Galen Ordesza Alaric
Galen Alaric Ordesza (a.k.a. Pale Puss)
Galen Ordesza is a third generation inhabitant of the Blighted Isles. Born into a family of devout followers of the goddess Erathis, he had little choice in his fate, but always felt as if he did not belong. Eventually, forced onto a different path by his sister and father, Galen made a decision which would twist his life to become unrecognisable.
Landing on his feet however, Galen is now a fully fledged member of the Shadow Slayers. Who fights for those who do not have the means to defend themselves and to uncover the truth about the Shadows and their motivations. Although the meddling ways of his family still haunt him. Continuing to force Galen on to darker paths.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Growing up Galen always had a thin and sickly appearance due to the nature of the land and his pale skin. However, upon entering his twenties the boy was able to bulk up a little and become more of a man. After joining the shadow slayers and with consistent training, Galen is starting to become more muscular in his physique. Growing stronger as the days go by.
Body Features
Galen possess many scars from his past battles and failures. His left arm from the shoulder to his hand, possess linear cuts. As if his arm had been bitten multiple times by the sharpest of teeth. Also on Galen's right back and lower neck there is also a puncture wound with faded black tendrils which never fully healed. He obtained this scarring from a fall which he suffered a long time ago. Recently, on an expedition to a ruined mage tower Galen received a generous claw mark across his left eye from the green dragon. Xardle.
Facial Features
His pale skin and slick black hair sets a nice contrast with his grey eyes seeming a blend between the two. Galen's other facial features are sharp and sleek due to his thin build.
Physical quirks
Stands with the correct posture at all times due to his mother's insistence on proper tutelage from a young age. However, he must always keep his hands busy, whether he holds or plays with something. They must always be active.
Special abilities
Gifted dark abilities from an unknown source. These powers manifest mostly with shadowy qualities, giving Galen and others a sense of uneasiness whenever they have to be used.
Apparel & Accessories
Previously Galen was seen mostly in dark colour clothing and the appropriate holy accessories. A uniform of the clergy of Erathis. Recently, Galen has taken a more relaxed approach to his wardrobe. Now fashioning himself with armour most of the time and the appropriate weapons. However, he still keeps to darker tones and keeps on his holy symbol to mock his sister and to remind him of his past.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Galen Ordesza is a third generation inhabitant of the Blighted Isles. Born into a family of devout followers of the goddess Erathis, he had little choice in his fate. Forced to follow in the footsteps of his father, Alaric. However, Galen found the work of the clergy tedious and a waste of his talents. Preferring instead to be wild and adventure the district of Old Town with his friends and dog, Arlo. Causing mischief wherever and whenever they wanted. The resistance of his father's wishes caused Alaric to shun his son, shifting his focus on to his little prodigy, Eleanora. His decision shaped the young man's reputation and future for the worst. Making Galen an outcast of the temple and his friends.
Eleanora excelled within the clergy, especially under the tutelage of Alaric. Eventually becoming blessed by the goddess for her devotion. Alaric was very proud of her and after the briefest of tastes she began to crave her father's approval more and more, as if it was an addiction. Going to extremes to please him. When she wasn't at the temple, Eleanora's favourite pass time was to torment Galen, who would not hesitate to strike back. Their father largely turned a blind eye to the torment siding with Eleanora, while Juliana, their mother, would always attempt to stop the fighting.
As the the children grew older, Alaric focused on his position within the temple. Trying to increase the amount of power under his control, politically and religiously with Eleanora by his side. Whereas Galen would often spend his time on the walls of the city, watching the cursewood trees blow and the shadows lurch. The guards were fond of the company, one in particular would tell the young boy stories of the creatures. Each one more gruesome than the last.
Years passed like this, never wavering. An older Galen now has a better understanding of the city around him. Often witnessing his father's and sister's deceptive sides at the temple. While also gaining new perspectives from the guards and their views and stories of the struggles of the lower districts. This status quo was shattered with an announcement of pregnancy from Juliana. A surprise to all but a welcome one as the news breathed new life into the family. Forcing Alaric to avert his attention to her and away from his career. Eleanora was not pleased, already despising the unborn child as it drew Alaric's attention elsewhere. The family felt united and at peace for the first time in a long time, except for Eleanora who wished that the child be cursed or dead. She got her wish. 9 months later the baby was born, adorning pale skin and silvered hair, differing greatly from his dark haired family. He was named Dox, Alaric refusing to give the baby boy his family name.
Alaric was mortified at the birth, blaming Juliana for the curse affecting his spawn. Even stating the child could not be his due to the blessing he receives from Erathis. He demanded the child to be dealt with immediately, as to not draw attention to the shame she has brought on to him. Elea saw this as a triumph, a true sign that Erathis was on her side and as a result devoted herself to Erathis more passionately. In the argument, she firmly supported her father’s stance also applying pressure on Juliana to rid of the curse. Juliana was torn, she loved the child but didn't want to risk her family. There was an underlying tension in the household, with Juliana constantly defending Dox from Alaric and Eleanora's claws.
Eventually, the pressure built to an unbearable level for Juliana. Finally crumbling to the whims of her husband. Thinking it best to appease him and the temple, while keeping what was left of her family together. With the news Galen's heart sank, refusing to give up on his brother he attempted everything in his power to help. But to no avail. Alaric had won. The memory of that day is still vivid as the day it happened. Dox cried so much. He cried until he was silenced by the shadow. The sickly grin etched onto Alaric's face. Galen was horrified. Stunned into silence. He wishes he could have done something. Anything. It's the biggest regret of his life.
Juliana was broken by the blood on her hands, withdrawing herself from her family and friends. Becoming a shadow of her former self. While Alaric resumed his focus on his position within the clergy, using Elea and her blessing to rise to greater heights. Ignoring his wife for the destruction she caused to his career and his reputation. Horrified by his family, at the thought of sacrificing a child, a life, to save a reputation. Galen decided to leave the family home, finding comfort with his Grandparents in the Riverside district. Living with them for years doing odd jobs for the old pair and the surrounding neighbourhood making some money of his own. Using every free minute of the day to study and better himself, searching for an excuse to believe that Dox may have survived.
Now at 19 years of age, Galen had scoured through every available text he had access to with little success. He only had one more chance, using all his accumulated wealth, he hired an adventuring party to look for the answer to Dox's fate outside the safety of the walls. To see these creatures up close. Leaving the city was the last thing that Galen remembers. He awoke in the guild, bandaged and cold. There were no other survivors.
Returning to his old life was hard. Galen was no longer content with the mundane. He needed to make a difference and he needed power to do it, just like his father. This lead Galen to a place he never thought he'd return to, the temple of Erathis. He begrudgingly apologised to his father and sister, explaining his change of heart. Becoming an acolyte was difficult. It took hard work, but Galen was driven to achieve his goal. He'd developed a new sense of determination. It was hard to explain, something had changed. Galen grew to enjoy the work, the lies and deception. He acquired a taste for it. But that all changed when the blessing took form in a dark and twisted manner. Out casting Galen once again within the clergy. Labelling him the freak. Galen had to develop a thick skin to survive.
He bared the ridicule of his colleges to try to make a difference. But, after seven years, nothings changed.
Education
Galen was lucky enough to have regular access to the grand temple of Erathis in Bingtown. Taking advantage of the vast wealth of knowledge at his disposal, he studied all he could about topics which interested him the most. Shadows.
Galen would also visit the great museum in Old Town to learn of the history of the continent, as well as other little trinkets which were brought to the museum from the pits.
He would also use whenever possible to learn about factions in Bingtown and the current political standing of each.
Employment
Galen was born into wealth and therefore didn't have to begin work until he left his family home and the protective wing of his father. Moving in with his grandparents Galen began working odd jobs for the pair as well as any other job he could find in the district of Riverside.
Although, after a disastrous expedition, Galen returned to the temple and enlisted as an acolyte for the temple of Erathis. He remained there for 8 years.
Currently, Galen is a proud member of the Shadow Slayers family. Working as an sword for hire and protector of the city of Bingtown. Although this may be short lived due to interference from his loving family.
Accomplishments & Achievements
- Having the will to oppose his father, sister and the temple of Erathis.
- Becoming a member of the Shadow Slayers guild and the Fel.
- Saving the city from the claws of the shadows.
- Finding hope that his brother may still be alive.
Failures & Embarrassments
- Eleanora's constant betterment of his achievements.
- Being foolish enough to believe Erathis had blessed him.
- Displacing families by burning down the warehouse.
- Failing the people and friends he has at the Pits.
- Letting the city slip into the hands of the Hammers.
- Not taking better care of Kra.
Mental Trauma
- Eleanora's tormenting Galen throughout his childhood.
- The death of his brother, Dox.
- The death of his dog, Arlo.
- The massacre at the Pits.
- The death of his friend, Kra.
Intellectual Characteristics
A relatively book smart individual who makes up for his lack of intellect with hard work and determination to better himself. However, he lacks emotional maturity sometimes letting his anger get the better of him. Often raising his voice and becoming confrontational if he is disrespected.
Morality & Philosophy
Galen has seen that Bingtown is flawed in the way people are treated, his experience on both sides of the coin has taught him such. Therefore, he has become a strong believer that a equal community is the way to a better future for his home. He also believes that with enough time and hard work, anything can be possible.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
One day, Galen dreams of being reunited with his little brother, Dox, even though he was only a child Galen grew an attachment to the boy. He means a lot to Galen. Another dream of Galen's is to be able to get rid of this burning hatred for his family. It's a consistent tightness in his heart, a factor into ever decision he makes. He needs to get rid of it any way he can.
Galen's main motivation is to change the current political stance of Bingtown, creating a good city for the many and not the few. He also wishes to further understand the shadows and their motives. So therefore, must learn more about their past to predict their future.
Finally, with the knowledge that he may have limited time left. He wants to make a change before he is pulled from this world. To make Bingtown safe for his brother.

Galen Ordesza, son of Alaric and Juliana Ordesza. A fighter with a scarred past and strangled familial relationship. Who is willing to make sacrifices to change today for a brighter tomorrow.
Character Location
Current Location
Bingtown
Date of Birth
14th month of Leaves, 827ME
Birthplace
Old Town district, Bingtown
Children
Current Residence
Shadow Slayers guild, Curse Wood Plaza, Bingtown
Gender
Male
Eyes
Ash Grey
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
6'1"
Weight
78kg
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Aftermath Week Two
23rd month of Ice, 854ME
I have made some poor choices recently, but taking my campaign to the Swollen Lass was definitely the worst. Just the stench of that place makes my stomach turn. However, it has become so much worse since the permanent instalment of Hoberto at the bar. It's hard to see the man so deflated, although I can't help but feel a little vindicated by it. He treated me so poorly when we first reached the Slayers, creating a nickname so fowl that it still sticks to this day. It wasn't all bad though, I managed to make a new friend bonding over the hatred of Hoberto. His name, Dremor Darkcloak, a smallish dark haired man with a stomach lined with iron it seemed with the amount he drinks.
The thought of the Swords now having to deal with Tripuul in the wake of the Slayers has brought me some joy. Having to appease a dragon goes against all in which they stand for and I love it. Let's just hope that they are up to the task.
Aftermath Week One
16th month of Ice, 854ME
This past week has been so fucking difficult. My back and shoulders are tight with the new responsibilities which now weigh precariously on them. On one side of is the seat at the table of the Slayers and on the other the care of my little brother. It's all to much for me. I've spent most of my life following someone else's orders and now people are looking to me. My decisions now affect more than just myself, and that worries me. How will I know that I have made the right one?
Although in a city ruled by the Hammers my leadership of the Slayers will be short lived. As well as my rekindled relationship with Dox.
Sunrise
9th month of Ice, 854ME
As I sit here, watching the sunrise over the rubble of the lower city. I'm finding it therapeutic to think over the events of the past night. Of the pile of corpses and red soaked cobblestones which now decorate the streets. At least their sacrifice was not in vain. Bingtown still stands because of them, because they laid down their lives for us.
I am astounded that we managed to hold back the onslaught. Stopping these creatures from getting their clutches on what they lost centuries ago. The crown of Vala. He even made the play for it himself, my arch nemesis, and now he's just a puff of smoke scattered with the wind. With his death a relief has washed over me, but a daunting realisation has taken its place. The fact that, maybe, I have taken after my dear old father after all. Despite my constant resistance to his teachings. I don't want to believe what Boneshaper said, that Alaric would even attempt to kill me, his only living son. But I have this nagging sensation at the back of my mind. It is very much like Alaric to use the invasion as a cover for this twisted plan. He'd milk the occasion for months. I just can't believe it, I don't want to. I need to know what reason the mad man concocted to convince himself of this. How he managed to justify it. Things really will never change.
I've always wanted to do good. Ever since I was a child I've wanted to help people. But, last night, I failed. Because of me, hundreds of Changelings met their end and the Hammers have fortified their power over this city. I don't know what came over me, a monstrous need for cruelty and devastation. I'm constantly trying, but no matter how hard I do I keep causing more pain. Although I won't stop trying, it's not in my nature.
Now that I've had a chance to sit and think, I realise how stupid I've been. The Hammers have used tonight to cover their plans. They've conquered Bingtown within eight hours, assassinating most of the major players in one fell swoop. I don't know who's hand this was, but, it has Eleanora written all over it. She has definitely taken after Alaric. Without Steelspine the Slayers is sure to fall, as is the Changelings and the City guard due to their serious loss in numbers. They've got every opportunity now to spread their influence with little resistance to stop them. I was most likely just a loose end that had to be cut. A stain to the Ordesza name. Well I will not be smeared so easily.
I've also been shown something. Another forced day dream, this time less agonising than the others. It showed me a smokey path trailing across the city. The dream flowed, following the trail to it's source. Flying sporadically across Bingtown, eventually leaving the safety of the walls. Through the wilds of the swamps and down a crack within the ground. An ominous voice calling out to me, beckoning me to him. I am ready. I thought that when this time came that I'd be scared or attempt to avoid it, but instead, I'm excited. Another step towards knowing what I am. I have given all my faith to him. To my master. He's proven himself to me, that he is better than any God I know of. Than Erathis.
As I sit here, watching the sunrise over the rubble of the lower city. I'm grateful that we are alive, that we live to fight another day. And fight we fucking shall.
Sunset
8th month of Ice, 854ME
The sun is slowly falling over the horizon, the darkness creeping in on us. Closing the last day which we had to prepare for the inevitable. An uneasy tension hanging in the air as Bingtown is set ablaze. Thousands of torches illuminating the major streets and barricades. We've done everything we could, everything thinkable to help as many of us survive as possible. Will it be enough?
I'm currently standing in line with my brothers from the Slayers, the Northwind and the City guard. On some of us, the mask has slipped and the nerves have begun to show. A little shake, a stutter. I don't blame them. Some of these people have never even seen the monsters they'll be fighting tonight. Some of these people have barely even held a sword. And yet here they stand, marked for death in the name of this city and the people in it. Fighting for loved ones standing safely within the Plaza.
And here we wait, united. Our faith not in our gods but in those surrounding us. In the people of this city.
Signs of War
4th month of Ice, 854ME
I really hope he's wrong. I hope that this was just a crazy dream or something else. I can't even begin to imagine the devastation caused if this vision does come true. The amount of people who are going to die, the amount of families that are going to be torn apart. The pits was just a warm up to them but it was a warning to us. If we don't want those horrific scenes to be repeated here then we must be prepared. But honestly, the chance we have of surviving seem bleak. Even with the Northwind and Erathians by our side we could still lose this fight. My dear sister was very clear in her intentions, protecting what is most dear to their selfish hearts. The Clergy seem to have lost their way, no longer caring for the people of this city but instead only for their own and their precious temples. I can't believe that Erathis condones this. This is the exact reason why Steelspine left the Swords, and now our great protector is unable to help when we need him most... What has Dimitri done.
Peter's a complex person, he's shrouded in lies attempting to hide who he truly is. Although the mask is slipping slowly, he is beginning to trust us a little more each day. I'm going to respect his wishes and give him all the time that he needs to open up to us. I do really like him and Freja, as weird as she may be. I mean who would want to date Boneshaper? In the coming fight I'll be sure to protect them with my life. Their's is definitely worth a lot more than mine.
Dark Secrets
4th month of Ice, 854ME
My world has been flipped completely upside down. I thought that I was one with the shadows, that we were somehow kin. But obviously, I was horribly wrong. I wonder what my patron's done to make an enemy of all these monsters. Whatever it is though, I feel as if it's going to fall on my shoulders to make it right. That shadow though. The arch nemesis. He slipped through my fingers last night. I should have gotten more out of him, instead I attacked him like a fucking idiot. We almost ended him right there and then but now he's in my city, causing havoc, killing innocents and there are so many other's out there. Hiding around the Dagger's den and Northpoint. Kerin has to be wrong though, it can't be true. There must be another explanation for it, something we're not quite seeing. If he's right though, I'm going to have to hunt down every single one of them and get them out of my city. Before their numbers grow to large and we're all fucked.
The shadows are currently the last thing on my mind. Last night I learned all of Peter's secrets, but, I really couldn't give a flying fuck about any of it. That beautiful little bastard has given me hope. Hope that my baby brother is alive. It is the smallest shred of light, but it's something. I haven't been able to stop smiling since Kerin told me, making me an absolute giddy fool. Dox would be 13 now, basically a young man. Hopefully with friends and a loving family, leagues better than he would have done with us, the Ordesza's. I just want to know how he is, if he's okay. Then I'll leave him alone. I can't bare to put him in anymore danger than he already is.
I swear, I will not let Eleanora and Alaric take him. Not this time.
Massacre
3rd month of Ice, 854ME
All of this, it's my fault. I knew that this was going to happen and yet I did nothing to change its outcome. I did nothing to save these people, my friends, from this fate. A fate that I witnessed first hand, and even drew slight glee from. That feeling will haunt me. I see now, that red soaked dream was a form of punishment. A cruel reminder of my part in this. I could have stopped it and I did nothing.
Walking through the patches of dried blood, past the contorted piles of bodies. I wonder what it must have been like, to fight for your life so desperately. Amelia and Jeremy are clouding my thoughts the most. They were good people. They didn't deserve an end like this... I need to keep an eye on Peter.
My patron warned me of this. He wanted me to stop it. I will listen next time.
Familiar Faces
2nd month of Ice, 854ME
This evenings events have been, interesting. Not at all what I expected from a founding family ball. I guess we added an element of chaos within the mixture of politics and politeness. Between the ever threatening reach of the empire and the return of the revenant, the upper class didn't know where to look... or should I say hide. It all seemed a little unreal though, the way everything was treated as a spectacle. Any outburst, any slight variation of the expected behaviour was taken note of, stored for later. I don't miss it. The politics. Although the founding families seem to take these political tactics and increase their absurdity tenfold.
My father use to lecture me and my sister about politics. Often comparing it to a simple game of chess. Manoeuvring your opponents into a position at which they are at your mercy, not caring about what pieces you have to sacrifice. Simply fixating on the victory of crushing your enemy into nothing more than dust. A name lost to time. I don't believe Alaric is any good at chess. However, the delegate from the empire should know how to play this game, but I feel as if he has begun poorly. Playing the tune of equality to his upper class audience. But this may be another tactic, a warning of change to come. From my brief conversation with him, he spoke of the nature of the empire and my first thought was of the stark contrast from the founding families that they possess. I can't see the future, but I can guess that this take over will not be a peaceful one.
The masquerade didn't only serve as a reminder of the sour face of politics. It also served as a playful reminder that I am being watched. That little shit of a shadow, Kerin, almost got me into a lot of trouble. Forcing me into situations I would definitely have avoided, but even so, I still had a great time. I really like him, as mischievous as he is, he has already shared with me so much I did not know about. Bringing my benefactor that little bit more into the light. The fact that Kerin is here to help has distilled a slight confidence in my actions, that I am doing the right thing. At least in his eyes. His intentions still very much remain shrouded to me. But I have faith for the first time in a long time.
Unlikely Bonds
1st month of Ice, 854ME
This expedition has really opened my eyes to the unlikely bonds a person can make throughout their lives, some without rhyme or reason and with people one never expects. I feel really close to these random people I now have the pleasure of calling friends, I guess that happens when we all must suffer the weeping together. Peter is hilarious and he's great at keeping morale up with his little performances. Hatise is so intelligent and curious about the world. And lastly, Freja... is Freja. On paper the four of us should be at each others throats, not working together in camaraderie.
Although, these aren't the only bonds that I have made out in the jungle, there has been another, the most unlikely of the lot. It seems that I have caught the eye of a shadow. He is different from the others, larger, more composed and in control. It was unsettling at first but now I am simply curious as of their true nature once again. Of where they came from. Of what they want with us. Of what he wants with me.
Bloody Visions
24th month of Winds, 854ME
I had another nightmare last night, but this time, it felt different... A strange feeling washed over me as the bloody scenes unfolded before my eyes. A murderous glee, a sense of triumph as the blood parched my thirst. I've never experienced such a powerful and raw emotion. It was exhilarating but also so impersonal, I couldn't tell what creature was being torn to shreds but it gave me so much pleasure. How can something that feels this good be wrong?
I hope that these are just nightmares, and that something greater isn't playing with me like a puppet. I don't want to be forced to make the choice between my morals and my gut feelings.
A Haunting Past
19th month of Winds, 854ME
I can't sleep.
There seems to be thousands of thoughts racing through my mind and I can't seem to focus on any of them. I feel this heavy guilt weighing me down for burning down the warehouse and displacing so many families who already have so little. I'm also worried that this may be traced back to us and we will be punished or worse. I'm scared, once again, that the decaying monster hasn't gone for good, that he's lurking waiting for his next opportunity.
The only real comfort I find in all this is one of understanding, an understanding that Freja's past seems to be haunting her just as mine is. It's nice to have someone who gets you, even if our ghosts are very different beasts. I wonder if she was telling the truth when she told us her story, I think she was. I really hope I can trust her, trust is a very fragile thing and I've had it broken before. Although I can't lie, I am beginning to like these two imbeciles. They're endearing in a weird sort of way, not like anyone I'd ever met before now. Especially compared to the carbon copies of dicks at the Church.
I'm going to try and help those poor families in any way I can. This guilt is to heavy and I have to lighten it somehow. I simply have to wait until the hammers attention is elsewhere.
Old & New Wounds
18th month of Winds, 854ME
I am terrified. Of what I've become. Of the unknown. But, most of all, that they were right. I am a freak. My entire life... My entire fucking life I fought against them and their hateful words. But, it seems now that it was all meaningless. I wonder how old that child was. Hopefully young enough to not know. I thought after fourteen years I'd be able to do something but, I'm not good enough.
Some call what I have a gift, all I know is that its a curse. It's a bane which has been holding me back for to long. I doubt this is Erathis now. Even she is not that cruel. I have no sense of where this is coming from. No idea of who saved me from deaths door, but also took their price for it. I pray that whoever they are, that they give me a chance.
I had another dream last night, so vivid, it was basically real to me. Showing a ruin within a swamp. I don't know whether this clairvoyance is part of the curse or part of something else entirely. Only time will really tell.
Respect
15th month of Winds, 854ME
I had such high hopes. But, they have been crushed beneath the weight of Peter's arrogance and the other two pricks. I understand that its early but I hate these utter idiots and their constant disrespect. It's like the clergy are haunting me. Anywhere I go I seem to be cast out. Unwanted.
There was one shining difference though, one shred of hope, they saved me. Saved me from the clutches of those creatures. It was so weird standing face to face with one after so many years of studying every aspect of them. Looking into its featureless face as it tore me to shreds with no emotion, no remorse or aggression behind its actions. Fascinating beings. I'll find out their secrets eventually and what they did with Dox. With time our party will be forged with the shadows or be torn to pieces by them.
Soaked in Red
8th month of Winds, 854ME
That bitch has finally managed it. The shit stain excuse I have for a sister has finally managed to expel me from the Temple. I'm somewhat proud that I held on for so long, forcing her to go to such extremes. But in the end of it all she has won, she's finally got father all to herself again just as she likes it. The sense of relief I feel right now is overwhelming. I never belonged there, the dream I had of changing things was short sighted. But perhaps there is another way.
Erathis has cursed me with these dark abilities, shunning me from her own clergy. But I will turn the tables, use them in an another way, to make the change I seek.
The Beginning of the End
5th month of Winds, 854ME
My father has entrusted me with a mission he calls it. It's small but a start to greater things perhaps. I've been a part of this clergy for years now and I'm still treated like an outsider, an errand boy for my sister. I'm starting to believe that things will never change. That I am locked within a perpetual loop, a sick joke. Maybe I deserve it, but that I highly doubt. The state of my reputation has only gotten worse since my little expedition all that time ago. I thought people that returned from the wilds were heroes, but obviously that is not the case. I am more of a outcast now than ever before. I do see them, whispering behind my back. Calling me freak or runt. They'll come to regret that one day.
As for the here and now, for this quest, I was told that I need a team. I need people I can trust, people who think as I do. None of these high collar cunts from the temple. I already have a few people in mind, each with a favourable skill set that may come in handy in the future.
This mission will either make or break my place within the clergy, and I am hoping for the latter. I'm sick of this place and the constant disrespect. I'm done here.
Realisations
9th month of Storms, 845ME
I have finally woken up, safe thanks to the shadow slayers. The expedition was a disaster from the beginning and I am lucky to still be alive. However, it was not a complete waste as I have learned much of the jungle beyond the gates of the city and the dangers lurking within the dark. This has just furthered my resolve to do what I set out to, all that time ago.
First things first, I must apologise to my father and see whether he will accept me back into the fold of the temple. It is where I belong after all.
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