Well we began exploring an unfortunate island. Thick thorny underbrush covered the island and seemed to hunger for human blood. The ambiance was terrifyingly depressing, and overcame my heart with apathy. I dug deep inside and thought of what makes me happy, and thought of Aibreann. Without a thought, I palymorphed into an eagle, and headed back to the ship. The gnomish crewmen tried to strike me down with a grappling hook, I think to sup on my eagle flesh. I dove into the water and struggled to make it to the ship. I will need to learn to swim.
After resting the night, I traveled back to the island to check on my companions. Oddly I located them easily enough checking out the ruin of a tower. I found a dagger, picked it up, and it began forcing its will onto me. I warned my companions about its effect, but they ignored me. I cannot seem to contemplate this reaction. It then compelled me to attack Cedric.
Now a priest attacking a fully armored paladin with a dagger should have been a easy enough to subdue. I was outnumbered three to one. Not to mention that two of the three outnumbering me had healing magics. Any damage that I could have cause, could have been healed once my mind was my own again. Yet Stone thought it best to kill me or chop off my hand. I do not understand that mad devil of a dwarf. I do not understand if Stone is feeble minded or wicked. I don’t know how to reconcile my duty to my unit with serving with this foul creature.
The fey queen Narissa’s home, prison or resting place . . . I am uncertain. The island was writhe with willow-the-wisps. I am certain one stole my long sword. I can’t wait to go back.