Prologue

Before I start, I'd like to say that this prologue is the end of my previous journal, a journal written while venturing through the sword coast. If you expect to find great entertainment in this prologue, then I'll have to disappoint you. You might even skip it then.

While you are reading this, you should read it as it was meant, the end of a previous part of my life, the life of a simple girl who travels to see nature's miracles.

Uktar 17 – year 1372

In the middle of the night summoned by a treant, I found myself in an unknown place surrounded by fog that seemed to be impenetrable. Yet I am not alone, three more people have been brought to this place, all surprised. We are supposed to find a master mage scroll of Chain Contingency in the local dungeon. Although the locals are not talkative about the dungeon I have a disquieting feeling about it. This could become more dangerous than a couple of wild animals in the woodlands.

But why me? I'm no swordsman; I'm no hero that slays villains.

The party has already been roaming this dungeon for a few days without finding the scroll. But we have met some interesting creatures down here, for instance a unicorn. One of my companions, Bartron, almost got himself killed when we were ambushed by orcs. He should be more mindful in future… or he might find himself someday on the eternal hunting grounds.

Our smallest companion, Yaeri, seems to be a very resourceful person, very handy at opening locks also. She opened the chest with the scroll in it without any trouble. Now that it is found we can give it back to the tree. We are heading for the portal that will bring us back, away from this odd place, back to our own plane.

Uktar 21 – year 1372

Only a few hours in our plane and we have already encountered a few orcs, again. By killing them we have saved a poor man's life, I must admit I discovered a new feeling in the last days, the sweet feeling of using weapons to do justice. The man said to us that the orcs are settled in the cave in front of us. We have decided to… lets say… pay them a little visit.

After a small warm up we tumble right into the room of an ogre, swinging a huge mace as he ran towards us and knocked my half-orc companion unconscious to the ground. Heavy weapon fighting finally brought the ogre down. The cave isn't so big after further exploring; all I've got myself is a fine rope. You never know when it will come in handy.

Once outside again I know our paths will separate and each of us will go his own way. My path will be homewards, that was enough adventure. Besides, it's been a long time since I've seen the fairness of our forest. I miss the opening of the spring flowers and the early morning dawn on a spider's web. But soon I'll be home again…