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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Allania's Journal
« on: November 17, 2018, 09:34:03 am »
[A journal entry dated between IRL 8 Nov - 17 Nov]
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Am I worthy? That is the question I've been seeking to answer in my travels...
I've been entrusted with the Helm of the eternal flame... I've been entrusted with companions who are brave and honorable... I've been entrusted with a blade with craftsmanship unlike any I've ever seen... All of these things have made me feel so happy and blessed.
And yet I still fail.
Bested by a filthy drow... In front of a crowd, no less. I can't even save a single of my kinsmen from the bonds of slavery, and yet I'm expected to save the lives of many more from some kind of undead lich king? I can't help but feel that I'm not worthy in any sense of the word.
I've brought shame on myself, my family, and my people. I have disavowed my states as a member of tel'quessir, and will not return home until I have earned the right to go home. I can't look grandmother in the eyes until I'm certain of my worth.
But ever since I've gotten this helm... I've felt different. It took me a while to realize how, but... I think I've finally figured it out.
Every time I die I forget.
It's not just about my battle prowess... That is to be expected after such a soul-wrenching journey. But I've forgotten other things, too. The first few times, it was little things. How the wind would feel blowing through my hair, how grandmother's tea tasted straight out of the pot... Those were things I had to relearn.
But as of late, I've forgotten far more important things.
On one of my recent returns home, I was approached by a group of friends who I had supposedly known for many years... And their faces and names didn't register with me at all. They thought I was playing it off as some kind of joke... But truly, I had no idea who they were.
And after this last death at the fighting tournament... For a long while after I had come to, I had so much anxiety. I tried to hide it, but I couldn't help but panic about thinking about what I would forget this time...
Then it hit me.
I don't remember my parents.
I remember that they passed many years ago, when I was still a little girl... but I don't remember their faces, or anything about them. I don't know why, but it just... It hurts. It hurts knowing that I cared about them, and that I wept for them long after they were gone, and I've now lost any happy memories that I had of them.
It's just killing me. What else will I forget, should I die and be brought back again?
At this point, I can't help but feel I will eventually wish to stay dead. Hells, perhaps it would have been better if I stayed dead the first time. Maybe then I wouldn't have brought so much trouble to my people and my home.
... But I still, despite this depression, feel a desire to push on. I don't why, but I do. Maybe it's the spirit of the eternal flame. Maybe it's the Seldarine, willing me on. Or maybe it's something else. But so long as I draw breath, I will continue to push on, no matter how much my body and soul hurt.
I've been entrusted with the Helm of the eternal flame... I've been entrusted with companions who are brave and honorable... I've been entrusted with a blade with craftsmanship unlike any I've ever seen... All of these things have made me feel so happy and blessed.
And yet I still fail.
Bested by a filthy drow... In front of a crowd, no less. I can't even save a single of my kinsmen from the bonds of slavery, and yet I'm expected to save the lives of many more from some kind of undead lich king? I can't help but feel that I'm not worthy in any sense of the word.
I've brought shame on myself, my family, and my people. I have disavowed my states as a member of tel'quessir, and will not return home until I have earned the right to go home. I can't look grandmother in the eyes until I'm certain of my worth.
But ever since I've gotten this helm... I've felt different. It took me a while to realize how, but... I think I've finally figured it out.
Every time I die I forget.
It's not just about my battle prowess... That is to be expected after such a soul-wrenching journey. But I've forgotten other things, too. The first few times, it was little things. How the wind would feel blowing through my hair, how grandmother's tea tasted straight out of the pot... Those were things I had to relearn.
But as of late, I've forgotten far more important things.
On one of my recent returns home, I was approached by a group of friends who I had supposedly known for many years... And their faces and names didn't register with me at all. They thought I was playing it off as some kind of joke... But truly, I had no idea who they were.
And after this last death at the fighting tournament... For a long while after I had come to, I had so much anxiety. I tried to hide it, but I couldn't help but panic about thinking about what I would forget this time...
Then it hit me.
I don't remember my parents.
I remember that they passed many years ago, when I was still a little girl... but I don't remember their faces, or anything about them. I don't know why, but it just... It hurts. It hurts knowing that I cared about them, and that I wept for them long after they were gone, and I've now lost any happy memories that I had of them.
It's just killing me. What else will I forget, should I die and be brought back again?
At this point, I can't help but feel I will eventually wish to stay dead. Hells, perhaps it would have been better if I stayed dead the first time. Maybe then I wouldn't have brought so much trouble to my people and my home.
... But I still, despite this depression, feel a desire to push on. I don't why, but I do. Maybe it's the spirit of the eternal flame. Maybe it's the Seldarine, willing me on. Or maybe it's something else. But so long as I draw breath, I will continue to push on, no matter how much my body and soul hurt.