The Diaries of Drenn

Memoirs of a lesser known Puddleby resident
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Winter 545
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Spring 546
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Autumn 546
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Winter 70, 545
I learned yesterday, from Xærus and Delirium that my daughter is still in the lands, or was recently.
Why has she not made any more attempts against my life? We must find her, and stop her... before it is too late.

Winter 65, 545
So much studying lately. I miss all my friends.
I heard some yelling from outside, and went to investigate. The darshak were invading. We fought long and hard, but in the end, we threw them all into the ocean, for the shredders to dine on.
I wish there were a way to be free of the pirates forever.

Winter 33, 545
Luna, my love, has taken that which Tardalus guards so well. I wish she would destroy it, but she plans to study it. I pray it does not take a hold of her too.

Winter 29, 545
Tardalus tried to kill Sister Indigo. Then he stabbed my hand, though he was nowhere near. He holds something in his pocket that possesses him. If he will not hand it over, I fear I will need to hurt him... badly.

Winter 20, 545
Luna does not want to be wed. I worry this means she does not love me. It is tradition where I come from, why does she deny me this one small favor? I have promised her I would not bring it up again...


Winter 12, 545
It is done. I have left my clan. There is a strange emtpiness with me now.


Winter 8, 545
Since my vision has been restored, I have discovered a newer, stronger love for Luna. It's an undescribable feeling I have deep within me. I wish I could share it with everyone, but it is meant only for Luna and I.

Horrible things have happend. During a trip to Tenebrion's Keep, several of the Nox Sorora fell to what can only be described as a horrible evil. The Sisters seemed more affected afterwords. And with many thanks to the Matre who cleansed Luna of this affliction.
Although Luna is convinced it was something growing within her womb. And she still feels a great pain that it is gone, almost equal to the pain the ailment caused.

Luna's birthday was just a few short days ago. I'd recently learned she loves the feel of dark vermine fur. Her gift was a rug made of this fur for in front of the fireplace. She loved it.