Two worlds fought for dominace one vivid with color the other, bleak colorless deviod of feeling this is how I see my world. The scar on my left eye a testiment to my chosen profession not so much a hindance after two years of practice I'v learned to accept these two comflicting planes as a part of my life yet at times I wonder how long I can keep this up surly my body will fall apart one day, but thinking of such things isn't the way to keep your stomach fool and your task done.

I krept from room glancing about at the random forms moving in and out of the Rock bottom, Arttro appearing beside me to berrate me with words of constant alertness and nearing danger. Or should I say Baurus..At times I wonder why we go about this game if they wished us dead they'd have done it when we walked through those bloody gates a month ago. My head turns to catch a young blonde women sitting beside an awkward gnome gibbering madly about one thing or anouther..How she could stand such is a mystery worth delving into at a later time. I glaned toward the door took a deep breath and stepped forward, back into the darkness that is my new home. My mind seemed to chime "Welcome to the Underdark" I grinned against thoughts of dark misery that had befallen us to speak aloud "Aye, welcome to the Underdark, time for some bloody work" I stepped into the gloom and dissapeared Arttro hobbling along beside me.

Enrty two..Day...Day..{ink blobs form on the side on the paper} Screw it, a month from when I fell in this hole

So far from what I'v seen this place is no less differant from luskan, except for luskan has atlest the fall back of road that leads out..This place however has the grand option of stay or rot in a heap of bones outside of the gate.My moods not improving what few people I have met drive me insane. Arttro beleives that silents is our best option to avoid trouble. Like thats ever helped us before, He's a lame leg to prove for that sort of idea. The only two I'v met that I don't feel like strangling are two women..Talia and Elowyn..Elowyn strikes me as someone thats not yet been hit with the reality of life. Quite bubbly and naive, she reminds me of a child. However a child with quite the skills in the healing arts. Talia seems to be teaching her about the world, though I think she'd be better showing it to her all at once, before Elowyn realises the dangers of things around the only way life knows how, already having a close call with a cleric of some sort wanting her to contract a disease to better understand it.

If he wanted to understand it better, he can chew on thier fingers till his flesh peels off, call it irony I'd rather call it just what the man deserves. One anouther note, the rash lad that threw the dagger upon our little group in the Rock has been delt with. I hope my talk lead him to stray from such actions in the future, I quite enjoyed it. Ahh I think it's even quelled my nerves a bit, a bit though is not enough to tear my mind from the hole I'v sunken into.

End of entry

*Nathan closes the book and pulls his axe off the banister in his room moodily grumbling as he makes his way through the bar and into the darkness of the doorway*

-Nathan's chest is wrapped in bandages a empty bottle of the Rot cure on his table as he pulls his journal form his pack-

Enrty three

I'm tired...So damn tired. So much has happened today, I'v walked from the town and back taking small groups of refugees from the town and brought them to the blue mushroom to weather out the worst of the plague. I saved a women named Dezria, I meet her earlier when I was in the bar not two days ago..we found her with a blade to her gut speaking of the plague. We kicked the blade from her grip and tugged her off away from the gate into the city to recover a cure..We were fortunate enough to come by one in the possesion of a greedy orc named Vruuk.

Later on..Things only got worse. While I was drinking trying to settle my mind which was already addled from the recent events I heard shouting from outside, cries of pain and rage. By the time I made it outside Dezria was hard pressed by a man in black armor shouting of coming justice and her inpending death..I charged in blindly slaming my shoulder into the man though not fast enough to end the fight right away..For a psychopath. He seemed to have the martial arts down to an art form. It eventually ended with us being chased from town by the locals as we left, he shouted that he would kill her..Kill Dezria. Why is it I'v been shoved into so much in one day..I'm a god damned sellsword not a paladin, not some bloody guard I protect me and mine and that alone!

My body aches..I think this is as much as I shall right for today..I need to change my bandages before the rot seeps into the blood and begins to reek. -Nathan slowly closes the book and begins to fall asleep at the desk, bearly strong enough to make it to the bed only four feet away-

I'v stopped writing dates, I don't think it really matters anymore..things have changed so much in the time of just a few days. Things I was once looked upon as fact.. have been shaken. -Nathan turns his head to glance at a bed bearly visible in the candle light with a slight smile-

I'v found new work since I was set loose from Arttro's contract, but now it seems i'v fallen into anouther..and voluntary of all things. It's differant though. It's not a contract of ink..I just feel attached to this person I think I'd actually feel lost if I were to lose this one, she's made me feel better then I have in a good long time, almost at peace.

There are other more serious matters however that I must write down in this book to keep track of. I shall write down the information I'v been given from my benefactor to better protect her. As such I must watch for a hooded women calling herself "The Huntress" It stinks of Malarite in both style..and that bloody way it seems like she is after her for the chase more then for any amount of gold that might be on my benefactor.

So far this is a list of infomation gathered

Hooded female, average height Tan skined; most likly new to the underdark cloaked in black Calls herself Huntress; Egotistical seems the right word for this, I'll try to play off this later on if I can No real name as of yet

I'll try to right further more on this when I'v the time..But for now sleep seems to be beckoning and it's a persuasive mistress indeed. -Nathan closes his journal tucking it under his cloak on a nearby chair and slips into bed-