The following was a series of posts I found mysteriously in my journal.
No one but myself can even read my journal, let alone write to it. This
is rather mysterious.

Apparently, according to many of my friends, a few of which I trust
(grin) I have been spent a large portion of the day Possessed by an
Occultist named Kedrow Tallon who, at the time of my possession, was
involved in the war of the Black Wave.

These are the entries which I can only assume he put into my journal.
Oddly enough, not everything that occured, occured in this time period,
or so it would seem. I post to public on request, and make no claims to
my sanity at the moment.


"Journal", Page 2, by Rocktamer
My name is Kedrow Tallon, Occultist of the Ashtan Cabal. This appears
not to by my diary, but it does not repel my hand. I will use it to
record the events as of late.

Many odd things have happened, but I will start with the beginning of my
... "Delusions."

Fighting alongside my captain, we were ambushed in the Aalen from the
west. The Tsol'teth (I will henceforth call them the enemy, their name
hurts my senses to much to write or mutter) proved stronger than we'd
anticipated. Many of my brothers have fallen. Soul cage proved to be
insufficient as Occultist after Occultist fell. This is not to
short-change our Monk allies, who fought with much strength.
What is interesting, oddly enough, is not the war. Such is a very common
journal entry. Nay, we retreated deep into the mountains of Vashnar, the
enemy in pursuit. In a cave, a heavy object struck my head. Although
covered with a thick Helm, I must have passed out. The time was
midnight.

The next I remember, I was running along the highway, toward the North
of the town of Thera. I assume instinct had taken over, and I ran for my
life. Finding a group of people North of Thera, I proceeded to tend to
my wounds. What struck me is how seemingly apathetic these people were.
Discussing the most innane subjects. Someone turned to me and said "Hey
Rock."

My father had always used that term to refer to those of a stubborn
nature. He could insult a person without them knowing. They'd think he
meant they were "strong as a rock," but he really meant they were "dumb
as a rock." For that reason, I took offense to this man.

The spirit of battle still flowing through my veins, which I had not yet
realized were cold-blooded (I will explain in a moment) I turned to this
man .. this, Vashu, and attempted to Decay him. As I reached my finger
out to stroke him, I sensed now power of Death and Decay in my being! He
stood there, and I felt like a bit of a fool.

"Where is the front?" I questioned, all turning to me with wonder. This
... Warlock ... Coran was there, but he claimed his name was Uthor. This
name rings a bell, I must remember what it means.

They tell me I am not who I say I am. They say I am Rocktamer. What a
ridiculous name. I mean, who names their child "Rocktamer"? Apparently,
some sort of Lizard-Like creature, because I now found that I had a tail
and scales. I much more hardy, strong form than my former human self.
However, I noted that the health elixers I was sipping were much less
effective.

While the people there tried to convince me I was not who I said I was,
an odd feeling overtook me. A feeling that I was dreaming, but not sure
what was the dream, and what was real. This new land I was in phased out
for a moment, as I saw arrows streaming across the sky. The arrows
disappeared. A feeling of fear surrounded me, and then the people around
me disappeared. I was, once again, on the battlefield.

----- Kedrow Tallon

Update:
They are coming, more of them. We continue to fight, but they have
acquired stronger crossbows, their range and accuracy has increased. We
will still prevail.

Agith'maal, Tsol'teth Overlord has slain many of our champions. We fight
on.

As I finished my previous sentence, the call came that the fighting has
started up again. I must go. May this journal not end here.

Update: night of ... I don't know when.
The fighting was long, and we lost many more. The fighting will resume
soon, as my company is resting for the night, while another takes the
front.

Update: Back in the strange land
Where do I begin ... they came before we were prepared. They defeated
many to break through the line. As I ran, knowing the fighting would be
useless, I was struck with a venomed arrow in the right arm. The
battlefield turned grey, and my vision faded. The sun glared in my eyes.
The sun ... it was night. This ... this is what happened before. They
attack in the night, I come to this strange land in the day. This is
what happened again. The arrow struck, the moon lit the sky. All of the
sudden, the Sun blinds me, and I am back in this strange land. These
people crowding to the north of Thera.

The arrow was sticking out of my arm. Only now I was this ... Xorani?
This lizard creature, once again. I snapped the arrow off, then pulled
the arrowhead from my arm with less pain than expected. I friendly
priest healed my wounds. Linus, his name was.

I hope to rest in this Strange land again, that my worries may not
trouble me for a while.
Update: Back in the strange land (The future perhaps)
They have told me that Occultists no longer use Necromancy. We use
Occultism now (real inventive name). How odd this is, I haven't learned
to use it yet. But my Necromancy would not work.

They insist that I am in the future, some 300 years after the fall of
... the Selucarian Empire. I have seen things that might lead me more to
believe it. I'm so tired, I will finish tomorrow.

Update: 3 days into the new Battle
I wake up, and I"m back on the battlefield. My eyes open, and I stand
next to 300 men, all ready for battle. We fought long, we fought hard.
The enemy is using some sort of charming spell, it is putting our own
peons against us. Our own allies are attacking us. We have to retreat,
out of fear of killing our own people. The Occultists, with their
strength of mind, resist. The Monks, with their training in Telepathy
are also unaffected. The "possessed" are cured when they wander too
close to the Shrines. We have Monks using mind control to force them to
the shrines. The enemy has started killing those affected before we can
save them. A medium-sized group, along with myself, is going to go in
and stop these monsters from killing our allies as we try to save them.

Update: Mission status
We are swarmed by the enemy, but we have saved many. They swarm down on
me like gnats, and my essence is low. <This section covered with
blood>ound ... the charm of disloyalty ... I swear an image in my mind,
for a moment, Agith'maal, Tsol'teth Overlord stood before me. There was
<This section covered with blood> before them. He commanded to show me
this journal. He .. he read all that was written. He gave it back to me,
and smiled widely. What does this mean. I broke the charm premature to
his liking. Noticing I was no longer under his control, he lunged toward
me. I was quickly covered in my own blood, but still breath<This section
covered with blood>ran and lost him. I am hiding now, hoping he doesn't
find me before I can make my move back to base. I will<This section
covered with blood> a few moments.

Update: back in the strange land
I have returned here once again. I come, covered in blood, most of which
has dried. A large group of Tsol'teth rushed down to our position,
blades drawn. We fought, I fell, one of them prepared for the crushing
blow. The priest Linus comes seemingly out of no where. I was gone
again, back in the strange land. Linus healed my wounds completely
without any need to ask. He's a kind soul. But I can't get the images of
death out of my head. If you see this .... Rock .. tamer, is that your
real name or a nickname? This all must mean something. Prepare. The
Tsol'teth are resourceful, they may know about this ... time rift, if it
does exist and I am not mad.
Update: By Rocktamer
Upon finding this page in my journal, I will attempt to add things as
they happen to me, rather than this "Kedrow." I don't know what's going
on, but whatever, could be interesting.

I remember waking up in the Aalen forest with a serious headwound, and
Linus, Ariston, Kellur, and perhaps a few others around me. I don't know
if this is relevant. I'm gonna go see if a FFA is going on now, I'm
kinda antsy.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 336 AF.