Jamei's Journal

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[The tome, neatly kept despite its heavy use, possesses years of entries on caravan routes, musings, and the practice lessons of a student of the arcane. The latest entry, however, takes on a new fervor. The ink itself oozes fanaticism. The quill has, at points, near bitten through the page.]

 
Tammuz 9, IY 7788


    Though we did not count the years back then, there are ways of knowing. I have perhaps nineteen of them, roughly half spent in this caravan with Father. It is how we have lived since we escaped the Nothing. We have traveled, brought people here and there. I have read. I have learned to channel spell. I have known Kula, who would make this blighted world green once more. I have seen the greatness of which we are capable when uplifted by our fellow man, in equality. But through it all, I never forgot what brought me here.

    Since that day I have known my purpose. But the means, the path, was ever obscured. No longer.

    They blaze again in my mind, those sights which never left; the death of a World.

    I see it in my books. I see it in the faces of our passengers. I see it on the horizon that burns even now. I see it in my dreams; the howling Darkness boiling through our streets, over our homes, over Mother. It comes anew to the South- a tide of another kind; of axe and flesh. Drums to beckon a new Nothing.

    Annihilation all the same, just as it was that day.

    They promise an Age of Bronze. From Bronze, nothing grows. The Garden will be trampled. Man's divine spark, snuffed out. His potential, his dignity, his dreams forgotten for all time. The Age of Bronze will end the World. I will not allow it.

    We hear now of a battle in the Southlands; a stand made against the tide. Someone resists this terrible thing that rises against mankind. We have learned what city sent this force, and I know also of the Order that resides there. I will have their visions, their portents, and with them I will oppose this second End.

    We arrive soon at Ephia's Well. There I will disembark. Father will understand; my destiny is there. While Doom rises in the South, so too will Great Works rise from the Well of Ephia. These things I also see.


We will unchain the human spirit.

We will see Paradise realized.

We will save the World.

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Tammuz 21, IY 7788



     The Priory has accepted me, and the work begins. A new family, but not a new purpose. The purpose has been there since that day; I simply had not found the way forward.

     Before I stood in their number they asked me of destiny and fate. These things I accept as reality, however is it fate that I am here? I chose it freely, but would I ever have chosen otherwise?
 
     I see those who work against us. For my part, each began as soon as I met them, subtlety in varying amounts, words to direct me elsewhere. How would it discourage me when they see my intent, strangers, with immediate clarity?

     Their attempt on Sister Selsi has failed but it won't be the last. Legates fold swiftly, it seems. Though it was her salvation in this instance, it is neither good nor bad in itself, for just as easily could they be swayed against us.


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