Alturiak 7th, Year 152

I remember as if it was only a day ago, my childhood. The laughter my brother and I shared in those beautiful days. The days underneath the bright shining sun that beamed out over the large lake near our house, creating thousands of diamonds across it's mirrored surface. Home. The smell of the green fields, wild flowers and trees. The cool wind blowing through the tall grass. I remember it all still. Father. Mother. Now, I am here in this darkness. This prison. Everything has been stolen from me. My life on the surface, my family...Tyr, guide me...

*a page from the journal of Jaliah McNarg* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Third of Uktar, Year 152

The day has finally arrived. I am officially a Greycloak and I am proud to be a part of something in this dark, dreadful place. Warden Drin has sworn me in; I respect him so. When he mentioned standing ground even when against odds, I could not help but think of Jherick when he stood his ground to defend the Beacon. He sacrificed his life to protect the innocent. Even with his bothered leg and troubled mind , he still fought. At first, I did not think of myself as being worthy when Drin asked. I am not the toughest knight out there. I am not quick as others, nor am I strong. But, all of these thoughts were tossed aside when I thought of my brother. And my father, whom passed away down in Lower as well. I am proud to be a McNarg. I am proud to be a Greycloak. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------