* sighs, setting down the quill a moment and getting a drink of water * Ah, I should not upset myself so much, Jas healed my wound last night but it still pains me. I think it pains me more to know that I didn't hit him back, that I fell like a coward. I should have stood up to him and not let my friends get involved, but I would have done the same for them, so I can't really tell them what to do. In fact I told Attrei that the promise he made is off, he can do whatever he wishes, I'll no longer tell him what to do, but that I wouldn't sit back and watch him get hurt. It seems that he knows how he would defeat Nemesio in a battle if there was one, I'm not so confident, but its his fight, I'll not interfere. *Rosalyn frowns,looking down at the journal * Tis all I shall write for now, I'm sure there will be more to write sooner rather than later, I think I'll take myself down to the dome and get a drink to calm myself, till we meet again.

Journal Entry, 4 January, Rosalyn Lovine

*leaves the journal laying open on the chaise and leaves the room, shutting the door firmly behind her as she walks down the stairs towards the dome*

"she watches him til he is out of sight, she sinks to her knees out side of Dome and just sits there for a long time thinking, not glancing up at any that walk past her or acknowledging any as she sits there silently thinking"

Gods I do care for him. More than I thought.. I felt like sinking into the floor at the hurt look on his face. How can I prove I care for him? He thinks i tolerate him and thats not true. I thought I was proving how much I cared. I dont work late at night any more. And I leave Dome to go home earlier than I use to. I wanted to be with him. Doesnt he see that?

"she smiles slightly" I think he cares for me more than he wants to admit. That kiss...so gentle even though he was upset with me.

I know he can be happy here..with me, If he would give it a chance. We can build a bigger home. Anything he wants. I would have one built but I dont want to anger him by doing it. So I wait. I want him to have built what he will be happy living in.

He wants to go to Achethe. I know he wants me to go with him. For a visit, Aye I would go. But I dont think I can leave here permanetely. I know I have said many times I hated it here. But it wasnt the Island that I hated. It was some of the people. Finally, I ignore them now. Some are gone but not all. But I can live with myself If i just avoid them. I dont need their verbal abuse and Their lies. They have their own agenda and as far as Im concerned -I- will still be here when they are long gone. I wont let them defeat me. Im stronger than they think I am.

"she sighs and looks towards the beach" I think I do love him. But I cant tell him that..not yet. I wont make a fool of myself by saying it when Im not sure how he feels.

He was wrong though. I -am- happy with him. I just hope he knows I meant that. I am happier now than I have been in months. But I want him to be happy also. I know he can be happy here. I hope he can be happy with me.

"she rubs her eyes and rises to head home to be with him"

Journal Entry, 5 January, Vixen Blade Carazzi.

*Morte groans as he gets out of his bed, and walks over to his desk. He takes out his trusty black feather pen and some ink, and begins to write another entry in his log.*

Entry 109
Not much has happened in the past few days, other than a fight with Mags and the delivery of my watermelon to Lady Charquin. I wonder if Char has eaten the melon yet? I'd hate to let it go to waste.

For some strange reason, I've been stricken with an unexplainable sickness during these past few days...thus preventing me from writing.

I don't quite understand it...the day after the mutiny, I suddenly became ill. Much of my crew is ill, except for Vincent and a few other lucky souls. Strangest of all, I am the most ill out of my crew...it doesn't make sense. My injuries during the mutiny were much less, compared to the other men on my side. Even Eyas is doing well, and he was the most severely hurt...

I believe that the "mutiny" isn't over...

I recall once reading about a magically-induced illness in my spellbook...the book that I have kept with me since the day I found it in the Royal Library in a kingdom far away. Maybe someone has been reading my book? I protect it with my life, for its contents are beyond bad...they're evil. Allowing another person to study its contents could mean the death of me. I have been trying to translate it for over a year, and I been practicing the spells it offers.

As far as I know, I am one of the only 3 people who can translate the ancient sayings and chants written in this book. The other two are the Queen of that Kingdom, and my brother, the magi-knight Sir Marcus Geist.

I have a feeling that the mutiny was only the beginning...and the leader of the conspiracy still lives...I know it was not Serath who started this, but who could it really be?

*As Morte closes the log, he takes his spellbook and begins to read it. As he reads, he notices that one page has been ripped out. He immediately closes the book, and an expression of concern fills his face. He draws his sword, and keeps an eye on his cabin door...*

Captain's Log, 5 January, Morte Geist.

I leave to the mainland for a little longer than a month, and everything turns to hell. Note to self: Don't leave anymore.

Seems Vixen isn't with the Alterio I know, but his father?!? How sweet. Technically, she's with the grandfather to her children. Lovely. But it bothers me not, my hands are washed of her.

Who am I kidding, I'm bothered every single minute by it. This whole situation is a big stinking pile of Sharken dung, and it all landed on me. I'm almost afraid of what I'm going to say to her when I see her finally.

Well, I'll stop writing about that. I suggested to Charquin that we break from the Tower of Enlightenment, in order to form our own faction/guild with its own rules and regulations. The Tower restricts applicants to only be light ethic mages, and it seems Charquin and I are the only ones that are around that fit that description. And what is a guild with two people? It isn't a guild, that's what. She's thinking about it, and I hope we can work something out.

I'm tired. I still have a key to Blade Manor, whether it's still occupied or not, but it seems once again Lyndrae Manor is in use. I'll be getting my stuff out of there today, before it can go marry someone else too.

Wow, this really does bother me.

-Journal Entry, 5 January, Val(yndor Lyndrae)

(finally makes her way over to the desk, and sits down to begin to write, a light offering of a yawn appear proceeding the first line or two of the script}

Dear Journal:
I think I passed out last night in bed, I was so incredibly tired and exhausted...this wound is taking its toll on me, I shall try another healing wrap today, and if it doesnt work..I shall seek out someone more qualified. I do believe his sword had a poisonious tip...why else would I be so sick? I have had wounds in the passed, but never this badly. This morning I changed the dressing and its still moist and puss covered...now I have red streaks about my abdoman...it just looks awful. Once the infection clears I can take my sewing needle and stitch it up a bit so I do not have a large scar. Nemesio asked what was wrong with me, I pretended I didnt hear him, however in all truth I was in a fog last night....I do believe I seen Eden entering the Dome while I was off in the distance, it could have been my imagination or wishful thinking...one never knows. Eden is a good man, just quiet. I look forward to seeing him, for when he does conversate it interests me fully maybe its because he pays attention to me, and treats me with respect...for right now I shall not get enthralled within this man, until I know his intentions. Ramza was in the other night asking for me, why? I have heard a few things about him, and its best I stay away from him before something horrid comes to pass, he has made lude comments that I care not for, and its best I just keep my distance. Well I must get up and start my daily routine..I shall write more later.

Sincerely:
Chastity D. De'Kartan 6 January, Journal, third entry

::wakes up rather sore from last nights spar. He makes his way to his balcony and opens up his journal::

I have been sick for quite some time, preventing me from leaving my Beach House. Therefore I couldn't visit the Dome as I usually do. Last eve I gathered enough strength to actually visit, and this is what happened: As soon as I entered Mags gave me a kiss. *chuckles* It wasn't a bad kiss at that, but Dan got angry and goaded me into a battle. Gah, he beat me down like I was nothing. After I was beaten, Ros healed me. I have tae give the healers something tae do right? Anyway, I limped back to the Dome only to be insulted. Idiots. So I was beaten and insulted. You can only imagine my mood! Jane put me in a better mood by her suave talk. *laughs* It's good to have her as a friend. Being a good companion and a healer. About Mags.. what if I am falling for her.. what if she is falling for me? Kissing me all the time... Bah, who am I kidding, she just uses me to make Dan jealous and I get the blunt of it all.

Journal Entry, 6 January, ~Neo~

::sighs heavily and decides to try and walk off some of the pain. He ventures out to the Pleasuredome leaving his Journal out to dry::

I guess my call for prudence was wise. Of course I shouldn't hav allowed miself to dream of Chas. Doesn't matter now, I am glad that for once I made a good call. Today my dragon companion asked me for a trip to the mainland, a trip which I think I should make, at least for a while. I'll call it getting in touch with the past, also I need to gather a few things. Somehow I know Attrei would approve of my call.

I'm not sure what to say, I haven't been around at night lately and ... well ... maybe it's better to just go now. I know I'll miss my newfound family but it won't be forever. Besides I will return with now lyrical compositions ... to entertain them.

Raven out ... for now.

Journal Entry, 6 January, Raven Nightwind.