Delahk Bloodbeard

Journal Home – Bitter Mumblings

Entry 1 – 5/7/08

It’s been more than a year now since I’ve left Tultipet. I rather miss those goofy monks. Traveling with this merchant caravan as a tattoo artist for hire is growing monotonous and I feel I haven’t accomplished anything I set out to do when I left home. I find injustice and tyranny wherever I go, but how can I stop it? If I don’t find answers soon, my inner rage might explode and take me with it.

As of late, my visions have faded in both quantity and quality, and I fear that if I don’t take action in this world, they shan’t return. There, however, has been a recurring theme in the visions that I HAVE had…a pillar of white light and an olive tree. I do not know what these symbols represent, but I feel more strongly than ever that I must find out.

The caravan is leaving Nevanne soon and will be heading into Milandir, the so-called rebel state. Boskowitz is the first stop. I’m interested in what this nation has to offer, particularly it’s libraries and political turmoil which I catch rumors about occasionally. Rumor has it among the merchants and craftsmen that the caravan leaders hope to make it to Boskowitz in time to catch a speech given by the Patriarch of Coryan, Illiir’s premiere butt-kisser. I must admit I find this event intriguing and will do my part in helping the caravan arrive in time.

I feel this last year has been a waste, and I intend to keep this journal to remind myself of time’s passing and to remember to make every moment count and never to sit idle. It’s time Onara met Delahk Bloodbeard and the balance of the world sat a little more flat.