Illander's Journal

Dearest Whomever,

I think the swelling on my face is going down. I was bitten by a some sort of spider during the battle at the Ettercap caves, which is unfortunate, as I was rendered speechless just as some very important decisions were being made. So much has happened!

Jackamoolay has lead us to the other Chosen One! Her name is Helena and she's with us now. She doesn't know it, but she may very well be Laird's half sister by way of Valon's most esteemed artist. Her mother gave her to Jackamoolay to poison when she was an infant. Jackamoolay, not having the heart, sold Helena to a black market baby ring near Malacar after she was exiled.

Helena is so smart! She knows exactly where we should go, and we got on Captain Scurvey's boat to go there. We passed up a dinner invitation from Sadique, which I'm not sure was wise. I still believe she has our Dungeon Master and dark ritual items. Sooner or later we'll need to get those back, right?

I'd love to have the Dungeon Master right now. I have some questions for mother and father.

How can there be five Chosen Ones when the prophecy said there were four? Why am I not having the dreams that everybody else is having? I hope nobody reads this...

I don't think I'm "chosen".

I've never admitted that, not even to myself. I suspect that my parents, monsters that they are, forced me into the predicament I'm in now. I know that I was an embarrassment to the Illrunes until I performed the star pact ritual that gave me my powers. I suspect they planted the old book with the ritual for me to find as well.

My connection to the heavens and the fates is both terrifying and comforting. I feel myself changing. I don't know who or what I'm becoming, but I'm starting to think it would be better if I had died at the Ettercap cave. There's a fury growing inside of me that is dangerous.

The others musn't know.

Keep it Secret,
Illander Illrune

Illander's Journal

Dear Whomever,

It seems darkness surrounds us at every turn. We've lost the dungeon master and the dark ritual items we were carrying. We were tricked by dopplegangers. We're in the middle of a forest with a wood elf guide named Kumala. He's nice enough, but sort of dull. I can tell that Ashleigh likes him because she's always flinging her hair around and biting her bottom lip whenever she catches a glimpse of his abdominal muscles. By Corellian, I'm becoming so mean! ashleigh's been very kind to me, even giving me some of her Jasmine oil for my bath. She's even taken up poetry, though I'm sure it couldn't be as good as mine. My poems are like if I had slit my wrists and let the blood drip onto a page. That's how real they are, which nobody understands.

Anyway, we were nearly destroyed by screaming plants that we were supposed to procure for Jockamoolay in return for information. Even I was almost felled. Me! And I'm never hit! I honestly don't know what to do next. We can't go back to Jackamoolay empty handed, but these creatures just might be too strong for us to fight. And what about our dungeon master?

I've acquired a dark new power that I haven't told the others about. I'm somewhow able to call upon a darkness from the stars full of tiny biting mouths. I haven't used it yet, but I have to say I'm starting to adjust to my power. I'm actually starting to like it.

One last thing, and Corellian I hope nobody sneaks a peak at this journal, but I've stopped having the prophetic dreams. First I noticed that my dreams were different than the other chosen ones' and now they've stopped entirely. What does it all mean?

Blood.
Sweat.
Piss.
This is what the world is.
This is what the world is.
Hungry.
Tired.
Dangerous.
This is what Illander is.
This is what Illander is.
Stunning.
Cruel.
Nimble.
This is what _________ is.
This is what__________is.
With _________ you don't notice the other stuff too much.

Keep it Secret,
Illander Illrune

Illander's Journal

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