Najoki’s Journal

Shadowfell – September 1854

Kylune is learning quickly. He can get up a tree and tie himself up there in just a minute or two. He’s really grown up over the past years. Old enough now to start getting the knowledge of the ancestors as he meditates.

I hope Okran got that scroll. I don’t know where else to head to get through an actual veil. I’m out of leads and I’m starting to think I’m out of time, on my last patrol, I saw the tribe on the East, West, and North sides of the hole we found to sleep in for the night. I told Kylune to stay in the hole till I got back.

Circling around to the East, I take out one of the hunters before moving towards the North to take out another hunter there. Systematically working on firing arrows and moving to a new location. I have decided this will be my last stand, shouting in the wrong direction, I scream for Kylune to “RUN, Don’t look back, JUST RUN!” The three groups fall on me, I see a couple run towards the direction I called and I loose a few arrows thinking I took down at least two of them. Not looking at the direction of the hole, I call out again “RUN, RUN! Don’t Look Back!”

Switching to my sword, I cut through as many as I can; twisting and dodging, they take small slashes, wearing me down. I have nothing to lose now, as long as Kylune gets away, it was all worth it. He’s capable of being on his own, if I can just take out this hunting party. Soon, I’m in the middle of a heap of dead Vaendan-thil, the tribal hunters, that I have known all my life.

So tired, if I can just get a quick nap…

I can find Kylune and we can get back to…

So tired, if I can just get a quick rest, I can, what was I doing?

Moving, we have to keep moving, moving?

Everything is moving so slowly, so tired, I’m just going to rest, just right here…

I’m sure Kylune made it, he’s strong, Kylune made it…

So dark, cold, Kylune might need an extra pelt tonight…