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[Lum's Travel Guide] Solace Forest
Septembre 10, 386 P.C.
It's been a year since I arrived here, in the heart of Solace Forest. Strange to think that the one place we were taught to fear the most growing up now feels like home. Like all families in Ashhaven, mine would venture the well worn paths around the perimeter of the forest through the patches of bright yellow buttercups. Mom and pop would catch rabbits, and if they were lucky, a deer. Both picked any cotton they happened upon for our clothes. I was allowed to wander and play as long as I stayed in sight. The truth is that, as far back as I can remember, I always wondered what lie beyond the rock formations and up the hill at the center of the forest. It drew me even as a little tyke. Yet I could never stray beyond the path around the perimeter. One or the other would always call me back quite insistently. When asked why, the only response they ever gave was, "it's a bad place." For them, yes, that was very true.
Things started to change as soon as I realized that most of the people I saw in Ashhaven were only seen by me. My parents thought my imagination odd, and tried to convince me what I saw wasn't real. They did so with greater intensity as those in town started to mock and ridicule my strange behavior. It wasn't so much what they said, or the fear that lay behind it, but the simple fact that no one in Ashhaven would help me understand it. I endured everything until I was old enough to run away to Ardoris and consult the libraries there.
I learned quickly under some strange masters in dark basements. They wanted me to stay, but I knew I would never be satisfied until I figured out Solace Forest. I'll never forget the day I first climbed that hill and arrived in the ancient graveyard. Standing there, I closed my eyes and raised my arms as a chorus of the dead called out for vengeance against long dead foes in a forgotten war. I fueled there desire until one clawed hand broke into the light, and was joined by many others.
What I have done here in Solace pleases me greatly. Many of my soldiers now patrol the ruins of their long collapsed fortress. It is essential that no one interrupts me as we enter our final preparations. I am not content with mere soldiers, they must have equipment. Copper and other things are hidden away here on the hill for them to mine and craft into weapons and armor.
Hopefully, next year I will return to Ashhaven on my birthday. Everyone will believe that I've come for revenge. Why should they understand now? I have mastered the very forces of life and death, they will never understand. There is only thing left for me now - control. As much of it as possible.