Again, we are blessed with a new comrade, a half-dragon named Sjach. Unfortunately, I did not get an opportunity to speak with him before we were thrust into yet another dire situation. We awakened to find everyone in the village dying and had to stabilize them to prevent their demise. Apparently, every person in the village experienced some kind of nightmare, including myself. The source of this turned out to be a Nightmare beast, which I and my comrades dispatched with swiftness. The newcomer did well in battle. I watched as he was struck by lightning, yet he suffered no wound from it. Truly amazing! I look forward to getting to know him better...if we could just have a moment's peace.

On this day, long before my mother bore me, death claimed me in a battle. The mighty shaman of the Teutons lead my spirit back into the light. I am forever grateful.

Whether through the workings of misguided magic or the will of the gods, my traveling companions and I exist in a time before we came to be. Wintersky, my sister in faith and guide to the spirits of the afterlife; Legeand, my comrad of the sword and comfort in the dark; Nyza, whose sorcery is only rivaled by her kindness; Celesta, mystical scholar and wounded soul; Oliveryn, who leads an inspirational life of music and politics; Sparta, the forest's ally and free spirit; Ozimus, walking the line between good and evil...I have come to know and love them all.

So long have I resisted the urges, the desires, the whims of my nature which will lead me from the path of righteousness. So often have I suppressed the call of chaos to follow the instructions of my father to stay the course. And now, after all this time, I discover that the road on which I travel is wider than I believed...that I can still follow the path without denying to myself who I really am. Even with this knowledge, I am at a loss, for I no longer know how to let my spirit emerge from the dungeon in which I have imprisoned it. How can I release this burden?

I have taken an oath as a paladin, so mustn't I follow through? If I break my oath, what is my word worth? What consequences will result? As I face these consequences, will my companions suffer as well?

I need council in this matter, but who is knowledgeable enough to offer it? Visaria, in this time, has not yet ascended, and without her guidance, I feel lost.

No matter. I will try to focus more on what is right in the eyes of Armee the Father and Visaria the Beneficient. I will carry out my duties while attempting not to bind myself with rigidity. Only as my true self may I glorify the name of Visaria.