Tassadar's journal

[Tassadar]

I don’t know exactly what lead up to this point. I’ve walked for miles. Something is drawing upon my mind, like a beckoning. I first awoke upon a mound outside of Adelain. The Song of Nali still ringing in my ears. And then I felt it, the ‘Calling.’ it haunts me every day, in my dream like a demanding lord over a renegade servant. It pulled me into the city, and there to a group of adventurers. The Calling beckoned me to them yet I did not want to go. I burn when I resist the Calling, and yet it is as if there is a strength in me that is designed to overpower this darkness, but I know not how to control it or why this battle rages over me. At first I was able to resist the Calling to go to the adventurers by merely staying within the city but as they moved about the burning became greater. My end seams be entwined with theirs.

Today the Calling was so great that I unwillingly went and sought out the group, if even only to calm myself. There they held a prisoner and I could only think of death. It was as if I could only see through a red film or as if I were a wolf with only the taste for blood hounding in my stomach. I crept to them and they could not have seen me for when the Calling takes me I am stealthier, as if the very shadows of the world bend to my will. I crept to them and drew my weapon. A surge, I felt the power of Nali in me and my strength of will gathered. I was able to sate the Calling by redirecting my lust upon the goblin prisoner. A power surged within me and I bent his shadow to my will choking the life out of the goblin. With his snapped neck on the ground, I realized in truth that the Calling was to exterminate life. More specifically the lives of these travelers.

Just being near to this group sates the Calling to a degree. Though some days it seams stronger than others. I followed them to an empty river and some large beetles attacked them. I felt the Calling again and my lust over took me. My hands wrapped around my blade I approached the one the call Aran and as I drew my weapon I felt the power of Nali selling. At first the contention was equaled and I didn’t know what to do. Then I remembered the Song Of Ariel and light shown in to my mind and I was able to use my energy to help slay the beetles.

This group, this target. The Calling wants them. Some days it is to much, others it is controllable. I have decided that traveling with them is my only choice. There is one here also that has an unusual connection with something ethereal. Though I don’t know more he doesn’t talk much. We will be entering a cave of some sort soon, the Quiet One thinks there are hostages locked away there, perhaps I might find solace and the ability to control the Calling in the deeds of good…… the deeds of Nali.

[Matt]

Wow, this is really good, Chris!

[Tassadar]

Wow, this is really good, Chris!

thanks i like to do a journal it hepls with charecture relations

[Taco]

I like the idea. I always enjoyed journaling "in-character" for the original Rea campaign.