The last few days have been so chaotic. So many things have happened recently that I have almost forgotten what it feels to enjoy a quiet day.
Category: Double Nature: The Journey of a Half-Drow
17th Day of Tardisia, Xenephias (Again) It is the middle of the night. The sun hasn’t come out yet. My hands, still shaking from what I have learnt today, clumsily write in my journal while in darkness. To my left there is Bingo, deep asleep, loudly snoring while the sound of coins clinking together suspiciously plays inside his pillow. To the right, near the wall of the room, there is Veronique, peacefully lying in bed, no noise but with a pleased expression in her face. Meanwhile, from downstairs I can hear the faint sound of Harmand ransacking the bakery’s pantry. Today I have learnt so much more about the mysterious woman and my mother. Not only that, but I have learnt about what is…
My name is Rhyl’Aun Ridge. I have started this journal with hopes that one day I will be able to relate all that is written here to my dear father. If this document is found, please assume that I have perished and, to whoever finds this, kindly deliver it to Cliff Ridge in Gold Port, Nation of Yir-Alban, so he can find some solace knowing about everything I did and everything I experienced.