So as far as the cryptic writing that has been going on sporadically goes, there has been some new unspeakable evil unleashed upon this land.

Dear Journal, I have been reading, with great interest, the past few entries. This is my problem: I cannot remember ever making a single one of them. I awoke on this hill deep in the moutains by the Crescent Lake by Illdra, who has sleeping peacefully nearby. I cannot fathom what this means. All that I can remember from my dream is an orange haze and a hideous face materializing out of it. That seems to be the sum of my dreams. But opening my journal and finding so many entries, filled with tales of horror and dread... and something else that I can't quite put my finger on... but it chills my soul to the core. There seems to be some kind of thread running through the entries... but I am at a loss as to what it is. All I can think of is the last words that Sylphra spoke to me many nights ago in Rune Mere: "...I can't help shake the feeling that you are somehow flawed, that you cannot be the hero. There is no way for you to really truely adhere to the light."

That is the tone I feel from these entries. As for whether or not all of the horrible events recorded here actually just took place, I have yet to verify. But it would seem a definite certainty. The thing I can't understand is how I came to be back here, and everything seems so peaceful. No, there must be something I'm missing... there cannot be Fell Wraiths swarming the lands.



I have just seen something in the dirt. It is certainly a medallion of the Berthwell Legion. And it is not the same as the one I retrieved from Thyldas's dying body back on the outskirts of Dumarken. All it can mean is that the Berthwell Legion has been here, at least at some point... though I don't know how the Hinvannas would have stood for that, nor how the Legion would have even located the Crescent Lake. But these are questions I must seek out answers for now... and cease this wondering.

-Hollas Dillan