*1127 AE*
Dagda came by my quarters today in a dandy mood. Asked if I'd like to take a trip down to Tyria proper—something about an errand for Isgarren. Maybe it's 'cause I haven't been back since the ascension, but it took everything to hide my excitement.
I couldn't explain it; so much of my former life is shrouded, just beyond reach, so why am I so giddy? Am I...broken? Possessed? I should get checked out before we leave.
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Our journey began at a large monastery hewn inside a mountain, touted as "the largest library and archive in Tyria." Yak crap, I said. We wandered its torchlit halls shrouded in our altered forms; Dagda as an asura and me simply appearing as stone. In hindsight, had I known we'd run into another scalding dwarf, I might've tried something else. I don't think this Ogden bloke knew me—not that I'd know. Fortunately, Dagda got what she came for and we hightailed it out of there.
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*Didn't expect to run into destroyers, but the ruins were crawling with them. I had to split just to keep them off Dagda as she magically picked the door's quad-stoned runelock. Emotion led them away on a wild goose chase while I warded the hallway to the door. A damn shame I didn't get to solve the rune puzzle myself. —Logic*
*That's what you're upset about, you slag-brained nitwit? What about me and my well-being? I was nearly thrown into magma! —Emotion*
After I merged, Dagda and I descended slowly into a chasm of stars. At the bottom was a massive cavern, its walls glittering with the light of precious gems. There, we found our prize. Sparks of Deldrimor floated above the cavern lake's opalescent waters. Dagda carried out her business as I watched a pair of shimmering cosmic fish circle one another in perfect sync. Ebb and flow. Just like me.
*The bottom of the page is torn away. You wonder where the missing piece may be. Is it nearby?*