Chronicles of Yvronnè Belladonna

Entry One

Three years. Three years since the order was attacked and the survivors scattered. Shavrone, the Ghostblade of Eastmarch, shepherded me south for a week then told me to head for Oserora in the Riverlands. Handed me a bag of supplies and a blank book. Told me to chronicle my adventures. I sobbed when I watched her ride off, knowing I wouldn't see her or my self appointed family for a long time.

A day in I met an old druid who took a liking to me. Never gave me his name, but he taught me a bit of his craft to help me survive. He also showed me how to make a star map, a magic tool that can assist with navigation. I spent about six months with him learning what I could. He wanted to keep me around for longer, but I explained I couldn't stay. So southward I traveled.

I now sit in a small room at the main temple in Oserora. I've been out a few times to explore and fortunately the Dawnbringers have no presence here. I have helped with a few services as repayment for the room. They didn't ask, but it seemed the right thing to do.

While out I was approached by a hooded individual who made me an offer. All I would have to do is participate in a game of his and he would grant the one thing I want most. I agreed without thinking. Even if it's false and he can't grant my biggest wish, whatever this game is will probably be more exciting than temple life.

Einhar. Niko. Alva. I hope I made the right decision.