The journey continues.

Now that I again feel my true existence, that I see clearly, the absence of the guidance of Torm is even more distressing. I remain steadfast in my belief that, with the blessing of the True god and the assistance of my steadfast companions, it will not be long before I again feel the steady steel gauntlet of Torm steering my course.

Speaking of companions, it would seem two have joined our number. One is called Seamus, a rogue by trade, one who specializes in the shadows. While I no longer possess the ability to sense evil on sight, my instincts tell me to keep an eye on this one. He has, thus far, proven an able companion, but I have met few rogues who could resist the temptations of wicked ways. This one especially concerns me; he consorts with a shadow. While he assures us it is completely under his control and shares his beliefs and ethics, it is an undead being. I know Aranel, an elven druid with whom I now travel, can barely stand its presence, and I share her feelings. Given my current status as a simple warrior, I feel I can offer latitude in the situation, but should I be granted atonement, things may be very different indeed.

Our other new attendant is one of the wild who calls himself Dave…or perhaps herself. The creature is certainly humanoid, but I am unable to determine its race. It speaks the common tongue, but holds to no civilized conventions, to be sure – I doubt the creature has seen a bath in months, if not years. I cannot, however, fault Dave on his (or her) valor and ability in battle. He (or perhaps she) is quite formidable.

We returned to Baldur’s Gate, a city I have visited many a time. The priests of Torm were gracious enough to permit me to reside there, and the group spent much of the first and second days gathering information with regards to powerful undead creatures in the area. Our search proved not entirely fruitless: members of the Cult of the Dragon have been found in both Gate and Nyshgul(sp?) (Nashville!!!).

The group had resolved a trip to Nyshgul was in order, but the lure of a challenge and reward were too great for the majority of our group. Thus, we currently find ourselves at the gate of an odd-looking keep, awaiting whatever this challenge may be. The gate is closed, and I am able to see a letter posted. Ever forward.

Current Mood: determined

Returning from the arms of Kelemvor is disturbing, to be certain. I had always dreamed I would spend eternity by Torm's side, continuing my fight for the Loyal Fury beyond this mortal existence. Now it would seem I have much to do before I can even dream of such things.

morielmare was kind enough to see to my resurrection. Those first few moments were trying. On one side of the balance I could fully realize the horrors I have wrought. The wanton destruction and death guided by my hand, whereas the other plate held hope for redemption, for atonement, for a chance to come square with my fellow man and with Torm. Another chance to rejoin the legions of the righteous in ther service of the Loyal Fury. How can one choose to wallow in self-hatred and horror when injustice still taints the land?

The priests of the temple have, quite mercifully, bestowed unto me a quest. I must locate and destroy what they could only describe as "a great undead." They were vague, perhaps intentionally so. Perhaps it is part of this journey that I locate and destroy this creature with only my own guidance. Thankfully, I shall not be alone. morielmare and my old friend Gannon travel with a new group now, and though I have had little time to make their aquaintance, they are strong in battle and appear to draw steel in the service of good and honor - one can ask for little more from companions who are not servants of Torm the True.

We travel to Baldur's Gate in pursuit of members of the Cult of the Dragon. Our band has been unaccosted, save a scrape with a group of ogres. While they were no match for our righteous fury, it felt good to swing a sword in the name of right and honor once again. I do not feel Torm's hand on my shoulder, it is true, but the destruction of those who do battle in the name of evil is still incredibly satisfying.

Current Mood: hopeful