The Searcher - And the Story of Ausar Ravenmoon Familiar & The Curse Grows

-Ausar why must you perplex me so? Do you have my answer or not? your useless rambling serves only yourself!! Dont you see I have a greater purpose? No I Suppose you don't do you? You don't Even remember me...

Torn Page from Ausar Ravenmoon's journal, Written in Draconic

We Left the unconscious slaver with Yulia, That Woman I absolutely hate her. The only reason we did this was because I Messed up and got hurt, badly. We returned to the tavern to have myself patched up and the others ate. We needed to gather some supplies and Umbrie wanted to scout ahead to the pits. I Scurried up a drain pipe to a roof and found a pouch with a silver disk in it. It had the design of a crescent moon on it Their was also a note that wanted me to go to a well at night.

Then I saw Gale and Markum. Gale is the nice blonde one and Markum is the weird one, but I like them better than Yulia. Much better. I follow by rooftop for awhile then when they entered a shop with papers and books I had an Idea. I want to be their friend, I don't quite know why. Just a feeling I get. *But paper and books are flammable*

 "But I have a purpose as long as I don't get exited or angry I should be fine,Fyrentennimar"

Yes I named the curse, well actually she named herself.

I Run into the store right as the goblin places the...goods? or wares? which is it? Oh well. I forgot about the disk in my hand as I pay for them and the goblin gives me a book, a big book. I shove that in my pack and rush out.

We begin to head back to the warehouse we left the slaver and Yulia At and once more I hear

*Burn them, kill them, it would be so easy*

I look to the Dwarves on the street and reply "No We will be caught or Markum and Gale might notice and kill me, I have a short enough time as it is already"

*Do it*

A spear of dark fire appears in my hand and I run forward to the alleyway and burn the first thing I see, a pile of garbage. I scream and fall to my knees clutching my head. Gale and Markum look worried but I wave to them to continue on

"Shut Up"

*I Refuse*

"Why? Why do you continue to torment me? Haven't you had enough fun. You had your own life 1000 years of burning and pillaging"

*No, You have me wrong, and no I have not had enough fun*

I rise and Continue walking, something bad is going to happen I know it, yet death is simply another part of life. As Kelemvor Once said. So I walk on Unto my fate

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The events in the warehouse are fuzzy, and I want to forget them. I almost killed everyone, Everyone. I had to use the last resort, The leylines in this city are strong, i nearly froze myself solid. When I woke Yulia stood next to me, my sleeve was torn. She must have seen. I grab her leg and tell her to wait. I rip out the page in my book. The entry the curse took hold.

"I Don't like you but you might as well know" and I throw the page to her

The next thing I remember is awaking on the roof of the Tavern, dusk is falling and I remember that note. I reach for my pack and realize it must be in the room Umbrie got. I run into the room and grab the note from my pack and give it to the closest person. Gale. He looks at it, and looks at me then hands it to Markum. It hits me He can't read.

We rush off to the well and find another disk, and a note telling me to go alone that began the long night of puzzles and riddles. At the end I met her. My curse, a much younger version of Fyrentennimar, yet seeing her calms me and i feel like I can now go longer periods of time before I begin to go Crazy again. I return to the room in the tavern. I avoid the gaze of Umbrie and enter the closet in the room and curl into a ball and almost weep.

Fyrentennimar licks my cheek with her long forked tongue *It wasn't your fault*

"I Burned her. That girl I burned her, and everyone else"

*If you have to blame someone blame the original version of me!*

"But that girl, who is she? Why do I feel like I have to protect her?"

*That is yet to come*

And so I sleep

-I know the answer that he does not, and I suppose some others have guessed true at this point as well. But I am the Searcher of knowledge. Not the Weaver of fate, and not the Narrator of this story I live to serve myself not you the viewer. Take your guess and remember Death is a Tool to be Used