A Distant Drum

Life has been quiet of late. Once you have gone about the business of destroying a god, mundane problems don't loom so large. If you had told me those years ago before I first enrolled at the Ascalon Academy about everything I would see and do in the world, I would not have believed you. Now, it is hard to image that there is anything left for me to do.

So I've been spending a lot of time reading. A lot of time. I've been following the serial adventures of a woman from another world who also has taken up arms against the evil that besieges her from all sides. I can identify with her quite a bit, though she has never once lifted a bow for any other reason than to sell it. What a mad woman. Her tale never seems to end, though. There are so many other heroes in the world that seem to achieve much greater things. I wonder sometimes what the point of her story is if she never aspires to loftier goals. I suppose the same could be said of my reaction to Urgoz, Kanaxai, and Mallyx. Something to ponder.

I also took the time to renovate the Brotherhood's guild hall. The old Ascalonian design was weighing on me, so it has been converted into something more resembling a serene Canthan estate. The merchants enjoy hiding in seperate areas instead of the common market of the old hall, but it's a small complaint.

I have been spending much time among my Kurzick allies. There is something peaceful of the shadowed world of the Echovald Forest. Of course, nothing is peaceful on that frontier long, so I have taken up arms against the Luxon invaders. Count zu Heltzer has acknowledged me with the title Kurzick Supporter, though I wonder if I will soon be know as the Scourge of Ferndale so often do I patrol there. This service has earned me the right to be trained in the Kurzick method known as the Triple Shot. It's a tricky feat of archery that I am ill at ease with. But I find myself using it with greater frequency than my beloved Maurader's Shot. And I was promised more training should my support of the Kurzicks continue.

I must admit that I've come out of my long solitude due to rumors of... well, something in the far reachs of my old home, Tyria. After being away for so much, I find myself with a strange longing for those shores that I was not aware still burned inside me. Certainly there will be evil to overcome and allies to win, but I would face anything to protect my home once again.