told this by an elf, seeing as elves are beings of great beauty themselves. I really think he likes me, and not just as a friend. When our group split up after trouncing through the crypts, Braeth gave his goodbyes and then took my took my hand and tenderly kissed it! I just stood there speechless! It was all I could do just to not fall over swooning.

Could I also be in love?

Entry 3 –

Ever since I came back to life, I didn't think anything could ever take away the joy that filled my heart. Of course I was wrong. The loss of people I care about will threaten to shatter any happiness. I'm thankful to the gods that there was a happy ending.

I was approached by Rage and Eledaar, who told me that Karion has been killed. This was the first time somebody close to me has died, and it saddened me greatly. It also shocked me that they suspected Alex of looting his corpse. I offered to help with trying to collect money to have Karion raised, since he had tried to do the same for me. Even if he hadn't tried, he's been such a good friend to me.

Rage, Eledaar, Braeth, and I headed over to the Friar's house, since the body of Karion was placed there for safe keeping. Alas, the body was missing! Was some force at work to prevent us from bringing back Karion like there was preventing me? Some other friend came to offer help and we all prayed to each of our own gods for a way to bring Karion back to us. After some time, I looked up from my prayers and couldn't believe my eyes. Karion was standing before us, good as new! The gods answered our prayers and decided to give him another chance at life. It was good to see my friend again, and I gave him a big hug.

Afterward, Braeth invited me to sit and talk with him. Again I was reduced to the bashful little girl, but I found enough strength to accept his offer. We sat by the well in the center of town. Since he told me about himself when we fought together against the bandits and the undead, he wanted to hear about my life.

What? I didn't write about what he told me of his past the other day? Shame on me. Basically, his whole elven village was wiped out in an attack when he was a very young child. He survived only because he was disobeying his mother and was out in the woods when it happened. A human ranger had found him and raised Braeth.

So I told Braeth of Papa and Mama, and how life was like growing up in our small village near Waterdeep. Braeth was especially interested in hearing about how life for me was like growing up, since he grew up without a family. He also made me blush a few times again with compliments. I know I always end up blushing when people do so, but I also feel my heart leap when Braeth compliments me.

Braeth then came closer to me and showed me a necklace. He said he was wearing it when he came to my defense against that attacker back a few days ago. He placed the necklace around my neck, saying that now he'll be protecting me always, even if he's not there. The instant I was wearing it, I felt safer. I'm sure that the amulet is magical, but it's still nice to imagine that it is Braeth's caring that is protecting me, just like I imagine with my rings.

He also confessed that while he did defend me because it was his duty as a member of the militia, he knew there was something more that made him leap to my defense. I felt myself turning bashful again, since I just thought he was doing his job.

Our conversation soon turned toward my death and resurrection. I found myself telling him of my tale in great detail. I've told many friends about it before, but only in this diary had I given the same detailed account of it. I think I really needed to open up and tell somebody the whole story, telling exactly the emotions I was feeling. Being with Braeth gave me the strength to stay composed throughout it, though I know my eyes began tearing a few times.

Erelad, who is to be marrying Aspen, also listened in when I began to mention how Tyr had came to me. He briefly said that he went through a similar experience. I hope to later talk to him about it, but at that time I just wanted to be with Braeth. Erelad had been there because he was reminding people of the upcoming wedding. Braeth asked Erelad if I would be invited as well. He didn't know that Aspen already invited me. Then Braeth floored me by asking me if I'd like to attend the wedding with him. You should have seen him! He was suddenly all flustered and had trouble asking me. He was actually being bashful over me! I'm surprised I didn't swoon from it. Instead I forced myself to accept his request, much to his happiness, and Erelad's amusement.

Braeth and I chatted some more, until he had to attend to his duties and chastise someone for carrying a weapon in town. Not that the person listened. As this happened, a young man approached me, asking me to help him. He looked very troubled and scared. He spoke of how he had just woke up in the graveyard, not knowing who he was. His last memory was being held captive by a goblin called Skaka. I stopped to help him, and asked others if they knew him. After some unsuccessful searching, the young man began to get tired so I dropped him off at the inn and gave him some money for a room.

Entry 4 -

Things have been a little quieter around me, but interesting stuff still happens.

I started the day with meeting Braeth by the well. I noticed that he tends to hang out there whenever he's on duty, probably because it's the center of town and everybody passes it at some point. We sat and talked about things with some friends. I mentioned I needed to try to find my group of Tyr's followers and talk with them about the temple and also about Alex. The fact that he may have looted Karion's body still disturbs me, mostly because Karion is a dear friend. Braeth gave his concerns about Alex, mentioning how Alex told him that he was a follower of Mielikki. I told of how Alex told us that he started training as a monk in order to control his more animal urges and chose Tyr to guide him. Others seemed to think Alex is shady too. I plan on at least talking to Alex about this. I hope he isn't playing us.

While we were chatting, Braeth gave me a nice back massage. I'm not sure how skilled he really is at giving one, but it felt great none the less. My back and shoulders have been getting sore from this armor and shield. When I complained about the heavy armor, Braeth said I should wear normal clothes when I'm in combat. I pointed out that it usually ends up each day that I go out into some fight so I've just developed the habit of donning the armor and not worrying about it.

I got to meet up with Maddoxxx and talk to him privately about my concerns about the temple and about Alex. He agrees that we should keep an eye on Alex. And I appear to be singular in the thoughts of supporting the town's planned temple for many faiths. He thinks, and he says Justinia agrees, that Tyr should have his own temple. One reason he gave which I do think is a good point is that there are specific designs a temple dedicated to Tyr must meet. I don't wholely agree that having other good faiths in a mutual temple is a recipe for trouble. But I do confess that my views of other faiths may be softer from growing up near Waterdeep.

Maddoxxx then asked me if anything was going on between Braeth and me. The question caught me off guard, and I again turned into a blushing, bashful, stuttering girl. I mumbled out an answer that tried to downplay the interest we've had for each other, but I know he saw through it. How could he not? You'd think the daughter of a paladin and a bard would have a little more backbone when it comes to guys putting me in the center of their attention. Anyways, Maddoxxx then told me to make sure that I don't get in trouble because of Braeth. He reminded me of my father, by worrying about me. In the end, however, I turned the tables on him! I went and asked how things were between himself and Justinia. Hah! You should have seen him become the bashful, stuttering boy!

Afterward, I met up with Braeth again, and found him at the Inn talking to some of his friends, Vashere and a half-orc named Sherk (I know I'm not writing those names down correctly). They were talking about a militia matter that involved Pish, Braeth, and, of all things, a bugbear that apparently spoke Common. Basically, Braeth thinks the bugbear had a message it was trying to deliver, but Pish cut it down before it had the chance. I really didn't pay that much attention though, too deep in thought over things that Maddoxxx said. Then Vashere mentioned that Braeth was now a Knight of the Legion and suggested that Pish join Braeth's unit. Pish agreed, and soon signed a contract. Braeth also explained to me about what the Legion is.

Then the half-orc said he wanted to go out and bash some goblins, and asked if Braeth and I would join him. We agreed, and we all went to leave the Inn. However, Braeth stopped for a moment because a new visitor in town began to speak ill of the militia. I think he stopped because he wanted to hear the man's complaints and also defend the honor of the militia (verbally defend, of course). Basically, the visitor thought that the militia was too strict with it's laws and harsh with upholding them. He mentioned how Braeth had earlier ran one man out of town for refusing to remove his helmet. Of course, he didn't say how the offender had rudely stated that he would not remove his helmet and gave no reason why. I also gave some support to Braeth by offering reasons why wearing helms were not allowed. They offer a good way to disguise a person afterall.

Braeth and I agreed afterward that this man that was complaining was probably not a person that cared for any laws to begin with, let alone small laws like the helmet law. The visitor did mention how he preferred another city because you could easily pay off the authorities. That really appalled me.

Sherk, Braeth, and I then went into a goblin cave and proceeded to deliver justice to them. By Tyr's maimed hand, that half-orc can dish out damage and receive an unbelievable amount in return! I think I would have died three times over from the amount of wounds I saw on Sherk.

After cleaning out the cave, Sherk left us and we travelled back toward town. We ran into another friend of Braeth's, a druid named Martin. The three of us chatted for a little while, and offered healing to the occasional passerby. It was strange now that I think about it, but as we chatted, I felt a need to be with Braeth, to be close to him... to... to... Well, to be loved by him... We started to snuggle, and I talked about how Maddoxxx flustered me earlier and how I got him back, and Martin talked about a girl he was interested in. The goblin battle must have worn me out, though, because I almost fell asleep in Braeth's arms. He escorted me back to the Inn so I could get some rest.

And that's when it happened. We both gave each other a fond hug, and he lifted my head and gave me a tender kiss. Our first kiss!! If we weren't holding each other, I think I would have collapsed. And it's not just because I was tired!.