And after death, life goes on… a lesson I had forgotten, but which I learn again. The day of Sergin’s death seems so far off now, with all that’s happened, but hardly two days have passed, and with the loss of two companions, we gain another three. Two very wearisome healers have joined us, the first of whom I trust little. Odd, that the two most close to my race, the elf Aramil and the half-elf Lucien, while they have proved their worth in battle, are the two whose mischievous ways make me wary of them. The second, Valinore, one of Sergin’s race and faith, means no harm, but to such an extent that he often proves more hinder then help. Both accompanied us on our quest and we returned to the canyon where we found ourselves entering the wizards abode. After a very close call with a large alligator, where Valinore proved his worth indeed, even at the cost of his staff, we continued around a series of rooms arranged in a circle. It was there we met Xill, a creature who at first glance resembles Sawrenacio but at any glance longer than that is quite a different being altogether. His impatience, hatred for the K’zn, and love for battle has gotten us into trouble several times. Yet, he has the strength and stamina to back up his impulsive ways, and I admit I don’t dislike the swifter pace at which we travel. He claims to have been captured and to have escaped from the wizard, and indeed we have found evidence that the wizard has experimented on sentient beings. Past two metal suits, which fought us until the wizard’s K’zn helpers came, claiming it to all be a mistake, we waited in the middle of the Wizard’s home for him to come to us. He did not come, and we followed as Xill explored the area around us. It was there we found rooms with evidence of the wizard’s experimentation, a walled in creature, a hallway of traps, and more K’zn. The last group came upon us, and Xill charged without warning, wounding one without need. He did not resist, however, when I pulled him away, I could not have succeeded if he had, and Valinore came away from his whimpering and moaning to heal the wound. Even so, they were not pleased, with some right for the meddling we had done, and left to fetch the wizard, but what was the use of waiting this time? To attempt to face this Wizard and to risk all our lives for the life of one? If the value, the worth, outweighed the risk, of course, but I saw no need to face him at this moment, unprepared, weary, and with those unwilling, when we could accomplish more if we returned later. Yet if the others had chosen to stay, I would not have left, but surprisingly, Xill did not argue. Now, back at Scorpio, again we have lost a member, for Valinore has gone his way of peace, and we must find another if we have any hope of fighting the wizard.
I am uncertain of the future. Of what it may hold, of how long it shall continue for me. I do not mind. Death, of course, holds fear over me, but it is a fear I have faced many times, and it is this fear which has saved my life many a time. Yet, I find I’m beginning to loose my certainty of what it is I fight, and may die, for. Yet again, if I fight for nothing more then to protect those around me, and to save some from the ways of the wizard, then it is enough.