Turag’s Personal Notes
Well it may have taken my death, but at least I got to see my true hero, my Father Norlig. Let me explain.
It all started with the fact that it seems that even psychics could not locate us when we went to the center of the Earth. Therefore we were declared dead! We came back, and of course had no idea that this was the case until we came to the Embrace, our local bar and job source. ThorFrid was the first to go there, and she met my Father, Norlig. She let us all know that we had been declared dead, and let me know that my Father was there. Needless to say, I rushed over.
Norlig is understated, and I feel I have gotten that from him- a factual accounting will be the answer to any question. Therefore I quickly found out that he was on day 7 of the standard mourning ritual for a Trimadore death, and he nonchalantly told me that day 7 is the best day to return from the dead.
A quick aside about my Father. Norlig may speak slowly, as I do, but he is not to be underestimated. Even at his advanced age he is a skilled Elemental Fusionist, controlling the elements of air and fire! He is still a force to reckon with! I was thinking of his prowess as he asked of my time in the strange center of the Earth. I related our encounters, telling him of Silas the Great and our interactions with the strange race of boneless humanoids, and of the Saurians, and all of the weirdness we ran into down there. He listened attentively, asking pointed questions as he always has.
He was wondrous with my friends. He complimented each one, individually, saying to Keegan that he had always respected the Judge Corp, and letting Valdus know that my mother, his wife, was also a skilled psychic.
I could go on and on, and we spent wondrous days together, as he talked with me as I worked on Keegan’s new sword, which still has weeks to go, but is coming along nicely. Strangely, I am glad I was reported dead- it allowed me to spend time with my father!
Author note- I will be adding a video that relates to most logs. This one is from the jazz great, Horace Silver.