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Journal of Commander Raylan Braxton: The Departure

It’s the end of an uneventful first day of travel.  So far, it’s been smooth sailing.  The weather that set us back two days has decided to make it up to us with a warmth and sunshine, despite problems further south in Lornar’s Pass.  That is not our fight.  Instead, three strangers, a fern hound, and Avorae have made it into the Snowden Drifts.  Not a very complicated affair as of yet, but I have a feeling that will change. Rhevos I’ve grown quite sure of from time spent talking in the kitchen.  He seems like an able enough tracker coming from such a young race, but between he and Moon Moon, I feel they are valuable contributions to the team.  Jace and Liora I am quite sure of when it comes to their brains, they have both proven to be highly intelligent, but if they will be more than that in a fight remains to be seen.  There will most certainly be fighting and I hope it is not three and a half trying to protect two.  The first fight will tell much.

  Avorae.  If they do not know about her and I, I’m sure the hint will be given when we curl up next to each other tonight...  I would be shocked if Jace and Liora didn’t pick up on the rumors floating around the Priory.  I refuse to hide that part of me when any day in uncharted territory could be our last. We will make it back though.  I’m sure of it.  All of us.  I will make up for mistakes made in Orr..

  Raylan Braxton

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The Journal of Raylon Braxton: Divinity's Reach to Lornar Pass

My old journal is not a good read.  It's filled with writings of a drunken loon who took me over when I thought all was lost.  It has been months since the fall of Zhitan and the loss of my squad to the savage battlefield of Orr, but it was only two days ago that I crawled out of the bottle I threw myself into after the debriefing.

It took a priory Mesmer to pull me from it.  Her direct, harsh words were the cure all, though I could swear they had came from other lips before that.  Friends that I once could call upon had come by, but I can only see flashes of their faces and can hardly tell if it was from dream or reality that I felt that way.   No matter.  I summoned Avorae after cleaning myself up and shaving to Kessex, where we departed and crossed the fields in route to Lornar Pass.  Tomorrow, we should arrive at the Priory's head quarters and figure out exactly what the Pact's next move for me is.  I know they will want me to reform my squad and head back out to do the good work against the dragons that most can't.   While I'm not sure if I'm ready...I have no choice.  This is my duty.  

(Slowly working on setting this squad action/adventure rp up.  No guild, just friends doing friend fun stuff rps.  If you want in hit me up!)