Dear Journal, I'm writing for the last time as an uncollared woman. Tomorrow I will be collared by Nemesio, I already am his slave tonight, Mumphra gave me one hour to say my goodbye's and report to the Elven camp and Nemesio....my master sighs will claim me tomorrow. I am foolish for doing what I did, but I had no choice, surely they would have killed Crimson had I not spoken up. Enslaved for 100 years and certainly I will die before it is over. Proably well before my time. I've given up any hope, the only way to free me is to kill Sir Paul and I will not let anybody do that just to free me, my life is not worth his.

Kevorin is safe, he returned tonight in time to say goodbye and tell me where he had been. Crimson returned to the dome, gathering things, saying he was going hunting, I told him to find a place to hide, but men do not listen to slaves it seems. I ust go quickly, I have to get to the Elven camp as soon as possible, I don't wish to upset anybody on my first day.

*she packs away her journal and runs towards the Elven camp, struggling to find her way in the dark. When she arrives she looks around unsure of what to do next. Finally she just chooses a tree and lays beneath, using her cloak to cover her, laying as still as possible, feeling very much alone and scared.

-Journal Entry 7 April, Roaslyn Lovine

**at dawn, he glances down from his branch and grimaces. one hand going to the small of his back, he rubs it gently. Shimying down the inland tree he drops the last foot down and crouches. His head darts towards the left, right and finally behind him as he shifts a few dead limbs and leaves away from his pack. Pulling out a small bread roll he eats it quietly and freezes like a statue as a twig breaks behind him. Reflexivly his hand goes towards his short sword scabbard and finds it empty. Darting his eyes around he adjusts his foot and realizes he's standing on it and the claymore flat. Balling his fist, be damned it all. he pushes up and spins on his heels behind him. A startled spider monkey chirps and flails its arms as it goes racing away. Relaxing, he scowls and retrieves his equipment.

Pulling out a small rolls of writing paper, he dabs the pinky small quill into a freshly open ink blotter and writes:

First day out. Uneventful. Retraced my steps bakck towards the dome late last night. Ros was there. She filled me in on what happened after I left. Nemesio attempts to put a foothold into his vainglorious idea of godhood. 100 years as his slave. Trione and Mumphra backing his every idea. Well. I might be old, but I'll be damned if these 3 get what they want. So I've decided on a few things last night. Hunting. Lots and Lots of Hunting. Trophies. Oh say, a Crimson Knight Head here on the Dome's Doorway. Trione Dancing naked in one of the dome's cages. A SLAVE collar wrapped around her pale skinny neck. Mumphra. Dead. For good this time. And Nemesio. No. No No. I'll save the best for last with him.

-Journal Entry 7 April, Grand Protectorate Crimson

::: drags the chaise lounger across the floor of the home, near to a window, then settles, journal in lap to write :::

Seems something about here is amiss... I dont know what.. but, it is odd to me that I have seen nor heard hide nor hair of Uncle Alterio. Not a person has anything to say of him as of late. Now, even I know that is far too odd to go unnocticed for long. The Founder of the Isle silent? ::: smirks::: That'd be the day that I quiet being bratty. Alterio is never quiet... and Im sure his father is much the same.

::: considers the letter she left for Thia, and the non reply:::

I dont know w hat happened. I told Thia that she and Christopher could move into the home with me.. that I didnt mind, but, I have heard no reply from her on the matter. I will have to track her down and speak with her, Im sure it just slipped her mind.

Anyway, I have much to do today... perhaps another sneak visit to the Manor... I want to see the children so badly. Maybe I can make it inside...

Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

::: sands the short entry, rises, and goes about finding some clothes to blend in well with the shadows about the Manor::::
-Journal Entry 7 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire

{{The former whores, known as the 'Girls' or 'Kittens', were awakened from their sleep last night by Boss Kuno's angry voice demanding to be let inside. Timidly, one of the youngest opened the door of the pink Sandcastle to admit their employer, the master of their charge.

He did not storm in, as they expected he would, but went upstairs making no further sounds to his slave's room. They have not seen him since, but heard crashing and wild-animal cries of anguished rage all through the night.}} **Kuno now sits in an unfurnished room, decorated only by fresh splatters and bizarre prints made in his slave Hiretsukan's blood. He is tired, and rests next to the unconscious body of his slave. Prodding his quill into a fresh wound on Hiretsukan's back, he pens this journal entry in blood.**

Feeling better.
Plan 'V' was a rousing failure, and Cipriana's reaction to what little she knew of it wasn't helping me any. then I got some attitude from Bradley last night, but I have already taken care of him.

Trione will not suffer such a fool to live long once she learns he is of no further use. And the one who will impart this information will be none other than he to whom it will do the most harm. Delicious.

I spent the night here with my good slave at the Castle. I have tired to make Cipriana into more than she has ever been, buit she refuses, and makes herself less. Jealousy has no place in the heart of one whose resaon to be is the service of another. She should have taken joy in the thought that I might have found someone to be happy with.

And yet I am pleased by her display, for she has at last revealed herself. She claimed to love me, but in truth only loves herself. How wonderful for her it would be if the one that owned her fawned over her, and became as a plaything to her. She only wanted for it to be true, those words she sent to Achethe, believing I wouldn't know... "He's Mine."

I belong to No One!

Good or ill, that is how it shall always be.

-Journal Entry 7 April, Boss Kuno

**Settling into the underbrush, he looks up to the midday sun and sighs, sweat rolling off his face like water, a fine trickle sputters out from his face when he sighs. A brief drink from the waterskin and he pulls out a crumpled piece of parchment. A map of the island. Wiping his forehead he checks the map then glances around his current environment. Already he can smell the faint sulphur and ash of the sleeping vulcan's rim some 30 or 40 miles above him. Unfolding the scroll, he blots down a few more passages with his pink sized quill.**

Current path still north. Happened to see a few aboriginal inhabitants of the island. Wilder versions of elves it seems. Thankfully none noted by passing. IF they did, they didn't seem to care.

Higher up I go. I should be able to gain some kind of generalized view of the northern ends of this place. They say IronThigh's Wall guarding her section of the land is somewhat impressive to see. Once taken into account, I'll work on something to making sure she gets a personalized message. Something she won't soon forget about.

Time to Play the Game.

**Settling himself in deeper shadows of the brush, he closes his eyes. "a small nap and i'll head out." However, with the day's events running about his muscles, he soon finds himself asleep. Well into the late hours of twilight.** -Journal Entry 7 April, Grand Protectorate Crimson

Reaches for the only thing she has of comfort lately, and begins to write, quickly, the thoughts pouring from her mind*

Journal,

What a mess life has become of late. I dont know what to do anymore, it all seems so hopless.

I have but seen Eyas once in the past 4 days, he is recovering from his wounds, and needs rest, but oh how i miss him, I need his quiet strength, and words of wisdom right about now. Our wedding has been put on hold it seems, through no decision of mine, or his, but do to circumstances out of our controll. Oh, how i wish for him to just hold me and tell me all will be well. I can nae handle this chrade of being "brave" all the time.

I have nae seen M'lord Sirith in some time either, I am a bit concerned for his well being, there is much mystery surrounding that man, and i fear his life may be in danger, though he speaks little of it. Always involved in those books.

Seems also M'lord CarazziII has joined the SSAG!!! He came in when the raided the dome wearing their uniform, can ye belive it!! I swore to all that there has to be a reason, he would nae jepordize his establishment like this...I told them all that they need to trust him..there has to be a reason, but to be truthful, i am scared out of my wits, I do nae know whats going on with this, but whatever it is its evil!

Ros has been taken slave to Nemesio! She offered her own freedom so that GPC could live!!! Damn woman, she knows better then to interfear where Nems is concerned...The man is an unholy bastard, and was more then overjoyed i'm sure to take her up on that request. She was originally to be Mumphra's slave, but then he allowed her to choose which master she wanted, and it was Nems. They had this planned all along i'm sure. Nems has wanted her from day one..he would jump at the chance to obtain something he could nae normally get on his own.

Bastards!! All of them....and ros..how could she offer, i know she wanted to save a mans life, but she knows better...she can never save someones life by giving in the the very force that threatnes it!! By gods they will try and kill him anyway, promises mean little to them, so she has given her freedom in vain..

I can nae do much at this moment..how that hurts...I must take into account the guild, and what i am obligated not to do. I cannae take anothers property without just cause, and ros herself offered...they didnt take her..she offered..blasted woman, she tied my hands with that comment.

I recieved word from Anastatia today, she still doesnt belive my relation to her, but none the less in her own crass way she informed me she was comming..though not for the wedding as i had hoped, she is comming to dispell my notion of being her sister..how can i ever convince her..

This is all to much, my head is spinning, my thoughts are muddled and i have nae slept in 2 days....

Oh Eyas, where are ye when i so desperatly need you...

*leaves the journal open to dry, falling into a fit of tears once again*

-Journal Entry 8 April, Lady Charquin Clemont

What a mess? The while Island has gone insane. Ros volunteers to be Nem's slave then disappears. Alterio is an SSAG guard now? This makes no sense at all. And I hear he raided the dome. Im glad for once i wasnt there when that happened. I would be in more trouble if i had been. But i hear im in trouble with him anyways thanks to that bitch Felina. The nerve of that incompetent. Taking Mairin from the manor and not leaving word where they are going and NOT returning before dark. NOW i hear he found them on the docks with the whores. He shoulda killed her.

But i guess thats to easy. He would rather blame me when i supposedly didnt do as he asked. How the hell could I when I Couldnt find her or that bitch, Felina. And no one knew where they were.

Cip is letting her jealousy show. She casted a damn illusion spell on me last night over that damn pendant. I know she read the View about it and from what i hear she wasnt to happy about the Poem Kuno wrote either and they fought over that. Kuno took her in his office last night after the spell wore off and chas tried to take the blame for it. But when he asked Cip, she admitted she is the one that did it. I dont know what happened after that. I had enough and headed for home.

And that damn priest, Thamior.. praying for me.. I dont want or need his prayers.

Nems came in looking for his slave last night. It seems that Rhonan dragged Ros out of dome earlier for some reason. They didnt return to dome.

But it seems even though i havent been around much lately, -I- still get into trouble thanks to idiots like Felina. Ironic isnt it....

Vixen

"rubs her temples and sighs as she shoves the journal aside leaving it open to dry"
-Journal Entry 8 April, Vixen Blade