I wandered into Deregonia not knowing what to expect. I saw it as an opportunity to expand on my knowledge and my skills. Working under the King and Prince seemed to be a great step in doing so. However, this did not end up to be the case. Perhaps in poor judgment in the Wizard who sought us out, I ended up working with a crew of misfits and lost souls.
Before too long, one of them left on his own accord. Soon thereafter, another one was arrested and executed after seemingly betraying the party. Another, the youngest of all, was then killed in the swamps. It was truly tragic. And it seemed that the losses meant nothing to the Crown. They just simply replaced the fallen and deserting.
Most recently, the undead fellow, probably the most unruly of all of my companions, found himself sinking to the bottom of a vast lake. I don’t believe it’s the end of him though. I’m sure he was able to make his way back to shore.
In all of this excitement, I found myself losing touch with my heritage. I grew almost irritable just being in some of the situations. I know that the life of a soldier is not for me. And when I returned back to the Prince’s Mansion, I had a bounty on my head. I never associated myself with the criminal element of society in the past, but my association with the miscreants has changed this.
It’s time for me to leave this land and find a new place to grow and expand. Perhaps in a new place, I can repent, as well. I will take leave to the East. I only hope the ones I leave behind will survive.