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MIRTUL-23-987 D.R. JOURNAL ENTRY, AUTHOR UNKNOWN.

As the plague spred across the land of Bonduala, ruled by the great, all known king: Bursata From Lanchinesse, the people had lost their hopes. Who would save them now? The great war was exhausting and almost all of the royal knights had been slain. The as always feared friends multiplied even harder now, infecting a strange disease upon all of their victims. Pain and suffering was to be seen everywhere. Chaos was in the forgotten Realms once more. And alough it already looked so extreme that the people believed it would come and end soon, it was merely the beginning of what should be called: 'The Time Of Lost Hopes.'

This morning, Chosain showed me reportsfrom our spies in Elitra, that confirmed our worst fears. They are bashing troops and launching ships bound for Vylanar, thecapital of Bonduala. We have already seen how the Toton make war, and Chosain is desperate to avoid the kind of devastating, wasteful conflict this promises to be. If we won't stop it the invasion will emerge unscattere! He wanted me to take care of the job. How ever, I didn't saw the good side of it, I owed Chosain something and now was the time to pay it back....

The sun started to rise above the Realm Of Death. The Shadows began to take shelter for the faint sun. The Sorceress, at the opposite, had just woken and she wondered how Bonduala was doing now. She had seen a chance to escape from that hellhole, but she doubted if this place was any better, maybe even worse. But at least The Realm Of Death was not in war.Her thoughts flew away when she heard the knock on the door. The Sorceress didn't move, for she feared that Bursata had found her, and would drag her back to Bonduala, where she would be slain by the hand of his allmighty sword. 'Open up, it's me! Chosain!' There was a knock on the door again, louder this time. The Sorceress began to walk to the door, still shaking of the shock that had went trough her.

Chosain told her she was needed back in Bonduala. There was gonna be a battle and Chosain wanted her there, for she could be a great help with her knowledge of magick, and her usage of herbs, spells and other Magickal things. Even though she was afraid, she knew she couldn't refuse. There was no turning back; this was a friend who needed her....

Conryan closed the booklet and turned to his half-Elven apprentice next to him: ' this is one of the things i wasn't capable of unraveling it's mysteries. There are secrets but this one is...' A hushing wind came trough the opening of their tent, interrupting Conryan. 'Conryan,' shred trough the air, 'Conryan are you there?' Conryan, recognizing Muldan's voice, answered: 'Yes, Muldan, Enter the tent. I am here.'Muldan went into the tent. the pale shadow of the woman moved with the candle light. Conryan said: 'Donaaron, May I introduce you to Muldan. Muldan, Donaaron, my apprentice, Donaaron, Muldan, the ship's coordinator.' Muldan extended a hand in greeting. 'What's the ship's status?' Donaaron asked. 'Well', muldan responded while lowering her hand slowly, 'After our ascape from the underdark, there's not much left of it. Almost everything has to be repaired before we can set sail again.' ' The ship be damned!' Conryan interrupted. 'What about the crew?' 'We are still missing Juan, Rai-Yun and the blind Mandarell. They are probably still in the underdark.' 'I'll hate those foul drow!' Donaarron shouted. 'Muldan, I want you to take a look at this journal. The situation described in it is almost identical to ours, however it was two hundred years ago.' Conryan was standing before a table filled with all kind of documents, books and the like, one hand striking trough his gold-haired beard. 'Good, I will take a look at it in my quarters.' while saying this Muldan left Conryan's tent. Standing eye in eye with the great snow-covered plains laying before him. She could see the immense Dragonscale mountains dooming up at the horizon. She breathed the sharp cold air and walked through the snow. 'Damn this whole campaign' she murmered...

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