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This is the journal of Virani of House Morinous, last surviving heir to the throne of Irve Thalor.  I am the last of my kind, the Star Elves, and I write this journal so that, should I pass, my knowledge and experiences will not be so easily forgotten.

Entry 1

I am alive.  It is the one thing that I am unable to deny, even after today.  To me, twas only yesterday that I fell into dreamless slumber within the crystal, along with hundreds more of my kind.  At the time of writing, I awoke after what felt like mere hours, only to discover that centuries, possibly millennia had passed.  Such a revelation would make one faint, as it did to me, but fate had in its mind other plans.  No sooner had I awoken when… something from the depths of nightmares began its relentless pursuit of myself and my rescuers.  We barely escaped, only to have traded one monster for another, in the form of a hydra within the Royal throne room.  

It was here that, I must confess, I fought for the first time.  My study of magic had never been intended for use in combat, yet here I was, facing a monster of legend alongside rugged adventurers.  I must have blacked out for most of the encounter, but I was able to burn away one of its heads, a feat I admit filled me with no small amount of pride.  Upon its defeat, the adventurers found what they were searching for, and we made our way to the surface, upon which I met a Gnome, of all creatures, whom seemed to have hired the adventurers to enter the ruins.  Fascinating as this was, his attitude towards the situation left much to be desired.  Detestable as I quickly found him to be, he at least allowed me to browse some of his tomes as we rested.

It is during this period of rest that I am writing.  Only now, in this moment of quiet, does the enormity of today’s events hit my mind.  Millennia have passed during which my kind were thought extinct, our cities falling into ruin, while in truth we slept, sealed in our capital, blissfully unaware of the monster sealed with us.  I am the only one to escape, the only survivor of a now-dead race.  A Queen of the Dead.

To my new companions, I wear a false face.  To them, I appear collected, as in control as anyone in my situation can appear, while within I feel great terror.  We escaped that monster, but it had the power to wipe out an entire people, yet its origins are a mystery.  Was it but random chance it attacked Irve Thalor, or was it under orders from a higher power?  And what will it do should it escape the city?  Pursue me, and complete the eradication of the Star Elves?  Or will it find another city, similarly unprepared for such a creature?  Such questions fill my thoughts with grim imaginings, such I fear I will not sleep.

And yet, there is another feeling of dread in my heart.  That dread that comes with not knowing one’s path.  As the last heir to the throne, it would be my duty to remain in the city as its ruler, were it that there was anything to rule but bones and dust.  As such, my mind wanders to my saviours, interesting group that they are.  The largest, a half-orc named Darul, is possessed of humour I find entertaining, though I would never show it.  He appears strong willed, as well as confident in his path, though he shows a strange obsession with a torc of some sort.  The bard, whose name I have yet to learn, seems withdrawn, wandering off on his own after we met the Gnome.  He blames himself for something, but I feel it is not my business to pry.  Lastly there is Iuliel, a rather curious elf.  I watch her now as she interacts with her pets, three shocker lizards, two of which are armoured.  She speaks with them as though they understand her, and she appears to possess their… affinity for lightning.  She is entertaining to watch, but I sense in her too a pain, one of loss.  I notice her eyes fall upon a greatsword unclaimed by the rest of the group, implying there was a fourth member to this travelling group.

I feel myself grow weary.  These three adventurers plan on investigating a fort to the east of here, and I intend to join them on their quest.  Travelling under the cloak of night might be dangerous, but I feel we test the Gnome’s hospitality.  Regardless, it will offer a fantastic look at the stars, of which I have only heard tales told by my brother, Cronos.  I shall stop my writing here, lest the past decide to make my eyes brim with tears of lost family.

The first entry in the journal for my Dungeons and Dragons character Virani of the House Morinous, last of the Star Elves.
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