Dear Journal,

Never have I felt so dead in all my life. Xanthia asked for a dissolution of the marriage. There is nothing I can do now...all I have left is hope, which is fading fast. I want to die and yet...that is no way out.I've made far to many mistakes...Why am I so useless!? It hurts so much. I almost don't even want to hold to the memories anymore,but I still hold on. It's far too painful...no sword could ever cut so sharp. I don't think I'll ever get over Xanthia, I know I still love her.She said perhaps we could reconcile, but for the first time, I think she actually lied to me...she doesn't even trust me. Lately, I think she's beginning to avoid me.Why am I such a failure?! My how things have changed, we were so happy and I ruined it all.That was the worst day of my entire life. I am truly no longer alive. There is nothing left to live for...I am broken.

Eden Arcane
-Journal Entry 18 June, Eden Arcane

Jamek takes his journal, putting quill to parchment stiffly through bandaged joints:

It is a pity that, after my ressurection, my once-fabled duelling skills have fallen off. That braggart who attacked me in the Inn would not be yet breathing in another life, back in ThornHenge. Though his skills were impressive, especially his defense, this Nemesio was beatable; I saw the openings, but between my wounded arm and my diminished skills, I was but able to score with one blow to the villain. This cannot stand, and I shall be sure to redouble my efforts to heal my arm and return to the form and mastery I am used to. I regret that my injury prevents me from practicing with my beloved bow as well. The wounds delivered in the skirmish in the Pleasuredome are minor, but both Xanthia and the little healer lass Licia prevailed upon me to let them mend, so here I rest, bandaged like a leper. Xanthia is worried, but Licia is a competent healer, and I feel much better already.

My concern turns to Lyrias; when she received news of the altercation, she began to seethe. Apparently she has a debt of vengeance against the henchman, Mori, who killed her husband. I can understand her desire for vengeance; I only hope she keeps her wits about her. I do not think he would fight fair or honorably, and she is yet too impetuous. I cannot hold her back, however, and will not try. She is well trained, and she is a Morgan, worth more than those two blackhearts put together. But I remember still when she cried when Orion pulled on her hair as a child....

My regret is that I am not available to try to meet with Sir Carazzi to straighten all this mess out. I only hope that, by making the attack upon my person in the neutral ground of the Pleasuredome known to him, he will make steps to ensure that that doesn't happen a second time. As Licia will not let me out of the house, taking on the role of the slumbering Xanthia's will, I find myself without the energy to insist, instead spending time telling Christopher tales of Morgan adventures from back home, of my youth and the lives of my children. I hope the boy grows up to live out my heritage of honor and dignity.

I will send Sir Alterio a letter, warning him of the two brigands who assailed me. Perhaps they can be brought to justice, before they drag anyone else to the hell set aside for them."

Jamek then writes a letter, sending it by messenger to the home of Sir Carazzi. -Journal Entry 19 July, Lord Jamek Morgan

~After returning to her home,with Thia's help, knocking a few things over in the process, she stumbles in the door, and picks up her journal, moving to sit at the kitchen table.~

Ooooooohhh.. I got soooooo drunk at the dome with Ros tonight. I hope I didnt wake anyone up coming home. I think I left my armor at the door though. Hmm.. Ill have to get that before Father wakes up.

Everyone is worried about me and Nems and Mori.. I dun know why though. I can handle myself. Father shouldnt worry so much.

~Feels a wave of nausea come over her and darts for the back door. Then decides to go on up to her room and sleep before her Father does discover her.~

-Journal Entry 19 July, Lyrias Dreams

:: scrawls a short entry as she rests

Dear Journal:

Well things are in an uproar. Nemesio attacked Father. Mori was there to make sure no one interfered, but I was lining up to be next, should he have died. I didnt interfere but I sure wanted to.

Then, next night ... last night even.. After having some drugged tea (and sleeping all damn day) I come in to the dome. And Eden's drunk.
And my sister's drunk.
And Rosalyn's drunk.
I helped Eden home then came back and helped Lyrias home. I think Father heard us but I dont know.

She'll probably end up having to clean stables or something.. heh Anyway... I got stuff to do...

Later,
Xanthia
::leaves the journal open and goes off to take care of her chores
-Journal Entry 19 July, Xanthia

~After racing Thia into the house and ganging up on Chris in a tickle-attack, she goes to her room, and sits to write.~

Well, Mori was in the dome tonight. I managed to keep myself into check.. that was a hard feat to accomplish. I honestly dont know how I did it.

So was Nemesio. Its never been peaceful between he and I. Never. We have always been at opposing sides. Always fighting for opposite reasons. I dont think it will ever be peaceful between us. He has an ingrown hatred for all things Morgan.

This is worried about her and Eden. I know she loves him, and I think he loves her too. But, how this will ever work out between them.. I dont know.

All the talk of relationships with Thia makes me think more and more about Ben. I do miss seeing him here. But, even more, I miss opening this door and seeing him lying there in the bed, sleeping, when I come in from the Shoppe.

Thia questioned why I was working so much, staying at the Shoppe all night. I dont want to tell her its because Im heart-broken that Ben's talking of leaving, again. I do miss him. I know he has his own agenda, and it doesnt include me. He just has to go on with his life, and not worry about me anymore. Ill be fine.. eventually. I always am.

Lyrias Dreams Morgan

~Sighing, she changes into some of her work clothing, and slips out of the house to her shoppe to start working again on some new jewelry.~
-Journal Entry 21 July, Lyrias Dreams Morgan

~Stands at the front of his ship and gazes out over the calm morning water. The cool sea breeze calms him briefly but he knows it will eventually be a hot day. The island lay dead ahead and he was slightly happy to see land again. It had been so long since the last time and he had things to do ashore. As he watched his approach into the harbor he struck up a pen and his captain's log.~

Captain's Log,
It is day 121 and I have finally reached land after four months travel at sea. I shall dock "Victory of Man" and see what there is to see ashore. The map indicates this to be Crystal Shores and I have never been. I have to make a few repairs on the sails and get fresh water before we are underway again. Oh, and I need some money too. Perhaps this place can offer me something for my needs. We shall have to see.

~Puts down the pen and book and takes in a deep breath before pulling into the Silver Seaport Marina.~
-Journal Entry 21 July, Vincent Baine

...having sat for the last few days,I now know That this Journal of mine was Started after boarding a ship. I do know this much from the entries.
1 I am Beljaron Polgarath Knight and Priest. Belj for short.
2 I left to escape something terrible that befell me as a youth

It seems I only made a few non-descript entries pryor to losing my memory, but what little i did write is much better than wondering who I might be.

I must make a way for myself in this land. does not appear to be much call for a priest but I hear at least on family might need the help of a knight.

-Journal Entry 21 July, Beljaron Polgarath

~Arriving home, in the dead of the night, still covered in soot, and exhausted, she takes the time to clean herself up, and sit at her desk to write in her journal.~

Well, it seems my working might actually help me out some. Im too tired to truly think straight. I did at least look in on Christopher. He is sleeping peacefully. Thia was sleeping, and so was Father. I havent spoken to either since yesterday. And Thia, since we tickle-attacked Christopher last night.

Perhaps thats for the best too. I dont know that Im much in the mood for discussing her relationship with Eden, or lack thereof, tonight. I dont want to think of Ben. I dont want to think of the fact that my bed is as empty as it was nearly the entire time I was married to Taelie. ~sighs~

~Raking her hand through her hair, she tucks it behind her ears and begins to write once again.~

Such things do me no good. Ill wake in the morning, spend some time with Christopher and Father, and Thia, then go back to the shoppe. No time to think there, really. Too much to pay attention to to keep me from burning myself or messing up a piece of jewelery. Its time for some new inventory. I should have done this earlier. I just didnt have the time, nor the desire to work. I just wanted to stay here with Christopher, and not see a living soul. Become a hermit, and live out the rest of my life in quiet seclusion.

Not anymore. I long for company again. I have my Family, and yes, they are company enough. I am glad to have my Family. But, the company I crave, I cant get from them.

Enough. There are better things to focus my mind on. There are plans to be made. Things to be seen to. And not enough time to accomplish it all like I want to.

Lyrias Dreams Morgan
-Journal Entry 22 July, Lyrias Dreams Morgan

:: finding herself tossing and turning she gets up and pulls her journal from it's resting place. Taking up her quill she begins to write..

Dear Journal:

This day has been most upsetting. I cannot sleep so I must try to write it now as best I can. I departed from my usual ways. And wearing a light sun dress, I went to the Dome unarmed. I know father would have a fit, but I did it. People began to file in and Lo and behold, Charquin came in. Oh t'was so good to see her! She looked well and seemed fit, too. Gwendallin also came in and we all started to talk.

Then .. Nemesio came in and Mori also ..

Nemesio had a purpose.

He started making demands of Char about a purchase he wished to make of some horses. She out and out refused to do business with him. He made overt threats then sent Mori over to where we sat to force the issue. he used some pretty strong extortion like tactics, threatening both Char, Gwen & the business. Still Char refused.

Mouse came in and during all this he started trying to speak to Nemesio. They saw he was a friend and Nems said he'd hurt him to prove a point. I tried to stop the attack but couldnt get between them fast enough at first to prevent Mouse from being cut. I did manage to get between them and stop any further attacks. Then I bandaged Mouse up.

We talked. He asked my why I did it and I sad because of friendship... But friendship wasnt thru with me yet...

In the mean time Nemesio had gone back to tormenting Char. She backed away from him as he tried reaching for her face. Mouse said he actually did grab her, I didnt see it but I believe him. I did hear her though. She asked him not to touch her and backed away further. I turned to watch and Nemesio 'cornered her' and ... well she kneed him in the groin! I ran to the door and held it open for her, telling her to get away and Char ran. I shut the door and blocked it with my body, leaning against it and not moving. Then, I sent Mouse out and then i stood there, waiting for what would happen next.

What happened next was... scary. Eden was inside the dome too. He didnt move. Nemesio took up a sword again and threatened me, saying not that I 'was there alone what was to prevent him from killing me?'.. I didnt have an answer to that so I said he could always try. He looked at Eden and said I hope you enjoy this. Then he turned to strike me, but I was moving away from the door and he missed.

People outside heard the comotion and were trying to get in. It was Eyas, Tobias & Ros but I wouldnt let them in. I yelled at them to go away.. go look & find Char but they didnt listen. So I had moved to let them inside. If I hadnt... I might be dead now. I had no weapon to fight back with. I was in a dress.

Nemesio hissed at me as they all but fell in the door that I was lucky they'd arrived.

Eden just sat there. ....

I shudder to think of anyone who could do such a thing as that and yet the words are true. He just sat there. He would allowed me to die, unarmed at Nemesio's sword. I dare not tell a soul of this. It frightens me even now.

I must sleep... my heart aches my eyes are weary and my soul cries... yet I find no peace...

Yet... I must sleep...

Xanthia
-Journal Entry 22 July, Xanthia