Fires of Dis: ECL 5 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 5: Entry 1

Since my transformation I have not been able to write, but I believe I have now gotten used to my new form.  I suppose there must be quite a bit of catching up to do, but for the sake of my impatience I will simply provide a summary of recent events.  Having grown up in Sigil along with two unusual creatures whom I call friend- and would give my life for- going on an adventure seemed like the thing to do.  Little did I know how involved our little quest would be, even garnering the attention of several greater powers.  Somewhere along our travels our little trio (Fearevan, Tore, and I) happened to pick up a couple new friends.  One is a Drider, a beast as uncommon among the residents of Sigil as an angel is in the underdark.  The other is a talking tree.  I'm sure that there is a name for whatever this thing is but I don't know it, nor do I care.  It is a powerfully strong creature that may not be the best tactician but has proven quite useful several times along our road.  I don't know what their story is and I haven't bothered to ask.  I probably never will.  Whatever their reasons for joining us and walking this dangerous road with us is their own business.  I just now must pay closer attention to which way I blast my fire as I don't want to set the tree on fire any more than I want to burn the troll.  We have succeeded in an important mission.  We retrieved the holy sword know as Guardain from the depths of Hell itself.  Having travelled straight to the Iron Tower, the home of Dispater lord of the second level of Hell, we recovered the sword at what I fear may be great personal cost.  Twice now we have had to face and defeat the risen dead, groups of holy men known as paladins that were brought to an unnatural animation that is a perversion of life.  Not wanting to desecrate the bodies of the dead, much less men I would have had great respect for had I known them in life, I feel great sadness at the events we partook in.  We were forced to fight and harm a great man in order to rid him of an evil possession.  I did everything in my power to try to stop the evil from gaining a foothold in the town of Fortitude, a place so holy that it will actually ascend to Arcadia if we can manage to protect it during the ceremony.  Surrounded by so much goodness I can't help but feel a little out of sorts as I have not seen a sign of the grace of Bahamut for quite some time, but my faith will not faulter as I am proven time and again to gain in the dragon like might.  My closest friends have stood by my side all these years and never once questioned my decision to change my very being and devote myself to the dragon goddess.  If I ever get the chance again I will find that pit fiend give him a taste of breath.