It has been far too long since i have taken the time to continue my journals, and far too much has happened for me to account for all of it in these few moments. I travel now with a troupe of companions that seem to be eagerly pursuing stupidity. There are five of us now, though some of us have come and gone on this adventure. we left Anna, Nikka and, Belgae at various points. i hope that they are fairing better than we are. we have however gained an old face that i remember from years ago, Manasael the Druid, though now he is a terror in his transformations where i knew him as little more than an initiate in his order.
I find myself rambling. I have slept. I have dreamed. I am not sure about the meaning if what was in my dreams but i know that it bodes ill for me somehow.
It is the eve of battle, tomorrow we will likely storm the keep of the Dwarf King, a fortress never yet broken. i think that the only reason we will manage it is because we have the lore keepers who created half the secrets that guard it. I know that there is terror waiting for us in those halls, the Ambershards have evil intent and lack remorse of any fashion. They have made it clear that they have no love for the king that protects them as he protects all dwarves, the king that had me created. they mean to kill him, sacrifice him i am sure. Every step that we have taken toward unraveling their plots has turned the