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« on: February 22, 2019, 02:05:24 pm »
Leather Bound Journal - (There are many entries but only a few of particular interest)
Fucking Hell it feels good to be off that boat. If I had to listen to that crew sing "The wind she is a'blowing" one more fuckin' time I would have hung myself from the crows nest. How the hell can people be so cheery in the middle of storm, in the middle of the damn ocean? All things considered though... the trip was far better than the situation I just left. Being Summoned to your 'foster' family's house to find a cutlass driven through your sisters heart isn't exactly my idea of vacation. (an indent in the paper suggests the writer sat here a moment before continuing) How did they know where to send the summons in the first place, I had already left the city. Makes me consider the possibility that someone was talking about things they shouldn't have been. The worst part... is it's my fault. Whoever did it, wanted me off my investigation for that Orb. With the note they left they weren't very subtle about it either. "You're too Late Seeker." They were right. I was. I'm sorry Saphira. I know it doesn't make up for it, but I promise you I won't stop until whoever this was pays for it with their blood. (Another Small indent sits here) I think I'm going to dedicate this journal to you, it will at least make me feel a little better about not being there when you needed me in some small way. I'm fortunate I'll be able to make good on that promise I made, because had I not had proof that I wasn't in the area when it happened I would still be sitting in that gods damned Jail Cell. Useless law officials, how much sense would it make for a "supposed murderer" to go around asking questions about the murder he just commited? Yet, I spent 3 months in the rat infested hell-hole. Listening to Barlow in the next cell talk about how he'd "Found Amanautor" and how he's "Changed Forever!" was beginning to make driving my face into the brick wall sound appealing. His incessant rambling kept me up more nights than I can count. I did manage to get a little information out of him though. He had apparently overheard the guards talking about how they saw a tall figure outside your house the night before I had arrived. I know. It's not a lot to go on but as luck would have it I'm pretty good at grabbing threads and pulling them until they unravel. It's why I was promoted in the first place. On another note, because I'm going to get wound up if I don't stop talking about it... a lot of shit has changed here in a just a few months. An enclave crashed into Valstiir, there's been some growth in the surrounding area, the wonbrie is all fucked up because some sort of evil entity has taken up residence and some elite group of Zealots that's part of Dukkarus stepped in to 'keep the peace' and by "keep the peace" I mean burn innocents alive. The good news is the house is still intact and a lot of my colleagues are still here, and are doing well. As soon as I get finished speaking with Natasha about what happened I would assume I will be getting back to work. Speaking of which, it looks like Natasha wants to speak to me now so I'm going have to continue this later. See ya Sis, Love ya.
P.S. Rest in Peace. I'm Sorry.
Fucking Hell it feels good to be off that boat. If I had to listen to that crew sing "The wind she is a'blowing" one more fuckin' time I would have hung myself from the crows nest. How the hell can people be so cheery in the middle of storm, in the middle of the damn ocean? All things considered though... the trip was far better than the situation I just left. Being Summoned to your 'foster' family's house to find a cutlass driven through your sisters heart isn't exactly my idea of vacation. (an indent in the paper suggests the writer sat here a moment before continuing) How did they know where to send the summons in the first place, I had already left the city. Makes me consider the possibility that someone was talking about things they shouldn't have been. The worst part... is it's my fault. Whoever did it, wanted me off my investigation for that Orb. With the note they left they weren't very subtle about it either. "You're too Late Seeker." They were right. I was. I'm sorry Saphira. I know it doesn't make up for it, but I promise you I won't stop until whoever this was pays for it with their blood. (Another Small indent sits here) I think I'm going to dedicate this journal to you, it will at least make me feel a little better about not being there when you needed me in some small way. I'm fortunate I'll be able to make good on that promise I made, because had I not had proof that I wasn't in the area when it happened I would still be sitting in that gods damned Jail Cell. Useless law officials, how much sense would it make for a "supposed murderer" to go around asking questions about the murder he just commited? Yet, I spent 3 months in the rat infested hell-hole. Listening to Barlow in the next cell talk about how he'd "Found Amanautor" and how he's "Changed Forever!" was beginning to make driving my face into the brick wall sound appealing. His incessant rambling kept me up more nights than I can count. I did manage to get a little information out of him though. He had apparently overheard the guards talking about how they saw a tall figure outside your house the night before I had arrived. I know. It's not a lot to go on but as luck would have it I'm pretty good at grabbing threads and pulling them until they unravel. It's why I was promoted in the first place. On another note, because I'm going to get wound up if I don't stop talking about it... a lot of shit has changed here in a just a few months. An enclave crashed into Valstiir, there's been some growth in the surrounding area, the wonbrie is all fucked up because some sort of evil entity has taken up residence and some elite group of Zealots that's part of Dukkarus stepped in to 'keep the peace' and by "keep the peace" I mean burn innocents alive. The good news is the house is still intact and a lot of my colleagues are still here, and are doing well. As soon as I get finished speaking with Natasha about what happened I would assume I will be getting back to work. Speaking of which, it looks like Natasha wants to speak to me now so I'm going have to continue this later. See ya Sis, Love ya.
P.S. Rest in Peace. I'm Sorry.