It has been very trying these last
months. Since destroying the crown, I have found myself feeling
weaker and lest tolerant of daily trials. My compatriots are
doing their best to help me find a cure or solution to my premature
ageing but as time passes I find I care less and less about whether or
not I survive. My faith is not sustaining me through my trials as
well as I had hoped, but perhaps all of this is part of Brigit's plan
for me.
This past while spent on the Isle of Cristeen has served to weaken me
further and increase Dar's worry. My new found brother, although
strange to many and annoying in his ability to gain mother's approval
so easily, has proven to be more loyal and caring than I could ever
have believed; though since Roderic decided to cure him of his
virginity our relationship is a bit odd as he seems to desire to mount
every female in his presence and he has become very territorial of Thia
and I.
In order to find our way to the Isle of the Sleepers we spent a good
week canvassing anyone we could find. Finally, we were able to
track down a yuan-ti, known for their intelligence and evil leanings,
that had the co-ordinates we searched for. Of course, nothing in
this life is free and we had to barter the recovery of a sacred statue
from a behir in exchange for them; no easy task but made even more
difficult by our new companion, who appears to have paladin leanings.
Once we gained the location of the Isle we had to then find a captain
willing to take us on our journey…had we not needed to travel through
the Pirate Iles to expedite our journey, this would have been a
relatively simple task. Of the three possible candidates only
one, Kelvin of the Sea Wench, would serve our purposes for a price that
would not bankrupt us. Though had the party not gotten involved in a
bar brawl, and Roderic not gotten carried away using magic during said
brawl, incurring the disfavour of "Barnacle Bill", our price would have
been lower but we may also have not met up with Kelvin at
all.
But I grow weary, even the simple act of recounting our past weeks
efforts wears upon me and I must rest. We will depart soon and
Brigit willing I will arrive safely on the other side of this ordeal.