Now that I have attained Level 2 among my people, ye shall see a more powerful Arden than otherwise might have been known.
The Resurrection of Arden the Wanderer. I, Arden, have died but am alive again! I awoke again for the 1st time. I am mesmerized by it. I felt like it was a waking dream. I shall motive for better.
Expert in the Artist Skill is what I am now. I shall use the Artist Skill towards meh ultimate goal.
I, Arden the Wanderer, was attacked by a Bully and was victorious in combat.
Arden the Wanderer is raised. This be a mass escape into fantasy, for who knew that it would take mine 2nd resuscitation to be lost in wonder.
Worship of Libera
I set up a temporary alter just outside of the Town earlier today. I sat for a long while, meditating. It was long enough that the sun had changed positions an obvious amount. I focused on the harmony of magic all around me: the breeze softly caressing my skin, the insect buzzing a few feet away, and the call of the birds above my head.
Reflections on your father
My father left years ago. I vaguely remember the topic of war and battles when I asked my mother about him as a child, so I assume he was a soldier of some sort. After Arlinda found me, though, I wonder if there was another truth. Was he truly a soldier as she had said, or was he just with his other family? Sometimes I feel a little bit of resentment toward Arlinda, but it's relatively easy to push it aside. Our parents are gone, and all we have is each other. My father gave me this, I suppose.
A Woodsman died due to my unique combat skills.