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I see that the Halfling Thief – or “Rogue” as he likes to call himself has found my journal. Not a surprise, the little one has no regard for personal belongings. I see he has scribbled in my journal that his name is “Sevyn” not “Seven.”

No matter what, there is one thing I know. I will never enjoy being underground. It’s like what the humans do when they die – putting their bodies in the ground. It’s like being in a vast coffin. There’s no sense of fresh air. No sky. No stars. No sun. No moon.

After dispatching with the Orc Tribal Leader, or whatever the bastard was – we were herding the human slaves onto the ship, when one of them caught my eye. The only one was wasn’t human. There was – what I first thought was an Elf – but upon closer examination, he’s not. He bares a strong resemblance to Elves – but he … feels different. He emanates magic – but not like a Mage or Wizard or Sorcerer – it’s actually a part of his being. Tarius Starwatcher, the Keeper of the Stars of my village called them ‘Star Children.’

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By Tawmis of 

The scent is almost unbearable.

Being surrounded by stone does little to ease my nerves. Where are the trees? These caves are cold; surrounded by stone where there is no sky, no open air. Even now, the air tastes stagnant in my lungs. 

The last few days have been nothing short of a blur. From fighting Kobolds, and even an young White Dragon, we had discovered an Orb of Pelor that had strangely shifted us through time. The Orb was found in the home of a young White Dragon, whom we had to vanquish.

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