Well, it is finished. My house. My home. I suppose this means that I have decided to stay. Of course I'm going to stay. She is here. My Rowsy. Hmm... she is on my mind even more than usual these days since the construction began. Perhaps because I have decided with this house that ths island will indeed be my new home. As long as she is here... here, is where I will stay. The strange thing is that I am alone, in that it is only me who lives here. And yet I have built one of the lagest houses I could afford. I don't even have any furniture yet, save for me bed and desk.

::::::He shakes his head and chuckles again, his heart seeming lighter than usual this day as he continues...::::::

Perhaps I should look into hiring someone totake care of the daiy chores involved with owning a house. I must admit to myself that I am not one for such things. Yes, perhaps I will seek out someone who is in need of employment and a place to live. I have plenty of room here, after all. Yes, this I shall do very soon. ~quiks a brow in bewilderment~ Seems I am already starting to think like a homeowner. Who would have thought such a thing...

:::::: He stops writing to cast a long glance around his large master bedroom once more, then lowers his head for a moment, his gaze downcast a a sudden thought strikes him...::::::

I feel more alone than ever here. I have built a home here so that I may be near Rowsy. I have found the perfect spot right beside the waterfall where I first laid eyes on her beautiful, angelic face. I have done all of this, and yet I still am alone here. Yes, we talk all the time, she and I. We have become... close. Very close. Yet the fact remains that I wish her to be at my side, always. Perhaps if I...

No... don't be a fool. To ask her such a thing would surely scare her away from me. And yet, how can I not ask when it is my deepest desire. Would she say yes? No? Simply laugh at me and walk away? No, she would not do that. And I know... I know.. that she has feelings for me as well. Words exchanged, actions both frightning and wonderful, have shown me this. Perhaps I should...

:::::: He stops his writing for a moment and taps his chin thoughtfully with the end of his quill. His thoughts swirl as he tries to decide the best corse of action in this matter. Finally, he makes his decision. He looks back don at the journal and scribbles the last few words...::::::

My home.. no. Our home... I pray.

:::::: And with those final words, he sets his journal aside to dry as he pulls out a loose leaf of parchment and begins to write Rowsy a note. A note that says to meet him near the waterfall where he first saw her. He makes no mention of the house that now stands there. For that is the reason he asks her to come...::::::

-Journal Entry, 8 January, Lord of Masks.

"she ushers the patrons out of the Boutique and slams the door shut and locks it as she yells::We are closed. Go home and come back tomorrow:::she smirks as she hears the grumbling from outside and goes to her office in the back to write in the journal before she heads out for the night"

Men! They are all impossible. He doesnt bother to answer my letter. So i assume he isnt coming back. Thats fine, he can stay there and freeze his ass off. And fornicate with his fat maid. I am not begging any more. Bah men are worthless. They all say they are different, but when it comes down to the truth they are all alike. All of them...

"she rubs her temples and rises not bothering to sign it as she heads for the door, she locks it behind her and walks to the beach slowly"

Journal Entry, 8 January, Vixen Blade Carazzi.

*sits in a booth at the dome, alone, writing in her journal,looking over her shoulder now and then to see if somebody comes in or if Donk is trying to see what she is writing*

Dearest Journal,
I barely have the words to say what I need to say, I barely know what it all means. I went to the dome last night, and it seems that I have missed a lot. I rarely see Char and we don't get much of a chance to speak other than in the dome due to our jobs that we are committed to. Last night it seemed that she needed to speak to me and when she left with Eyas she gave me a wink to let me know she would be back.

Sure enough a few minutes later, she returned, having told Eyas that she forgot her dagger at the dome and had to fetch it. Well had he known what she told me I know he wouldn't have let her come back alone. Char told me that a man named Marcus has been following her, that he seems to want something from her but she knows not what it is. She told me that he would not stop until he got what he wanted and if that meant he had to kill her he would. Then she told me that I was not to tell Eyas, or Morte, that she didn't want to involve Eyas anymore than he already is becuase she didn't want him to die...that part was rather touching, she said she didn't want him to die because she loves him. I wonder if he knows that. I think she should tell him before she decides to go into a battle with this Marcus. He is a mage and therefore she says that only she can fight this fight, she can't have any help or he will just kill that person...

She didn't forbid me to help, I will not just stand idly by and watch her get killed...she promised that she would not die, but I have a hard time believing that is what she truly believes...I think she is scared and I'm glad that she trusted me with the information, although I will worry to no end now,but at least I know about it, at least I can think of a way to help, I will help in anyway I can, I have to, I will not let Char die, I will not, she is like a sister to me, I don't suppose I have ever told her that and perhaps I should. *sighs* I should stop writing in case somebody comes in, Char told me not tell anybody..sometimes I think she can read my mind, as I told her I would not tell Eyas nor Morte, but that mean that I couldn't tell somebody else and they could tell Eyas...but I later promised I would tell no one, and I will keep my promise, I just hope that my promise doesn't kill her.

*looks down at the words, her eyes saddened and her face filled with worry as she signs her name*

Journal Entry, 8 January, Rosalyn Lovine

::sits down in the chair in the captain's quarters.::

Dear Journal,
I am very nervous this eve. I asked Chastity to dinner last night, she said yes, but last time we tried to have dinner, I had to leave, due to an unforseen emergency. She said that she would cook, which is good, because pirates are no good at that sort of thing and she is good at it. I hope this night goes well. I love her and the last thing I want to happen is to have angry at me.

Journal Entry, 9 January, Eden Arcane

"she sits looking at the castle for a long time, especially the two small figures and smiles to herself as she thinks. She carefully picks it up and carries it upstairs to their room and places it on the table beside the bed.She sits on the bed with her journal glancing up at the figures every now and then"

That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. But yet he means more to me than fancy gifts. Much more.. The figures on the balcony tells me he cares about me to. I wish he would come home.

"she glances at the figure of him:::Alterio, please come home:::she sighs and looks back at the journal"

I do love him and I miss him so much.

"she shoves the journal off her lap and lays down as she stares at the castle, to tired to write any thing more"

--Journal Entry, 10 January, Vixen Blade Carazzi.

Entry: 109

I finally discovered the reason why Marcus has been tracking Char and Eyas down...Eyas had a gemmed safebox in his possession.

Many mages from my kingdom stored their belongings in such boxes, since they usually secured themselves with powerful illusionary spells. Eyas stole this particular box from my brother, Marcus, and it seems that something extremely important is inside. Why else would he go after 2 people who have little to do with me?

2 nights ago, Eyas brought the box to the Pleasuredome to investigate it. The contents surprised me...inside was one of the missing pages of my spellbook! Now I understand why it was locked away in that library...Marcus had been hiding it in that underground cavern for years. That means that he is not a true knight of the light...but rather a twisted zealot. When I had discovered his hidden book, the great tragedy of my life began.

Now, Marcus wants the book back...and that page in particular. I have been working on translating the page for the past few days, and it seems that Char's assumption was right...this page IS associated with death. The translation is not yet complete, but so far it seems to be some sort of spell that can replace the soul of a living being with the soul of a dead one. Why he would want to perform such a spell is still unknown to me...

I have already told Eyas about this, but I must speak to Char…I have a feeling that Marcus has a good reason for torturing her mind. It just doesn’t seem right…I would expect him to assault Eyas or I, but Charquin? The spell and Char might be connected somehow. I must speak to her soon, before this situation escalates higher than it already is…

--Captain's Log, 10 January, Morte Geist.

::sits in his study as he writes in his journal::

Journal,
Things keep getting "odd" I should say. Mags seems so serious about being with me, but yet I still have my doubts. Ros tells me to "follow my heart". That has gotten me hurt more than anything else! *sighs heavily* I will continue to be with her, if she permits, because I feel myself falling for her more everyday... Lets hope this is a good choice....please.

Journal Entry, 10 January, (Lord)~Neo~

::stands and goes for a walk::

::retreats to a dark corner in the Pleasuredome, he takes out his journal and begins writing::

Dear Journal,
Last night ended for me on a good note. Chastity made dinner for many of us at the dome. It was great, I had no idea she was that great of a cook.One thing about her has bothered me lately. She seems to doubt herself, although I believe she simply doesn't give herself enough credit. I think she is quite independent, I admire that quality in her, because I'm lacking in it.I think that is partly why I love her. Things have been going well between us, and I hope we continue to be open to each other.

Journal Entry, 10 January, Eden Arcane

Aunt Amy passed this morning. The preparations for the departure of the Maichens is being made. Hestia still wishes to remain, but her father has yet to give her answer. I have not see Sir Paul in days, perhaps because I have been spending my time...away. The hour is grave. Treyman has decided to return to the North. They will be leaving within a fortnight. I'm very weary of late. I worry I may be running myself down. I may take some days to rest. The body will be wrapped and taken North. I will be sure to see them safe. May Khlamar bless the souls of all lost.

J.S.M.
(Journal Entry, 10 January, Jane S. Maichen)