Editing Game-Summaries:11/17/2018 Recollections (section)

==Recollections by Amon==
Dying is...unpleasant. If the fates are kind, it will not be an experience I enjoy again for many years to come. Given the dangers we face, and the frequency with which we face them, of course, I do not expect the fates to be overfond. I write this account -my first in some time- in the hopes that some record of our most recent misadventure might make it back to the others in the Order, should we fail to emerge from the darkness one more time. We stand before a gap in the frozen ground at the ass end of the world, the [[Frostlands]], making preparations to delve within. Our hope, bolstered by the words of our most recent associate, the wizard [[Steel]], is to find and bring to justice the dark elf wizard [[Imphraezl]], who has eluded us for many months since our last encounter at [[Fort Malto]]. Given his demonstrated control of magical forces far beyond the abilities I once possessed at the height of my pact with <s>[[Taiia]]</s>- with an ancient unknowable evil, I do not feel the confidence in our certain victory that I present outwardly to the others.

We arrived here at the behest of [[Steel]], who approached us during a training day at the Keep yesterday morning. He informed us that he needed our aid in giant slaying to disrupt a proposed alliance between two giant tribes, and that providing that assistance would lead us to [[Imphraezl]]. Seeing the threat such an alliance might cause for the surrounding region, we agreed to be teleported to the location of their planned meeting to do what we could. Through careful planning, acquired knowledge of the terrain, and a modicum of luck and the grace of holy [[Taiia]], we prevailed in battle against both factions, despite the odds and the seeming unearthly powers possessed by the two giant kings, and did so with no casualties. The intervention of a dragon dispatched any remaining giants in the aftermath of the fight, and graciously opened up access to the chasm we currently prepare to enter. 

As to the particulars, I must leave that to the others, memories of our conflict little more than a blur of fear and violence. The voices no longer whisper to me. Though I know now their foul origin, their absence still leaves me adrift, unsure of my continued place in the Order and among the Magisters. The battlefield, once my home, seems a foreign land to me. My new magic is unfamiliar, though useful to the others, is not the exultation of death and judgment of the power I once possessed. My lady's grace is now granted in truth, but while it proved vital in keeping the others alive yet I felt the absence of my more destructive abilities all too clearly as I cowered in frigid steel armor that still feels unnatural around me. Perhaps time and continued practice are needed, but time is not on our side today.

No matter. Our cause is just, our weapons ready. If we prevail, then by Her light may I find a purpose once more.