Aline's Lost Mine

Life was merely a song, since I was born, it was like that, merely a song, unfortunately, there are all kinds of melodies, there are those that inspire you, those that guide you, those that make you feel, in turn, those that have an incredible rhythm, but devastating lyrics, the latter, was always my kind of symphony.

I am dedicated to music, the prose runs between my lips, but it is my mind that lets it escape, I am Aline D' Rune, the one who was born and raised in the cave, the one who was raised by the runes.

Since I was a child I had a very peculiar gift, the gift of listening and memorizing, in this world, precisely in this world full of such different beings, information becomes a vital resource.

At 14, I felt the call to adventure, although I was still full of doubts. By accident, I heard a young man, quite strong, talk about a "special mission" in the city of Siris. When I heard him speak, it was not a special mission at all, escorting a dwarf, supporting a former knight, that was the bread and butter, at least for me, but, damn this but, he mentioned the legend, what that dwarf had in his hands, is what made that mission special, he had the map of the lost mines...

Whoever has never heard the legend, has practically never lived in the lost kingdoms.

The road to Siris was hostile, you can't judge me, I did everything I know to get there, I know very little and at my young age (14 years old) I fully understood the purchasing power of beauty, I abused that, it was my only card, the only one I was born with,

Who am I not to play it?

It was a hard journey, I could have died more than 14 times, but there was something that motivated me, I was born in a cave that was no more than 2 meters from wall to wall, what kept me alive, what made me come here, was the idea of ​​showing the world that, no matter how lucky you were, where you were born, the conditions you were born in, how alone you were born, you could leave your mark.

When I arrived in Siris, that dwarf and his bodyguard had not yet arrived, there were several, several candidates who came for the task, they were rejected one after another, however, the number of people who came out of curiosity was even greater.

For a week, I was getting closer, little by little, to the dwarf and his bodyguard, to the point that they were no longer the dwarf and his bodyguard, but Guldren and Sildar, now they had names and were no longer strangers.

In that long week, I watched as Sildar destroyed more than one interested party, more than one bandit, more than one robber, there were several, the truth is, I lost count.

The call for adventurers was almost over, it was somewhat sad, the strong young man, from whom I had stolen the information about this mission, never arrived, his story possibly ended before it began.

Suddenly there were 5 interested parties, me among them, 5 who had passed the filter, we were peculiar, a writer, that's what I thought when I looked at the first one, quite quiet, somewhat tall (well, who wasn't taller than me?), he spoke little more than necessary.

There was another guy next to him, young, but older than the previous one, you could notice his aura, you could tell that he wasn't here for the mission, but for the reward, he was the second.

The third was somewhat peculiar, he firmly believed in a god, which is why I decided not to pay much attention to him.From the body of the second, a small one would come out on rare occasions... maybe a squirrel. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that she was the fourth (apparently there were 6 of us, I never counted her as an adventurer).

The fifth, the fifth was strong, black hair, with a cold look, one of those looks that, obviously, you shouldn't ask about, he was the tallest, he was the fifth.The sixth, the sixth was peculiar, those they call, mudblood, wanderers or, well, their legal name, Tiefling, just as serious as the previous ones, but he had a horn, he looked sinister and at the same time, so calm.The call to action couldn't wait, Guldren gathered us, in 10 hours we would leave, 10 hours more than enough.

I took advantage and did what I do best, I spoke to all the inhabitants of the city, among them I met a saleswoman and her little girl, both of them told me about the man of their life, husband and father, Roger, only he was away, in a town that was well known for exporting apples.

It all began when those eternal 10 hours had ended, there began the story that gave meaning to the lives of most of the group, the same story that took the lives of the smallest part of the group, how much I miss you, friend and companion, Theren.

I wrote this diary in memory of Theren, our companion, who fell in battle, who, although he was reckless, died just as he always was, without knowing fear!