Goran of Kern's Journal
This is a page from Goran of Kern's
journal as found by in a Dragonlance
campagin.
4-10-352 A.C.
She knew me as no one could.
I had hidden my preoccupations with the
fate of our cousins for so long. The
corruption of our language, the theft
of our beauty, the destruction of our
intelligence and our botherhood with the
moons. The elders taught us to feel the
light of compassion while cursing them
when shrouded in the shadow. I felt
the compassion, but never uttered the
damnations. I felt the deepest pity
for their rotten flesh and their dim
minds. My pity grew. I prayed to the
Platinum One for a chance to return our
lost cousins to their former glory; to
reunite them with their birthright.
No answer came.
All the time I continued to
hide my pity, for the elders would never
accept it. The damn fools speak with
the skill of Hiddukel! Pity the cursed
and then treat them to your sword so
their wisdom says. I pitied but did
not desire for their death, I began to
pray for other things. My Queen, how
she knew the cancer on my heart.
I fought bravely in the war when
My Queen returned to reclaim those that
had turned from her. The other warriors
who were captured were slaughtered before
my eyes. Their mutilated bodies left
in my cell by the clerics of Chemosh
to rot. They never came for me as I
anticipated, as I hoped. The stench
became unbearable and the sight even
moreso. Chained to the wall I could
not flee. Then the black robes entered.
Clerics, mages, of all persuassions of
the darkness with one purpose: to serve
their Queen. "She has plans for you"
They said, "She knows your soul, she
desires it." At the same time, through
the window in my cell I saw the
gleaming light of Solinari and heard
the call home.
I endured hours of chanting, the
words of absolute evil flowing from their
lips, joining the pools of stagnate
blood that covered the floor. As they
spoke their bodies slowed, their words
ran together, until not a sound was
issued from their lips. Just as the
light of Solinari peaked, shedding full
through the window, their bodies
apeared frozen and rigid, and I found
that I could not move my own. The
light of Solinari still washed over me,
releasing the cry of my homeland.
Days, months, I know not how long the call
droned in my ears; or how long
the light of Solinari bathed me.
Never moving, all was still.
I longed to seek the solace of my home which called to me from across the seas.
At first. Days..months...how long? I begged for it to end, but the Gods
of good would not withdraw "the gift" they had bestowed upon my people.
They relentessly cast its beacon through the window, torturing my eve
ry sense, my every thought. The light of the curse filed the room.
The bodies outlined ever so vigorously by the brightening light.
The Healer, the Great Dragon, all failed my prayers...all but one.
And then she came. A soothing
darkness, it calmed the blinding light
brought silence to the room. I stared
in rapture out the window at the new
sight. Like a void among the heavens.
It brought an end to the pain.....The
room was empty, the shackles released.
I fell to my knees and thanked my Queen,
begging her to accept me back into her
fold, and it was done. She had heard
my prayers so long ago as a child. She
had let me live so that I may lead not
only my cousins the Ogres, but all of
her children to their deserved glory.
Great power she promised me then...great
power would be mine in the future when
I would walk the darkest paths."
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