Law and chaos

I stayed in the end. Only for a bit, of course, but I felt like there was more that I could learn there. I did a bit of asking around and then sought out the druid of the Verrid tribe; an orc woman about ten years my senior called Yitril Redrain. Her apprentice isn't touched by the everstorm but is well versed and devout, to a cult of the primordial there. Yirtil too was fonder of the everstorm than any person should be in my books, but made me see that there are promises worth making to keep myself pure. I feel cleaner now than before, and more powerful too.
Yirtril herself is an interesting chareter. I don't know where she got the name Redrain but I know she wasn't born with it. Something about her manner and the way the others look at her makes me feel like it probably wasn't savory. But she's a good teacher and has guided me towards a closer understanding of my connection to "our lord of the sky". I don't know how much the part of the everstorm that pulls at my soul is a lord of anything: when I reach out there is no voice and no direction, just that feeling of primordial chaos that is the one true power over all.
 
It couldn't last forever, and in many ways I'm glad to be away from the weird looks and sense of unease. Back with my own little tribe of misfits, with their own stories to tell. It seems that whilst I have been listening to words of force and violence Kauri and Frald have been letting their own little gods fill their heads with ideas about life and preservation. They both say they swore not to kill. At all. Utterly baffling and totally pointless, but I guess you gotta let people think what they want. George is his same cunning clever self, and Mel looks slightly pleased with himself, and better kept than I've seen in a while.
 
We headed off on this errand for wraith, and while I am astonished by the city we found beneath the waves it seems wrong. Perfectly preserved, for untold years, and full of magic so powerful we can but dream. The library we went to was kept by this powerful golem, who seemed to think we were some remenants of this ancient people. We got out books, then returned to wraith who wants us to take him down himself.
Sitting here in this perfect model of a city I feel far away from the everstorm. Like the magical barriers and wards of this place are somehow fending it off. I tried to look at the balance of the place, and it is full of primordial lawfulness. It makes me uncomfortable to say the least, but there's nothing I can do, Frald reminded me of that. And as much as I might disagree with him, in the end he has the tribe's best interests at heart. Maybe if I'd learnt that sooner instead of chasing my rigid ideas about the right way of doing everything, my life would have taken a very different track.