*Slowy he starts writing after days of thought on the recent events*

I return to the Isle and what do I find, a note from lyri that must of broke her heart to write, as it did mine to read. Alterio has forced her to chose between Lia and myself, I did not need to read any further than that but I did. I knew she had chosed Lia before she put it into words, I dont blame her Lia needs her more than I do. Alterio, dammit what does that man have against me?? I really wish I knew, though I am hesitant to write and ask or to confront him about it incase it just makes the situation between him and lyri worse.

*he sighs and redips his quill*

I said once there was nothing that could keep lyri and myself aprt, and I still believe it. We will find a way to be together that wont cause her to loose the children, I couldnt stand to be the reason they dont have her around. As morbid as it sounds, atleast we both have our long lives before us, so if nothing else we can wait for those who oppose our love to pass into the other world, I hope it nae comes to waiting such a time though.

*his thoughs drift to his quest to find his brother*

I have suffered so many setbacks lately, I feel I am further away from finding him than I was when I started. When I return to the mainland shortly my scholars claim to have found a man with information about my brother. I hope this claim is true.

*he sighs and redips his quill again*

I know I would be making much more progress in the search for my brother, if it were nae for these constant trips back to the isle, but I need to see lyri, my heart doesnt let me concentrate if I dont take time out of my search to see her.

*he blows lightly over the page to dry the ink and places the journal back in its hidding place in his cavern*

--Journal Entry, 29 October, Taeliesyn

:::sits quietly in her home, as she thinks about the last few days, writting her thoughts upon the parchment::::

The last few days 'ave been wonderful. I jus ne'er imagined tha I could 'ave so much fun on this Isle. I 'ave spent the last few days in Benjamin's comp'ny. And quite wonderful comp'ny tis. 'e treats me so kindly.

'e 'ad a bit o'a scrape with a woman in the pleasuredome the ot'er eve. 'e actually drew back 'is fist an 'it 'er. I could nae believe m'eyes. Twas a shock tae me tae see a man 'it a woman like tha. I 'ad ne'er seen it 'appen before, with the exception o'duels. I admit...twas disappointed tae see tha 'appen. Thoug, I tried nae tae let it be shown. I just couldna manage it. 'e knew tha I was taken aback. In 'is gentlemanly manner, 'e apologized tae the woman. Twas relieving tae see. At least 'e realized 'e 'ad done wrong. I mean...Da ne'er laid a 'and tae m'mother.

::::recalls the game of threetouch at the terrordome, smiling::::

We 'ad a wonderous time playin in the arena. Twas quite fun...though, 'e blindfolded 'imself. 'e won. I couldna 'it the broad side o'a minotaur with m'staff tha eve. :::laughs softly:::

Well, tis all I can think of tae write. 'e should be returning tae the dome sometime soon, and I 'ate tae trouble the crew, or 'im with escorting me tae the dome, so I shall make the walk alone. I am sure tha I shall be jus fine.

Tikaris Kyra Flynn

::::she sprinkles the journal with fine sand, and closes it , after it has been allowed to dry, and rises, off to the Dove, then to the dome:::::

--Journal Entry, 29 October, Tika Flynn

After coming home so much has changed I havent had time to gather my thoughts recently. Dan is out man whoring it seems...always a new woman about him. Ldy charquin the horse mounter is now staying and working at my home....I guess it makes it easier for dan to have his trysts.

I have commisioned Benny-Baby to make a statue of Nun for his guildhall so that all may remember him. I do so miss his antics. Dan is going to be the death of me now that Mother is back...she makes me wear dresses if she can and corrects me and makes me of all people behave...Bah I think I may jsut stay in Nun's guildhall alone for some time...my lovely house taken over by Dan's women. I have only stayed there one night since they have come and I can barely stand it. Ros is a very good girl and I have no fears from her....but Char....shakes my head

Time will tell.....

looks ove rthe musings knowing there is so much more to write and just not having the patience sands this off and closes the book

--Journal Entry, 29 October, Magdelennya Smith

*Dips his quill and begins to write, the phoenix quill moving over the paper*

Vixen is an idiot.

That Dracored seeks nothing but to be the tail that wags the dog though she's too blind to see it. She spoiled him to the point that he was threatening both Val's and her lives. I offered to train him and they agreed. So then I had to work on the hardest and least pleasant part of the task. I had to show Draco that I was Master and he wasn't. He had to learn to treat me with respect, and so I had to beat him to unconsciousness to get him to offer anything resembling respect. It was mostly fear, but how else can one treat a slave that's been so spoiled he has manners that would get him challenged if free.

So once I'd got him angry and hating me, they decide to give him to Alterio and stop the training. So I made an enemy of a Dragon for nothing. He's going to end up a more rebellious slave than he ever was before. All because Vixen's too soft hearted and too soft headed to have kept the slave a slave.

Needless to say now I'm the villain, Dracored's the victim. Never mind that I healed him of wounds he inflicted on himself. Never mind that he slashed my back while I was walking away.

I hope Vixen never trains horses, for any rider'd be on an unbroken deathtrap

--Journal Entry, 29 October, Halfdan the Black, Master Harper of these Isles

Mags is still sure I'm bedding Charquin at least, if not jasmin and Ros, let alone Mother. Who knows perhaps she thinks the five of us have great trysts in the living room with the animals watching. No she'd not think that of Mother.

I think I should spend some more nights in the office on the couch, or perhaps on the Retribution. Nothing I do or say can allay her suspicions, but perhaps this will at least let her return to the home she loves without feeling she's intruding on my love-nest, the love-nest that exists only in her mind.

Halfdan the Black, Master Harper of these Isles

*Leaves it open to dry as he makes his bed on the couch for another night*

--Journal Entry, 29 October, Halfdan the Black, Master Harper of these Isles

I swear I think the atmosphere on the Island must make some lose their hearing. OR is they just hear what they want to hear? Do they just not listen? Or maybe im talking some strange language and they can understand only bits of what I say.

First its Alterio. Seems no matter what I say...he gets the exact opposite out of it. Lets see.. an example would be like "hello Alt, Nice morning isnt it?" and the answer I get back issss "Aye the stars and the moon are lovely" or maybe if i said "Brunch was lovely, thank you" he would come back with "Get on your knees..How much did you say for oral pleasure?"..............

And Dan last night...He didnt hear me say I -had- to give Draco back to Alterio. Alterio -demanded- I give him back. I did not just -decide- to give him to ALterio. I did -not- want to give him to Alterio. I was frigging ordered to give him to him. I was ordered to remove his collar and turn him over to Alt. I came in Dome and removed it and stopped Dan from hitting him. He was no longer my slave. He was Alterios and Alterio wasnt to pleased when he found out Dan was hitting him to begin with.

And people wonder -why- Im confused???? How the 'ell am I suppose to be, when everything i say is heard the exact opposite or my words changed to mean something else? Aye, I admit Im confused. Im afraid to say anything to anyone anymore. Whats the use to talk.. no one listens.

I find myself staying silent more and more when Im at dome. Its preferable to being called an Idiot or having to apology for something I didnt say in the first place.

--Journal Entry, 30 October, Vixen Blade

Dear Journal,

It has been many days since I have had the chance to write, but now I pour my heart out to you again as I always have. A couple nights ago I encountered a stranger at the Dome who was none to pleasent, he made rude comments to me when I just tried to make him feel welcome on the island. I know how hard it can be to arrive here alone and to not know a soul. Luckily for me I met Lady Charquin who interduced me to many a kind soul but I regress. After I decided I did not wish to be the recipiant of any harse words any longer I went to sit at a table with M'lord Halfdan and Jasmin.

Moments later the man came over to the table staggeringly drunk and confessed that had I not been so beautiful he would have already hit me! I was shocked and was not given time to reply for the man, whose name is Kental, passed out at my feet. Shortly after I retired to my room at the manor with Halfdan and Jas, but I was still quite shaken with the whole ordeal. I dare not think that this man is serious do I? I fear that I am interested in finding out more about this man but because of his horrid acts I am frightened, perhaps we shall see if he returns to the dome. He did come back the next day and he apoligized but I was still very shaken from his blunt comment that I did not treat him very well. Ah, what's done is done, I can only learn from my mistakes. This evening at the Dome I might say proved to be very interesting. The paper came out and I am shocked to say my name did appear in there, some people seem to think that the Lady Char and I are lovers! We all found it quite amusing and Mags tryed to help dispell that rumor by inviting a man named Gyanis to dance with us on top of our table. No, we were not drunk, at least I wasn't, as for my company I can't be sure. He seemed pleasent enough and I'm sure I'll find out more about him if he returns to the dome. I'm excited about tommorrow eve's Halloween Party at the dome, it sounds fun, I must find a costume soon. I have begun working for Mags and Halfdan, doing laundry, Jasmin says I am doing well and it is nice to live in a house instead of an inn. Well Journal tis all I have to write about this eve, I shall not be so long in between entries next time I think. Goodnight

Rosalyn Lovine

*tucks the journal under her pillow, blows out the candle and goes to sleep*

--Journal Entry, All Hallow's Eve, Rosalyn Lovine

:::Sits at the table in her kitchen, doors doubly bolted and locked, and has forbidden Bailey to even near them, knowing he can feel the vibrations of the knocking, as she sits to write. Unusually, there is an open bottle of scotch and a glass sitting at her right hand, as she writes, trembling a bit:::

Dead bodies....t'ere are dead bodies strewn from the pleasure dome tae 'ere. Thank Khlamar tha I got 'ere jus in time tae keep Bailey from wanderin about. Those terr'ble shrieks..they jus donna stop. The sight o'all those people, torn tae bits..left unrecognizable by something. Tis a 'orrid, 'orrid sight.

:::she pours herself a healthy measure of scotch, despite the upraised brow of Bailey, and the admonishings administered to her by Kiralyn, and downs it, taking to writing once again::::

The sounds o'tha tapping, the screams...tis nearly more than e'en I can bear. Tis maddening tae 'ear it all eve, ripping through the silence. Tis nae way o'knaeing 'ow many 'ave already suffered this eve till the morn. I donna e'en want tae knae. Tis likely tae many.

:::sits perfectly still, as though reading her mind, she hears the 'tap tap tap' of the Sharken, listening, Bailey dozing on the couch, and for once, silent, she waits until the tapping ceases before writing again:::

They venture tae close tae m'ome tae let Bailey wander about. Tis dangerous tha 'e canna 'ear them. Per'aps I can make some sense tae 'im and convince 'im tha 'e needs tae keep inside. In fact, I should be doin tha instead o'writing.

Tikaris Kyra Flynn

::::Sprinkles the pages with fine sand, and stands to talk to Bailey before moving to put the journal away::::

--Journal Entry, All Hallow's Eve, Tika Flynn

:: sits at the small table in her room unable to sleep she opens her journal and begins to write::

It has been so long since i have opened this book. I have been working so hard to see that the new workers Lady Mags has hired are keeping things up to my standandars.

Lady Rosalyn is doing a wonderful job with the laundry and mending she has been such a help and Lady Char is becoming quit the cook and she suprisingly makes sure all is in order and clean before she leaves for her bed at night. I have had more time for the shop and my other chores and have managed to finish the inventory and see that the shop was clean from top to bottom..

::Shudders as she hears a scream from out in the night they have been going on all night and this insistant tap taping all about::

Much has happened of late My Master tried to help Dracored and Lady Vixen by beggining training with the dragon.. And Draco was starting to respond I was sure any dragon deep down inside is a noble creature as are all the other dragons i have encountered.

I feel sorry for this dragon he has been a slave since he was young I had a chance to speak with him after my master left the other night tho i must admit the way the dragon came over to me I was frightened to death.... but I honestly feel that he knows i would never cause him pain if i could help it.. I see a lost and lonely soul behind those large eyes.

I noticed how he watched me with Azorah last eve oh it was so good to see mother dragon once more... but my heart aches for the large slave dragon... I was punished for disobeying my master's orders and speaking with him and tho it is a bit diffacult to sit for extended periods i feel it was worth the pain for i was able to at least see a near gentle side of Dracored...

There is to be a large party this nigth in the dome I do hope my master will allow me to attend i have been working on my costume and am sure he will approve.

::smiles as she looks over on her bed and sees the lacy cloth in nearly every color of the rainbow ::

I must get to bed tho I am sure i will not sleep much with all the carnage and noise going on outside..

:: lays down her quil and stands blowing out the single small candle she leaves the book open to dry::

--Journal Entry, All Hallow's Eve, Jasmin Rose