Tondra, p. 2

This city is much of what I expected in a human city, and nothing of what they tell you in the stories. It is dirty, filthy even. I overheard in their market that there is a serious problem with rats and other vermin. One would expect, if this was an Elvin city, that those would be kept in better check, or even nonexistent. Well, perhaps not nonexistent. Vermin do have a remarkable ability to persist after all.

I’ve already met some of the adventuring sort. Mary told me a haunted tale. It lacked… details… and flair… but those can be worked in. Its essence is what mattered. Its soul. And boy, did it have soul, in more ways than one. I think this will become a real crowd pleaser. I’ll begin writing on the morrow. She also shared a secret, one I dare not put to paper at this time. It is larger than anything I have encountered before. And she promised more tales. I look forward to that.

However, I did not set out to chronicle the exploits of only one person. After breakfast I will seek out others, but for now, food.

The Epic Tales of Tondra Dess

Stories. Legends. History.

It is how a people know themselves. How they remember what they’ve endured, and what they’ve overcome. For the common man, they wish to be transported away from their daily toil, away from the boredom of crops and trips to the market. They want to be comforted that there are those out there fighting against the greater darkness. They wish to feel the excitement of the hero, without the danger. For them, that is enough.

For the adventurer, they listen to the tales to be inspired, to learn from the exploits of others. To hear of the darkness they need to be prepared to fight. They hope to hear of their companions, of their own accomplishments, to gain immortality through song. They hope that they too will not be forgotten.

But even the tales that survive do not tell the entire story. There is life between the tales. There are heroes and friends of heroes. Sometimes, those that are forgotten play important roles in what actually happened.

While my tales of these troubled times will endure, it my hope that these writings will also provide some insight into the times, places, and people I visit. Be you scholar or layman, I hope you find what you seek.

~Tondra Dess