Leef keeps an adventuring journal at the behest of his late husband, Heath. It chronicles the adventures of the Second Order of the Dragonlords from their first meeting at the Sour Vintage.

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  • Part 25: City
    I’m finally able to write. And, Heath, I have so much to write about! It’s been an arduous day, what with the situation with King Acastus and everything about this city. We’re back at Shadow’s home, the Starfall Estate, and everyone is sleeping right now. Except for me. But I’ll get to that in a second. We left the palace and found ourselves in a kind of procession. Everyone here is very excited that we, the heroes of prophecy, helped save the city by imploring the gods to fight against Amalj’aa. I have to admit I rather enjoyed the attention. ...

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  • Part 1: Marks
    My love, it’s now been nine months to the day since we parted ways. I miss you terribly. It hurts to think about you, but I believe you’re still with me, even now. I know you never liked it when I do this, but I’m dressed up as you. Even wearing your clothes! Can you believe that? I know you would scold me, but it works. Besides, I think I look rather dashing right now. Something awful happened. Mother and I got on the ship, like you and I had talked about. We sailed away from Ylisse. A storm came on ...
  • Part 2: Oracle
    Maybe I am a hero after all! But my companions know too much about me now. I can’t keep this a secret any longer. The entrance of the temple was guarded by some fire fiends, but we took care of them. Inside the temple were some soldiers with what Actaeon said were the markings of Amalj’aa. He said they weren’t supposed to be there. They tried to fight us, but Clio and Actaeon made short work of them. The acolytes of the temple were thrilled, but said that the Oracle was gone. We had spared one of the soldiers and tied him ...
  • Part 3: Heroes
    Heath, it’s been four days since I last wrote. Not much happened on the road so far, so I didn’t have anything to write. Making the oath of fellowship was a good thing. I don’t know what kind of power oaths have in the Emerald Isles, but I can feel it changing things for us. Briar and Clio, until this point, usually had kept to themselves as they were the only feykind. But with the oath made between all of us, they joined our conversations much more often. I was constantly asking questions about the Emerald Isles and I was afraid ...
  • Part 4: Sacrifice
    I had a nightmare. Sure, my dreams have been dark lately. But this was different. I heard a voice. She kept saying things about mocking me as one of the Oracle’s Chosen. I saw an old man, wrinkled and withered. The voice spoke about life dripping out of him while a large knife took his life. What would happen to his soul, she asked. I woke with a start and found myself in the dark. I hate the dark so much. My mind was so muddled that I could not speak. At least, that’s what I thought at first. I wanted ...
  • Part 5: Festivities
    I am so extremely tired. It has been an extremely long day. I am a little tipsy, so I’m going to focus and write all of this before I fall asleep. Long story short, we did not die. Thaos and his cronies told us that our sacrifice had been fulfilled according to the terms that I – as Princess Anora – had set forth. They were so angry with us, but they could do nothing. A centurion from Vaevictus’s palace guided us through the streets back to see the king. The people were celebrating our victory! I guess a lot ...
  • Part 6: Tree
    We’ve rested for a moment and have decided to move on. Briar is more calm now, and her friend Herkus is in the form of an owl-squirrel and… I guess he is taking up residence in her hair. I was going to offer to comb it for Briar later, but I’m glad I didn’t. Otherwise where would Herkus hide? What an odd thing to write. Corinna led us towards a place called the Mossy Temple. I’m a little surprised we had traveled this far, but the Horn of Selesnya was important to us being heroes. Corinna told us that her friends ...
  • Part 7: One
    Here’s the rest of tonight’s story. We gathered ourselves together and ascended the stairs again. I led the way with Actaeon and Torag, indicating where Briar and I had scouted ahead. The first door was wear we heard the goatlings bleating. The second door had nothing but silence beyond it. Actaeon decided to investigate the first door, barging through, and Torag followed him. I heard a shriek as two strange women attacked him. I don’t know how to describe them, other than they looked human. But they also looked like the satyrs down the stairs. Much later, I learned that ...
  • Part 8: Preparation
    Today was a lovely day. At least, I think it was. As a party, I believe we have grown closer together and are better for it. Individually, we are broken people to a degree, but together we are formidable. A lot of things happened as we prepared for the next leg of our journey. I’ll do my best to explain everything. We started the morning by visiting Aesop in the Dragonshrine. Dia left us and said she had business to attend to in the amphitheater. As we approached the shrine, we saw a large crowd gathered. There was music and singing ...
  • Part 9: Campfire
    I got the chance to write to you a little more tonight. We thought we would camp outside, but Actaeon insisted we found some sort of shelter further ahead. Shadow, able to see well in the dark, spotted a cave ahead of us. I lit our little lantern and followed him and Actaeon into it. Nothing nasty living in here, so that’s a good thing! Briar made us a campfire and we settled down for the night. Shadow was still injured but he wanted to keep watch at the cave entrance. For a while, none of us spoke. I wrote my ...
  • Part 10: Meteor
    I am beginning to think we may not have another peaceful day for a long time. I daresay my life in the Emerald Isles is full of chaos, much more so than the life we shared back in Ylisse. It was simpler back then. The greatest threat to our normal routine was that girl who kept finding knives and chasing me. Or the boy who kept throwing me in the river. Today, lizardmen tried to shoot poison-tipped darts at me. I mean, all of these people meant to kill me, to be sure. But the lizardmen had actual weapons instead ...
  • Part 11: Stench
    The centaurs that surprised us did not try to kill us, so thank the Morninglord for that! As it turned out, Briar was familiar with the tribe. She called them the Noya tribe, one of the four (or is it five?) tribes of centaurs of the Emerald Isles. They were dressed in bronze mail, which is why I think we were a little on edge when they appeared. But Chief Hakar was very cordial and polite, something I myself was not suspecting. Not that Briar is impolite or anything! She’s just a little awkward around people. And the Vega tribe we ...
  • Part 12: Vice
    It has been quite the day today! All of that walking, traveling, and adventuring makes me tired. I’ve been with the heroes of prophecy for almost a month now, longer with Shadow since he and I are traveling buddies, but I’m not used to this much travel. Even when you and I used to go to the cities to the north on the missions, travel was much simpler. We had the cart and the horse. As I’m writing this, I don’t think I’ve even seen a horse here in the Emerald Isles yet. But travel with the heroes of prophecy ...
  • Part 13: Withhold
    This ordeal has been a lot to bear today. I’m writing this as we take a breather in the forge. I’m in a foul mood and- It doesn’t matter. No matter what, I’m still going to be the hero that the Emerald Isles needs. I’m in the right. Sorry, this has started out as a disaster. My mind is racing, my heart is beating fast, and… It’s already been just a long day, Heath. Let me start over. We rested in the cavern of the forge while Shadow went to bring Dia and Triple in. Dia would be much happier if she were ...
  • Part 14: Forge
    Cindra pointed the way to the forge, warning us of a dangerous beast inside. She said her contract was in there. It was an old stone tablet written with dwarvish runes. We prepared ourselves for danger, despite the tension between us all at the moment. For my part, I had my magic prepared to help heal the warriors at my side. I wish I could say we were on friendly terms and ready to fight as a team. Oh, Heath, I wish you were here. Even around these people, I felt so completely alone. The forge was a large, fiery room ...
  • Part 15: Relight
    This has been one very horrible day, and it doesn’t seem to be ending. Torag is fine now. He’s sitting up again and talking with his father and Azorius. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can guess it’s something private and I shouldn’t be eavesdropping. We gave the Forgekeeper the contract. She used her heat and melted it into fiery bits, though she reiterated her Oath of Service with Shadow. Shadow and Clio both said to Cindra that she had been imprisoned for far too long. Clio even apologized to her for their harsh treatment. They must have ...
  • Part 16: Vapor
    I have just a short chance to write tonight. Everyone is sleeping now, some a little more restless than others. I am happy to say that we all are doing well for the time being. Actaeon did something bad to everyone else, but they’ll sleep it off. Well, I hope so. So here’s what happened after we slew the troglodyte king. The forge stunk terribly still, being full of dead troglodytes. I asked Azorius if he thought it would be okay for us to put the bodies down the pit. That’s when we learned that he knew nothing of this pit. That ...
  • Part 17: Friendship
    Today was a long day of travel, but I think it went pretty well. There has been a lot of tension between members of our little group again. Although I’m happy to report, Heath, that I was not the cause of it this time! But writing that makes me feel kind of callous. I am glad I wasn’t making trouble in the group, but I am sorry to say that there has been trouble nonetheless. Most of the day passed without incident. We talked amongst each other while we traveled and it was delightful to be with everyone like this. ...
  • Part 18: Returned
    Whoa, Heath, you would not believe this day! Some good happened. Some bad happened. I think our group has gotten a lot stronger, and we’re stronger together. I’ll go through things one at a time. Okay, so the Agora. We overheard the man, Ocasius, wailing about his predicament. He’s a soothsayer, and a recent one from what we’re to understand. He was given two opposing prophesies. The first was from Kiora, the goddess of the dawn. She showed him that the forces of evil would attack a garrison on the way to Ellandyr and that Ocasius’s son would perish but his ...
  • Part 19: Birthday
    I have the best friends in the whole world, Heath. Never have I felt so blessed by anyone since I last had you with me. They’re all such wonderful people. We’re all… I don’t know how to put it. We have our individual pasts, certainly. Not all of it is pleasant. I daresay very little is actually pleasant. And yet, we’re becoming something more than just a group of people traveling together. We’re becoming something else. I’m afraid to write out exactly what I mean by that. Am I going to bewitch us by saying it? Bring about bad luck? ...
  • Part 20: Tombs
    Today has been all too long, and most of us have some new wounds to tend to. We utterly failed in the Necropolis today. Some heroes we are. I guess I don’t know what I expected. You’d be unhappy with me, though. Remember years ago when we had that talk? We promised each other we would be brave. I’m the furthest from brave as I have ever been. I tried, though. Sincerely. I asked Clio if she wouldn’t mind me walking with her. I feel braver around her. Not only because she has those cool powers to help protect herself ...