Legacy of Battle
Entry from Kildor's Lost Journal:
“Gozran the 25th
This is our last night in Soren. My hypothesis was correct that we would end up here. I will admit that I didn’t predict the events at Tille though. Of course, we had heard the reports before our arrival, but the true nature of the occurrence was beyond unholy. Literally. It appears that arcane work was at hand to some degree. This has brought me to the conclusion that in order to defeat our enemy, we must now take the time to learn our enemy. Having concluded my investigation in Soren, it’s time for us to move on. At this moment the others are preparing for the journey east while I take a moment to reflect.
I am chasing the ghost of my father’s killers. This man, Wace, if only indirectly, is involved. Not to mention the countless crimes he has committed, including the murder of his master. And through this, I have come to know three strangers, some of which, it turns out, are more involved than I would have believed, much like myself. I’ve learned much about them since we have left Lyrus, in some cases, more than I would have liked to.
What can I say about Kellin? He’s good a good man, he’s strong, and he’s quiet. All things I appreciate. Doesn’t matter if I need him to step up or fade into the background, he is equally good at both. Whether he realizes it or not, he knows when it’s the right time for the right action; when it’s the time for Truth and when it’s the time for Justice. To most, the conversations he and I had on our travel to Soren might have seemed one sided and preachy, but I know that it resonated within his core and he took more away from it than he knows, even if he did spend most of his time drawing during it. I’ve come across some information that may truly galvanize him further, but I will wait to discuss it with him till after I have put some more pieces together at Jerith Redovan’s estate. Regardless of this though, the sword he wields isn’t just representative of his great martial prowess, but symbolic of his purpose: It is strong. It is powerful. It is unyielding. It is Justice.
And then there’s Greyfox. Just his name alone makes my beard curl. His intellect rivals my own, but his personality is that of a spoiled child. Spouting idol threats like they were common proverbs, half drawn theories dressed up as facts, and the attention span of a goblin running through a burning market. Frankly, he creeps me out. All this business with invading people’s dreams, it’s just not right. For Ryll’s sake, I consider that damnable Zero more of a friend than Greyfox and I rarely even talk to that skulking cur. But, I have to keep him close. The events in Tille only served to confirm what I already knew: Greyfox is connected to these events. While I can’t prove any wrong doing, I know that much for sure.
Lastly, there’s Ardeth. Quite possibly the most frustrating human I’ve ever met and that’s saying a lot. He’s never really seemed to know himself. I believe he had worked with the town guard prior to our meeting. Early in our dealings, he tried to step out of this role and take a more active part, but to this day I’m still not sure what that was. At times he was my assistant and, I’ll admit, for a human, a damn good one, gathering evidence, taking statements, even conducting stake outs. But, other times, I believe he had the notion that he was something of a detective himself and attempted to devise his own theories, no matter how convoluted or frivolous they got. But, of all those I’ve ever taken up Justice with, Ardeth is truly my brother-in-arms, though I’d never admit that to him, his ego is already as big as his mouth. Many times our shields locked together to stand against our enemies and many times we saved each other’s lives: I saved his many, many times in the town of Tille and he even once saving mine beneath its cemetery. Unfortunately, despite the fact that, in recent times, he had appeared to reach a level of focus I had yet to see from, I was forced to confront him this morning. By the end of it, I could tell he was walking away a different man than the night before. Even for his many, many faults, it is clear he is becoming the man he needs to be. With good intentions and a stubbornness I can respect, if there were one human I had to choose to follow Truth, it would be this one. Even if he did so fumblingly.
But, tomorrow is another day and we head for Boden. Finding Redovan’s estate and retrieving the information we need should be simple enough. I expect we will either be on our way back to Soren or following the next lead within a week.”