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	province. There aren't many like her now. Many of these ~~coun-~~		province. There aren't many like her now. Many of these councilors who sit before me talk about traditions and issues that
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==The Last Days of [[Hraige]]==
'''Presented by Paladin Guild Chronicler [[Oane]] Hannitraulm'''

'''Entry 1 Day 1:'''
The empaths have told me that my condition isn't curable, that it
isn't something that can be healed. I had heard that the men in
my family are the ones who are typically afflicted. In a few
more months, my memory will be reduced to almost nothing.

I have decided to take this as a sign to tell my tale of who I
was and who I became...all because of him.

There are those who remember [[Syal]] in the manner in which he was
taken from us. There are many tales and rumors about what
happened. And then there are those who remember how he came
into our lives; how he impacted and changed how we perceived the
world. I clearly remember our early days together, before the
"bonding."

As the youngest son of a local noble, Syal had little choice in
his career path. The duties of monkhood were what his family had
chosen for him. I knew then that he was destined for more than
that. Yet, I couldn't help but feel that the gods in some way
had already blessed him. There was just that way about him.

'''Entry 2 Day 2:'''
In my younger years, I was drafted to be a soldier, but a leg
wound resulted in my discharge. While I only had a slight limp,
I still had the natural strength of my race so I became the
village smith. Syal would come to listen to my old war stories,
slightly embellished. In exchange, he would help work the
bellows, easing my daily rigors of farm tool forging. He was
always careful that his father never caught him doing physical
labor. But there was a sense of purity in this young lad,
something that made him want to experience all aspects of life.

'''Entry 3 Day 6:'''
My daughter has told me that she thinks that keeping this journal
will only hurt me when I finally lose my mind. I know she means
well, but for the greater good of the guild, Syal's story must
live on. The others have all gone now. If anyone else left a
journal of the "bonding," then the council has not revealed it.
But who knows what [[Kraphae]] destroyed.

'''Entry 4 Day 7:'''
The pursuit of pleasing the gods is how I always thought of
monkhood. Syal did not. He was sure that through respect and
worship, we could come to understand the nature of the Immortals.

This way of thinking came naturally to him based on his
upbringing and demeanor. However, he was not destined for books.
He finally realized this in his fifteenth summer, one season from
when he was supposed to take his clerical vows.

I have forgotten again that my daughter and her family are coming
over for dinner. I will have to complete this part of the story
later. I will attempt to finish before I go to bed tonight.

'''Entry 5 Day 13:'''
My ink has been missing for days now. I am now using red wine to
jot my thoughts down. It seems that there are more and more
items missing from my cottage. I've even found some of my books
and parchments outside in the garden. My daughter claims that
she has no idea why the items are outside, but it is apparent
that she does not want me to finish my story. I will find some
ink so that I may properly continue.

'''Entry 6 Day 18:'''
I don't think the [[Theren|Baron]] truly trusted Syal at first. Syal was
claiming to have visions that even I thought were rather strange.
I would never have told Syal that. I loved him like a son and to
tell Syal that his visions were craziness was like telling your
own child that their dreams were unobtainable fantasies.

No one knew where his visions came from. Some believed the
visions to be a malady; others thought the gods were using him.
He didn't know how to interpret these visions until he met
[[Csilla]]. By the gods, what an extraordinary woman! I don't even
know if Syal ever told Csilla about his feelings for her. But
then, I don't know if Csilla told him hers either. How Csilla
reminded me of my wife, only taller. Csilla was Elven and my
wife was Dwarven. But they both were very determined women. How
I miss my old friends.

'''Entry 7 Day 25:'''
As I reread through my journal, I am more determined to get
whatever last remnants of my memories of Syal onto paper. I
barely remember how the "bonding" even happened now. I've asked
my daughter to refresh my memory but she tells me that she is
tired of telling me the same stories day in and day out.

We were truly a sight to behold that day we rode up to the
Baron's court to offer our services to him. He didn't believe
Syal at first. He thought Syal was a madman and that we were
fanatics merely following a charismatic man. Syal truly had a
presence when he wasn't wildly conveying his visions. Some of
Syal's visions were terrifying even to me.

'''Entry 8 Day 26:'''
I woke up this morning from a nightmare. I think that I was
somehow remembering some of Syal's visions. I had dreamt that
Syal was battling hordes of undead all alone. He was calling out
to us, but none heeded his calls. I sometimes wonder where
Syal's spirit is. Is he out there still, fighting more battles
unseen to the living? Or did Rutilor embrace him and place him
among the stars for us?

As I go about my day today, I will ponder on my own musings and
try to reflect on that fateful day that Syal sacrificed his life
for us.

'''Entry 9 Day 30:'''
I think I've become depressed. I struggle each day to remember
what I did the day prior. It eats at my pride when I talk to
others around me and pretend that my memory is still intact. I
nod and go about my business. I know they think something is
wrong because I was one to talk before. Syal used to tell me
that if I didn't stop talking at inappropriate times, he should
shovel manure into my mouth. So I would threaten to whip that
Human for talking to a Dwarf in such a manner!

We had many good times; some of our best times were picking each
other up from a battleground and critiquing fighting styles. He
was fortunate that his father did not disown him after he rejected
the clergy. While he continued to study and come closer to the
gods, he dedicated much of his time to studying armor types and
properties of those types. He diligently studied metallurgy and
how well a set of armor would fit one's body so that you can maneuver in it to its full effectiveness. Many a coin we spent,
pounding out his perfect armor...and mine.

I donated my armor to the new council many years ago. It was so
beat up and unpolished when they came to collect it, but they
wanted to display it that way. I know they mean well to uphold
traditions and they try to remember Syal and all of the others
involved in the original "bonding." But this new council is
honoring only the legends, not the people behind them.

'''Entry 10 Day 31:'''
My mind has been very clear today. I will attempt to write down
as much detail from the "bonding" battle as I can.

I remember it was snowing, lots of snow. We were very cold in
our plate armor. Csilla was always the smart one. She had lined
her armor with fur when the first snow fell. I regretted making
fun of her as I shivered in my woolen cloak. She was a striking
Elf, never lost her composure and always made sure her armor and
shield were polished to a mirror shine.

Syal was leading us this time. Sometimes the seven of us would
shift leadership, but if anyone felt a moment of faltering, Syal
immediately took over. If Syal ever felt fear, he never showed
it in all the years I knew him. Even in the worst situation,
Syal encouraged us to keep going and that told us we always had
more to give. All he ever saw was the light at the end of our
goal. And this day, our goal would change us forever.

For several years, Baron [[Falstad]] and his army had been fighting
against the [[Dragon Priests]]. Syal had been having sporadic
visions about these men and the creatures of evil that they
called upon to dominate the land. Syal was sure that these
evil beings would eventually reach [[Therengia]]. The Baron didn't
believe Syal, but he had no reason to stop him from fighting in
his name either. Early on, the Baron provided minimal funding
for us to infiltrate this zealous group.

At least the funding gave us rations, but the coffee that Syal
used to brew was terrible. If there's anything I should have
taught him better on was his taste in coffee. One would think
that a well-born such as he would have an appreciation for good
coffee. One of the best coffees I've ever had was served at the
festival that the Baron held for us. I always had to ask the
cooks to give me a small sack of it. I think I'll go see if I
have any leftovers from my last trip to the Baron's Court.

'''Entry 11 Day 35:'''
The council has asked me again to sit in on their upcoming
meeting. Although I have no power in this council, they seem to
act like I have some greater knowledge given to me by the gods.
I must prepare for the trip, as it is a day's ride from here. My
daughter has hired someone to watch over me because she cannot
leave her family.

'''Entry 12 Day 37:'''
I still do not understand why I go to these council meetings. I
do not even know the councilors' names anymore. These are not
even the councilors who succeeded us. Would they think me odd
that I am writing in this journal as they convene? Sitting here
now takes me down memory lane to our first council days. Before
the "bonding," we original seven had ideas on honor, courage, and
justice. We did not preach these virtues, we taught them to
others by serving as examples.

People sometimes ask me about the original Paladin Council.
Before the "bonding," that's not what we were, but I guess in
some ways, Syal created the prototype council. We didn't have a
guildhall or a formal place to gather. We used to sit around a
campfire, discuss issues, and come up with ways on how to make
the world a little bit better for others.

It wasn't until after the "bonding" that the Baron humbly
recognized us and graciously built our first council chambers so
that we may continue with the teachings of Syal. Syal never did
formally sit in the first guildhall's council chambers. He never
even saw the first guildhall built. But we carried on as if he
was still with us.

It would be years before we agreed to allow another to join us.
It would be many years before we realized the effect that we had
on the people or the impact Syal had on select individuals who
felt the calling. One was a kinswoman to me, a Dwarven lass by
the name of [[Emille]]. We had already heard tales of her as a
leader from the mountain regions. She had led an uprising that
led to a revolt about something I do not remember now. She
eventually left the council to build a guildhall in her hometown
province. There aren't many like her now. Many of these coun-
cilors who sit before me talk about traditions and issues that
make no sense to me. I was never one for politics. I don't
know what Syal would think of this current council. Maybe I
would have thought differently if I were a bit younger.

'''Entry 13 Day 40:'''
I've returned home now. I barely remember the trip. I do
remember one of the councilors being upset with me for something,
but I do not recall what about.

I am beginning to think that my daughter is right and that
writing in this journal will only upset me. As I reread through
these pages, I am starting to understand why she said it. Some
entries will trigger a memory of the old days. Other information
I wrote does not even sound like something that happened to me.
Sometimes I look around my home for memorabilia that will support
my stories. I still have my old horned helm but as I wrote
earlier, my armor is no longer in my possession. I do not recall
what it looked like even though I saw it not three days ago in
the council chambers. I wonder what would happen if I tried to
forge again. I suspect my daughter would have me bedridden.

'''Entry 14 Day 42:'''
A young lad appeared at my door today. He said he wanted me to
tell him more stories about Syal. I told him that I didn't know
who he was talking about. He had to tell ME who Syal the
Vigilant was. I almost cried. The last time I remember really
crying was when we lost Syal. But then, maybe I cried yesterday
and I don't remember. My journal is my source of comfort now.
Here is where I find truth.

'''Entry 15 Day 60:'''
I have found this journal on my bedside table next to a horned
helm that I think was mine. I asked my daughter where the
journal came from. She looked at me funny and insisted that it
was mine. I am writing in these pages now to compare the
handwriting. It does look similar. My daughter has also
informed me that she will no longer supply me with ink to fill
these pages. I am not sure what I would fill the pages with
anymore. I read about this man, Syal, and I think I must have
known him but I do not remember him. My daughter has reassured
me that the writing in these pages is based on my life and is
factual. I am glad for that.

I don't know who might benefit from this journal but I have
resigned myself to the fact that this is the last entry that
will be made.

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