As I sit to write this, I hope I live to one day see the end of all this madness, and have the light once again return to Ellspire. I had for the first time in my life been separated from my brother Tannis, and that's when it all started to go wrong. I clearly remember the clearing where the sword had cut deeply into my cheek; the poison burned with in me until my mind was numb. That searing pain completely overwhelmed me and had it not been for Cyres, I would have perished before we even made it down into the tunnels. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the gruesome sights and unspeakable horrors that filled those once peaceful caverns. It was in that encompassing darkness that I found Orin, and in that remarkable discovery the key to merging a once lost civilization to my own fading world. Despite all we have faced together, and the countless lives that have been lost along the way, I know that the very instant the Divines brought myself, Cyres, and Orin together in the depths of that dark mountain, was the very day that made the trolls tremble and the governing darkness question and second guess all its carefully set plans. Traversing those long dark tunnels was the first time that I was forced to face the darkness, both in my own mind and within the utter depths of Ellspire. -Hidden Journals of Jadeance of Tigman Volume II 5E-863.