[SavannaGnolledge]

Entry 1

I thought I'd start writing things down now that I'm settled in. I've got a grasp on my magic again and a halberd gifted me by another Risen. Feels better than the greatblade I started with... something I'm recalling or just a change of preference in this new life? So many say they don't remember much and neither do I but... feelings creep up. Ideas. Concepts. Something like pieces from a puzzle that I can't flip over and put back into place, but they're there. A word for what I am. Spellsword. Was I a mercenary? Did I have family? It's... hard, to have these questions running through my head. Why do I remember so much, yet so little? So many blank slates but here I am with all these little slivers of a past... I should sleep on it. Talk to others, maybe. I'm sure I can figure things out.

[SavannaGnolledge]

Entry 2

I... discussed things with people. I tried to help around... but I've found myself struggling. Camiril, as he calls himself, opened me up to the idea of the Risen-Faith, and it has quelled some of my turmoil, but twice now I've wanted to just throw this life away... perhaps I should devote some time to the Well and help the vigil so I may contemplate in peace away from the others. To discuss with someone who understands a bit more, even from the opposite view point of having no memories at all. We're all Risen, all bound by the Well, as he says, and we should have unity. So I'll help when I'm not busy. Try to let go. It's the least I can do.

[SavannaGnolledge]

Entry 3

This entry is written far more neatly, calmly, by a steady hand, though the handwriting is still the same. The writer has clearly calmed since the first two.

A couple weeks have passed since I crawled out of the well the first time. Two weeks of turmoil and struggle, testing my mettle on the world, practicing my magic, and fighting with my inner trauma from a past I remembered in pieces. Those shattered memories are still there, and I realized it's tied to what I do that I am so clearly focused on them. I needed to change my way of life, so after a lot of contemplation at the well, I took of it. I don't forget what I /could/ do... but now, I have built up my martial prowess instead of relying on my Power, so that I may truly live a fresher life. Maybe someday I will dabble back into the Arcana and practice as I once had, but that will be when I can see it in a new light, and distance myself from my broken recollection. Of course, my first test of my new might outside of a trip to the horrid Scar of corrupted druids, was a rousing success in crawling back out of the Well for the first time after rather disappointing mishaps with the frogs... lessons learned, I strive onward. I still wish another chance to speak to Camiril on my memories, and on my choice to forgo magic. He seemed curious of my decision, so it would probably be an interesting discussion, finally.