Journal of Kamine Waynn

[GaretAthran]

8 Ches, 1359

And so begins another delving into the self-indulgent act of journaling. After what had happened to my last journal—lost somewhere after my mishap on the road—I thought I would be done with this exercise, but something compels me to document my return to my life of adventure on the Sword Coast. Perhaps through this, I can better meditate upon the lessons and signs the Crimson General lays out before me on my journey as one of her champions. The end of the Time of Troubles, as the events have come to be known when the gods walked upon the earth in their mortal bodies, has spurred me to break from what had been a two-year stretch of a vow of silence, cloistered within the halls of the Citadel of Strategic Militancy.

My return, after apprising myself of events I'd missed while I spent my time cloistered, has found me drawn to the lands of the Northern Sunset Vale, a chunk of land that has been carved out as a no-man's-land between the forces of the Lords' Alliance and the Zhentarim. With the signing of the peace treaty between the two mighty powers, the lands between the walls of Darkhold and the Riven Reaching, and the lands north of Hill's Edge down and south to the edge of Hluthvar's territory. Specifically, my time has been spent in the hamlet of Corm Orp, once a settlement in the tight grip of the Zhentilar, now a ravaged patch of blighted farmland that, with hope, can be brought back.

I have gone about the task of gathering allies to aid in protecting and healing this newly created nation, and while I wait for word from the Mayor of Corm Orp before I begin officially declaring the need for aid I will continue to patrol the roads with whoever will come to the aid of the hin-folk and other farmers now left as a buffer between two titanic powers. A pebble between two boulders.

I only hope that my efforts are not for nothing.

[GaretAthran]

Midwinter, 1360

I knew I’d left this damned thing somewhere, of course it’s only now that I’ve finally discovered the thing again exactly where I’d left it: in Corm Orp.

Since my last entry my life back home has once again cause no shortage of obstacles and sorrows, drawing me away for nearly a year to assist in my step-mother’s passing. My sister now cares for my half-brother, and she and her family are now safely ensconced as the caretakers of his inheritance until he is of an age to claim it. I hope these are the last deaths I see in my family for years to come.

Now my gaze returns to the Sunset Vale, to the Sword Coast, and most importantly to the work of the Red Knight.

It is my duty to see that those who are unprepared for the harshness of battle have what they need to ready themselves. When no bastion exists in times of war it is the duty of her priests to be that bastion while they learn to arm themselves.

That is my goal, but I know it cannot be done alone.I am not an army unto myself, and I am only as good as those that I can rely on. And so the search for allies begins to guard this tiny pebble that holds back two crushing boulders.

May the Red Knight grant me wisdom and insight in my journey.