After much strategizing we decided to hire a captain to sail us to a small fishing village where we could then hire another captain to take us further and so on. Our hope is to get as far by ship as possible before making the long walk down to our destination, Tarnul Port.
Sadly, it has not been without difficulties. While I was on watch last night we were overcome by some sort of sea creatures. They were hideously ugly, and I took out their magic user pretty much by myself and got a powerful eldritch wand out of it too. What this creature was doing with an eldritch wand, I'll never know.
On another note, everything is different now. Even Ashleigh has changed, which I suppose one ought to expect when one comes back from the dead via a powerful magic ritual. The vicious and shallow Ashleigh I knew from back in Valon is no more and she's been replaced with a more grounded and serious version, though just as beautiful. She's even been writing poetry!
I haven't discussed my theory with the others. I'm afraid of what they might say if they knew that I wasn't really "chosen", but that my parents negotiated my presense within the party. Great Correllian, I loathe my parents. That said, chosen or no I've become exceedingly powerful and a true asset to the group. I've saved each of them more times than I can count. If any of them dares say I've no place amongst them they'll surely regret it.
P.S. I haven't written a poem in a long time now.
Keep it Secret,
Illander Illrune
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