Diary Files

May 25th

The Mound of Golphin

My journey of three days had tired me out greatly. I am hungry, cold and bleeding. The perils that Vance spoke of were indeed present. Vance made them out to be such trivial beings. I should have known better than to take heed of an immortal’s advice. The creatures of the dark proved to be superior than anything I have ever had the bad fortune to meet. I emerged victorious nevertheless. But it is no incentive. I am weak now. My resources are spent. I have but the weapons that Vance gave me. They proved rather useful. I cannot go on. Not yet. If I met Moren Van Quain, I would no doubt, face my death. I would have to heal before I can continue.

Vance spoke of a man named Vilkin Dargo. He lived in the depths of the Woods of Yarn. If need be, he said, visit him. I was assured that he could help me. But i dared not enter the accursed forest from which i had just emerged. I had fled from fire and death. I heard screams and pleas. Maybe there were from the nightmares I suffered when i dozed off. The wounds are cursed. I grow weak with every waking moment. I feel it contaminate my blood.

From the very Mounds I stand on, I can see the castle. It seems like a thousand leagues away, but on the map, it is but a couple of miles. Some enchantment worked against the will of travellers. A trick to throw them off the mission. I trusted the map. I was near. I will heal and i shall travel to the ‘UN’ and I shall slay Moren Van Quain and destroy whatever he seeks at the castle. I feel a strength rising from within. Fighting the curse. I shall be healed in due time. The sun is fading and the darkness approaches. I must rest now, away from evil.

Rembrant Lone.
P.S: I feel some power rising inside me. I know not what it is. I embrace the feeling but i fear the dangers. I feel it rising.