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Post by josephdragonborne on Dec 30, 2009 3:47:08 GMT -5
<Glued to this page is a lock of very fine, sun-gold hair. The color and texture is rarely seen in humans above the age of ten. Beneath this is a date " 23 Uktar 1373 " >
It is regrettable that I have lost my last journal. I pray it is never found. Still, I cannot seem to keep myself from penning my victories.
Ah, Suzail. A world of opportunities in such a comparatively small town. So many of the unwanted castoffs of society with which to practice.
This adorable little boy served my needs most happily. Very trusting, very eager to please and died in much agony and terror. Still, he displeased me.
The recipe eludes me.
Brother! Give me your aid and tell me what it was that gave you such a death for I cannot find it on my own. Have pity on me.
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Post by josephdragonborne on Dec 30, 2009 4:16:20 GMT -5
< Two pages are glued together, making a more stiff page. On the back side of this is attached an intricate, silver locket with a matching chain. On opening the locket you find a tiny painting of a woman and the opposite half reads, " Beloved Pearl ".
Beneath reads, " 27 Uktar 1373 " >
The beauty that is a child. I do not understand how the little precious ones can be left to starve in the streets of such a fine city, yet here they are. Ripe for the picking and very eager to accept any simple generosity.
This little girl near begged to be fed the blessed apple. The dirty waif ate all of it before she noted anything odd about it.
She seemed confused as the poison overtook her. She asked me to help her, but the child could not understand that she must die for the greater cause. Such selfish little brats.
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Post by josephdragonborne on Dec 30, 2009 4:37:14 GMT -5
< Across from the locket is a page with no trophy or date. >
Blessed Day! Blessed Day! Wish me luck, Brother, as I will surely find a prize tonight. The markets will be flush with people and such chaos to hide within.
I love a holiday and this Moonfest is sure to be a glorious event! I already know which tales I shall tell in the Ogre and I hope to give ear to a new gem.
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Post by josephdragonborne on Dec 30, 2009 4:47:49 GMT -5
< This page is mostly covered with a torn square of fine, emerald fabric. Below is written, " 2 Nightal 1373 ". The journal entry begins on the opposite page >
A gem, indeed. A fine emerald to test my recipe. It would seem that my concoction has a slightly different effect on the elves than they do on humans. Though, this could be because the youth was older than my typical subjects.
This beauty took quite a while to die. Days, even.
Perhaps this is my answer, Brother. It may just be that I need older stock. Thank you for your guidance. I shall find the key, yet.
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Post by josephdragonborne on Dec 31, 2009 18:01:52 GMT -5
Forgive me, Brother, for I have not tended my journal as I should. As a consequence, my thoughts have been sour and I should atone for my negligence of the last tenday.
My supplies run low as I have not brought enough with me from home. I must find a way to restock. I have not found a source, yet, of your beloved monkshood.
There are several suppliers of poisons, one even in the very tavern in which I rested. I have not met this person yet, however, I plan to correct that this eve.
< The remainder of this page is blank and there is no exact date marked. More is found on the page opposite > ((OOC: To be Continued))
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