I should not have ventured from my room last night. I go to Dome for a short time and walk in just in time to hear Alterio say I was a mistake. Thats not bad enough but he included Thia in the same sentence?? Fine, I ignored him. Then, shortly after he leaves I am confronted by Obsydiann. And then Mori...telling me that Obsydiann is saving my life. That the others in dome want my blood? And he and she will save my life IF I pay him 100,000gp. He then threw a parchment on the table for me to sign, giving him 100,000gp. I hesitated to sign so he tells me -if- i dont sign it They will kill me. And that he knows I killed Nems.
I wanted no confrontation with them so I signed it. Then he says for me to not tell Kuno because Kuno wont like it that one of his women is paying him.
"she reads it over and sighs as she was already upset when she came to dome but those events are stated as best as she can remember them."
What more can happen? Who the hell knows....
Alterio is to marry Jane I hear. Well I wish him luck thats all i have to say about that matter.
"she shoves the journal aside and rubs her trobbing tembles afteranother night of no sleep"
-Journal Entry 21 April, Vixen Blade
{Rummages the desk, looking for parchment, she finds some of Vixen's old paper, she stratches against the quill, even the ink is running low, seems she will have to get things together and head down to the bazaar to purchase a few needed items.}
Dear journal,
I am stuck in this office, locked in. I locked Alterio's entrance, the main entrance, and the windows. Mori stated he was to burn down the Dome over something that occured this evening, I really can't blame his train of thought. The hen house was holding their committee meeting, which is fine, I dont have a problem with that, but in all due respect it should be held in their office. Instead one of the local perverts were out, and came into the Dome, searching to cause trouble. So Mori took it upon himself, and did damage control before anything could take place. He killed the filthy bastard. The hen house, of course condemed him for it. But I know if it were one of them who got molested in the process, they would have taken action. One way or the other. So they sat back and watched. Then they make comments to Mori, about bloodshed, and what not. I think its pretty hypercritical. They dont want to see the bloodshed, yet they want to be protected. They have cliques. I hate cliques, why..must there be small groups of people who can not communcate with those who are not within their clique? And when they do, its usually sarcastic, or they look at you as if you had three heads. I just dont know...I am off to purchase two wedding gifts.
Chastity De'kartan.
-Journal Entry 23 April, Chastity De'Kartan
::sitting at the table in her kitchen, across from Christopher, she pushes her half-eaten food away, takes out her journal and begins to write as the child finishes his food, ocassionally looking up to check on him:::
Taelie is finally back. He speaks of his brother being dead, and how I saved him... how exactly, I dont know and he wont tell me. Yet.
Christopher seems to have adjusted well. He misses Thia. I think he will like it here, especially once Taelie heals fully. Taelie will likely be glad to have another child around. Azorah will like it, I know.
He is so well mannered, polite, and quiet. As though somewhere inside he believes no one wants him. The child has been passed around so much. From Katelin, to Thia, and now to me. Well, this time it will be more stable. And, another thing is, I dont want a thing his Father would have to offer. I can raise Christopher myself, with Taelie. I can make a living for us. I dont need anyone elses help to make sure the child is cared for as he should be.
:: glancing fondly at the boy across from her as she writes, she smiles, watching him eat, before turning back to write:::
Things around me change so quickly, and that too is strange for one who lives as long as I do. Normally change comes slowly... not all at once.
Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire
:::Noticing the child fidget and squirm a bit in his chair, she signs the incomplete entry and leaves it to air dry as she stands, offering Christopher her hand, and they both walk off towards the Shoppe:::
-Journal Entry April 23, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire
::: taking a moment from repairing one of her favorite gowns, she lays the old leather bound journal into her lap and slowly begins to write, taking a moment to further think things through:::
The one to whom I am collared will be gone a bit. Seems he and the Lady Blade have married. I have known M'lady Blade for a long while now, she will be good to those whom M'Lord Kuno has collared.
I still know nothing of what is expected of me. I suppose I will find out soon enough. At least M'Lord Kuno will allow me to return to my own home in the evenings.. so much has already been agreed. From what I know of him, he seems a fair man...and perhaps this is just what I needed. To have someone need things from me. Simply... a purpose again. It will be so good to finally have a purpose once agian. Something that I am supposed to accomplish.
Tikaris Kyra Flynn{BK}
::nodding slightly, she fingers the collar about her throat, dusting the page with a bit of fine sand to dry and prepares to write a letter to her Master and Mistress in congratulations::::
-Journal Entry 23 April, Tikaris Kyra Flynn{BK}
::sitting alone in her home, she stares emptily out the window... the one thing noticed gone on her husband's dead body was his wedding ring as she and Goon lowered his body into the volcano:::
They took his ring... the ring I gave him. I will find out who has it.
::wipes bitterly at her tears as she tries again to write.. to vent, to let go of everything and focus once again::::
Slavery.... what does it matter? Im dead inside.. my husband, my heart is gone. All I have now is the child. Christopher. I will raise him as best I can...
::: she rises, leaving the journal, as she thinks of Christopher, and moves upstairs to his room, looking in on him, glad that he isnt awake to see her a bloody mess, then closes the door quietly::::
What to do now? Taelie is gone... ::: she sighs deeply, trying only to keep the tears from her eyes again::: My husband is dead and I live to mourn him with every waking breath I take... what more could any wish upon me to cause pain? What more could be taken from me?
::Not able to control her tears or grief any longer, she rises, moving to the dooway, leaning against it as she lets her tears fall simply, quietly:::::
-Journal Entry 24 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire
The sun filters in through the windows in the bedroom waking her from a deep sleep, she sits up with beads of sweat clinging to her. She looks around the room trying to get her bearings, realizing she is safe she lays back againest the pillows with a sigh, her head aching. She reaches to the side of the bed for her satchel and grabs air, she looks over the side and see's its not in its usual place near her bed, she sits up slowly and brings her feet to the floor. She searches around the room for what seems like a long time and finally she just sits in the big chair at her desk, pulling out her journal...
Dearest Journal,
Oh how my head aches, and I can not find my satchel, where could it be, I never have it leave my side. I've awoken late, and I don't recall much of what happened last night, the things I do remember I'm not sure if they really occured or not..I remember being at the arena and Khal and some man named Bob were sparring, then I remember being at the dome and dancing with Gwen and then that's it. I don't know what happened after that, I have a few blurry memories of being carried away by somebody, a drow perhaps, but I wouldn't be here now if that was the case, would I? sighs Oh heavens, what am I to do?
She leaves the journal open on the desk without signing her name and heads downstairs to fix a cup of tea and start the day a little later than usual.
-Journal Entry April 24, Rosalyn Lovine
::: having spent most of her morning in solitude, save for the company of Christopher, she recieves the letter from Aemery, responds, and once again begins crying. Trying to calm the child with offers of going out to play, she nods to send him off, drags out her journal and begins writing:::
Everything seems so empty now. Not that Taelie ever truly spent time here... but, knowing, now, that he wont ever come through those doors is more than I think I can bear.
I swear Im losing my mind. Last night.. be it dream, or wishful thinking... I heard distinctively someone telling me it would be alright. I know the voice it is spoken with somewhere.. but, it was too soft to be certain of its owner.
::dragging a hand raggedly through her red hair, she glances out at Christopher as he plays near the door, and begins again to write:::
Not meant to be.... it couldnt have been. We were not together for long periods of time. But, I loved him. I did. Truly. No one can take the memories, but, they have taken the essence of everything within those memories. They have taken him away from me.
:::with those words, she sprinkles the scroll with sand, and leaves it to dry, rising and leaning in the doorway, letting her tears flow free::::
-Journal Entry 24 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire
~Death, the fallacy of a spiritual decapitation..
Where most ridicule within their own hibernation.
~Yesturday's dreams turn into an escapade of reluctant mimesis pain..
The thoughts of mere mortality is where one would be driven insane.
~Death, is the provider of the equivilance of sorrow..
What will be left when there is no tomorrow?
~Memories begin to fade, circumfranced, and triaged, no longer exsisting..
Only driven pride hallows within the lurking of shadows, resisting.
~Death, once grasped and accepted, only to bring fate..
Gluttonous reapers, fight over the lingering debate..
~Malovent whispers come innoculationed tones, speaking softly in monotonous moans..
~Will they speak your name, Vixen Blade?, or yours, Mori? mayhap, yours..Alterio...or even mine.
-Journal Entry 24 April, Chastity D. De'Kartan
Dear Journal,
The last few days have been great. I went on a date with Cipriana. I must say it's the time I've really enjoyed myself in a while. I enjoy her company very much and I look forward to spending time with her again.Last night, for some reason, I felt such a feeling of dread that I ran to Cipriana's house just to see if she was okay. I'm not sure why, but I was just so worried about her. Boss is back from his honeymoon, but I did not see Vixen. Well, that's all for now.
Eden Arcane
-Journal Entry 25 April, Eden Arcane
::: rising from her bed, she walks silently across her floor to the opened doors to the balcony. Standing there, she leans against the rails, taking in the early morning light::::
Time... what is it to those who take time away from me? Truly, it cannot mean the same to them as it does me. Alterio is not elven.. it isnt the same to him. He isnt supposed to live centuries ontop of centuries as I am... and now Im meant to live them as close to utterly alone as I think I can bear. The one companion I have had that I thought I could stay with for those centuries is gone... and so is Azorah.. :::sighs:::
:::rakes her hand through her lengthening red hair, moving to sit upon the chaise which she has moved outside::::
Christopher... he is the only person left keeping me moving and going. He needs someone to take care of him. Otherwise, who knows how I would react. I dont even know myself. Christopher knows something is wrong. Though, he didnt know Taelie long enough to understand what was going on between us... he knows it hurts me. I try to hide the pain I feel over the loss of Taelie from him.
::: shakes her head... too many thoughts of her husband at once. She rises, leaving the journal upon the bannister to dry as she moves inside, to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself, Christopher, and Hiretsukan:::::
-Journal Entry 26 April, Lyrias Dreams Wynterfire