A Earthen Brown Leather Tome with Dwarven Runes and an Open-Palm Hand

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Tammuz 15th, IY 7789

I did some boardwork. I did it to keep my mind from my task, my duties. To Formoria I went with others. Jamileh, Rynn, Aurelio, Kastante, and a new face, Keiji. It was a good distraction from the pain. We laughed, we joked, and I hope that I was able to make new friends. New allies, at least in part.

Formoria, I had wished to study all my time, yet I had none to spare. Quickly we moved, slicing through the tombs to fight the undead. I could only think of those I lost, my thoughts always on them. Then it drifted to curses, to dark magic too. A name was told to me when I tried to describe the one who bestowed knowledge to Shum. 

Uru, the Chronicler.

Who are they? Would they speak again? To me? Would they teach me too? Am I worthy?

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More comfort. In the form of old but treasured friends, before I was much of anything. A student, freshly arrived. Theo, our Warrior. Reina, our Archmage. Nessia, our Sneakthief. Myself, our Priest. Together, we four adventurers would go and explore the lands and places. How I miss those simple times.

Reina spoke to me, shared words with me. Words I will carry with me. Etched upon my heart and in this diary of mine.

"You always tend to see the light of it all. It's something I look up to you for. Despite it all, you still live, you still continue. You don't give up where many would have. Your spirit is strong, Korin, it's admirable. Look to your friends, for they are there for you, and you have many. You are not alone." - Reina Fowler.

Her words came at a wonderful time. When I thought I was lost. Yet again, though, healing found me.

Then Nessia led a dig, one dedicated to my slain Brother; Tharrik. It was beautiful and I wept at her kind words uttered about him. Always curious was he, never missing a single dig. Always seeking evidence, always putting in the time, always wanting to learn. That was him. I won't forget how he would just know when a scroll was abnormal. Or how he knew to number them, or even that spells had numbers. He really was 'a dwarf that travelled with kindness and curiosity in his heart'.

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I have since finished chiselling my kin's death to stone. Their names etched in the rock. Now I am to take them to the South, to this impromptu place where the Dwarves are remembered. Why did the Flamebringer choose that place? Was it the Sootbeards' death that brought it about? Now it has grown into something else, a site of the dwarven dead who've given themselves to the Well.

I finished at the right time, as soon as another prospect of the Rathgan emerged. A wise, gruff, and strong man. Gromnir arrived on the caravan today. Seeking the Rathgan. We spoke, sharing tales, origins, and formations of who we are as a group. I gave him the speech I said yesterday, and the offer. That in time, should he remain in the Well, he may find his home here.

We will see. I will be watching them both now with eager eyes.

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Then, a call to the Tower. I am overjoyed with how much trust the Tower has in me, as I in them. I remember the early days. When Greydon would look at me with curiosity and suspicion. Black Tassel. That is what I was, still am, a scholar of the Esoteric, the strange, the unknown. How far I've come from those days of past. How far we all have come. Those that survived.

It is all Hashem. He has entrusted me to aid him, and I will not let him down. He saved me, he protected me. Giving me materials to survive the 'Fireball Palace'. Now I will save him. I will help him should he need it. My dearest companion.

For knowledge is to be gained when we work together, but now my stomach is full of warm tea, and I am eager to rest.

Wisdom, light my way.