(OOC: Date [18-04-2017] Day[Tuesday])
Dear diary…
I must say, the view from the isles from this hill is terrible. Everything is just falling apart and being destroyed by the legion. This whole island is a forsaken wasteland. A painful site, but not one without its other pains too. The ditraction and lack of habit to write this puts a delay for these entries now, but more recently it has just been distraction.
Though to quickly get back to speed with current events, I currently sit on my first deployment after so long. I must say, combat is how I expected it to be. My reflexed and reactions could be faster and everything could be improved, but that was to be expected. I trained well with Sylvarys in my time in the estate and my time before that on my own, but it will be a few missions on top of that before I am back in capable shape.
So far we have been attacking the broken shore, the first point of attack and failure when the legion first hit. We attacked a shoreline covered in corrupted naga and demons alike. We vanquished them before setting up camp. From there it was a task of getting a foothold and getting settled in the battlefield. I completed my assignments as asked and to success.
Part of the distraction came a few days ago however when Taryanes father delivered the news that Sylvarys has gone missing. His whereabouts unknown. Its the not knowing which is the worst. Part of me is trying to accept the fact he is already dead. But I have seen him come back from so much that I wouldn't have expected somebody too. Just the other week he fooled everyone in death but there he was the next day. I didn't know what to feel, but all I did know was that I was happy to have him back. I suppose the efforts I made personally might have also helped, but it has been a while since I used the light in such a way. Something I should pick up and study once more.
My old days as a priestess seem to be of great use once more. As my skills are still lacking, I find myself tending to the wounds of those around me much more. But then that might be because this is just a larger group and there are more to be healed. But my skill set has been in good use, which is all I can ask for. But as I told my old trainees and that priest with self confidence issues, if you are putting your health and well being at risk to ensure you mainain that of the other members of your group, then that expectation of respect and usefulness is a given. Though it is not a pedistool to sit on, everyone contributes and keeps eachother alive.
As I write I look over the land, wondering is Sylvarys lies dead or is in the hands of the legion. I can't help but feel somewhat responsible. If he is captured then he will no doubt be sharing a fate with his assistant that I swore I would never allow happen again. I followed him into this division to fight by his side and ensure that I could uphold that promise. But our duties were never in line, he is a Magister and I a Blood Knight. He an affiliate and I an adept. I fight as my duty with these people and he is free to come and go depending on what is asked of him. I suppose I just wish I was there to stop whatever happened on whatever dangerous mission he set himself on to protect this world.
I grow tired. Having spent time trapped myself with the rest of the division under a barrier spell for a few days, sleep being hard to get in that time and the time before that, I find myself waiting for the news that must come. I might also be assuming too much. He might be on a mission that requires himself to be hidden from all eyes, but that will be stretching.
But time to move past it. There is nothing I can do as of yet and there are other matters to think about.
The Eclipsion Blade is the division of Silvermoon military I joined. It containes a mixture of characters. From the tolerable to the down right insufferable. The inquisitor is somebody my memory falters on, but my memory is not remembering good things. Their champion seems to be a stoic, strickt leader with one goal. I have not yet witnesses some of the warnings I have recieved, but only time will tell. Miss Sunshard has also found her place here along with her annoying friend, who seems missing along side my husband. Others seem pleasent enough and others keep to their own groups of company, meaning I have not yet had the time to go directly speak to them. Though the lacking desire would also add to this. Inetzen seems to also be present here. He seems to also note how there are few healers, along side another priestess magistrix who noted the same views.
Overall I can not say I have too much issues so far with what I have seen. There are a few times where fool does something foolish, but it has not yet been a harmful problem, but I will be sure to stop such if it does if those in charge do not. Though, why I should expect to do such is unknown to me. Maybe I am missing something. But I feel I have drabbled on long enough. I am unsure if this entry will even make any order of sense but that is my own fault. I should rest.
