I wonder if I should have told him I had found out the flowers came from Kuno. I might have if he hadnt told ~me~ to stop the foolishness. I have done nothing wrong. And Kuno did seem quite nice.

I should act like a proper lady? I have done that since I arrived here. Maybe I would rather act like the Carazzi men though. "smirks a bit as she continues to write" They seem to have more fun. Where as I am stuck in this room day after day. And with no furniture, as he sold Ali's furniture after telling me i could use it.

Now I understand what Ali meant in her letters about Alterio treating her like a child. I happen to like Orchids and i am not tossing them in the trash. Besides, he will not know if I did or not. He is to busy with everything else to know.

Journal Entry, 19 February, Orianna

"leaves the journal open on the desk to dry as she gets dressed"

Dear Journal;
I realize I have not been around much, but I have been tending to 'my household' as it were in Mammon's cave.(ooc, I have been ill) I am increasingly concerned for Mammon. When he returns to the cave, he was barely dragging himself around, and making all sorts of frightful noises as he lay down, trying to find comfort. He was and is obviously in pain, hardly able to maintain a normal speaking voice, but he continued to assure me that he is Ok. I am no expert on dragons, but he obviously is not all right. I have heard that age can do that. Although many members of the ancient races love to exaggerate how old they are, Mammon is in fact, as Dragons go, Extremely old. He creaks when he shifts, his scales rubbing together with a painful screech at times and his breathing is anything but easy. He says it is the smoke from the fire. He went out but once, saying it was to hunt and eat, but he has not eaten so far as I can tell, and has taken no nourishment at home either. He said he needed to rest awhile and did in fact lay down to sleep with some effort.

Indeed he fell into a deep sleep and has not really roused from it. Today was the first day I ventured out as his breathing seems a bit more regular, But I am still concerned.

I made it back to the Bazaare today and looking over the offices. I will need to order some new furnishings and more office supplies as the smoke damage was extensive. I will of course send word to Alterio regarding the supplies but I will look to the furnishings myself. I am sure I can find something suitable.

I saw Eden a few days hence before Mammon returned and needed my assistance. I have not seen him since but I am sure he would understand my absense in the line of both duty and humanitarian aid to a friend. I would not leave the caves while Mammon was seemingly so ill. Perhaps I will send him a note.

More later,
Xanthia, Journal Entry, 19 February.

"she slips out of bed and whimpers slightly as she rubs her throbbing temples cursing under her breathe. She makes her way to her desk finally and pours coffee in a cup and sips it as she looks out the window into the darkness. She glances at the blank page in the journal and sighs as she begins to write"

Im not sure i have much to write about. Lets see...Its been pretty quiet in Dome lately. I have stopped in briefly the last several nights. Most nights there was no on there so I headed for home. But the rumors still are running wild I hear. Funny thing is..I have never slept with my brother, son, uncle or father. SO how am I committing incest hmmm? I am really sick of those accusations. I was never married to Alterio so therefore i was never related to his father in any way.

And now i hear that Ori is getting involved with BossKuno. Im surprised Alterio is letting that go on. I doubt he knows that she was seen heading to Kuno's home with him late last night. I can just hear him yelling about that when he does find out.

But she isnt a child and i remember the way he acted with Ali. No one was good enough for her. She was the same age as me but he still treated her like she was 10.

Well i have work to do and must get going.

Journal Entry: 20, February, Vixen Blade Carazzi

Where's mah woman

Ooo's and Ahhh's, where es mah Ladee
Ah hav't seen her en ah week.
Ah bring her dinner delievered by meee.
Donk will go and he will seek.
Donk just ah lonely cuss
Donk pet girlie with long hair
Donk wants girlie with no fuss
Donk will not touch ju's stare

First born chil' of dis one ah insist
Donk puttin her name on his list!
Ooo Girlie you come see meh now
or Donk will tell someone now!
Cipriana{D}, D stands fir Donk,
Yoo git rid of Nemesio Canales

Donk es shy
Donk es cute

Donk cry
Donk contribute

Cippy es mine
Cippy es fine
Cippy beg fir me
Cippy will see

Donk sure hate too haf to goto Mr. Big man
Donk will cause he can!
Donk no call et black mail
Donk and Cippy can sail
Donk keep Cippy locked up en liddle cage
Cippy will dance like mage
Donk gots to go right now
Donk will go find Cippy some how
Donk wonders what size her boobies are
Donk think they are perfect as star

Journal Entry: 20 February, Donk

Dear Journal,

It has been a few days since I've last written.I have not seen Xanthia in a few days, however, on a lighter note, she wrote a letter so I'm not so worried. I miss her and I long for our conversations. I saw Chas today. It's her birthday, although she did not seem happy. I hope that something isn't bothering her. I'll send her something. Well, till next time.

Eden Arcane

Journal Entry: 20 February, Eden Arcane

Eyas' Log

*Eyas sits at a table in his room and picks up his eagle quill pen and dips its tip into a small jar of ink. After rubbing some excess ink off the pen and onto the rim, he puts the pen to paper and begins to write*

By the stars...what happened last eve...even I cannae be fully sure what happened, so I cannae blame others for nae believing my story...I tried to sleep, but found it difficult.

The events of the night continue to swirl about in my head, haunting me. The screams, god the screams, I cannae help but feel guilty for what happened...it sounded as though char was in pain I ne'er wished her to feel. Bah, this is nae a way to begin a log...I should begin as bards do when telling a tale...from the beginning.

All was right, or so it seemed, in the dome last eve. Char had told me of her healing going well, and that she was to have her bandages removed today. Alt entered...which was surprising, he is usually nae about so late. He came and poured a himself a rye, and at the same moment, Bech ordered himself a water. It might've been humorous, in another time or place...but it was then that a flaming arrow soared through the window and into an office door. Bech put out the fire with his water before it had a chance to spread...and Alt charged towards the door immediately, roaring his demand that whoever was responsible for that arrow show himself now. Well, he received what he wished for.

The figure outside fired a flaming arrow into Alt's shoulder. Bech tried more water, but missed. *quirks a brow as he writes that, wondering how Bech missed with a pitcher of water* Char cast a strong wind to put out the flame. Alt retreated to his office to see to the arrow, and Bech toppled a table to use as a shield. Two arrows struck that wooden table, and Bech put out that fire with more water. Charquin casted some spell, what it was I dunnae know, for I did nae see her after that...until much later. Well we journeyed outside and found the archer...a stocky cloaked figure.

Bech and Azorah charged for him, while I retreated into the shadows and looked for more of them. From what I can tell in the papers, they dunnae travel alone. The figure shot another arrow, this one at Bech, but this one was evaded. Azorah clamored down the beach, and seemed to try to snatch it up in her jaws. The figure evaded that, and her charging feet. He then went after me, for some reason. He tackled me...and I responded by trying to bring a dagger up into his gut. I missed, and he tried to slash at my face in retaliation. He missed, and a sandstorm enveloped us both, which forced him to loose his grip on me, and gave me an opportunity to get away. That must have been Char's action...Bech brought his sword's hilt the figure while he was fumbling about with sand in his eyes. Bech then tackled him, but the figure eluded his grasp and took to running. I made sure he didn't get away...by lodging an airborne dagger in his leg...He faltered, and Azorah pinned him. We found this figure was a dwarf...I brought a dagger near his face and told him to answer my questions....that made him squeal...a squeal that was annoying in itself, but also summoned his comrades...seven more dwarves, long swords in hand.

After some deliberation...too much hesitation...we decided to accept Azorah's offer to climb upon her back so that she may carry us off to safety. Bech climbed first...I would nae climb until I saw Char safe on Az's back. Char eluded my sight, and had attempted to climb up the dragoness without assistance. With her legs in their injured state she could nae manage it. And after Bech and I attempted to lift her onto Az's back, and failed in doing so, I might add, the charging dwarves showed their expertise in magic by using it to transport her from our grasp into their clutches...I hesitantly climbed aboard Az...Gods, she even took a few arrows just trying to get us all away...She dropped us off on a barrier isle nearby, and took to flight, to take care of her own wounds. I questioned the dwarf further...he told me if Char was alive, she was with the ancestors...I told him to elaborate...and then the unexpected happened. A giant plucked me up, and announced he was leaving with the dwarf. Bech tried to force the giant to put me down by threatening to kill the dwarf, but that only made him threaten to step on Bech. We let him take the dwarf...and the giant put me down, and told us of an exchange tonight...at 10....I cannae shake the screams I heard as the night progressed...the screams of Charquin...my love...echoing throughout the night...

Damnit there are too many questions left unanswered...even with my research that substituted for sleep....Why did the take her, of all of us....what did the giant mean by exchange, we have no dwarves captive as far as I know...damnit, I can't help feeling I could have done more....should have done more....a quicker decision here, a more decisive action there. But what ifs will do me no good. I've read the isle's past encounters of giants and dwarves...They met them in their first month, and two infants were caused to grow rapidly to their adulthood. A giant attack four months later resulted in severe damage to the dome, Alt's mind left in shambles, and a lad named Torin found dead...The giants were apparently wished off the isle when the ship of wishes came next...which makes me wonder how they are even here...dwarves were mentioned later when the death of the isle's elder, Lord Merrick Pryce, took place...and they were suspected as acting with Qko and Alt, who was supposedly under control by someone else.

These are the people responsible for the fire of the bazaar...I am sure of that. But why they dared to attack the dome, I still cannae figure out...

But one thing is for certain...tonight I will get Char back...no matter what the cost...

*he sighs and quickly signs his name on the bottom of his now full parchment*

Eyas Hawk

*he dons his cloak and heads out, leaving the ink to dry*

Journal Entry: 22 February, Eyas Hawk

"still pacing the floor of the study so she wont wake her husband she falls into a chair and pulls her journal to her as she begins to write in it"

What the hell happened last night? A giant, dwarfs and Sharken?? I felt so helpless. I failed everyone. Including myself...Neo is dead and its my fault. Alterio and Kell injured.. I tried to inch my way to them but the sharken attacked Neo again..killing him. I froze and couldnt move.

Now we have 7 days to find   a way to stop them Or leave the island. HOW do we stop them? Hell we were out numbered last night as it was. And i have a feeling we will be more so when Friday arrives.

Some are already talking of leaving the island. Will it be just me and Alterio left there to die? While most run away to hide or leave the island, hopeing to return when or if things settle down? Hell i even failed him last night. I tried to heal him but failed miserably.

And afterwards... the arguing in Dome. Gods they should be thinking of a way to stop them from succeeding in their attempt to take over the island. People that werent even there and had no damn clue what had happened. But would they listen? Did they have to face the giant, or the sharken attacking? NO they werent there. But yet they argued about something they knew nothing about.

Eh well i expected no less.

Vixen

"she sighs and signs her name quickly, leaving the journal open to dry as she gets ready to go to the Boutique"

Journal Entry: 23 February, Vixen Blade Carazzi