Entry 1 - Dagger

I have decided to write things down. Maybe something in my head will happen. As am not sure of anything.

I can talk though I don't like too. I can write. I know my name. I can walk. I can fight. I know the advantage of wearing armour. I know what a human looks like (with exception to 'Ophiella', i do not know what she is, and she won't tell me what she is.). I know what a dwarf looks like. I know a monster.

I remember the darkness out side sanctuary. A long time.

I know I got scared when Wyric town council said 'squid-face'.

But the most annoying thing is my dagger. I do not like it. I know feel pathetic fighting with it. It is wrong. I do not know why. It makes me feel angry and sometimes sad.

Entry 2 - Sun

I came to a scary realization just now. This place has no sun, no moon and no stars. I know this place called the 'surface' i can imagine it in my head. But I am not there - I am underground, in the Underdark. And I can only think that this is a very dangerous place.

But am I from the Underdark or from the Surface or am I dreaming?

I am proud of my fighting skills. I took down a large clown today with a group of people, and it was with my pathetic dagger. I still despise the weapon, so I bought a bow with my spare money I had earned (most of it goes toward buying stuff to make me feel better when I get hurt). I do not like this weapon either, I prefer the dagger so I can fight up close.

Entry 3 - Thralls

The spellgaurds checked my head - counciler crowshire took me. They said I am clean and my head is free from thralls.But there is damage from the past. The horrid stitched scar under my hair could have been where...i think...i would have been experimented on by mindflayers.

So maybe I have forgotten things...lots of things. Jesse called me a poor girl because I do not know or remember who I was.

This scares me...I am not sure what to think or do - having a hard time sleeping.

A part of me feels really happy. I got rid of that stupid dagger and now I have a halberd which I feel comfortable and easy to use with no troubles. It feels so farmilier as if I have used a dozen times before. I almost feel naked not carrying it.

Entry 4 - Halberd

Halberd. This my weapon - it feels so natural it is like a part of me.

I fought Straik (a strong warrior) and beat once out of our four fights. He was impressed. I am proud.

Entry 5 - War. I think I am remembering some things. I keep seeing myself fighting under the sun, and sometimes the moon and stars. I am fighitng in big battles, in wars. Always, always with a halberd.

It is like battle and war is very important to me somehow. But it is not about winning. It is about me. About my skill. About tests. About being worthy to fight.

Entry 6 - Unbeatable

I have been having so many dreams lately, loads in one night...so many that it is hard to remember any of them.

But I remember one I had as I slept just now. I was standing in a battle like most of my blurred memories are at the moment.

I am with a group of people, we all hold polearm type weapons and there are approaching men on horse back with blades. They are charging to attack us.

But we do not run, we do not have too. I close my eyes and I can feel a halberd in my hands - we are both ready.

The horsemen yell.

I stay calm. Quiet.

Their sabres swipe at us.

I open my eyes and in one slick movement I cut the closest one with the blade with great ease.

The horseman falls and an unmanned horse runs on.

I strike a second one with the point end of my halberd.

He falls also.

The polearms have the advantage and I am unbeatable with my halberd.

Entry 7 - One-arm

I found the clan cave worm cave last night. And I also found Straik. He has lost one of his arms and I feel so sad for him because he can no longer wield a double handed weapon.

I do not know what I would do if I lost an arm - I would feel so lost if I could not hold my halberd.

Malar, that is the deity Straik follows so loyally. We talked about it for awhile. Sometimes I agreed with him, other times I did not.

Who is my god?

Entry 8 - Slug

I have joined the School Of War. I think the people here can help me. Plus I feel much more comfortable in the bunker...even if I am the only female.

There is a lot of fear about thralls here, espcially due to the killing of the Ordinent. It hurts everytime I think of thralls. It is like I remember the pain...and suffering, but not why or how.

I am scared...a slug thing escaped the dead thrall body...I hope it does not come for me. I do not want to go through this again.

Entry 9 - Lockheart

Lockheart.

This is my name, Lyra Lockheart.

I remember because I was reading something, a poster, or a book...I cannot remember what but I saw too letters together ...'LL'.

These are my initials...I believe I used to use it all the time to sign letters and other things. And then I just simply remembered the words 'Lockheart'.

Now introducing myself seems more natural now, to say 'Lyra Lockheart' rather than just 'Lyra'. It did always seem like something was missing.

I can even now say - 'Lyra Lockheart, of the School of War'. It is like I have a place to be, I don't sound or feel so lost.

But what does it really tell me...'Lockheart' only says my name, nothing else of my past.

L.L

Entry 10 - Tempus I saw his face today in the Shrine of War. Wolf took me there.

I remembered everything of the Great Foehammer.

His history. His teachings. His ways.

But I had forgotten it all for very long time, how could I do such a thing?

I have cried and screamed, for these thoughts and memories I have forgotten both saddened and scared me greatly.

I can only beg for forgivness and do everything in my power to become worthy in his eyes once again.

I cannot remember anything else except the Great Forhammer...its like I have crushed one wall in my mind only to hit another.

But I know my life was, and is based around him.

L.L

Entry 11 - Knowledge

It is odd how I know and can discuss so deeply with someone about combat and war. I feel like I know so much about these area and talking of it is so natural, so easy to teach and learn it.

But I can not recall where I originally learnt all this. It is like when I speak I am repeating the words of a teacher I used to have. I find it so comforting to know this - as if it is proof of a past...but then again terrifying because maybe it is something the mindflayers implanted.

I am comfortable here, at the school war, I think even if I never remembered anything I would be happy to remain here for the rest of my days and regain Tempus' respect.

Though it is also odd. I have been speaking to Wyric for the first time in a while, and I found that I have forgotten some of what happened when I first got here...or at least it is very blurry. Apparently my attitude has changed a lot since then

L.L

Entry 12 - Garagos First they defeat Derderich then beat me down and wound me with axe and now the have destroyed our shrine.

What do I do? Do I seek revenge? Do I stay calm?

These fools of the so called 'God of War' Garagos are so blinded by bloodlust and anger, I can only hope this foolishness can give me time to train.

I have focused so much time on meditation, on my mind and my memory. Trying to remember things - I see people but no faces. I know the words yet I here no voices. I remember the feel of this fantastic energy, but where is it from and what is it? I remember awesome skills of the halberd, but how do I use them?

To much time has been speant on my mind and I get no where.

It is time to focus on my body and the soul of war and Tempus - I must prove myself worthy and defeat these followers of Garagos.

L.L

Entry 13 - Something ((written in tidy and 'happy' handwiting...)) Something wonderful and fanastic is happening to me! I have trained hard and I feel some improvement. I am faster and stronger. I can now do this 'Whirlwind' attack that had my mind stuck on for a long time. I have duelled many and fought them all down. The great warrior I am in my dreams I am becoming in reality!

I held a fantastic tournament! The Duo Duel which was highly successful and I raised just under 2000gold to rebuild our shrine. Tempus will smile on me today!

((written in messy what looks like 'sad' hand writing...))

Something dreadful is happening to me. I had a blackout, and I woke in the arms of Druss, Wyric was there too. They said I had fainted. I can not remember anything just the throbbing pain in my scar.

Druss gave me his chain, on it is the symbol of Tempus - I do not know why I have it. Tempus may frown on me today...

L.L

Entry 14 - Master I have just woken from a strange dream or a very vivid memory.

I sat up in bed, I was confused for a while, the room wasn't the bunker at the School of War, though it was similar. But my dreamself had a purpose and somewhere to be, I just simply watched through her eyes.

She changed into light fighting robes of yellow and red. Here I notice that my dreamself is a lot younger than I am now. She is in her young teens, she is not near as strong as I am, she has much shorter hair (not even long enough to tie back) and there is no bald patch on her head.

My dreamself had changed quickly and in quite the panic. She also picks up a halberd at the bedside. An odd feeling as it feels heavy and awkward. She is quiet as she can be as she dashes out of the door as there are others asleep in the bunker room.

She runs down several flights of stone steps, I have little time to take in the sights of where she has taken me.

Out into a cold courtyard, the sun has barely begin to rise and there is fog.

She runs to centre of the courtyard and falls to her knees. I can feel she is very cold and warn out. She bows her head and speaks. I hear my own voice from years ago.

'Master, I am here!'

'You are two minutes late, Lyra,' replies a man. His voice is kind, but also full of command.

'I am sorry, Master! It will not happen again!' she hesitates for just a moment.

My dreamself looks up to onto the back of a man, vague in the fog, in very similar robes to what she is wearing - except the design obviously proved he was of some sort of high command. He is also either very well tanned or from another part of the world.

'You have a very special opportunity here, young Lockheart, I strongly suggest you do not abuse it.'

'It will not happen again, master!' she repeats once more, obviously unsure on how to reply.

'Good,' the man turns around to gaze up on my dreamself. He has very dark eyes full of knowing and knowledge, no hair, he is not too old, but also not too young. Though he was not very tall, maybe the same height I am now - and not overly muscular - but you could tell he was very strong.

He taps a large and long weapon against the courtyards stone ground. It was a halberd. 'Your training begins today, Lyra Lockheart. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?"

'Yes master!' she replies again, bowing her head low.

'Then stand. I will make you the most feared and respected halberd master on this land. In the name of Tempus!'

I stand. But the cold is gone. The fog has vanished and has reappeared as the arena of the School of War, in Sanctuary, deep under the ground of the courtyard.

I gazed up at the shield with the symbol of Tempus on it for a long time. I held my halberd, just as I did in the memory or odd dream. Soon I returned to the bunker, I hadn't woken anyone up and fell back asleep.

L.L

Entry 15 - Druss

He is dead, killed at the hands of those unusual 'Red Skulls'.

I cried for, I cannot remember how long, after Lerzon told me. It is painful to know I will never see or speak to Druss again. I felt so connected with him because he was a follower of Tempus, his first weapon of choice was the halberd and he was involved in war on the surface.

I know, in my heart, that his soul lies in Tempus' hands now. And I will honour his death as a warrior who fought to the end.

His white halberd, the very one that used to be mine - that reminded me of who I was - has been returned and will stay with me till our shrine is rebuilt.

The necklace he gave me I will keep as a reminder of his memory.

This pain of seeing a friend die is not new to me. I have felt it, quite possibly, many times before. Have I lost friends on the battle field? Have I lost family members before? Is the master in my dream still alive?

L.L

Entry 16 - Broken Do you ever feel like you have stopped, and the rest of the world continues to grow around you?

I had many plans for the School, it has been weeks and I have done nothing to for these plans - and cannot even remember the weeks that have gone by.

Well, I remember parts, important parts. I nearly lost Lerzon, but he is still around. Druss was returned to us once more and joined the School. We duelled and his necklace was broke in the battle - a scare at first - but now we both wear a half. Frank, I have not seen in a long time - he has temporarily made me Headmaster in his absence.

But everything else seems to have vanished. My mind is still broken maybe? Did I have blackouts? I thought things were improving...but even as I read through this journal, I have found things I have forgotten. L.L

Entry 17 - Headmistress

Frank has still not returned and I have officially been made headmistress. Our numbers have dropped. What with the killing of Lerzon and several members of staff going missing.

I can only pray that I can keep the School as Reev made it. I did speak with Kemorach for a while yesterday, it was good to see him again because he had such a friendship with Reev and experience with the School. I wish he would stay and help me run the School but he seems a lot more preoccupied with fighting beasts in the dark.

As for my memory?

It is hard to say - I may have mentioned this before but something is happening to me. Something between my beloved halbard and myself.

L.L

Entry 18 - Old Man

An elderly man stopped at the school today. It was rather odd that he came as he held a halberd.

I am confident with the weapon - but it turns out I am far from the perfect wielder...which was what I was beginning to believe...as the old man beat me down with astonishing skill.

He told me how the halberd came to be – developed from peasants when the poor were sent to war and found themselves faced with those on horseback. And also how imperfect it is due to its awkward size and lack of balance.

He said he would teach me more when I remembered why I chose this weapon. But, of course, I cannot remember, not right now. It seems silly in away, why did I not pick a simpler weapon like a longsword or even a spear?

A strange man with stranger and yet wise words. It makes me wander to my past. Is this what my master of my dreams taught me? Is it fate this man came to train at the School today? L.L Note. Frankie is back as headmaster – and he says he has many plans for our School.

Entry 19 - Choice

I dreamt once again...

This time I was even younger than I was before, but I was on that courtyard again. It was no longer foggy and I was surrounded by children of my age. We were training and learning the basics of sword on sword combat.

I felt this was not a rare happening in my young life - I did this very often, everyday perhaps. As I swung the short sword about, going over the basic moves I felt what I knew at that age. I knew advanced hand to hand combat and I knew the very basic trainings of several weapons.

An instructor, dressed similar clothing my master was, stopped us - the training was over for that day - but it was then he said something very important...

'You have all tried several different types of weapon, you know how they feel, you know their weaknesses and you know their strengths. Before our next class I would like all of you to make a choice...I would like you to choose your weapon...the weapon that would likely stick by your side for the rest of your life...'

It is then I remember, sitting in that courtyard all alone in front of the weapon rack. Trying to choose my weapon. I had already taken quite a liking to pole weapons such as the spear and staff and it was these weapons I was gazing over. I was weighing out there advantages and disadvantages in my mind along with my own abilities and skills.

Yet one weapon kept glinting in the sunlight, like it was trying to catch my attention. The mighty and yet awfully clumsy and heavy halberd. I had only used it once before and it certainly was not an easy weapon to use. But I had also seen a master use it and he was lethal and amoungst the most dangerous of warriors (that man was soon to become my master).

I was pulled toward the halberd but doubt was in my mind - a balanced and lighter spear would so much more simple. Plus, as you do at that age, I worried for a while about what the other children might say if I choose such a clumsy weapon. It would certainly be difficult to master - maybe even impossible for myself.

It was then words of strength and reassurance went through my mind. Words that since then, I believe, have stuck with me to this very day. I cannot remember if the words were spoken by the teachings of Tempus, a teacher on the courtyard or by the Halberd Master himself.

'Challenge yourself. Always challenge yourself and then you will do great things. Things you thought you could never achieve.'

And so I picked up the halberd and since that day (which I have come to guess would have been over fifteen years ago) the halbard has been my weapon of choice and never left my side.

L.L

Entry 20 - Glaive

I have been kicked from the School due to some politics, but either way I felt a need to return to that arena. When I did I met him again, the old man, the weapon master.

He had one more lesson to teach me, for he was dying from some illness that was attacking his lungs and body. He gave me his weapon, the most beautiful and most powerful balded polearm I had ever seen or weilded in my life. A WeaponMasters Glaive.

And for my last lesson he asked me to finish him, for no weaponmaster should be finished by a mere illness. He would die as a mighty warrior should, in a battle worthy of Tempus.

We fought a glorious and difficult fight. There was no doubt that old and very ill man was a mighty warrior because he nearly killed me. But with a well aimed and awesome blow I ended his breaking body.

He disappeared and his soul entered the blade of his old, and my new, halberd. My master shall stay with me in the blade of my weapon till a similar fate takes my life.

Halberd Weaponmaster, Lyra Lockheart