Giornale di Aurelia

Today has been a long day. I found a camp in the woods that had most definitely been torn apart by a large creature. I followed a trail of blood to no avail, but determined that the person leaving the blood behind would be near the road when my group reached that point.

When we found him, it was a Ranger. He and a comrade were sent to investigate the lack of wildlife. It He couldn't remember what exactly happened, but it sounds like a shadow dragon. He took Arcadius and I took Fflam, and we spread out from the camp to see if we could track down his fallen comrade. I followed an odd set of tracks that were heading into the camp. When I reached where they began, they began out of thin air. Fflam and I raced back to camp. It was then that we discovered Arcadius and the Ranger were very quickly teleporting and covering a very vast distance.

We were able to catch up. We did not, luckily, send Arcadius with the dragon in human form. At least, I am pretty sure we did not.

The trek ended at a keep that looks like the dragon might be using it for a nest. Or was until lately. While we were in there, vines began to cover the place. Jacob and Chris stayed behind and fought the vines valiantly!

Jacob seems to have bravery in him, yet he seems to lack wisdom. From what I have heard, he did not start things off well with the group. It appears he has gotten himself into more trouble.

In the land we are in, arcane magic is forbidden. He created interest by inquiring as to the fine if one were to use said magic. All I know is, I was awoken in the middle of the night by a guard at the door. This is becoming too common an occurrence for my comfort! I let the guard take Jacob, figuring a good questioning would possibly straighten him out.

Though it appears that he has disappeared. Using arcane magic. He does indeed lack wisdom. But he is brave and has good magic in him. I am afraid, as much as I hate to admit it, we may very well need him. I have a feeling we'll be delaying our journey into the desert to go find him.

For the record: I still do not regret letting the guards take him in the first place.