Jan. 13th, 2008

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I told Marx and his friend... his teacher, Jakrian... what happened to me.

And it felt good again. Perhaps this secret is not meant to be kept?

Let me start from the beginning.

We had embarked on a journey back to the Lambda Complex. It was indeed a dead end past the water like Minita told me, but I found something... a battery, Marx called it. I think I ran across that name in one of the Mychenian scrolls I read on ancient magic...

It activated some sort of portal. I took too close a look at it, and it pulled me through. I found myself in a completely different section of the Complex. After taking a look around, I managed to activate another portal which sent me back to the entrance. Once I had made my way back to the others, Marx freaked out at a headcrab.

I calmed him down with the surprise of talking to him in flawless Mychenian. Afterwards, we headed back to North Tek, where I told him what had happened and of my lost wings. Jakrian suggests that I use the magic I have left to try another experiment, changing my form. Perhaps I will... But first I need an eagle feather.

My next voyage will abandon the mystery of the Complex for now, and seek my race's past in the Catacombs. Minita has warned me not to, for sake of 'my racial pride', but unfortunately, I must see for myself what is so wrong about that place. I managed to obtain the key from the Mapmaker in Peen Canyon; he's a friend of Norr. My next voyage... to the Inhuman Catacombs!

---Exceprt from the Exploration Log of Prythian, on the subject of secrets
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Who is it that I see
In the mirror looking back at me
Drunkard with an explorer's soul
Eyes empty and black as coal

Lost wings itching at me
The itch of magic bursting free
Itching back and itching mind
Itches that I have to hide

Friends surrounding me for now
Friends that know the how
Of lost wings being torn
And not giving any scorn

So I soar on wings unknown
Wings different from my own
Forgotten wings are the same
Wings that exceed their name

Glide over all the earth
Wings helping aid the search
Forgotten wings are not lost
They are always worth the cost

---A poem, enscribed into the inside of the cover of the Exploration Log of Prythian recently. 

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