*In a messy, childlike scrawl*

I am Gabriel- What else? War wizards no.. INSANELY POWERFUL KNIVES THAT STAB IN THE DARK... Chirpping, dark, no light... no sun. Oh father. Father father, WHERE... why why? Burning Swords, gone all gone. Dead... THE BLOOD SPRAYS... WHIPS COME AND FALL. What else? Betrayal, flee... oh brothers BROTHERS IN ARMS... No more. No more Burning Swords of Thunderstone, me... all me left. Why? What was I searching? Seeking?

Oh father, give me give me what you told me to seek. Lord where art thou? Tenth - Tenth of Nine? I can rise I CAN OWN. Luxury, battle. Tempus. Blood fury, oh how it sprays. So confused. What did the Drow take? Memories, come to me. Please please please please please PLEASE. Sense return.

Arabel, can you hear me? I want to go back now, no orcs with me. Please again. Let us return brothers, Burning Swords.

LIONSMANE