Ta'winn Darkwalker - A New Beginning
Ta’winn Darkwalker - A New Beginning We are having a break from the arduous training that General Thorrel has us doing and I have a few moments to start this journal. It's one of the quaint customs that people seem to do in this new land that I’ve adopted… is keeping a journal. A journal isn’t something that I felt was necessary in the Shadowfell, but here where life has so much meaning, it feels necessary. Besides, I don't ever want to forget how I felt during these first months in this new world. Where to begin… I’ve lived my life in the shadows, and, for a long time, it was all I knew. In the Shadowfell, we Shadar-Kai are hunters, tasked with keeping order in a world that rejects it. I’d spent over two centuries roaming that realm of gray and silence, hunting creatures twisted by the darkness. My name carried weight there; “Darkwalker” they called me, a figure who drifted through the gloom with spectral arrows and silent steps. My path was one of necessity, not of choice,