Dear journal,

Today.. has been difficult! Darkion came once again to the Temple, weather to cause trouble or nay I do-not know. But when I ordered his arrest, Captain Davion came to his aid.

It seems that the Milita has sided with Haven and allows them to attack us. We are seen as the aggressors, yet it is Haven who comes to Vesper in force and battles us. I keep seeing the pain and suffering of my people after these battles, and I keep speaking to the Milita over and over again. Yet each time I get told I should report it, and each time I do!

Journal, I just dont know what to do. Hanse seems to change his mind often and would prefer to side with a alien nation than support his citys people. I feel, frightened now of what else he is capable of. We try to hold our own, and get knocked down for it. It seems even though the Baron agreed to us having land for the Temple and to enforce our own laws within it, that it has been taken away and we are now once again at the mercy of the Vesper Milita.

I had no choice but to surrender to Lord Darkion this eve, I cannot bear to see the suffering any longer. I fear that our faith is viewed as evil and unforgiving, that we are demons and are worth nothing. We have strived to be friendly and make bridges where most have fallen. Haven though is the difficult one. And I have to take steps to preserve my kind when those who swore to protect us turns thier back. My good friend Kiran has been very supportive, he has offered his shoulder and has given me some firm ideas.

He has suggested that there is someone else who would be willing to protect us from the evils of the land, who would give us what we so desperately need...

Journal, my head hurts this day. I fear that we are nay longer welcome within Vesper, that our ways of Love, Order and faith are numbered.

There is a cloud blowing over... and the storm brewing...

With us, the only tree for miles...