The Book Lies Open

The Return of Sohl-Lekz
by Michael 'Necromancer' Wallace

Synopsis

Time is a beast with claws to tear at the shreads of history and eat the pages of antiquity. The Journey of Sohl-Lekz was devoured long along. Scholars have pieced together remnants of the tale, but what truely transpired has been lost to the ages....

Tiirin and Sohl-Lekz spent a cople of weeks making it to the city. On the way, they met a caravan of merchants. One of them insulted Tiirin (in a sexual harrassment kinda way) and she removed an ear and reconfigured his face for him. Along the trip, the two of them sparred often and Tiirin was very impressed with Sohl-Lekz' fighting ability as he won most of the matches. She has not been beat often before. When the arrived at the city gates, they were going to aquire a long cloak for Sohl-Lekz to wear (you know, an Aamanian in Zanth.) Oh, and they "borrowed" some cash from the afforementioned merchant. They also heard rumors (from the merchants) about a Bane wandering the streets scaring people, and about a strange Sindarin.

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The Return of Sohl-Lekz

Zanth. What a strange city. And to think that I lived my whole life not ten miles from this spot. I wonder what it is like, as I wonder at so many things. Tiirin says my memory will return eventually. I hope she is right. I think on Aaman often, hoping I will remember. Alas, it is all for naught, my memories elude me. It is strange that I walk among my enemies and they know not what I am. At least, that is what Tiirin says.

I wonder where she is? She said that she wanted to see what the contestants for some battle were like. She thought that maybe I should fight in this game, or war, or whatever it is supposed to be. Maybe fighting my countrymen would bring my memories back she said. I don't know, maybe...

I've been in this city for several days now. My hair has grown out. It was shaved when Tiirin found me; according to her, that is a requirement of Aamanians, or something. The Zandir folk seem to prefer longer hair, and I think it best to fit in, at least for now.

Tiirin wishes to continue to the sea. She says that it calls to her in her sleep. According to her, once it is in your blood, a sailor must always return...always. I think that I will go with her, if she'll have me, she is a good warrior, nearly as good as me, and she says that I'm the best she's seen. I know not if this is true, but it makes me feel good. She showed me a tattoo on her shoulder. It was the skull of something she calls a "kra". According to her, it is a badge. I enjoyed looking at her shoulder...

I think that I like Tiirin. I have these feelings that I may not have liked others before her. My feelings seem to say that I've killed to many to like, or love, or any of the softer emotions. I wonder why I feel this way. Maybe I should think on it awhile.

There is some kind of commotion on the street corner over there. What is it? It looks like a man throwing objects into the air and catching them. Why would someone want to do that? And look at that! Some small creature just through money at his feet! What a strange place this city. I will go see this object-tossing man and then continue on to find Tiirin. I will probably find her in that dive near the wall, drinking something noxious as usual.