Irregular Days

Entry Two: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. I was born at some date, as people tend to be. This date however is lost to me as I was abandoned by my parents on the streets of the Al’Doran slums. Somehow I, a helpless baby, survived. I guess people cared for me or […]

Entry One: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. I’m not sure why I’m writing these words down. I guess some part of me wants to be a part of history. The thought of being remembered, changing the face of the world, even in the slightest is a though that intrigues me. This is […]