April 7th, the year 751 BC It felt like a party invitation from a hated rival one must act kind to in public. I wasn’t intending to go. I’d never heard of Lemot Sediam Juste or his new play “A Heart in the Ground” but as I went around the Port, I …
*April 7th, the year 751 BC* _(continued)_ What a catastrophe. It’s clear Lemot’s not dead. I know this is some sort of repeating tragedy. I’m certain of it. Apparently no one believes me though. We’re heading down the stairs and I heard a …
*April 8th, the year 751 BC* _(continued)_ We charged out of the theater, my feet carried with the drumming of the horse lords. I started to check the cave entrance. I couldn’t tell if the building was at the exit of the caves or simple down within …
*April 8th, the year 751 BC* _(continued)_ Kraj wanted time to rest. Had to go. I love a silken sheeted bed but I’m missing fresh air. He at least wanted to collect some weapons. I couldn’t tell him that was a bad idea. There were daggers he …
April 8th, the year 751 BC (continued)
April 9th, the year 751 BC (was a new day previously)
*May 2nd, the year 751 BC* _(as it turns out this is continued)_
“Cue the weapon show.”
I wasn’t wrong. Kraj was thrilled to be in …
*May 2nd, the year 751 BC* _(continued)_ I suppose it doesn’t matter what they did to me. Who knows if they really did? I’m certain at least the others will aid me. That’s why we had to talk. Esera couldn’t seem to understand how speaking of the …
*April 29th, the year 751 BC* _(supposedly)_ The stage. Back again, only this time the scenery was of what we thought reality. I’d been trapped this time. Had the others truly been trapped or were they acting for me? My initial thought was we …
*Paranoia, Revisited* _by Lily (Robert Pontious)_ All the others watched by those peculiar eyes as they did their own little thing work and sang and danced a myriad of bodies flowing over themselves stomping on the rich earth not often they see …
April 30th, the year 751 BC No one listens. No one listens. I’m listening you silly girl. My dear calm down. Kraj got knocked out. He was crazy. He apparently hurt Esera. I don’t like her but she doesn’t deserve that! I wonder what she …
May the 6th, the year 751 BC It’s good to finally be writing one of these of sound mind. I don’t say body because frankly I’m disappearing. This damn dagger is literally damned. I’ve spent much of our rest time reviewing my notes. How distraught …
I failed them. I was supposed to know better. In fact, I did. I let... What? Compassion? I let it blind me from the truth. I felt bad for Arathmis and the others, who clearly didn't want to hurt the women or the children. It almost got us …
May the 9th, the year 751 BC It’s only been a few days since I reflected back on my notes, and it seems cruel and wrong to do so now. I like to think I’ve been the best of myself I’ve ever been in a long time. Now only have I revealed the truth of my …
What a tragedy. I’m always writing tragedies. Fey attacked the boys while they went to fetch a tent. A hornet man and a rat man. Ardent came back for help and I joined the inquisition as we went out to fight. We found Arathmis and Krajkah an …
Father Wyan gave us perhaps too much, including a statue of the hags when they were once girls. I’m starting to wonder if they were once some of the ancient women who protected the people in Tepest but betrayed their people for more power. I wouldn’t be …
I'm not sure how much we're helping as opposed to hurting. I suppose if we do things perfectly right, then sure we can help. Case in point: Viktal. But here in Briggdarrow? I feel like we failed. We know the Avanc we killed isn't the first Avanc. …
Good intentions can lead to tragedy. It's a frightful lesson but a true one, especially here in Tepest. I was successful in my desire to learn more about the mayor. We gathered outside of town at a small clearing. I started a fire and began to play …
Well we found Karsten and a whole lot of trouble. Remarkably, Karsten is doing just fine. He's made some friends including Count Sawicki, the one made infamous for his expedition into the shadow rift. We also got to meet Bellrauthien, an old friend …
I suppose just no one believes me. Maybe they're afraid to believe me or maybe they just think it too unlikely. Sure after all we've seen and all I've been right about, why would these mysterious documents on nightmares by Dr. Illhousen likely sent to …
A manipulator of disguise and word, this individual is clearly more than ever he or she appears.