Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Posted: **Mon Aug 10, 2009 8:07 pm**

I have had the mantle of Keeper thrust upon me, I now am, directly, under the tutelege of Tarsakh himself...though I feel I was all along.

I feel I am young, even for an Elfling, to wield such power and authority. I have come far since my arrival here and my station is reflective my efforts, my courage, my attention to my duties and the Grove and most of all the love and support of my Brothers and Sisters.

I am glad Andreava is alive, her ordeal was great, her news haunting. She has found a portal to the vastness of the Underdark and seen a city of Drow with her own eyes.

She related her story to me and I judeged that she had done nothing wrong...unless a penchant for wanderlust and a sense of survival makes one guilty. She acted no differently than I would have and circumstances did not allow her the luxuary of hesitation. I am glad she has returned to Us. She is to write of her experience and post it in the Grove; the Council must be made aware of her story and what it means for Us...I could not do it justice.

Those who deal with the Grove will learn, easy or hard, that we do talk but we will act if it is necessary.

As long as I walk and bear the mantle I bear, we will do no other thing.

There will no talk without honor and plain words, no action without heart and no hesitation if action is needed.

As my half blood brother once said of me, "Galen (he used my short name for it drove me mad), your one of few I know who brokers no bluff and no bullshat, once pretty words fail...."

Crudeness aside, it speaks well as to how I have and will continue to approach my Work. My Work I pursued before I became Keeper and now it is my official duty and I take it all the more seriously.

I miss Illiten dearly and have not had word of him in ages it seems.

Those who underestimate should not, they have no idea of Our numbers, Our steadfastness, or Our power...that is fine...and gods help those who do underestimate Us.

I am in a sour mood and will not right further...if I Bleth this Eve, I will teach her respect, if I have to bend her over my knee or turn her insipent wench ass into a pile of ash.....I have no patience for stupidity...I will no respect for those who do not fight the fight, have their lives handed to them, and think the worlds owe them it all...the world owes the wench nothing and neither do I, naught but a boot in her arse.

*the journal ends abrubtly with no signature*

Posted: **Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:14 am**

My last entry ended with the following thoughts concerning the Cow, “The world owes the wench nothing and neither do I, naught but a boot in her arse….”

How odd and prophetic life can be.

What is my purpose, my duty as a Druid of the Circle? Easy, some would say, I am Protector of the Land, Maintainer of the Balance, Keeper of the Father and the Ancient Ones will in this place….

Easy said than done and I find my thoughts splitting on such thoughts…

It is the same as the Paladin saying, “I am the scourge of evil! The champion of Good! The protector of the Weak!”

What is evil? What is good? Who is weak?

While some of these I know the answer to, maybe my brow furrows on the Path that such things are pursued upon….

When I arrived in these Lands, I was young druid of no great power…wise in the ways of the Wood as taught to me by Father and the Old Man; Silvanus keep him...myself a follower of the Dark Hunter, slayer of Drow. I would do anything to protect the Land, not hesitate to act and see no shades of gray. I would act and let the chips fall where they may…the concerns of city dwellers and their strange ways, at the time, would not enter my thoughts. My thoughts as chaotic and neutral, seemingly, as Jeyghs own.

When I found the Circle and Tarsakh, my thoughts and opinions on the matter began to change. I fore swore my allegiance to the Hunter and embraced Silvanus openly.

“Galen’ael, we must protect the Land at all costs, we must work with our Allies to the benefit of Our cause…” and so on and so forth. For years, Tarsakh has labored to establish allies within the goodly factions of the cities of the area..the Weavemasters, The Fist, and so on.

I showed a penchant early on for such work and have taken up this mantle first as Druid, then as Protector, now as Keeper. Each successive plateau more difficult than the next, more weight upon my shoulders, more responsibility, more considerations….

Jeygh’s actions stick in my mind as a tree rooted for many seasons in the ground and my thoughts churn.

Is what he did right? Is it wrong? Should he be punished?

He, one the oldest member of our Clan, but elusive and fickle as nature itself in it’s most unkind moments. The Storm before the calm, the vengeance of the Land out of Balance. A reaction to an action, Bleth.

As one dwells in the city and among it’s people, as I have done a lot of this recently, no one can help but be effected by such things….after all…are we not products of our environment? We respond to the stimulus thrust upon wherever we stand, whomever we talk to and so on.

But, we beings who are conscious of Our surrounding have been given free will by the goods to chose as we would like. Jeygh chose, I choose everyday and so do the others.

Alas, I believe, if we get embroiled in affairs that are not the norm, sooner or later, they will become the norm. Then, no longer do choose, we merely respond for that is what we are used to.

Is Jeygh right in his slaying of Bleth for ignoring of our request? Did it warrant her death? She was not the sole one who was responsible for those actions in the tourney, that I shall admit. I do not believe she deserved such, but on the same token, part of my heart does not care…

The younger Galen’ael would not have cared; due to her insult and slaughter of friends of the forest for the amusement of a group of clueless people who spirits are soiled. He would have done the same; death on this Plane is merely an inconvenience to people such as us and easily overcome.

His thoughts creep into mine, making me think I have grown to soft to understand, become to sucked into politics to see the forest through the trees.

Jeygh acted, did as he thought was right and be damned the consequences while we sat around debating sanctions, insults and other nonsense that now bothers my every waking thought. I doubt Bleth will ever hold such an event again and that was the Circles goal…to see it not happen again and I doubt it will.

Is he right or wrong?

Maybe he is a murderer.

Maybe he is the only sane voice in the room.

Will he be punished?

I am ambivalent on this, the act is done, only the repercussions need to be dealt with, that will come as it does. If he is, it will be by the Grove and by the Council. We look after Our own, in foul deeds and good. He will not be turned over to the Fist or any other should it become an issue. The act was in the Wilds, on our land. I will look to Tarsakh for the answer to this question on punishment, if any and follow his wisdom and that of the Ancient One; whose thoughts I felt in my mind on the issue, but those thoughts I do not fully understand. I have prayed for clarification and will do as those above see proper. The act is a large one with consequences if found out..no great act is to be done without approval of the Grove Council. Though, what little I know of Jeygh, he is wild…a barbarian of sorts and a forest walker whose moods and manners change with the wind. I will not judge someone with such a nature, for it used to be my own.

Though, if word gets out, it will make my job more difficult with the factions of the city. We are not beholden to them, their laws are respected by most of the Grove because they are supposed to respect Ours. But, this does not mean we obey them.

I think, I think to much…though I might take a piece of wisdom from Jeygh’s action’s no matter how this act shakes it out.

It is a reminder.

A reminder of who we are, a reminder of what we are and what we do.

Working with the other factions to our benefit is fine, but I…we..must not become so embroiled and effected by the ways of the city dwellers that we sit around like a bunch of human nobles and prattle on for hours as to what do. There is a line and this line is now more demarcated in this ones mind. Jeygh’s act snaps me out such thoughts, so that I might continue reminded of who We are, what it is We do.

I am not a politician.

I am a Druid.

Protector of Nature, of the Wild places and ALL that dwells within.

And if you anger me, you may feel my bite as well…….

As Lady Bleth felt Jeygh’s…

I do not hesitate nor sorrow at my work, my duties. I only seek wisdom and understanding...

When the other look upon you for such and you do not know yourself....your thoughts would be heavy to.

-Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Sat Aug 15, 2009 7:23 am**

What is the nature of fear?

An act of loathing upon another? A whisper in the dark from who makes you tremble? A feeling of eminent death?

Fear is a good emotion, properly used. It can hon one to a razor's edge, allow one to survive where they otherwise would not. It is also Natures tool, weeding out those who tread where they should not who show not fear...

Those who show no fear do walk beside me, for they are dangerous...arrogant and stupid.

One who shows no fear has never lost a loved one, lost a comrade-in-arms, and so on.

Fear is primal, fear is instinctual and will not be denied.

We all have it, some control it, some do do not. Some learn from it, some do not. Some respect it, Some do not it.

There is no being that will not feel fear sometime in it's Life. The ones who only feel it before Myrkul takes them are the stupidest of all.

I spent my afternoon upon the Tradeway slaying bandits and other prey hardly worth my attention, but prey all the same. All I saw were adventurers who would stop and gaze up at me like I was behind a warded cage.

The reactions I usually get are anywhere from awe to ambivalence. A few, such as young Dallenthal Wyndsoul showed dertermination. He about to attack till I burned his House symbol in the grass off the road.

His is fear, only of a learned sort. Determination is of Fear, in that this young Sun Elf has felt loss, felt the cold breathe of death upon his neck and learned from it as one should.

Though his haughty heritage would hardly allow him to admit it....he is young and Sun Elven...which is the more dangerous I'll leave to those who read these words.

We debated all of what I said above, he basically saying, over and over again as I prodded him...

"What gives you the right to be the teacher of Men?"

"What gives you the right to stalk the Tradeway trying to cause fear to those you seek to protect, Ambassador?" The last word stressed.

The young are thick in the head and block headed and as I said, being a Sunelf doesn't help him...I'll not write of my opinions of them here, but I like young Dalle much and wouldn't dishonor him with such words for they do not apply to him, he is merely young, that is not his fault. To even write of such is the same as saying them behind his back and unhonorable.

I do NOT seek to be the teacher of Men; did I, I'd have a nicer green robe and a office in a Tower of Scholars somewhere...maybe CandleKeep.

It is better they learn from me, one whose hand will be withdrawn at the last moment of seeming death to see the leafs swirl, the wind churn and then they gaze upon my smiling face in relief.

what is better, a friendly (if annnoying) lesson from me? Or the death of a comrade, loved one and the like?

He somewhat agreed with this, but said I still have no right to stalk the Tradeway, that the Fist would have issue with it.

Were young Dalle or his Brother ((whose internet will not work, poor bastard)) to speak with me and enter our circle of allies they would know the responsibility of the Roads in the Wild Places are to the Grove to protect, not the Fist.

This has been discussed and I expect it to be soon; areas of responsibility, patrol and the like.

There is where the debate petered off as more heard our words and came to the fire and I just let it go. Even Elves do not agree on all things, the others seemed shocked by this, those who weren't Elves at any rate.

I am a free being and will do the following; as I want, as my heart speaks, as my duties/responsibilities demand of me...those are the only three that matter.

Does young Dalle have a point? Of course, but he must think deeper, those upon the Tradeway I "scare" are not farmers, nor commoners..they are Adventurers..I moved off the road when more than one wagon came my way, but I did not say this, on purpose.

These adventurerers are extraordinary beings and need to learn fear for all the reason's I mentioned before, I'll not rehash.

But Friends, near the beggining of this did I not say most were ambivalent or in awe? Yes I did.

This means my exercise was pointless, though I will continue for I am relentless, and that most of these adventurers showed no fear, no concern for an Elder Fire Elemental standing over them.

Most of the adventurerers as Green as the Oak sapling, I could have slain most if not all of them in a heart beat and I see no fear, no concern....

Making young Dalle and I's debate near useless (except for him worried of me scaring farmers and such, I did not, only on the Wild roads was I on).

And thusly, of these green young adventurers, no wisdom.

As I pass their faces, I cannot help but think...some will live, some will die, some will love, some will learn, some will become great allies and even greater enemies...but if I am able to reach one, just ONE young hard head who has never feared nor lost.

Then, YOUNG Dalle, it was worth it....

For if only one learns fear, learns of fear, learns to respect fear and control their instincts, mayhap that one might return to loves warm embrace or the company of a fine comrade-in-arms.....

Then, it was truly worth it....for in this way Life continues upon a happy Path.

I have to yet to find one, but as I said friends.

I am relentless.

-Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:06 pm**

I have returned from the North...from home.

It was good to see my Clan and Kin; wander the High Forest and chase my little sister through the hills....

I feel more at peace than I have in ages and....rested. I should return home more often. Maybe this is why the others leave from time to time...I must do it more often.

I look into the eyes of Elli'andra, hear her innocent laughter and I remember why I fight, why the power I possess flows through my veins and must be used wisely.

Dallenthel and his own have been made part of the Nobility by the Dukes. They have done much for the Land and the people of Baldurs Gate. They have earned all of it. I have asked the Council to consider making them a formal and trusted Ally. I am proud to call him friend and hope the Council sees the wisdom of my request. I will speak with him soon.

I am nearly finished with my proposal to the Dukes, I shall send out the letters tommorrow and request another meeting. Much has been done and much as been shared, but we can do more. I will have my way, one way or the other, as I said...I am relentless and will earn every step if I must.

Selis and her Mate are to be married soon, I wish them all the happiness the gods will give them. I gave her a bouquet of wild flowers and she thanked me kindly and said she'd use them in her ceremony. I was honored and left speechless. She is a remarkable woman and Zein is a lucky man.

I must learn to control my temper better in the city...drunks and speakers of Abyssal getting on my nerves.

The drunk, meaningless and not worth writing of.

Those who threatend I and Nyx, those who spoke Abyssal...threatend murder of us both as they spoke thier swine shat of a language as if it was nothing..I say..plan and clear.

If they harm her, I will kill them.

If they seek to test themselves against me, they are welcome to, then they will perish as the power of the natural world takes their evil lives. I will feed their bones to the Wolves and their blood to the Soil.

I am only polite in good company because twas the way I was raised.

I am only polite and good in the city out of respect to the Dukes and the Fist because they have earned it.

I am not that way in the Wilds which I call my home.

Any who wish to try are welcome to come and find out how I act in this place.

-Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Wed Sep 02, 2009 1:43 pm**

Others Reel as spies subvert from within.

We will not.

Others turn away as the darkness comes.

We will not.

You have not seen perseverence until your gaze meets mine.

In the end, it shall be as it was.

There is nothing else to write of.

--Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:37 am**

This is day I write of stagnation.

Stagnation:

I have been stagnating alot recently...my duties weighing heavily upon my mind. I have not stared at the sun, nor the clouds in joy in sometime. I talk to the same people over and over again...though they are true friends...always about business. Some threat, some evil machination, even a friend asking for assistance.

I have gotten joy from conversing with new beings upon the road recently...meeting new people and even helping them.

I must learn to better balance my duties and my Life for they need not be the same thing. If I am consumed by intrigue, it will be to my own detriment I am sure.

I must take more time and remember to enjoy Life and meet new people. A new ally, even in these times, might bare fruit for myself and the Circle.

Never did I think being made Keeper would bare such weight...it is a weight I bare well so far I believe.

I must remember to lighten up from time to time and enjoy Life more.

Those two fool Orcs along the Road hardly deserved the smiting I gave them for chopping down a tree...in a way.

Alas, in a way they did.

To those such as Us, the trees speak...and are alive as any life form and deserve the same respect.

It is not my concern if they speak and the other Races do not listen and sometimes violence is the only thing some beings understand, the only things that gets through the haze.

I believe I will go sit deep in the Cloakwood and listen to their song and find the solace I need in such a simple thing...

It will do me some good.

--Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:49 am**

It has been sometime since my last writing...far too long.

I am busy and hardly have the time as the pressure of Keeping...pun intended...of the Circle going bares upon my shoulders.

So many are gone...and no reason given...off on Circle business or personal...it hardly matters.

If I'm the only one of the old guard who takes my Oath seriously, then so be it.

Faerynn has completed his trails and Phaelan has as well...I only need to find time to iniatie him. He is as ready as he will ever be as is young Callen...we just needs our Paths to cross and it will be done.

Aloria has joined as a Seeker...a Drow mage seeking to aborb her soul and make it her own. I know it too be worse then she says...it always it. We will help her as her trails proceed. The Circle protects it's own.

The Devils, from their own Plane are scouting ours...so Beren tells me and others tell me oddities I begin to tie together as well.

I believe this will only get worse and it will make the Drow and Banite and Sharran challenges..which have faded as of late...seem like a faire day ball.

Even the Red ones seem to return...it is easy to kill a wizard if ones knows how...they are not even in my notice.

My brother..half blood twit he is...has returned to the Land and his place in Istari. I am glad to see him and began lecturing him as if he never left.

He spoke of the death of one our other Brothers...he is only I know...raised by Father's clan in the High Forest. Yes...Father traveled alot in his youth...his business...not mine. I get my conservative side from Mother..that is all I shall say.

I must find Elias and speak with him on the matters of the Devils. Beren seems to know more than he lets on...he baited to come speak with an old man by the name of Aldanon. I shall do so.

Let's just say, I found his argument...convincing.

As always, life moves forward...and so do I.

The Circle's numbers grow and I will see it prosper. I will name stewards soon..we have buisness to see to.

-Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:05 pm**

*a letter home*

Father,

I have been appointed Arch Druid of the Circle..my mentor retired to Great Druid..Tarsakh...he still walks with Us...merely without all which used to burden him...a friend and advisor.

I am..elated with the new burden my back now bears...

In this place, I have found the wisdom the Old Man sought to teach me all those years ago...that the Drow took from me.

They being to rear their heads here..but we begin to manage better.

The Circles numbers climb and those I thought hesitation upon show leadership and give Our cause hope as the sun after a rain storm..Elohir and Faerynn...Brothers in blood..a Druid and a Ranger...

I am more happy than I have been in some time...I have even meant a female..a Lady Seladrine..by the name of Isania..my heart skips a beat everytime I see her...

With all the challenges I face...I say let them come. I have poured my soul into my work to the Father...and have been rewarded with friends and wisdom beyond measure.

I am happier now...then I have been in ages and I face more and more..and have more and more thrust upon me now that I have been named Arch Druid..the youngest in our Orders history..but..

With my brothers and sisters and the friend I have made, I feel I can face what I must...with no hesitation and with a warm heart..for the first time in many years..

I miss you both..Vlen has returned here as well and I am seeing to his needs..

Tell Elyl I love him..and I miss him dearly.

Your loving son,

-Galen'ael.

Posted: **Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:54 pm**

Someday I want to make my character as real as yours!
I got lots of work to do

Posted: **Tue Nov 10, 2009 9:56 pm**

*another letter home*

Father,

Many new Rangers have joined our order...things progress nicely for once. It is nice to not be overextended for once either...

The day to day remains the same...idiot humans who have little or no understanding of the natural world...their place in it..or the power they wield...

More and more Seladrine seem drawn to our Order...though I am happy to have them...all Races are welcome...if they show wisdom and heart...but having your own kind around makes the fight and struggles we endur all the easier.

Days pass and days go..but I am happy and I hope to visit you soon..oddly..I have even meant a female I am NOT completely and utterly inept around..imagine that...

All My Love,

Galen'ael.

Posted: **Tue Nov 10, 2009 9:56 pm**

darkcrow356 wrote:Someday I want to make my character as real as yours!
I got lots of work to do

Thanks..having one toon makes it easier...I don't have time for more...

Posted: **Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:25 pm**

///Steel, I love reading through Galen's journals. Keep up the excellent work!

Posted: **Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:05 pm**

((Thank you William))

How times change...seemingly before my eyes.

Upon my arrival in these Lands...they were overan with defilers...Banites..Sharrans..more evil than I care to relive or remention.

With my work and the stout heart of those I lead...the tide has turned...we have much to deal with lately..mostly Drow and their machinations..soon I will visit this city with my Brothers and Sisters and see what can be learned.

Part of me hopes they attack Us...they deserve it. They prowl about our lands and the surface nearly unchecked..barely held at bay.

It would do good for them to realize they are not safe in their own home from those who would act.

I count Ours amoung that kind.

The Fist have decided to cower in their walls and patrol routes..behind their walls as the Drow run across the Land...looking for Aladnon..who is missing.

They hide behind their walls, thinking they are safe from what comes...they are not.

If they care to notice..the attacks of the devils and the demons probe their outter lines.

They'd do well to remember Baldurs Gate is not Silverymoon...with it's protective Mythal...

Beren has done his best but they dishonor him, chide him...relieve him of duty and on an on....

They have the artefact...they will soon learn what it means to fight on the front lines..of this I have no doubt.

Our Alliance with them still stand, but they offer no help outside their own territory.

The devils and demons will come...the Devils for one of their Lord...

Beren will have his..'I told you so.."

Though his not the man to enjoy it..it will leave an ashen taste in his mouth...

They will learn...they have no choice.

But..it will come in blood..and a high pennance..

They will see...truly see..or die as all living things do....

Soon...very soon..the Trees whisper to me as do the Dryads...guarding the bridge from vagabonds will be the least of their problems...

I must find Aloria and speak with her...she shows penchant for orgainizing others..I believe her to be the next natural choice to be the voice for the Circle in the Lands of Men...

As for the Fist?

It is a shame they see so little...whether because of their blindness or overconfidence...both are dangerous...they are an enigma in their reasoning as many humans are to me..

I wish them the best and We will be here...if they need it.

-Galen'ael Glenstalker.

Posted: **Sat Dec 26, 2009 5:23 pm**

I have stepped apart from the daily madness that runs and frets across this Land like a plague.

I left for Home for a time to see family..renew bonds and see those that matter to me the most.

I am back in the Grove...just studying...contemplating....as the world turns about outside...I write in my journal to ease my thoughts.

Never would I forsake my Oath to the Grand Druid, but from time to time one must take a step back and breath...it has been non-stop for me since my arrival here...and I must make sense of it all.

I am counted on for patience and wisdom now, such is the mantle of the leadership the others voted me into.

I must ensure my spirit is centered...at peace..so I can do as well as I am able.

Much happens that reaches my ears from the Dryads and the Trees, I will exit the Grove soon as I am centered and let the madness ensue once again...

The Madness of Life..the Chaos..the Struggle..all of it.

In the meantime, here I write..thinking on all that has occured and what will come..and here I sit.

Confident those who push our affairs in the wider world (Aloria, Faerynn, Elohir, Phaelen, Toshiro and Isen) do so with my utmost confidence and hardly a worry.

Tarsakh told me long ago that I was ever to take his place..I must learn patience and wisdom..to inspire the others to lead Our efforts as we seek to teach all who serve.

I am learning this lesson..more and more and it gets easier with each passing day...as does my troubled mind...it easy's with the efforts of those who serve the Grove and the Elven Faction.

I am proud of them all and will Walk the Land once again..soon.

-Galen'ael.

Posted: **Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:44 am**

The following is a letter to the Elven Council with all my thoughts and such..I cannot write it again...I am tired and...sad and weary.

*****

This past night I encountered a strange mage, Elven, in the Cloakwood. He was in devil form when I first saw him, so I killed him (standard Circle policy, apologies) along with Volo and a half elven named Ryll.

I then raised him and he convinced me he was not a being a pure evil, but a man who alluded to having an affliction or some other problem beyond his control. The devil spoke independently of this Deus, of Master and He/She being mad at my slaying of an Outsider, as if it matters.

For some reason, I believe the man and do not just believe him to be another fool mage who cannot control or responsibily use his own power. After he told me these things he continued to insult in various ways..."testing my spirit" which he was satisfied with. I'll spare you all the details, but he was wise to stop when his curiosity was satiated. You don't flick Sir Dallenthel in the forehead and call his mother a wench and you don't
call me a minor druid, nor do you waves chops of meat in front of Dire Wolfs mouth teasingly...

As I let him go on his way and I walked back toward the city...it dawned on me this is the 'Deus' of the Elves..I've seen his letters and the name.

I am resolved to watch this Elf, he is very curious. I, for now, believe him, when he says the shifting is beyond his control. If any of you reading do not know of this problem, we must help him.

He shifts into what he calls a "Gargoyle", looks like a Devil to me..but I digrees and has no control. Something disturbing and abbhorent to me, being a shifter myself as well.

of the Druidic kind. He seems an honorable man, if somewhat peculiar.

The rest is news all must here......

I have seen Aloria...

Or rather her spirit, she has passed on to the Path through the Forrest Trees...I have never been so angry at such a state and my heart wept. She related the remainder of her tale to me Fircair could not. I know where here body is and I know what we must do to save her and restore her. I will not write of such details here, lest these letters fall into the wrong hands. She trusted me with this knowledge alone; to my best knowledge.

I will help her, I will find her, I will see her restored to her Life which was taken from her.

I will see the insult to this Elven Home avenged.

I will see the Grove avenged for the slaying of one of our own.

I will tear down you know who's fortress with my barehands if I must.

He said he has seen or knows the most powerful amoung Us..eluding to Faerynn or possibly another.

He has not seen me...

And, he has not seen Us together Brothers and Sisters.

He will see the most powerful thing of all, this SoulBlight..DarkOne..whoever.

He will see Us together and the love we have for one of our own and the power of that belief.

I will walk in the forrest with Aloria again.

This I vow.

We must meet to discuss this matter and the soonr the better...many of you have details we must exchange, I've just returned to the Sword Coast.

-Arch Druid Galen'ael.

******

You will not walk the spirit world long Aloria, Child of the Lady and my friend. If I must do it all alone I will, but I hardly believe this to be true. Together, we all will see you restored. You did not fail Child, I failed you..I should have been there with you all...I am so sorry....

* a single tear runs down Galen's face as his cloak drops to the floor and he collaspes into his bed in the Grove*

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