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Ristar was always exasperated with her speeches, but I always found them a delight to read. The struggle she faced with her wish for peace while being one of the most effective blades on the battlefield was so interesting, and I'm sad we won't get to see the full aftermath of it with the war concluding.

Evanderall or Ristar or Vander or Evan or Ev or whatever other name someone would decide to call him on a whim, was my first PC on the server. Totaled up to about four months of play time, being a weird, quiet guy in the Legion.

Being my first character I had little expectations of anything. The setting, the story, the people so I pretty much just picked a class and race, said "yea he's from Waterdeep" and went from there. Over the course of the four months I played him, I got to engage with the server and setting and absolutely fell in love with it.

This server is without exaggeration one of the coolest things I've ever taken part in and ranks up there with the one DND campaign I've fully played in from start to satisfying end as one of the most enjoyable gaming experiences I've ever had.

Vander himself was a flat character. He was dispassionate except in some rare instances, rarely spoke unless spoken to, and mostly just observed others. And despite that, I had a blast. Whether it was out questing with Cort and Selwyn or working alongside Reyer and Hanson I was having the time of my life, even if Ristar said maybe a sentence every half hour.

Good luck to those as they finish this War, and I look forward to playing out my next character with you folk!

(No Screenshots here cause I'm terrible at taking them)

[Tammuz 11th, IY 7789]

Tammuz 11th, IY 7789

I wonder what you'd say if you saw me now. Well, first you'd likely ridicule me for putting on the green and signing on with the guard. But after? I've marched into battle after battle against orc hordes. I've ventured into the depths of an ancient forge and freed an old beast trapped within. I've delved into old r u-ins

The rest is smeared across the page.

Best not to write of that one. Least that's what the Nadiri said. Nevertheless, it was an accomplishment. Living least was.

Izdu, God of Wisdom, do you think he's registered my deeds? It's a comforting thought. So much of what I knew, what I lived is gone, nothing more than a memory rattled about in the heads of the unfortunate few to awaken amongst the dunes. Even when I'm gone I'll be remembered. Who will remember you? Will the words written within be the last remnant on this world that you were ever here?

Are you here like me? You're not in the Well at least. You'd have made your presence known doing something incredibly stupid. Elsewhere though?

I hope you're safe. Whether alive or dead, I can simply hope you're safe, my dear sister.

As for me? I'm doing things your way: incredibly stupid.

Katya,

Due to the extreme heat conditions I am not certain I am of the sort of conditioning one would see for this task, however I will not run and hide from a task such as this should the man-power for it be lacking. I will be prepared, simply seek me out tomorrow should you have need of me.

Very Respectfully,
Soldier Ristar, Evanderall

(//Been doing a lot of these events lately so please only take me should no others be available to fill slots)

Faith,

I'm afraid that as far as I know, neither of them are capable of such magics. Ward might know a song that can enchant weaponry to do such at least for a little bit though admittedly I'm not sure on that. I'll try to speak with her as soon as I can on the matter, but I would plan for the answer to be no. Apologies.

Very Respectully,
Solider Ristar, Evanderall
Voice of Sorazin Bey

Live and drink,

I've put out the information on this mission to the rest of the Fourth and got a few names for your consideration.

Myself - Decent shot with the bow, quick and quiet, should be able to handle any traps or locks found within. Can't handle the front however.

Soldier Ilphudel - Skilled archer, well-equipped with magics for herself as well as her arrows. You ever seen an orc turn into a chicken that would be because of her. Dedicated archer, not for the frontlines.

Soldier Ward - Our resident skald, keeps up morale and lends her magic where she can. She can fight on the front-lines but should not be relied upon to hold the line. That being said her songs can bolster entire squadrons of soldiers.

Soldier Gilbracht - One of the toughest soldiers we have and loves nothing more than a good dance with the orcs. However, it will not be easy reigning him in to hold a line. I'm sure you've seen him charge behind to get at mages and the like. Sometimes this is good, sometimes its not.

Sergeant Nor - Previous Champion and until recently known to be the best orc slayer in the whole Well. However, he could not confirm for me whether he will be available for this mission as there's a chance his duties will call him elsewhere.

Let me know if you have any questions about the people listed here.

Very Respectfully,
Soldier Ristar, Evanderall
Voice of Sorazin Bey

[Hrizan 13th, IY7789]

Hrizan 13th, IY7789

I am here aren't I? I mean really here. This is real. Must be. Has to be.

Haven't questioned my existence since waking up. The heat was real, the sand was real. But now. Is it? Is this a fantasy? Or is it like Luther said and the world I remember is one.

They say I crawled out from the dunes. Am I a person? Or the facsimile of one.

Do I want to know?

The rest of the page is littered with sketches of spirals.

[Hrizan 10th, IY 7789]

Hrizan 10th, IY 7789
Again I must remark I'm awfully terrible at writing in this.

I wonder what malfunction there is in one's thought process that they do not think about the consequences of actions. Is it pride? Ignorance? Least we've got the easy answer of being cursed. What do they have?

Walk around with something that looks akin to a skull? Must be other people being stupid.

Making veiled threats about mishandling artillery? Must be other people being rude.

Burning an ancient tree at the behest of cackling madmen? Must just be what is right for victory.

Who's victory?

The war's got me on edge. As I've spent my time here, become acquainted more and more with the people fighting in it, I've come to realize it's not as simple as "the orcs are our enemy". They are, but there's more at play. Secrets hiding behind deceitful tongues and dance.

Least I've got good people trying to sift through it all with me. I admit when I joined the Fourth I did not expect to make friends. Feels like more than that though. I look around at the people I fight with and there is this pang of. .  .  Loyalty I think? Respect? Like I could bleed out on the sands beside them with a smile on my face. Probably a grim one. But a real one.

It's like running about the streets with you. Finding our marks, you doing those stupid bird signals when the watch was on us. Knowing full and well at any moment it can all go bad, but still finding the way to smile through it all.

I think you'd like Hans. You and him have pretty similar senses of humor. Even got the same craving for wrath and vengeance.

Theres a few splatters of ink as though the writer had to ponder his next words a long while as the ink dripped from the pen.

The night. You were always fascinated with the Night.

[Iyar 22nd, IY 7789]

Iyar 22nd, IY 7789
A new name has risen on my list of people I dislike a great deal. Though he at least might be guiltless in anything legal. Just annoying.

As we've marched further towards Bet Nappahi, it feels as though the orcs mount a greater defense. A few days past, a raid was called with the aid of the Sukaitza. They wanted to test their own artillery and we our's. The whole thing was a mess. Our own soldiers being blasted with shellings, some almost being killed outright. Then deep within the fortress, the most evil Mupp I had yet laid eyes on. It kept shitting out Void Callers.

We killed a valuable tool of Iakmes's that day. Though I am lucky to have lived myself. Caught in one of those black holes or what not the Void Callers summon while being stabbed repeatedly by one of their "Legates" was not a good combination for my health.

Really it feels as though the "Misfortune" has been hitting hard. There was Mazeed's trial, this past raid, then the job dealing with the Nazzaru, and then... the incident.

Could really use a win right now.

Wish I knew if you were out there too. That you woke up like I did. Perhaps that is selfish of me.

Live and drink,

We should speak soon. I imagine you have questions for me, and I you. Do not use the bellows to call for me and if you enter the garrison to ring the bell, ensure no one is watching you.

Very Respectfully,
Soldier Ristar, Evanderall

[Iyar 15th, IY 7789]

Iyar 15th, IY 7789
I've done a pretty poor job writing in this thing.

Where does one even begin.

The battle at the Abulmahhu. I wasn't present for it, but I heard much of what happened. The artillery, the deaths, Iakmes. It fills me with shame that I was not there. Perhaps if there was just one more archer on the field, just one more pair of hands....

Perhaps things would have gone differently.

While a victory was achieved, the damage caused can already been seen. With Tasnim gone whatever moderation Sayburgh had is gone. She now openly joins in with Achaeus's insane persecution, their crusade against all enemies political and religious. I watched an old man bleed against the ground, blood dripping of the flail Hans had wielded against him. Never before had I felt as sick to my stomach. Never had I been so ashamed of the colors I wore.

Achaeus.

Never has a man's name filled me with such abject rage. But this man. This man is a monster. The web of lies I seek to cut open, I see him there in it. Hans thinks me crazy, that the threads I pull on lead to nowhere. The new "Hakem", the Vizier, Achaeus, Grenth.

Deceit is the tool of the enemy, and so I must bring about truth to break it.

I've been here before haven't I. That's why it bothers me so much. The ache in my gut, the pang in my chest. The feeling like an answer is slipping through my fingers.

Was it because of her or something else?

What happened in Waterdeep?

Waterdeep

So that's where I'm from.

[Nisah 29th, IY 7789]

Nisah 29th, IY 7789
The White League won. Tasnim says I shouldn't worry. That they do not seek to cause strife with the 4th Legion. My kinder nature tells me to believe her in this.

My truer nature tells me that's a load of shit.

The Banda Rossa are empowered now, especially after the treaty. So long as it's not a Recluta messing up, it'll be next to impossible to take them to court unless our new Legate is in the mood for backstabbing political allies. If that happens... I could respect that.

But that won't happen. Luther will go and axe someone he's paid to kill and we'll try all we can to see justice met out. It'll avail to naught, but at least we can say we tried.

In brighter news, I finally remembered something else about myself.

Turns out, I was a little shit as a kid. Pickpocketing, stealing food from vendors, throwing sand in people's eyes. Didn't have much else to do I think. Only place I had to go was some barely put together place in the slums. An orphanage I think? Lot of other kids there, not enough adults to keep us all in line.

That's where I met her. The only other kid like me. Pointed ears, but not pointed enough.

What was her name?

[Nisah 24th, IY 7789]

Nisah 24th, IY 7789
Been a few days. A few messy days. The situation with Grenth's murder got complicated. Our main suspect in the case got taken out by the brigands of the Banda. A job they of course only did for gold. We took the perpetrators in after finding the body... or what could constitute as one. They denied of course wrong-doing, least till the trial finished. Their inability to keep their mouths shut after the trial's concluded shows they don't have the slightest understanding of what justice is.

To think people would actually listen and provide them money to make up for the fines paid because of this... sickening.

I didn't know Grenth well, but he's one of the few I've met since awakening that was genuine in their pursuit of 'good'. He'll be missed.

The handwriting is less clean for the following.

The moon blazing and burning as the night sky tries to eat it alive.

The handwriting returns to normal.

Maybe the stress is getting to me.

[Nisah 21st, IY 7789]

Tucked away neatly in one of the many shared chests in the 4th Legion Garrison's bunks lays a humble journal with a big title imprinted upon it. The writing contained within is neat and tidy, the words and punctuation maintaining a calm measure to reflect the writer.

Nisah 21st, IY 7789
I hope this helps me clear my head. It's been a few weeks now since I found myself awakening beneath this blistering sun, since I made the long trek thinking that I was dead, that I was in hell for something I could not remember. Instead, I found my way to this city. I put myself to work quickly. Gold was valuable for lodgings, and keeping myself busy meant keeping my mind at ease. To find myself facing, danger bow in hand, was strangely calmer than to walk the streets on my own. To question who I was. Why I was here.

I don't have answers. I hope I find them someday.

I joined the Janissaries. They said those that join the 4th Legion is to suffer the Misfortune. That they were destined to die to one thing or another. For some it must be a hard choice to join. A risk. For me, there is none. If I die, then that's simply it then. There is nothing for me to lose. If I live then... maybe I do something good with this existence of mine.

I think that's enough melancholy for one day.

As far as answers towards who I was before I came here. I did have a dream the other night. In it there was a girl, with ears like mine. I remember feeling a sort of kinship with her. She offered me bread, which I took. I felt guilty as I ate it. I was hungry, but I knew she was too. I still ate the bread though.

I hope she's doing alright.