[the writing of this book is basic lettering, nothing fancy or slopy, in William's normal hand writing which is rather small]

Page 1: I don't know why Kyle gave me ths book, journals were never one of my interrests. I hardly know why I am writing in it now but I suppose it can't hurt me. Although I probably shouldn't write too much personal information in this book in case some one less pleasent finds it. But maybe I can have multiple uses for a book of blank pages.

[the next four pages have some notes and graphs on them, mostly about an attempt to understand an order to magic]

Page 5: Well, so far I cannot find a patern to the ways of the weave, for the higher level spells that is. I am begining to doubt there is one at all, if that were true though even the simplest student of the arcane could master the most epic of spells, so their must be a limet, rules of SOME kind.

[there are a few other graphs on the last half of the page with a few inky fingerprints on it]

Page 6: Maybe I need to think of this from a different angle? Magic may not be consistant with the standard laws of math and logic. I mean I may be using logic to apply to the physical world, but magic isn't really physical untill you focus it into a spell is it? Even then some spells are entirely for the mind, or the soul. Maybe I should sleep on it, better yet ask Mystra for assistance? Any wisdom or intelligence would be helpful. But the gods know my prayers for guidence have been for far less . . . metaphysical needs.

Perhaps she hasn't been guiding me dirrectly because she knows I can handle this myself, if that's the case it didn't really come to mind untill now. Maybe I can't do it alone, I need help perhaps, humans are social creatures for a reason.

Page 7: Fantastic! Why didn't I think of this earlier? Perhaps because I was trying too hard. This might explain alot about me. I've been so stupid! To understand the more powerful magic I must not try to learn it too hard. After all the greatest wisdom is knowing when not to use magic, so I should not use magic untill it is needed. My experiences will teach me something about myself and the magic and then I will obtain higher spell circles.

I have been trying way too hard. I should maybe give my studies of magic a break, give my head time to work out other skills, or give me time to think out my problems. What would be a good use of my studies would be to focus on my herbal use, healing that is, the kind with out the magic. Or perhaps my skills of stealth, or combat. Yes the combat might be a good choice, after all I could always be better at defending myself.

Though puting a sudden halt to my studies isn't the best idea right now, slowing it down though, yes. I recieved a letter from another follower of Mystra today and I look forward to meeting said person. It has been a long time since I meet a any one who publicaly claimed to follow Mystra.

[two inky fingerprints are on the bottom of the book and look like who ever left them was trying whiping them away with a cloth]

Page 8: Been a while since I wrote in this book. There has been quite a lot to write about since my last entry. I guess I should start with Clara and Edgar getting kidnapped. I had the horrified thought that they may have tried running from Thorn but failed, not so. No they fought her, and lost obviosly, I talked to Clara and she said fleeing didn't even cross her mind, something about there being no beauty in running . . . as oppose to losing. They were freed by Kyle if I heard right. Then as things seemed to be looking up the hin that follows Thorn around killed Allivarn and stole his body to prevent any forms of raise dead. Damn. In the middle of all of this Edgar thinks himself as the new house leader, Mystra save us all should that be true. Don't get me wrong I'm sure Edgar is a great militant leader, him being a purple dragon knight and all, but that is the last thing the house needs right now. Thorn is still out there and while she may leave us well enough alone due to the fact of Mr. Fireheart's death, if the house were to take a militeristic turn . . . that may not be the case. And not to mention Thorn might still be taking interrest in us -ANYWAY-.

Page 9: I've been getting too upset about this, I should write about more intellectual topics maybe? I have had this theory of magic. I'm not quite sure what to call it but here it is. There are two kinds of magic. Most of us think of divine or arcane, not so much, no. One is from the source of magic itself, the other is from the side effects of this raw magic. Sort of like how sand on the ocean floors comes from small bits of stone from rivers slowly chiping away at mountains' stone. I believe sorcerers draw from the 'mountains' as do paladin's and those who have almost magical musical talent, and gods. The rest of us use the 'sand' that is all around us. I'm not sure if this is true, or even close, but it's worth looking into through observation, I just need a sorcerer, paladin, or something of the like.

Mountains and sand theory? I like that name . . .

[there is a picture of a mountain with a river flowing down from it into a nearby sea]

Page 10: Is it me or is it every one I know personally seems to avoid me lately? Don't see hardly any of the Firehearts around for more then maybe a few glances before they go off to bed or something. And then there is Edgar, better not to write it down where any one can see it. Not sure if it really is me, or I have just bad timing. I'll go with the timing. But I have seen Breena, it's always nice to see her. As usual when I find her she is in the middle of putting together another group of adventurers to do good, and is she isn't orginizing it she is still involved in an important manner.

Any way, my theory needs to be based off of more then just a good idea. So I need to talk to a few wizards and clerics. Then maybe a paladin or bard, or better yet a sorcerer. Mystra knows how hard it is to find them. Really my main focus should be finding a sorcerer interview about their use of magic.

You know I've noticed that Sanctuary's adventurer population has far mroe spell casters then normal. Sanctuary isn't excatly a normal city either though. But still I find it hard to imagine drow taking so many magical slaves. Maybe those of us with magical powers are just better at excaping.

[a small drawing of broken shakles laying on the floor is across the bottom of the page]

Page 11: What the hell is a "delicious"? I mean maybe it means cake or cold milk, but not in this case. The unseelie attacked the canals today, again. Only this time there was a hall full of angry dwarves and myself waiting between them and the other citizens. When they attacked they claim that the "clean" demanded that "men in black and red" give back their "delicious", which was stolen.

Maybe one of them was kidnapped? And "delicious" is some form of sweet-tooth fetish. I'de rather not go there. Or maybe delicious is like sweety, so a lover or child? I don't know.

When I reported this to the spellguard the man's reaction to hearing "men in black and red" was that spellgaurd was being blamed for stealing something in an attempt to make Santuary less trusting of spellguard and as a result weaker when we get attacked. Funny thing is I didn't mention it being spellguard, seems that agent was a little too edgy.

[a simple drawing of a cake has been placed here]

Page 12: Today though I have been, yet again, painfully reminded that infact I have no family here. Just some good friends. Don't get me wrong though, my friends are great friends, but they aren't family. I really miss dad. I'm sure he would know what to say about this. Problem is with good friends is when they make their own family you are not as important as their family, which is okay because that can be expected. But still, wish I had my own family down here. It gets lonely.

I wonder what my family is doing on the surface? I mean my birthday passed a few days ago, I hope every one could handle me not being there. Part of me wants to know how they are doing, but I know that's best not to. If they are doing badly then I will only get more worry. If they are doing well then it will only make being down here more unbearible.

I really wish I could get home, as I'm sure there are many others around here with the same thought.

Page 13: So as it turns out the Spellguard did not so much steal from the unseelie as stop giving them what they think they need. It would seem the unseelie are addicted to the goo that comes from the machine, the "delicious". Honestly, good for Spellguard, I'm not too glad they pissed off the unseelie, but I'm glad that crap won't be spewing into the water any more, that sort of thing can't be healthy for any one or any thing. Just look at how nasty the unseelie are (chances are they already were but maybe this made them worse).

So, on a realated note I've come to think of two words that describe Spellguard: Martial Lore. Knowledge is power, Spellguard knows this, and they gain more power every day. This scares me a little, I don't like the idea of some orginization taking complete controll of the city, heck even if it was say a group of paladins I still wouldn't like it. Supposedly they started out with just their tower as Spellguard controlled territory, then the last mayor Bhast died and his property was seized by Spellguard. And some where along the lines they took controll of the ruins east of town hall. Not sure if this is true, I should look into it some time.

But that's a catchy title, martial lore. Fit's them well.

Page 14: Well, it seems Edgar has forgiven me for what has happened earlier. I feal closer to the Firehearts, but some thing still seems wrong, maybe I'm just being paranoid. I should be more trusting of them, I mean I could have died quiet a few times with out the Firehearts. But, I'm not sure I could trust them with more personal problems . . . maybe I can. Hells, I'm not sure I could tell my father about what happened to me, would he give me a look of shame? Maybe it's not that I don't trust the house but I don't trust myself enough to bare any form of rejection.

I still have nightmares about it, rarely but they happen.

I also get . . . far better dreams though. Good ones almost. Some I am visited by a woman, can't describe her but she seems frantic that she tell me something, something I can never remember when I wake up. Other times I dream I am in a bed, and I know this isn't me waking up in the middle of the night because it's light outside! Sunlight in fact. I should maybe ask some one about these dreams, but who?

Page 15: Kyle is gone. It still hurts to hear that, read it, or even write like I am now. I still don't know the details of what is going on, and as far as I know no body has asked Kyle for his side of the story. All I know is Clara thinks Kyle is cheating on her, or has been, and that some women came forward to say he follows women around. On top of all of this Clara starts falling in love with me! Of all times and of all people, me! I love Clara like a sister, but not like that. She talked of me running away with her. I still feal dirty for this whole thing. And I can't shake the fealing that if she didn't fall for me she would have been forgiving of Kyle. I was never good with love, and especially after what happened to me before. Such things should not be written in books though.

Page: 16 People can be -huge- idiots some times, myself included. What's worse then stupidity? Ignoring it! I always think of myself as the kind of person who doesn't do, well, stupid things. Ever since I came to the underdark I keep thinking my faults are other people's mistakes, which -alot- of it is. Slavery for example. But I really should keep in mind that not everything in bad in the universe happening to me is not other people's fault. I really am to blame at times, far more often then I would think too, I imagine. But, what I did a few darks ago really was a huge mistake, I mean the king of all stupid acts. Probably shouldn't write this down, so I'm going to change topic slightly. I find that maybe I'm not doing all I can for my faith, perhaps that is why my spellcraft is lacking? My goddess -is- Mystra and so the understanding and use (or lack of use) is a big part of her teachings, but that's not all there is to it. Why did I chose to become an acolyte? I could have become a wizard, I was told I would have made a wonderful wizard. But I chose the gods. Why? The posotive energy, that is healing spells? No, there is far more to it then that. I guess it really was the love of magic and the lady that called to me. I should pray more often then, or perhaps give my prayers more meaning. I work like a wizard all the time, studying magic and doing my best to avoid it being miss used, but how many mages have I converted? I try to influence them in the best way possible, but I don't offer them my faith. Maybe that is what I need to do. I need to work more on what makes divine spellcraft divine. I should think on it. But no matter my choice I should still try to help people.

[tear drops hit random spots in the book and the hand writing is just a little bit less tidy then usual]

Page 17: Kyle is not dead, I've known that for a while but I guess now's a good time as any to write that down. But Clara is gone, Edgar has disapeared from the face of the earth, Angelica was killed by Montezzi, Breena was killed by Montezzi's guards. Just about every one I know and/or love is dying or gone. Why must all my families fall apart?

I wrote to the Mithrilsouls and asked them about Breena. I wonder is using the title dwarf friend was a wise choice, even if Breena was the one who gave it to me in the first place. I will miss her, I'm not sure if I can take the loss. But she would want me to keep going, so would my family back on the surface, so would just about every one else. And I still need to see that Shelter completed.

I hate Montezzi so much, he and his minions are responsible for Agelica's and Breena's death and they killed Edgar, but Angelica got him back to life. But, I think it would be best to lay low and not draw attention. Some one needs to complete the shelter.

I really need help now . . .

Page 18: Senestia has, as always, been a huge help to me in my time of need. I told her about my mistakes, and my past shames. I'm sure that was the right thing to do.

But I also revealed something to her. And I cannot write it down, but what I can write down is that know all my magical lore and skill will be called upon. I will also pray to Mystra, hope she guides me in the right the dirrection though.

[a smear of ink and possibly blood covers something written here]

[this has one finger print on it made from ash] Page 19: In the middle of my studies I stoped and made a small fire north of town.

It was simple and made of letters, letters of my time in House Fireheart. I broke one of the magic silver rings in half and put it with the flames, one half for Clara, the other for Edgar. There is a second, at first the two rings were meant for Clara and Kyle. After, complications, they were then meant for Edgar and Angelica. Are they cursed rings? I made them . . . I hope they are not cursed.

The second ring will go to Senestia next time I see her. After all she helped me out in making the second, and she was there for me. Besides she of all people would know how to best handle such beauty. I feal a sting inside me for destroying a part of my magic, part of me, part of my lady. But this way the magic can return to the weave from which it came, it is the best choice at this time.

The second ring I imagine will light some one's way. I know Senestia can put it to the best use possible.

I need to return to my study. My lady guide me spells, please.

Page 20: My studies have made no real results, I know Senestia wants me to stop my work with this topic. But I cannot just give up on my studies. Though now I am far more careful, I avoid it dirrectly but study subjects that may lead me to clues as to which dirrection my work can lead. Not to mention I am taking breaks far more often then before.

But no matter what I -must- make a breakthough, soon.

Page 21: Well my breakthroughs have been more...spiritual then magical in nature. And I am not speaking of divine magic. I have been a little short sighted. I have yet to find any thing in my research that I do not already know of, magical knowledge that is. But I often find myself thinking back to the Silver Marches, home.

The town of Bluecreek. Dad and mom, my brothers and sisters. My friends and teachers. I miss them all so much. But I mostly thought back to the many visits to Silverymoon. Yes, the buildings made from trees but not lumber. The many people from all over. But then as I was looking back I remember we did not detroy the natural world to make ours, we worked with it.

If this can work on the surface why then can it not work here in the underdark? Maybe some cooperation would be most badly needed now of all times. I should try looking into it some time.

P.S. I need to congradulate Senestia on her victory.

Page 22: I spoke with the woman known as Oona today. She seemed nice. She also shared the goal of a city in balance with nature, I spoke with her a little bit about this. She gave me a book about farming in the underdark. As I had thought underdark farming is very different from surface farming. The basic ideas and skills are still there though. I wish now that I had learned more on the mainting of farmland and not just the labour, most of my work was that exactly, work. But I still remember a lot about it none the less.

If things go right then not only will Sanctuary be more in touch with nature it will be capable of feeding itself and making its own trading goods, out side of zurkwood. There is a lot of room for improvement but that is good as that means there is a lot of room to grow in.

Also on a side note I have been thinking of making a personal symbole. I was thinking some thing like this.

Page 23: Senestia is dead. I cannot help but weap at the thought of this. She was a good person and now she is gone. I also never got to see her after she won the election. And when I take a look around I realize there is nobody else I know well enough.

On top of that the drow attacked our city again and stole some or our people. Most were watchmen as far as I can tell. We tracked them down and came across their camp. They killed one of the watchmen then we charged them shortly there after. Gods, it was horrid. The drow wizard killed just about -everyone- in the group with one spell. I cannot think about it for too long. I stayed hidden through out the battle and ran, ran as fast as I could and finally made it back to Sanctuary. The name really does fit the city well. And as I have heard the group did make it back alive, barely. But I do not think any of our people were returned from slavery.

But, I am not giving up. I never will. I met a girl around my age who is a sorcerer. She is very nice and knows how to make me smile. Though she tells me her magic is uncontrolled at times, this I must work with her on. I will see if I can talk to her about this soon.

And there is also Wyric, still alive. He spoke to me for a while and offered me to join House Archibald. I must say he is very persuasive about his proposition, I can see why he was councilor for so long. He told me that Archibald could teach me a few things about magic, this has sparked my interrest. Infact it is the whole reason why I am considering joining at this time. And while I do not like the idea of working for some one just because their parrents were richer then mine Archibald is a good man and his house does good things in the city when they can.

I will think about it and wait till I see Wyric again.

Page 24: The offer from house Archibald gets more and more tempting by the day. But there are still one or two questions that need to be answered and one or two issues brought up and solved. I'll wait untill Wyric tells me the news of how Mr. Archibald feals about me. And on top of this long wait it seems most of my new friends are joining the house as well, how odd that as I walked in on the estate two of them were becoming squires.

Maybe the house is for me. Wyric was right that the house would be like a family to me, Mystra knows I need one. But I should not dwell on it too long untill I hear back from Wyric. I should maybe give some more thought to other matters at hand.

I've been trying to learn a few things about the druids of the Shifting Cavern and the greycloaks of New Dunwarren. I've been asking them how they feal about the other and from what I can tell the druids are neutral towards the greycloaks, I could be wrong though. And the greycloaks are optimistic, again I could be wrong. I really hope they can get together and assist each other as best they can. Maybe get others in there, house Archibald? Gods know they do work to do good in this world. And if such an alliance were to be formed, what would it's name be? Most give it more thought.

Page 25: Montezzi is dead. His guards seem to have broken away from the house. I'm glad such an evil man is dead. But part of me if fearful of the aftermath of his death. While his house was evil they did in fact keep order. So now what? Lower is once again in chaos, this makes me fearful for the lives of those who live in lower. The canal is now under the controll of the Shadow Death Dragon, so I've heard. Makes me wonder who will be paying all those merchants in the canal to stay there. I don't know.

I've yet to hear from Oona, I wish to see her some time as this book I have might be of use to her cause, sort of. I don't know for sure if this book's information is based on fact or not. I will have to find out.

Page 26: I did it. I joined House Archibald. I am not sure how to feel about this entirely. Part of me is happy to be a part of a family again, another part of me is happy to be under the, as far as I can tell, most talented and powerful wizard in town. But I don't know, maybe I'm not use to the idea of fudalsim, or lords and ladys and the whole deal. I was born free, a middle class family that owned their own farm, made their own money, did their own work. I just don't know how to truely feel about this.

Also I notice that every one seems to be grabbing at lower as fast as they can. One of the late Montezzi's men has been titled lord of the canal or something by the kobold shadow tribe's leader, thier shadow dragon. And the goblins have taken lower for their own. Wonder how those two will work out.

Page 27: I wonder why I waited, maybe a week I think, to write this down. But a week ago I laughed, laughed a good healthy laugh. It really had been a year since I had laughed. Ever since I was enslaved I couldn't laugh. I couldn't smile. I couldn't even smirk for the longest time. All I could do was cry, no one was there to answer my tears. No mother to come rushing to me like when I had bad dreams when I was so much younger. No brother or sister to make me laugh by making a stupid face. No father to pat me on the back. And no mentor to tell me to get up and help him move some heavy objects, "becuase work makes one feel better". There was just silence, darkness and silence. And when the silence was broken, it wasn't a kind answer to my tears it was the slavers coming to break my spirit even more, to beat me or force me to work harder, or worse. Why did the other slaves ignore me? What did I ever do to them?

I can't look at other men with out getting nervous. I can hardly look at other humans in general. Not after the slavers. What's wrong with me? Is this all really my fault? When I write down that I cannot look at other humans that includes myself. I can barely look at myself in the mirror for very long, I have to look through me if I need to see my reflection for long periods of time. Through me, not at me. I need help but I'm too much of a coward to ask any one, and I'm to scared they would say no. I'm scared they'ed do more then say no. I just hope if I ever get brave enough to ask I'm wrong about other people, or that I'm wrong about myself.

Page 28: Miss Ravenlock helped me out. Of all people I didn't think she would be the first one to help me with my more current troubles. I hope that she is trueful about wanting to help. I guess I have to wait, and maybe give her some trust. I just hope I'm only being paranoid and not correct about any misstrusts I gave her. She seemed pained when I mentioned that Montezzi killed most every one I knew. I know it hurt me too, I don't think I'll bring that up again unless she wants to talk about it.

For now I will have to keep up my studies as always to keep my skills in check.

Page 29: While I may have joined House Archibald not too long ago, today I am no longer a squire. It is nice to be a full member. I saw Mister Archibald today, well his magical projection. I saw it once before as well. He spoke a few words then his image disapeared.

I'm not sure what else to write about it. Or anything for that matter. I guess I'll just have to wait and write something else some other day.

Page 30: I think I must have cried about 5 times in the last hour. I have no idea what's wrong with me.

No, that's a lie. I know exactly what's wrong with me. It was a dream again, only this time it wasn't like the others. The others are nightmares, this was a good dream you could say. But I know that good dreams are a thousand times worse then nightmares. All dreams must end and so too do the good ones. I woke up in the night realizing that all my hopes had been dashed, I hadn't made it to the surface to see my brothers and sisters and father and mother again.

Why must my dreams taunt me? First I have nightmares of being completely alone. Then I relive the worst night of my life and now, this. Something good, so good I cried when it was over because it wasn't real. Why did I have to end up here? Why in all the gods' names did I have to come here? I just want to go home, more then any thing in the world. Why can't I?

I feel like crying again, this feeling is so depressing and sickening I don't think I can get out of my bed when crying, it just drains my energy. Somebody help me, please. [tear drops dot this page at the last word]

Page 31: Elizabeth died. In a sence she was the only one who made me feel like a human being again. I always thought that I wasn't worthy of certain things. That I was disgusting and no one would touch me. But she would give me warm hugs, she reminded me much of my sister. I will miss her, but I need to not let depression take a hold of me again. I have to take care of myself, everyone who offers help dies or disappears, most any way. I still have the house.

But, I see a light of hope. I finnaly met another Mystrian. A paladin of Mystra too. He wants to create a temple to Mystra, says he needs my help. I'm glad I can be of help, it makes me feel better. And best of all I can work with others of the lady to aid in her teachings.

Page 32: Yet again I fear for my survival. This time the threat is while I sit and do nothing. This rebelion is ripping the city into shreads. Every one is too afraid to support what they feel is right weather it be in favour of the rebelion or in favour of authority.

I was always raised to respect authority, but these rulers. These rulers are not like the authority I have come to know. They use fear to gain respect, and I know little of the situation as it is. I am fearful of who is right, though I doubt any one side if perfect.

Still, I think perhaps I should stay out of people's way and tend to the innocent who were wounded in this horrid war, if at all possible.

All I really want is to go home. Where I was safe, where my brothers and sisters are. I wish they were here, or I was with them. They'ed protect me. That's all I want in this world.

Page 33: How could it be? Lord Archibald has really been an Illithid this whole time? The real Archibald gave himself up long ago to said Illithid, long before I joined the house or came to this city. And now I cannot return to the House, will not. It was empty when I last saw it, just before the mind-flayer revealed itself.

I was hoping this house would be my new family, but they have all but nearly forgotten about me. I have not seen any of them for a month and now this. I can't stay in the house. I've run away from it, I can't handle this now, I'm some where slightly safer for the time being. Did the house ever really care about me? Or was I just another soldier for them? I don't know and I think I may not want to know.

Edgar came back, it was a short visit for me, I saw so little of him.

I can't keep writing this, it makes me want to vomit and cry at the same time.

Page 34: I meet another Mystrian. This one I had received a letter from earlier, but we hadn't ever meet up until now. Apprantly he was another wizard the spellguard scared away. But We've gotten together now and that's good. He had the idea for a school of magic with in the city, which I like, and he wanted me to get involved. I recomended to him that we find other followers, then when we have a good sized force we gather some money for the school. After that we hang posters to draw more followers and we go to the mayor for obtaining one of the many abbandond buildings, I was thinking the old Spellguard Associate Headquarters, the former Society Chapterhouse, and location for where the Shelter would have been (all the same building).

This fellow Mystrian I noticed was a little, generous, with his use of magic. I reminded him that we have a responsibility to not use magic so freely. Not to waste our most valuable gift. He really listened to me, it was nice to be taken seriously again. I also gave him a quick lesson on proper magic control. That was also nice. It feels good to have nice things happen again, I just only hope a twisted fate doesn't turn my high hopes against me.

Page 35: The city has fallen, the appitite has awoke, the chosen flood our streets, Illithid controll the gates of Sanctuary. The appitite, god of the chosen, is a masive beholder-lich, who if I've heard right, created the chosen in the first place, I could be wrong. It crushed our city, so many dead. I ran as fast as I could, left The Last Stand behind, the Firehearts, Archibald Estate, the Shifting Caverns, the townhall, New Dunwarren, any thing that ever meant anything to me.

I hid from them, the horror, hearing screams of people I could not save, hearing the howls of joy from the accursed chosen, the gods forgive us all. I came apong an old temple the chosen left alone for some reason. It had many refugees in it who were well armed and toke care of themselves, then some seekers came. They came to bring us to their new camp. I went with them. Not too far into the old ruins one of us got left behind...I tried to go back and get him out, but the door that had locked on him was too tough. I ran back to get some help and only one man came back, Donrick. We got the man out and tried following the seekers but they left us behind.

They left me, just like the last time I had a shot at freedom, those who I thought I could trust left me to die. Why does this happen to me?

Page 36: But, we made it to the Seeker camp. I fealt safe for a moment once more, it was nice to feel safe again. Now many adventurers clear the "Way" to the surface. This "Way", always spelled with a capital "W" is heavily guarded by creatures that will attack any none drow on sight. Many have died already, and more go to fight these guardians. But there have been some rays of hope, a priest with enough power came to our camp and he can raise the dead thankfully.

But, the Seekers, of all people, have given up hope they only want to return to the surface. I guess I can understand the feeling, wanting to go home so badly. But, we should build a perminant outpost of the surface so future escaped slaves can seek freedom aswell, return home if possible. But, the seekers, like me, are too scared to stay here, they only just want to go home and get away from these horrid creatures out of our nightmares. Mystra please help us. Mystra please help me, I only want to go home. I only want to go home. [tears dot the bottom of this page]