*Sits quietly at home, her mind whirling over the past recent events and decides to commit some of her thoughts to parchment, though so much has happend, her thoughts are choppy at best*

The recent events about the Isle are enough to make the most commited citizen think about departing upon the first available ship. All that fighting...all those horrid creatures i thought only existed in ledgends, and old wives tales. Giants, and dwarfs..HERE!!

I guess they have been about for some time, though none have witnessed their presence. They have witnessed ours though, and from what i gathered they do nae like it much.How could i ever explain to anyone who was nae there that i was actually taken hostage by a giant? They would think me touched for sure!! The horrid thing took me to some sort of cave, at least i think it a cave, it was dark and dismal, and i do belive underground...I was chained and beaten, and made use of as a slave.

Somehow i was released the next day? Still dont know how, mayhap as a bargining chip, mahap as a sign of good faith.7 days! Were were given 7 days to leave this Isle or be killed. We all came togeather at Carazzi Manor, and defended our homeland, and thank the gods that be we were sucessful.

I do hear rumors that over 100 were killed that day..those that chose not to band with us.This was the most horrid fight i have ever witnessed, several were hurt. I did nae know this isle harnessed such horrific trials. Is enough to make one question thier choice of homes.

Thank the gods tis over..for now anyway, no one knows for sure what trials and tribulations lay in store for us here.Tis a question of the citizens loyalty and dedication to their home, that will be the deciding factor if the Isle survives with its current inhabitants..or if it becomes a barren, lifeless pile of sand.

Journal Entry: 5 March, Ldy_Charquin

**Writing shakily as he is allowed the time and equipment to do so**

Well I have completley lost all track of time, if the illness I have wasnt doing a good enough job of that the rmmom I am being kept in has no windows and only one door, all light is provided by a latern. My symptons have eased somewhat I still suffer disabilitating muscle cramps and convulsions at times, and the sweating of blood still persists.

**the quill skewers across the page as a spasm hits** I still have no idea where I am, nor who is looking after me, the original healer that is with me still cares for me but she seems scared, she said something about her not being able to leave till I am well...

Journal Entry: 5 March, Taeliesyn

Rosalyn wipes the sweat off her face,smearing the soot that had collected there. After a few hours of trying to get the shop in order she has decided to take a break, a well deserved one. She takes a seat on a stool behind the counter and retrieves her journal from under a stack of towels.She sighs as she opens the book and begins to write.

Dearest Journal, Its been so long since I have been able to write. It was not a time for writing anyway with all the danger that we were in. I miss Neo terribly, but terror quickly replaced my sadness when I was face to face with such a terrible creature as a sharken. I am happy to say that the island is safe now, so it seems anyway.

The giant that we were all so terrified by turned out to be just like us....only bigger. He came to call on us to help his wife. She had just had a baby and was bleeding heavily. I'm sorry to say that it was our fault that she didn't survive, had I just healed her again, perhaps she would have lived. The giant took his wife and they went out into the ocean, leaving us with a newborn baby the size of a divan. He's rather cute, even if he is bigger than I am. So it seems that things will continue on this island, we are a smaller community now, my heart goes out to those who suffered at the hands and teeth of the sharken and the dwarfs, if only those people had tried to join society, if they had just come outside and asked what was going on once in awhile, perhaps they wouldn't have been so surprised to meet their deaths.

The destruction that those beasts have caused is enough to make me sick, shops burnt and in need of work, the streets filthy with soot. I have been in my own shop all day trying to make some sort of difference in its appearence, I may have to hire somebody to do some repair work if I can't do it myself sighs Ah, well we will see, I must bring my writing to an end now,there is much work to be done.

Rosalyn Lovine
-Journal Entry 5 March

"she sits on the edge of her bed and pulls the journal to her and begins to write"

I havent written in a while. I have been to busy, what with the trying to keep things running smoothly at the manor as the guests arrived. Then the confrontation with the sharken and the near destruction of all the shops. They are being repaired as is the Dome.

We are staying at the manor til our home is repaired. I dont know when that will be finished. Its been pretty quiet here the last few days. The guests are gone and Alterio was gone for a few days.

My husband is still babying the eggs and I have managed to not be forced to sit on them til they hatched... as -if- that would work anyways.

After some bickering with Alterio the other night, the old man walked in and wanted to know what was going on. And im still not feeling well after he poured lye soap in my mouth. So I hope Alterio has checked on the work at dome. I was unable to leave the manor yesterday and may not be able to today either. AND it was his fault that im sick. He didnt have to blab to his father that i called him an ass.

Well enough for now. Hope to feel better and will write more soon.

Vixen "she scribbles her name and drops the journal on the floor as she falls back on the bed feeling miserable"

-Journal Entry 5 March, Vixen_Blade

Journal, 1st Week of March

"It's relaxing, you know.

I lie totally submerged, drifting, weightless... Eyes closed, breath held, like in the months before I was born. Idly my hand swishes through the liquid, feeling its viscosity and its subtle, clinging warmth. You can let the Priests talk of their heavens until the see it for themselves, only leave me be in this second womb, this place of Life...

My heart beats harder; not quickening, but with a growing urgency. My lungs begin to burn for air, and I know I cannot stay much longer. As always I grasp, and clutch, and stuggle to hold on to the peace that surrounds me now. And as always, I cannot; the very act of reaching for it dispells it, and I am now simply lost, and floundering.

And Drowning.

I burst from the surface, and I relive the experience of my birth; that first breath, and that cry of anguished rage against the life it brings me, and the world it brings me to.

I return to myself now, and wipe the sticky, cooling fluid from my eyes and dip my fingers into my mouth, tasting it, craving it, greedily consuming more and more. Soon I am like a feral cat, some primitive jungle beast, cleansing itself with tongue and paw.

My eyes open, then and take in the scene before me. I see a half-dozen Ogres, warriors all and proud. They are staring at me, at my naked body as I emerge from my shelter, from this pool of blood taken from sacrifices to their dark gods. They are making signs now, to ward off evil spirits, and devils; and I smile to see that they direct these wardings at me.

'Boss...' The Old Dragon now, with that concilliary tone that speaks to me of his growing concern. 'I do hope that you are not experiencing another ~Episode~ as you did on the last island...'

It sems now that I must find my voice. 'Don't worry about it.' I try to assure him. 'That was a completley different situation. There were only about 50 people on that island, anyway.'

'Four.' Mammon interjects, 'By the time we left it.'

I have to smile. Such pleasant memories, of a simpler age, when we took whatever we wanted and paid no mind to right or wrong. It was also the last time I was able to do what I had done tonight. To gather the victims of my ambitions, and open their throats, and be reborn.

'No, Old Dragon.' I walk to the edge of the cave and look out over the island. 'not this time. I have other plans this time.'

And so I have."
-Journal Entry 5 March, Boss Kuno

"after hearing the whispers about the guard seen talking to her husband and then leaving the grounds hurriedly with the basket of flowers, she opens the drawer of her desk and looks at the flower she found laying outside the manor a few nights ago. She shakes her head and pulls her journal over as she begins to write"

Is he seeing her again? Did he have flowers sent to Silvana? To many unanswered questions. He still has never mentioned her to me. But others are all to willing to talk. And now after our being at the manor, where she is staying, suddenly talk of him sending her flowers are running rampant.

If he wants her why doesnt he just tell me? Granted she doesnt look to bad for her age....but if he wanted to be with her, wouldnt he have married her? Or at least still be on the mainland with her as his mistress?

"she sighs and lays the flower on top the open journal and decides to go for a walk in the garden"

-Journal Entry 7 March, Vixen_Blade

I was meant to be dead; these words were spoken by my love on. I curse her, I curse everyone. She turned my amusement of pissing people off into a thirst for blood. A Knight I am not, never was I. But I struggled with the questions of what is good and what is considered immoral. I am beginning to love this immoral state of mind. Where there is nothing that I would consider. Where two devils would appear on my shoulders instead of that expecting angel.

There is nothing good in this man anymore. She’s right, I am not half the man I was, but that is because I am not even a man anymore. Some might say there never was good in me, but I always tolerated for the sake of mankind or for the sake of morality. I wished to enter nirvana and not be at burden the everlasting hatred. But that is forgotten. It’s going to be me versus the world.

If only had Trione talked to me more, but she seems busy. I am lost.. I am angry. I have lost all considerations, I had already lost the consideration of my own life, but this betraying of a love one had made me able to not consider not even my so-called daughter’s life. I denied love all my life, but once I had decided to acknowledge it, it only ended up destroying my humanity. I have this vengeance for love.

-Journal Entry 6 March, Nemesio Canales

::::walks through the halls of Carazzi Manor, glancing about herself once again. Opening the door of her room, she takes in the scent of the clean linens and wonderfully clean room kept for her. Sitting at her desk, she takes out her journal and begins to write::::

Ahh, to be home at last. No one knows how great a feeling it is to walk these halls again. To hear the others kept here milling about. Just to finally be back where I belong once again.

Though, it is a short reunion. I will be away again soon, one last time to check on those upon the mainland and make sure their wounds are healing and mending well.

I hear Taelie has gotten ill. I cant abide that. I have to find him and know what is going on with him. No one has seen him. Maybe I can find Azzy around here somewhere.

Ive missed my husband, and everyone else. I know Uncle Alterio is back, I just have yet to see him. Im sure he's out on one of his little erands. chuckles

Its just so good to be home. Im determined though, to not let the death of those I knew bother me. Ive learned too much in my time away. My life is so much longer than theirs. What good will it do me to pine around for them when they are gone and I will be here centuries past? It does no good, there are those still living and breathing yet to be taken care of.

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire :::rubs her eyes, unable to avoid sleep any longer, and moves to the bed, curling beneath the familliar linen and brocade, drifting into a deep sleep::::

-Journal Entry 8 March, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

Lyrias has returned finally. I wonder if Alterio knows yet. I dont think I want to be around when he finds out she went to the manor. He disowned her several months ago after he found out she married Tae. He was not happy about it and he isnt the type to have forgotten.

Lord Adam.. I dont trust him and I told him so last night. He is up to something. You can see the coldness in his eyes every time his brother's name is mentioned.

Charquin..."smirks" Her loose tongue is going to get her killed. I kept my temper in check last night as best I could.Throwing Val's name in my face.. Throwing rumors of my past in my face. And accusing me of sleeping with half the population on the isle, including Midgets? Bah i cant stand the midgets. And insinuating that my husband is with a different woman each week...

The self-righteous bitch that stands there and does nothing while a woman bleeds to death. She tried to turn that around on me also. At least -I- tried to heal the woman. I wasnt the one trying to stuff her with brush from the ground instead of trying to stop the bleeding. Her selfishness will one day catch up with her. She can try to shift the blame to others all she wants. If thats the only way she can live with herself.

Tis all for now. I have things to do today.

Vixen "Shoving the journal over, leaving it open to dry"

-Journal Entry 8 March, Vixen Blade