Wayfarers of Veeshan

*April 5*
In the deep crevices of Luclin I have wandered, seeking for answers to my many questions. Creeping along amongst the bandits, who intolerantly notice my every shift, in a place named Paludal Caverns where many of friends directed my search for advancement. I have found a few clarifications dropped hither and thither by the derelict vagrants dwelling here deep inside Luclin. These give me various clues to some of my answers; filling the emptiness in my spell book. After weeks, much past the walls closing in and a feel of nauseous I could not shake, I even build more of a name for myself. Longing to see the shine of the sun once more on Norrath, or to just simply compose a simple meal again...

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I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it! ~Rene Decartes
Anything is possible; there is an exception to every rule.
I am the light, what you seek is fire. ~Unknown

*June 21*
I had to leave Paludal, couldn't bear the stench any more. I wondered around a bit, going to many different places. One places was full of dead frogs, and they needed to die, again, but as I said I was tired of caves, especially stinky ones. After a months of searching I have finally found a place that I think will do, City of Mist. It's open to the sky and full of adventures!

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I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it! ~Rene Decartes
Anything is possible; there is an exception to every rule.
I am the light, what you seek is fire. ~Unknown