From this point forward I will be entering notes as I travel the realm. So it's more of a journal styled log rather then a history. However I will make some attempt at keeping a past tense.


My Youth (First 4 centuries)

Chapter 2

The next few years in my life have picked up in pace. My interest in sorcery shot through the roof and I learnt a fair bit in a rather short period of time. At least for me. By this time in my life I had collected a few titles. Coven Cook, Keeper of the Coven Bounties, yes that's serious, of course, Philosopher. But perhaps the most important title to me at this time is keeper of Selune's heart. Selune came into my life rather unexpectedly, she didn't follow any God although attempted to lead a life of neutrality. I am beginning to suspected a pattern here. For a successful relationship, go neutral!

Death, it's the tool of rebirth. A bitter tiger trapped me in a no-exit and eventually killed me. Something about a worthless weapon I don't know. I am thankful to have recovered my sacred weapons. I have added his name to a list. The first of those who will be damned, long from now. Right now energies must be spent to restock, a lot was lost but thankfully nothing that can not be replaced with a little work. I fear that my focus on training will have to come to a stop, at least for now. Both hunting down new equipment and constant banter with the enemy takes time.

It should be noted at this time, Jawiliea the 30th, the month of the Thawing Ice, 2562, that I renewed my vow, or my Covenant to my Lady Bliss. The renewal follows, "To promote the Coven artistic and cultural edge. Bringing to the realm an image of the Coven that we should want them to have via creation and exposure."

I have removed all of my ideas from the realm. As best as I can tell, they are simply deleted anyway. I am not going to bother pursuing this, there is one who can do this and the Implimentor I am sure would rather erase my existence then bother with me any further. Besides I have no proof or evidence, as such I am in a very poor position to do anything. If I am not welcome to speak, then I shall remain silent.

The realm can be a dark place. Very few are ever willing to stand with you fewer still, will remain at your side through everything. There is only one who has kept me time after time. It does not matter how much I whine or complain, how foolish I act, or how pompous I become in the face of adversity. Regardless, my Goddess has truly been a safe port.

Rebirth