First Entry

Dearest Selen,

Today was the day I made my escape. Months of planning, of preparation, of sleepless nights, and I finally decided to leave. It did not go well, but I escaped with my life. And that is what I am thankful for.

I found my way, exhausted and hungry, into a small series of tunnels, the entrance of which collapsed around my head. There was nothing else to do but go forward. I did, and came across a duergar named Nurtle, who pointed me the way to a supposed free city.

I was skeptical, until I beheld the city before my very eyes. At last, a bastion of hope, a bright light to shine for all those lost in the darkness of despair. I entered, eager to carve a life for myself in this new realm.

However, even the brightest light attracts moths, no matter how small or insignificant. And these moths were anything but. I found Sanctuary to be a cesspool of greed, corruption and backstabbing. Upper Sanctuary, at least. Lower Sanctuary, by comparison, was almost, if not more, worse than its counterpart, but they harboured no allusions as to their conduct and lifestyle in their niche of the city. It is there that I have decided to make my home.

I attended my first town meeting today. It was at its core merely a bunch of people with ideals but no plan, which is folly in itself. I merely stood at the back and listened to the ongoing drivel, keeping an ear open to the proceedings. I almost left twice, however, both times, an idea mentioned by an Ilmateri known as Westmore brought me back. His idea of Guardians in Lower interested me greatly.

After an unusual event inside the makeshift meeting hall, our small group was left with the remains of a man decieved. Max, a sad, pathetic excuse of a broken man, stood before us, his life shattered in a brief period. It disgusted me that my supposed companions entreated upon him to join their faction, or exhorted to him the benefits of their religion, all in the hope of converting a man who had not yet recognized even himself in the depths of his loss. I interrupted, and told him to go his own way, and that he would find himself in time. I know exactly how he feels, for I once felt the same way myself.

But Selen, you would know that, wouldn't you? How I miss you, every passing day that I spent in this life.

Before I left the group, each member trying to make sense of the events that had just happened, I informed Westmore of my interest in his ideal, and agreed to meet with him at a date that suited him. It had been an interesting first day, Selen.

I pray to Corellon every day that you are watching over every step I take.

With all my heart,

Keiran

Second Entry

Dearest Selen,

Today is the day I have begun to cement my alliegiances. I ran into Westmore again today, and he asked my assistance with a precarious matter of some importance. Along with myself, a woman called Myria was also there to assist in this matter.

Once inside the Stand and seated, Westmore informed us of an apparent conspiracy, involving the House of Archibald and a manservant known as Murp. Westmore revealed to us the fact that he and others discovered Murp dying in the depths of Sanctuary, an escaped captive of the Spellguard, and, before he died, was imparted from Murp the knowledge that Murp himself was framed for the murder of the late Archibald patriarch, Alexander Archibald. Westmore confided in us a desire to uncover the truth behind Lord Archibald's death, and wished our aid in the investigation.

I agreed, as did Myria. However, the investigation did not go as smoothly as wished. The chamberlain of the House of Archibald, a calm and perceptive man, denied us audience with the current Lord Archibald, nor admittance into the former Lord Archibald's chambers. We did, however, gain access to the servant's quarters, Murp's former home, but ths yielded nothing substantial. We left disappointed, and somewhat defeated.

Later on I expressed to Westmore my personal feelings and views on the factions that currently occupied Sanctuary, both Upper and Lower, and once again reinstated my interest in the Guardians, and my own ideals on what they would stand for and become. Westmore seemed to take my counsel to heart, and, once I expressed my secondary interest of becoming a Greycloak, I took his counsel to mine.

We plan to resume this investigation at a later date, and I'm certain we will eventually succeed. I know I will survive, with you watching over me, Selen.

I dream and think about your smile every second of every day of my long life.

I miss you.

With all my heart,

Keiran