Well, a journal huh? I’ve contemplated writing my thoughts and activities down for some time. I am confident that many people in the years following my passing could learn from me, though I am not certain exactly what. I suppose it was just destiny that I happened to come across this nearly empty journal in the caravan. Since the owner had no use for it anymore, as he is now deceased, I decided it was fate that I should take it.
My loyal traveling companion Vadania and I are currently camping somewhere along the road, having escaped from that caravan, and I expect that we are the only survivors. It is a shame I couldn’t get the other guards to actually put up a fight, though I’m not sure it would have mattered against those creatures. I realized that victory was impossible, after loosing several guards, not even one of the beasts had fallen. There was only one viable tactical option available, and that was a full withdraw. Now here I am a few days later, headed towards the town of
I suppose I should introduce myself, since you are reading all about my travels. I am Xanatos Valarian, Grey Elf, Expert Warrior, and Tactical Mastermind. Oh yes, I am also a wanted criminal, though I deem that title to be unwarranted. I will go into the specifics of it at some later date, but I must train and meditate now.
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