My Death Goddess has spoken, and she told me "take those who see not the consenquences, teach them to fear, teach them to cry, teach them to regret."

The death of this lady, who I found out they called Ezzie has affected many, but she will be forgotten. Oh goddess tell me what's next...

--Journal entry 28 August, Maeji-Qko

:: sits in the chair next to Darionus as he lies sleeping she takes her diary in her lap and begins to write::

This has been a terriable eve.. Tho I have only just met her and at first thought ill of her she has become my friend and now she is gone ...Ezzie was killled this night by the evil woman who killed Sethin . Fierjen gave chase but he had arrived to late for Ezzie was gone.. I prepared her for her journey to the other side and I and Fierjen took her to the volcano ..

My heart aches for the pain I see in Darionus he had come to cherish her nearness and now this I pray he will be alright.

I fear Fierjen and Sethin's brother will go after this evil one and I shall lose my dear one but what can I do ... Nothing

::lays her diary in her lap and weeps softly::

--Journal entry 28 August, Jasmin Rose

:::::: He sits alone at his small writing desk hovering over his journal, witing for his words to come. They do not. He feels... dead inside. Now that he knows that Rowsy has no interest in his offered love he has no reason to write, to sleep, to eat, to drink... to even allow the light of the sun to invade his room. Indeed he has done none of these things, not since... He sighs softly. His mask. He is lost without it. He can not venture out for how can he allow his face, his hideously scarred face to be seen. It matters not. He would not go outside in any event. He has simply given up; on hope, on love, on life. He looks down to his joural and forces himself to write perhaps his last entry before he simply wastes away and vanishes. ::::::

How did I get here? In this little room, where only you matter from all the other people I have seen. I want to say so much, but still I won't dare. How did this happen? In this little place, where only now mattered, from all those other days. I want to stay here forever but still that won't come true. I'll never sing my song. I'll never let it be known. Only you in my dreams shall I tell, but never when I wake. My words will be never known. The only thing I may do is leave the feeling alone. The words never touched upon, never revealed, forever sealed in a lock of golden pain. The sun will still shine when it's gone. The rain will still pour when it's felt. My words to you will be forever unspoken. For they would reveal too much pain, leaving nothing but scars to look upon. You'll never know. Because i'll never tell. Only to you in my dreams. But when I wake they will remain... The words that were... Forever unspoken.

:::::: As he writes the last there is a sharp rapping at his door. He ignores it. Then a strange scent comes to him... a perfume... the same scent that lingers about...her...cottage. He does not know what to do. Is she here to confront him and lash out at him for his feelings? Slowly he makes his way to the door and listens. Nothing. He opens it slowly and looks out, keeping his face but for his eyes behind the door. Nothing. Then he looks down. He can't believe his eyes. His mask? His book of prose? How? Why? Of course... why would she want them if he means nothing to her? He picks them up and closes the door. As he walks back to his desk, his heart thrust even deeper into the depths of despair, a note falls from the book. He reads it. ::::::

.......

Save yourself. From me.

:::::: He is a bit taken aback. Save himself from her? She is the only one who can save him. He thinks for a moment as he decides what to do. He knows. The time has come. He will take the chance. One...final...chance to see where exactly they both stand. He quickly pulls out a piece of parchment and begins writing, only this time the words flow from his heart as if on the wings of a dove. When he finishe he once again dons his mask and heads towards her cottage. When he arrives he simply tacks his message to her door and turns to leave with a sall smiles upon his lips underneath his mask. No roses or bows... just a simple staightforward message in the form of rhyme that reads... ::::::

Rowsy...

I would love you when you're sick,
And when you're pale and drawn.
I would love you when you're tired,
And when you're strength is gone.
I would love you when you're sad,
And sorrow fills your heart.
I would love you when you're lost,
And your world falls apart.
I would love you when you're angry,
And your eyes are full of rage.
I would love you when you've gone mad,
And are locked inside a cage.
I would love you when you're happy,
And your heart sings out with joy.
I would love you when you're cheerful,
And bright-eyed, shy or coy.
I would love you through thick and thin,
When it took much strength of heart.
I would love you even in death,
When this world you were destined to part.
Can't you see what you've done to me?
You've captured my heart and caught my soul.
Is it so hard to believe, my dear,
That we would make each other whole?

~You told me to save myself from you. Instead I will save myself for you. My heart and soul are yours if you want them. All I ask is for a chance...to tell you...show you... my love is honest and real. Will you let me? I truly hope so.~

--Journal entry 29 August, Lord of Masks

::Too agitated to go to the Pleasuredome due to a shouting match with another Islander..he's always hated truly stupid people and got goaded into an argument he knew better than to immerse himself in.. but his temper got the best of him yet again, and now he's still upset over the squabble. It wasn't physical, but his blood pressure elevates and he gets listless. And when like this, he knows he's terrible company, so he's chosen the study as his sanctuary for the eve, locking the door and when someone knocks upon it, not answering. Unless it's one of the children crying, he will not answer the door tonight. He sits by candlelight with his rye, and as his thoughts consume him, he idly writes some of them down.::

Working hard lately. Before we know it, Yuletide will be here. Will be the first one without the large tree..What am I going to do, put a blasted PALM in the foyer? I think not. This will also be the first Yuletide in awhile that Carina will not be with me. Yet it will be Marissa's first, and my first knowing that Mia and Alkane are mine. And Thirlia..bless her little heart, she is a source of pleasure, just glancing at her angelic face seems to make most things alright. Mairin..I will get her something special this year, more special than she'd ever dream of or ask for. Christopher? Doubt Katelin's idea of a Happy Yule would be sitting in my living room with Vixen, Mairin, Alkane and Mia, Thirlia and Marissa..and perhaps even Breuse.. that would likely cause her to show that blasted temper of hers and then there'd be a scene. That woman truly knows how to get my goat sometimes...

::Takes a few more sips of his rye and starts again::

Yule. On a hot day like this, why am I thinking of it? Because I've yet to tell Vixen that my hours away are ensuring that we'll have more than enough money to make this the most spectacular, flashy, outrageous, gaudy and horribly extravagant Yule ever. I've already bankrolled an Ogre to open a tattoo booth, and Ogres are so stupid that he's agreed to a 10-90 split..me getting the 90 percent! Ogres are so stupid it's laughable! And I've already told the Barbers that they owe not only first and last month's rent on their shoppe, but that their tips will be taxed. What authority have I to do that? None! ::Laughs:: But they don't know that.. So with this extra work I've neglected Pleasuredome somewhat as of late. Then this paltry fight has gotten my stomach in a knot, whereas I'm tasting bile in my mouth. I do so loathe this.

Rambling, but seems I haven't had the chance to ramble as of late. So let's recap what I've done lately. Well, I sent Paul over to FINALLY declare his citizenship, so he doesn't get deported from the Isle, and he did, he wasn't comfortable disclosing that much personal information about himself but he did it and got that over with. Got a brief note from my bratty niece, Miss Dreams, telling me of her being out and about..I don't care if she's one hundred and twenty-seven years old, she should be spanked thoroughly for her flitting about and running off here and there..that's no way for a proper lady to behave.

My sister and best friend have split up. Funny, it seems as if Ben is a closer friend to me now than during his short tenure as my brother in law. Alianna's off brooding or something, I will not seek her now so she can say I'm simply visiting to say "I told you so" although I DID tell her so, but I wish them both well, may they find whom they're meant for. Although I've always been partial to sending my little sister to a nunnery.

The children.. In my haste to make as much gold as I can between now and December, I've failed to look in on them as often as they and I are accustomed to. I HEAR Mia just fine upstairs, usually hollering about something or another.. people have commented on her absence, but it's been due to chicken pox. She'll be out and about as soon as the final crusting of the spots is done with. If we don't keep her inside and out of the sun, she'll scar. And we don't want to hear 10 years down the road how her scarring is OUR fault. Everything that goes wrong in her life is our fault, she says. Such an opposite of Thirlia. I worry for her... I think she's learned of Torlin's death and I should go to her and comfort her, but I don't want to spook her..I'll ask Mairin to check on her instead.

Mairin. My rock, my little secretary...what an opposite to her bloodborne sister Felina. I overpay Felina to keep her on my staff as a maid..keeping her close so I can have Allistair, one of the stablehands, shadow her. When she leaves the grounds, he watches whom she speaks with. When she chatters with the maids..which she hasn't yet and how I wish she would..these things will be reported back to me so I can learn what it is she wants. She's sadly mistaken if she thinks even for a moment I'd let her reclaim Mairin.

Over my dead body is the only way.

Random people swimming in my head, the quill would break before I wrote down what I was thinking if I was to document it all. Maybe later, but for now I'd rather finish the rest of this bottle of rye and perhaps get a bit of rest. Note to self: You ARE, even though you're angry, tired and overworked, still the best looking man on this Isle. And wait until Qko gets me elected as King.. ::Grins boyishly to himself leaving that cryptic ending, the book open, and he puts the quill in the drawer as the ink dries::

--Journal entry 29 August, Sir Alterio A. Carazzi II

::takes out the old captain's journal once more and begins to write::

The events of last week still haunt me..I did nothing! Sethin fell to that ...Bitch and I did not act. are those the actions of a captain? perhaps it was for the best that I am no longer a leader. while it is true that Sethin made a fatal mistake by attacking a retreating foe....I good captain Always backs up his men. I can argue that it was a fair fight one on one...but was it?

::dips the quill in more ink and pauses in thought::

I haven't seen the quiet lady in days..but for a brief moment today...I wonder what she feels, I wonder what I feel. it has been so long that I cannot tell. I miss her, I know that...and i fear for her, but alas...I wonder.

Galadhring Roquen Lhug Celeb 29 Urui

--Journal entry 30 August, Ardwin

*she giggles as she sets down the clipping of the sandpaper which stands on her night stand, and takes up her journal to write*

Pregnant? That isn't really anything I'd be able to hide is it? And gods help me if im the first lady on the isle to give a true birth to a child. Not that there was anything wrong with the one before, but lucky for Vix, it was painless! I can't wait until I have another child...

Well enough about that, the next thing I need to rant about is the IT. Im not sure on the name, but even if I knew it, I'd only call it..'it' because I don't like the way it kills people. IT meaning "monster, murderer". I've had enough and the next time I see it trying to hurt someone else, I'm gonna...well..I don't know yet!

*she stops writing as she sees Vrax stir and wake, so she sets down her quill ink and journal to dry as she gets up to make him breakfast.*

--Journal entry 30 August, Tiger Goddess