Halla Journal

From Arsmagica

The circle will soon be complete. At last I will be far from these halls and back to where my life began. I will not hold out hope that my Mother still lives, she would be 60 or more winters old now...if not more. As for my Father, that will be quite a tale IF I can find him. It will be a refreshing change to deal with faeries of the north. The ones here are so "ordinary" hopefully there will be something that will make it a somewhat new experience.

The time has come to leave I do hope those I am about to meet will be entertaining, it is hard to get the feel of someone with just a quick meeting here and there.

I have met with the others and we leave by water shortly.

First there is Lacrimadia, she lacks confidence and seems to act "youthful" for lack of a better word. But there is something beneath that, a swirling chaos that moves with a purpose.

Second is Vir Mons the man sees much, when he sees it. A Titan of a man, how we are going to keep him fed is beyond me. He is a cautious creature to the point of paranoia at times but I have come to expect that from a Quaesitor. He is already acting and speaking as if he leads, granted I have very little desire to lead but he thinks far to much at times.

And then there is Leona, there is the slightest hint of Faerie to her so there is hope perhaps. The creature seems to have an odd love of Iron as she has items of that metal all over her body I would think she would not favor such things but she is not Merinita after all. I hope I will not have to talk to her beast form the whole trip North that beastly voice is not the most pleasant to listen to.