Four years since I went to live with Arden and I had become a merchant of whispers, a thief, addicted to drugs, free of Vallah and then murdered two people. I wasn’t worried by this point about getting caught. If I remember right, I just walked away and washed the blood off. I had to bite my lower lip from not shouting at Vallah. She was unbearable. She seemed to delight in what I did, what she did. It wasn’t right, I felt used but she was just a thing trapped somewhere else. I felt dirty and not just from being in the Foundations. Was I just that angry or had Vallah really taken control? Was that even possible? The answer is yes by the way.

At the time I didn’t know that. I knew I could pay off the Silver Palm if they came looking for me but I doubted anyone would notice. I picked the best I could, who had the worst reputations so whatever they said about me wouldn’t be taken seriously. So it must have been Vallah? I had planned ahead, made sure of security but I was still compelled to kill them out of paranoia. It must have been her. Any deaths  have been caused by my hand alone…It weighs on you, a stone you have to carry for each life. Don’t take this burden with you. You are an unwritten book, you deserve a chance set in motion a new chain of events, free from the dominions I have toppled. You should decide what ripples you make in the water. It makes me wish I could have the best of both. A clean start with all my memories intact.

If you’re reading this then obviously they aren’t. I have learned that my memories are linked to Vallah. Since that plate was put in my head she has been there in the background. We (Odhran and myself) off find out what the Morianna family might know about her. Their family home is huge, wider than any spire. They know things, they study them. Rumour has it that they have a vast storehouse of knowledge somewhere from the hundreds of years their family has existed. We didn’t find them, or their knowledge.

It was easy enough for us to slip in. We hoped on the off chance that one family member might be still visit for supplies so we kept an eye on the place but no luck. We discovered that a man by the name of Renick Mallor was appointed guardian of the estate, although his relationship with the family was unknown. They were frequently visited by  a scarred old woman who seemed to leave with more items than she came with but from what I could tell it was just junk. She was selling off trinkets of the estate under his nose, nearly got caught a few times. I wanted to talk to her but Odhran said no. He sounded far more serious than I before, the same tone he uses when he speaks of his ‘god’…I had always questioned why he helped me. We slipped in, dodged a maid or two and found something, not what we were looking for but at least the time wasn’t wasted.

They all have different ways of telling the same story or at least some parts of it. Landon made a deal with the inhabitants of Thaemor. A race of people made solely of shadows. Their people used humanoid shadows keep themselves together, a pattern to mimic but never noticed. The war had killed many, including the ‘hosts’ of the Shadow Herd. They were loosing coherence, their forms unstable eventually killing them. Landon had offered the shadows of his subjects if they helped win the war and defend Thaemor’s borders from invaders. Without physical form they had no way counter the proposal and were desperate to find a solution or face extinction. They helped in ways that terrified the enemy.

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It became a win-win scenario after encountering DeHart. I never felt more wanted or useful  and Vallah was being silenced. I would end up laying on my bed in my room, completely out of my mind on Khatt-Nipp. I could feel the thump the children playing downstairs,  heard the mumbled voice of Arden trying to calm them down and then the silence when they sat to eat. Apart from working for DeHart, I spent nearly every waking moment on Khatt-Nipp. Some days I was a better person for it. I was more engaged in what I was doing, although time seemed to pass so quickly it was always earlier than I thought. I was even complimented on my humming of a tune I could hear, well only I could hear. Read More

You see, the Silver Palm are one the main traders of drugs in Auspar. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t use anything invasive, none of the scars you have are from that I can assure you.  Khatt Nipp is produced by the Televaraen, animalistic abhumans who are happy to converse and act like a human on two legs but preferred to stay on all fours. They supposedly have claws that served as a hand and as a weapon and a dexterous tail that could hold a sword. With teeth that chew through bone and a fierce temper. Approaching one in a tavern could end up with you covered in scratch marks that ripped flesh and the same fate  could be said if you mistook one for mere animal. They’re volatile, solitary and made better drugs than local producers, House Ethis. That last titbit of information picked up from DeHart. Read More