Journal Entry for the Second Week of the Month of Year's End, Current Year:
While they accepted my father, loved him as one of their own, they could not accept his son with a human wife. When it became obvious what I was, it became obvious what he was and he was slain. I was run out of town. I am hiding now, but I am still fulfilling my duty to Torm. I have found an Island called Thain where I can move virtually unseen for the moment. It is hard to decide who to trust and who to avoid. I yearn so much for the company of people. That's my father's doing - we're sociable creatures. Alas, I am afraid I will never truly know anyone until they truly know me.
I am seeking the most devoted Tormtar on the Island. I will ask to squire under them and learn all I can if they accept me, not outright kill me. I can only partially understand the kind of agony chromatics go through. Still, they are unruly bastards who should be slain on sight. Yet their presence on Thain is unquestionably powerful. There were so many, I could only walk by and preserve my life.
I met two celestials today. It was a good day, a blessed day. I think the one with the booming voice might be a little "defective", it's not his fault. He is honest and honorable and I was honored to be in his presence.
Journal Entry for the Second Week of the Month of Year's End, Current Year (Appendum):
So much has happened in the last few days. I am training under not only a priest of Torm, but a Knight of Torm and an ascended human of one of the local deities. I have found a home for when I cannot hide my changes, and I have made many friends I would die for...and a couple enemies.
My father used to say that if you had your friends you had everything, and I do not think he expected his friends to slay him and even so I think he may have been right. Never has my duty to Torm felt so much more alive, my faith so much more substantial, then when I have friends of my own that I would fight and die for out of loyalty. I understand my father's plight now though but unlike my father once I trust someone I tell them the truth about what I am. It was that fleeting sense of betrayal among his friends that lead to them going crazy and slaying him.
This island holds such wonder, if only people stopped fighting long enough to see it. If we cured the hurt in the island I believe it would be the closest place in Faerun...if we're even any longer in Faerun... to Celestia. There are young dragons, celestials, dryads and pixies, all manner of good and goodly beings. When I say that Thain is the closest place to both the Heavens and the Hells I mean that literally, and it's a constant war where it's closer to on any given day.
This insight was not arrived at easily.
Also Cassia says there's an elf we have to save behind the rifts. I am ready. She has my loyalty.
*The date is scribbled in frustration and barely legible*
They... sacked the Celestial Temple. Left me alive to give that stinging message to Cassia. All I know is that we are at war now, and as a Squire of Torm I must defend my allies. But these acts go beyond barbarity into the obscene. I must calm down...
*...three ink drops across the page as if the writer took a moment to steady his hand above the page...*
There is a silver lining in these dark clouds. I have grown my wings and I am ready to fly.
Journal Entry for the Third Week of Sune's Solstice, Current Year:
I have been cloistered in the Sheltering Wing omnivorously reading every book I could for the past month or so. It has done me well. I feel refreshed after my ordeal with Kallista, and ready to fight once more. With the help of Sir Sollis I have secured a new set of armor and it is a good set. I wear it with pride. By the grace of Torm I will hopefully be able to make a difference. If not I will certainly fall trying...
In the Name of Our Lord Torm, Tolthor, Son of Silverwing