*Journal Entry*

Where are they? Where are all my friends? Where is my King? Where is my Tribe?

I found my brothers, they were as surprised to see me alive as I was. But the words they say seem hollow. The relating of the last years, and the news of Necromancers. The death of friends, and family.

I feel so lost. I feel so.....incomplete. I immerse myself in my studies of my guild. I have found a hobby, and enjoy the feeling of creating things with my hands.

I went to the Vault of Artifacts and found it undisturbed and still sealed. The codex still in my possession.

I really need to find purpose, besides revenge. I need to find......something.


Jappal Mic-Irr
Wiseman of the Outlander Outcast Tribe