Stardate 060719.9

Captain's Log:

Not much along the lines of comments today; however, I am going to post a section of my book that I wrote today. This is only the rough draft, so it has quite a ways to go. This will be the opening of the book, in first person, and it is from the view of the main character.

Daylight was fading as we made our way west, sailing across the blue expanse of the Altheon, and I began to wonder if I had made the right decision in undertaking this journey. The four of us who remain are worn to the bone of the evil that hunts us at every turn. When I think back on that fateful day; back when I made the choice to search out the stone of Agathon and return it to the city of Dunrel—our city.
Grief and sorrow pierce my heart with every memory of this cursed venture. I regret bringing anyone along; however I do not see that I had any other choice. The journey has been one I could not have survived alone. I have lost three of my closest friends to the various perils we have faced through this last month. To lose another now, I fear, would break my will to continue, and all hope would be lost.
The stone is vital to the salvation of our city, for a great army from the northern country of Sorit has invaded our lands and threatened to overrun us. They carry with them great evil in the form of an Ortan. Ortans, so they tell me, is capable of opening a rift or hole in the fabric of our world and allows vile creatures from the netherworld to enter our land.
Only one other time in history has this happened, and the demon armies came much to close to destroying the world in which we live. They were stopped, as the legend states, by the Stone of Agathon. Back then, three full ages ago, the stone was inlaid in its proper place atop the staff of Agathon. When joined, the staff and the stone combine to make a powerful talisman; the holes rent by the Ortan can only be closed with the magic channeled from the staff through the stone.
How the Sorites came in to possession of an Ortan, I know not, but if we do not return with the stone, the armies of the netherworld with conquer our lands and kill us all. The Sorites must not realize that when the demons are finished with us, they will turn and kill or enslave those who released them. The reason why I was chosen, along with those who accompany me, is quite a story in itself. My name is Lorimer Wynten, and this is the story of our peril.

I realize that I repeat a few words quite a few times, but I will rectify that by the second time around. It will also be longer, but I need to think of what else needs to be added to help with setting up the story. I will be back tomorrow, maybe with more story.

Lorimer