(In Draconic) This is strange. I don't know what is going on but… Wait… I think I'm getting this wrong…
(Celestial) Is this it… No… This still doesn't seem right..
(Common) Maybe this… YES! Yes this is correct.
My apologies. I don't know what that was… Didn't know I could speak those…
Anyway… Nayries said that possibly writing down my thoughts could help jog my memory.
… Nayries being… my mother…. It sounds so strange saying out loud. More so writing it down. I feel…. Conflicted.
But more than a week ago I woke up in a strange forrest. No memory of my own before meeting my companions and then promptly fighting a fairly large blue dragon. Everything has been so strange and new. Though I must have come from somewhere. I can form words, I have a basic understanding of the world around me. Though everything seems… off…. Like from a perspective I'm not use to.
Traveling with these companions of mine, some of them more questionable than others, but I feel they have good hearts, but traveling with them I have run into strange adventures. In just over a week of my consciousness, we have freed a town from a cultist attack, rescued prisoners from a cultist camp and then routed the cultist base of operations. It felt good to do these things. To help people. Yet… when I saw they worshiped a black dragon… and even more so they plan to raise Tiamat… I don't know why… but that made the very blood in my veins boil. I couldn't stop myself from destroying those eggs. I honestly don't feel sorry for doing it… Is that bad?
To top this all off we have come to a major city called Bauldar's Gate. Here I found that, I have a past. I have a mother. I have a home. Nayries, the person that clams to be my mother, has been telling me more and more about my life. About my father that passed away. He died a hero to this city. Protecting it's people from a horde of undead that nearly decimated the city. The erected a statue of him in the middle of the city.
This must be hard for Nayries. She feared she had lost her son and her mate, and here I happen to come back into her life… only not to remember a thing about her… or the life I had before… waking up in that damned forest.
Augh… I'm doing that lighting thing with my mouth again… Even that feels weird…. out of place…. yet… not….. Even now I feel like something is yelling at me at the back of my mind… but it's muffled…. I need sleep.