Leaving the charred remains of the town I once called home I started out on my journey towards... Towards... Home. My real home, though i don't know eactly where that is, it is somewhere to the west. Far from Tanimura, the nearest city east of my small village. I headed to Tanimura to get supplies and mabey a few answers from the priests there before heading west to where ever I am drawn. As I was walking toword Tanimura with the few possessions I had, I came across an old man sitting infront of a small house. He was dying from some disease or illness. With his final burst of strength before he died he lunged forward at me and grabbed hold of my waist. When I looked down into his failing eyes I saw only a fathe and husband seeking the help of a kind man. With his last breath he managed to ask, "Help my family... Heal *gasp* ... Them..." With those final words his grip loosened and he crumpled to the ground... Dead. How could I not help him and his family? So, with great care I took his corpse into his house, woke his family, told them what happened and went to get a priest to preform last rites for him. His family welcomed me in thier time of need, fed me, and gave me a place to rest for the night. Tonight, however, I wouldn't get much sleep... Their was much work to do. I collected the sorcerors sand and fresh water I needed to create the runes that HE taught me when I dream. These runes I carefully traced on the four wall of the small house. When they were complete I stood in the center of the house and raised my arms up. With my arms raising came the healing flames and the screams of the wife and children. That night I slept in the forest and wited for those I knew would come because they don't understand my healing. I left the small house and went again to the priest. He told me of many ancient buildings and ruins, but one in particular stood out amongst all the rest. He spoke of a hidden city below a great one far off in the west. This is my destination. There I will find my destiny.
Thilandus

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