I set out to learn what I could about Gilden, and the fate of my friend Karin. Along the way I learned that a great army was approaching, and that alone I wouldn't be able to go further. I headed back to Silverbridge and got involved with a small band that was sent out to slow the advance of the enemy hordes at the small town Zafiro.
The recent events in Kerond have taken everyone by surprise. I find it impossible to believe the reports, but everyone is saying the entire city of Gilden has been destroyed by some great cataclysmic event, and all that remains is a giant crater. At the center some type of portal has opened, and an army of orcs and other beasts has begun pouring through destroying everything in their path. There are many rumors and much speculation about the cause and who is responsible – I simply don't know what to believe. However if the reports are true, I may have lost a great friend and mentor.
As with most, my life is full of events which are perhaps of interest to none other than myself.
I have decided to record my story here not to impress others, nor because I believe anything which might follow is of any great import. I do it to honor a man who first set me on my current path, and taught me that all knowledge, no matter the source, may someday be of use in ways we cannot foresee. As he often said, "knowledge itself, is the greatest quest of all."