Lost Seasons

[Vicailde]

[Pages strut out of dual leather covers. Held together by several pieces of string, a small layer of dust covering the top blank faded cover. The pages seem disorganized and are in no particular order]

[This page seems to be only a few years old and mildly crumpled and messily written, as if on a whim with poor writing surfaces]
As we pick up from the wreckage and mend our wounds, I feel no sympathy for my people.

Perhaps it is because my heart no longer beats with warm emotions. For happiness has escaped my taste for hundreds of years. Even so, some unspeakable drive forces me to continue my work on the injector. Perhaps I am just an old man, looking to leave his mark in some way.

I like to think that my lack of sympathy comes from something deeper. Even with my lack of belief in the fools' light, I can not deny the existence of a higher power. Whether it is mortal or even tangible, it matters not.

I can not help but reflect on the carnage that my people have done in the past, as well as all people. It is as if our pasts, our sins, have come back to claim the land and remove the veil of 'kindness' that all living things are suppose to possess. I saw no remorse in these scourge eyes and I have seen none in the eyes of elves and men alike.

. . . As the Amani say. . .

'An eye for an eye.'

[Ninorra]

((Oo..?)

[Vicailde]

[The page seems to be fairly old and folded at one point. The parchment seems to have been torn out of a smaller book.]

After an ambush on one of our caravans I was assigned to study the local forest trolls. While my view was cold at first I have become quite interested in their culture. The concept of cannibalism was alien to me at first. I have come to learn it means so much more.

I have seen trolls offer up their arms as a main course to make amends for trespasses on another tribe or house. To sacrifice a piece of ones self, even if you grow it back, is a testament to how honor bound they can be.

I have seen many fights with what we call these savages and if it were not for our magical prowess we would surely have been fended off a long time ago. They fight with all of themselves. The way they throw themselves into battle with no regret is remarkable.

I had heard they were blood thirsty and the only reason for their attacks was their taste for blood. Several sleepless nights later, I found something that I had over looked before. I do not recall it being taught to me before but, this used to be their land. We took it from them and almost completely obliterated them.

The thought that I am part of a race so despicable makes my stomach churn. Are they the barbarians or are we?

[There are a few illustrations of trolls attached to the document]