Until Dawn - The Journey begins
"It is impossible to think of how this all began, where the carnage started and when everything this realm knew about war was thrown out the window. Many will point to the events of the Great rift as the time where it all began. When Araya and his forces marched into our realm and began to take cities by storm, nobody was prepared. I watched as many hero's were born in these initial conflicts, born in the fires that would consume them and made their stories forgotten by most. But i was always watching, always judging and always faithful to my duties toward Araya. In that first year when most armies tried to fight this war like the wars of old, i faced many souls who were angry. Angry at the fact that they were now in the realm of this 'monster' that they fought to the death against, and that i had the nerve to judge them on their life when my kind was responsible for their death. But i never questioned why i judged, nor did i question Araya. But time has a funny way of corrupting an incorruptible soul. As time dragged on and the souls of those i watched kept flooding in, each as angry as the last, i began to do something i have never done in my existence. I looked back on the details of the past instead of watching the present. I looked back at that day in Ilba, that day where numerous souls came for my judgement, and looked at what happened. And let me tell you i believe that Araya is right but doing it all wrong"
Begining of a letter adressed to the King Sla'din of the Saurial people.
3 days prior
A feeling fell upon The Watcher, one that he has never experienced before. Before he crossed the plane a year after Araya did he had never felt an emotion. Always feeling nothing but satisfaction as every soul faced justice on his watch. But in this past year he began to feel emotions for the first time, and by now The Watcher has felt them all, anger, sadness, hopelessness and fear. But he has never felt the emotion that now flooded his mind. The Watcher was uncertain about his plan, uncertain that everything he had risked in crossing over and everything he had fought for thus far would be for nothing if nobody answered his call. This uncertainty was something he had never dealt with when he was watching over this realm, every decision he made and every soul he judged was justified by the code of the Que'nya. He never questioned himself like he did now, and it was something his entire existence had never prepared him for. But The Watcher knew he would have to stomach this new feeling, he knew he had his hands full with the group he was to lead on this mission. He had sent over fifty letters to those who had the potential to help him and he knew not all would respond. He felt another feeling mixing with the uncertianty, one that made him raise his head up high as he closed in on the main gate of Alberich. One that was hope, hope that those that did show up would follow him not only on the quest to kill his master, but on a quest to redeem their souls.
As he entered the main gate of this massive city he caught stares from all those who stood guard. It was clear that they had never seen the armor of the great warriors from the frozen islands north of the main continent. The Watcher already had a tall frame, but the added bulk from this armor made The Watcher stand out even more and this made him nervous. He was baelnorn, and as far as every person here knew the baelnorn were the blood thirsty killers that stalked the land far beyond the mountains. The Watcher kept walking, never looking back and trying to keep to the shadows as best as he could. He made his way to a house across the street from the White Scribes Inn, one owned by someone he had met over the past three months and one whos life he had saved from bandits. He allowed The Watcher to stay in the top room for the next couple days and lay the seeds of his plan, so that it could work. He would first need to get the bartender to agree to letting The Watcher and whom ever showed up a private gathering inside, he would also need to gather enough supplies for the long journey ahead.
The Watcher looked on at the Inn from across the street. Everything he had set about to do he accomplished. He had told the bartender about his son whom had died in battle, he had told him he was there with him when he passed and how his last words were to tell his dad he was sorry. The bartender ate up The Watcher's story, though he was indeed watching over his soul one year prior he was not there. But by lying to this man he had managed to secure the Inn for just he and those whom had a letter. Secondly he had done what he had thought was impossible, he had managed to secure enough supplies to get them at least over the mountains. This was no easy feat, lying to the bartender was easy enough but lying to seasoned traders was something near impossible. They were used to people trying to cheat them out of their goods, and more importantly The Watcher never watched over any of their sons or daughters. He came close to revealing too much information to them but managed to get away with saying that the supplies and horses used were to fight Araya where it would make a difference. This took the better part of a day, with The Watcher walking around town in the heavy armor that everyone still took notice to. But now he found himself back in the mans house, on the top floor looking out the window towards the inn. Noticing people walking into the Inn across the street, the Watcher made a mental note to wait till everyone arrived before he made his appearance. He was never one for theatrics when he judged, but he knew he would need to make an appearance before these so called hero's.