**Lying on the floor in a dingy, darkened room, Hiretsukan takes an old sheet of parchment, and touches his finger to his chest, gathering some cooling, dark blood from the wound in his neck. He writes.**
Oh, the terrors they are, those that are called women!
In a rare mood, Master brought me to the PleasureDome with him. I believe he needed some company. He has been troubled as of late, and were my heart not already broken, it would shatter to see him this way.
When we arrived, I was dismayed to find those creatures already present; I grew afraid. But Master walked among them as easily as I have ever seen him do anything. It was not long before the atmosphere of that place grew tense, and those fiends, those >women<... tried to prevent Master from exercising his rights over me.
Indeed I would have risen in spite of my fear, to try to explain, to seek understanding... But Master would not permit it.
I trembled, when the one named Chastity (Such an innocent name for such a Beast!) spoke of removing me from Master's keeping.
"You see?" Master laughed. "She wants you for her own plaything."
Horror of Horrors! To be used by such a thing... it makes my face drain to consider.
The other woman, Vixen (more fitting a name than that of the first) looked on silently, with darkness in her eyes.
I wanted to flee this Den of evil, Desperately, but Master would not back down from any. The one called Chastity loosed a spell upon my poor Master, nearly severing his head. Without a thought I was at his side, offering my prayers for his life, and my body to house his pain, as I have done countless times before.
I was gratified to see his wound close, and his flesh become whole. I had an instant of morbid curiosity to wonder what it felt like to have one's throat cut, before I was answered.
The pain was sudden and sharp, as the spectral blade that had created it. I gasped, and blood flowed from my lips, drawn into my mouth through the hole in my windpipe. I tried in vain to grasp at my throat, to keep as much of my blood inside me as I could; my hands were bound as was customary, to the sides of my neck, and so I could not help myself.
I curled on the floor involuntarily, praying now for my own life, that I might not leave Master so soon. Another person, a man this time, moved toward me, and I rolled away unable to defend myself against any further attack.
Fortune was with me, and the silver collar, my love's only gift to me, soon thicked with blood, and congealed, saving my meager life. I looked at the floor, and saw so much blood, so much... Wasted, spilled not for Master's pleasure but only to protect him from the Devil that wears the name of Virtue.
Master was understandably upset, and sent me home to recover. Though I feared greatly for his safety without me there to protect him form those... those women, he would not be disobeyed.
Why in Heaven and the Hells would the Gods create such a race as Females, unless they delighted in Tragedy?
Journal Entry: 14 February, Dasanteki Hiretsukan
"she rises early slipping out of bed quietly so she doesnt wake her husband up and goes to the window to look out. She sighs as she still sees the smoke in the sky and shakes her head. She pulls the journal to her and begins to write"
I hope not many shops were lost last night. I saw the smoke from a distance but could not get close. I also hope no one died in the fire. People and Guards everywhere. The Guards yelling for them to get back. The heat from the fire and smoke making my eyes water and I started coughing and backed away. I didnt go to Dome last night. I headed home to make sure her husband and children were alright. Raoul having seen Alterio II earlier on the beach informing me he was not at the Bazaar. I at least didnt have to go check on him. My husband was at home, thank gods for that.
From what Raoul told me later, cloaked figures were seen at the Bazaar just before the fire started. hmmm I wonder who they are. The only thing he could find out was the Muse shop, and a few others were lost to the fire, including the Animals that were at the Animal shop. Smoke damage to a lot of other shops though. I will have to go down later and check out the damage If im allowed close.
Vixen
"She quickly signs it upon hearing her husband stirring and goes over to him. She kisses his cheek and heads down to make him breakfast"
Journal Entry: 15 February, Vixen Blade Carazzi
Rosalyn slowly walks through the bazaar, having only been allowed in since noon, the devestation the fire caused apart everywhere. A sigh excapes her lips as she reaches her own shop to find it still intact though covered in soot, the outside walls looking as if they had been painted a dark ashy color,the sign that once neatly hung outside the door blow away or perhaps was burnt, regardless of the reason, its no longer there. As she steps up to the door she pulls back her hair and enters, finding the inside cleaner then the outside but the smoke that has been in the air since the fire started as left behind its odor, causing her to wrinkle up her nose. She is compelled to write some things down before she goes on with the task of cleaning up before the shops are to reopen.
Dearest Journal,
It seems that when things just start to get brighter, something terrible happens. The bazaar had a horrible fire last eve, wiping out a couple of shops, and covering the rest in a blanket of soot and debris. *sighs* It is very sad to be here and think of how many could have been hurt if the fire was earlier in the day, if I had stayed at the shop like I usually do, it was only by luck that I was not here last eve, I thank the heavens that I was not. The new gentleman Bech told us that he saw a woman hurt and that an elf was trying to help her, sadly he did not know who either of them were, but I pray that whoever it was will be alright, the description he gave us of the elf fit Val quite well and I fear that it was not Chas who was hurt, they were so happy, it would be horrible if anything had happened. It is hard not to walk the streets and not be sad, the Bazaar as I know it is not the same this day and I don't know when it will be the same again, many of the buildings I usually pass having burnt to the ground, even the Attrei's dance studio, I hope he was far away from the fires, nobody has seen him in over a month. *looks around her own shop again * This is all I shall write for now journal, I hope things begin to look up, for now, I have much work to do.
Journal Entry, 15 February, Rosalyn Lovine
*lays the journal flat on the counter top, as she sets about cleaning up*
Dear journal:
Finally i've made it home. I am beginning to remember bits and pieces of what has happend. I am in fear, for I seen who did such things. But what if they know I know? then what? what will be nexted? When I left Val's last evening I was thrown into the alley a steel blade was held against my throat, someone already warned me. I pretended I didnt know what and who...I got away with it. They seemed to believe me and pushed me away, then I got up and ran, ran as fast as I could away to the manor...and here I sit in the dark, as if lurking and reading myself. I was supposed to go back to the Dome last eve...but I couldnt bring myself to leave the darkness, or safty. I thought for sure Val wouldve came to check in on me, since I didnt make it...but he didnt, maybe he was tired...so I will give him the benefit of the doubt this time. I must go, I have a few things to take care of ...ending for now, journal.
Journal Entry, 16 February, Chastity D. De`Kartan
Dear Journal,
So much has happened in the last few days. There was a murder and some of us in the dome went to investigate. We ended up getting some gold and I was nearly burned alive in the fire at the bazaar.Anyways, I was ok. Things are going good between me and Xanthia. We seem to be growing closer. She kissed me on the cheek, which was nice, but I wonder why? Maybe she was still worried about me.I have not seen her in a few days. I miss her and hopefully she is alright. That's all for today.
Journal Entry, 16 February, Eden Arcane
::He sees Hen off to one of his guest rooms, and heads to his master bedroom, slipping in and closing the door behind him.::
Dear Journal,
This was quite a wierd eve. I had came to the Dome, and it was rather empty. So I sat and waited fer a few minutes, and a newcomer to the Isle showed up. Her name is Hen Wen. Not a bad lady I may add, but I do believe she to be hiding something.
Anyway, we talked most of the eve, until I was about to leave, when this -thing- leaped at me, and tries to cut my throat! Good thing I was wearing my platemail, or I could have been killed!! Bah, I will try to be more aware next time.
I have let Hen stay at my home until she can get onto her feet, which shouldn't be to long. I think she has taken a liking to me... I have made it clear though, that I only have feelings for Rosalyn, and no other. Which reminds me, I got to leave a note for her when she wakes, so she doesn't freak out seeing strange woman in the Beach House!
Journal Entry, 17 February, (Lord)~Neo~
::he sets his journal aside locking the door, and climbing into bed next to Ros, and falling asleep::
"As she opens the door at the knocking she accepts the flowers thinking they are for someone else. She smiles at the runner and closes the door then reads the card and blinks and rereads it. She puts the orchids in a vase and wonders who sent them to her as she sits down to write in her journal"
I haven't written in here in a while. Really didnt have anything to write about. I work at the Baby Boutique and then usually just come home to my room. The few times I have stopped in Dome there werent many there. But who is this B.K? He sends me orchids and only signs the card with his initials. I must ask Alterio who this might be.
The last couple of days i have spent cleaning up the shop from the smoke and soot from the fire at the Bazaar a few days ago. Not many are having a baby lately so business has been really slow. And now this loss from the damage of the fire. I may have to take on other work as well.
*Sits upon her chaise on the balcony after Ros left her there to rest after their journey to a healer...
Dearest Journal,
I dare say, i feel less pain though, so mayhap something good will come of it after all, though I swear i will nae be able to stay put for very long. I can travel short distances, but only when needed, and am not to stay on my feet for long periods untill the healing is complete. I swear that healer had some odd means to her...wrapping my legs in some odd kind of shroud, pouring oils, and some rather foul smelling liniment upon them. at first i thought her touched in the head, though Ros assured me, that this woman knows her craft well, and I should nae be alarmed.
So, now i rest.......for now..
Tis been days since i have been to the dome, and I shall attempt to visit this eve, with all the rumors of the fire, I can nae sit here, and do nothing to offer assistance.. mayhap I shall get to see Eyas. Mayhap he will be apeased now, that i finally went and had my legs attended to..the blasted elf has been on me to do such for sometime.
Anyway, seems some of the herbs the old healer gave me are beginning to take effect.....she said they would help me rest, so I shall end this for now.
G'eve
Well now this is rather inconvienient, I am to rest as much as possible, and only travel when needed. Bah, this is the same as when I left to visit this "special" healer 3 days ago.
Charquin, Journal Entry, 18 February.