Journal of Leva Nightowl

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Qdim 6th, IY 7788

It was suggested I start a journal to record my time as a Relucta for the Banda Rossa. A place to privately collect my thoughts, but I find the process irksome.

I won my duel against the fat man, I can't remember his name right now, but I'm sure it will come to me once my wound has healed. Out of reflex I moved my head as the bolt sailed to my face, but it still connected. I'll have a scar, and I'll likely lose my left eye as my vision hasn't returned yet. Water can heal the wound but it can't return sight. Either way, I used that pain and anger to beat the fat man to the ground. Even called Jok to help me and because of that Jok will be laid up to rest again. Kazadun's lesson is that Banda Rossa don't lose, and I wasn't about to lose to that fat man.

The Banda Rossa expectations are something I'll need to figure out if I want to succeed here. Perhaps I can get Bon in, he seems more like an ideas guy, but that's not to say I don't have my own ideas.

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Tesrin Hray 4th, IY 7788

I've been told a person should write in their journal once everyday. The amount of disgust I have for this process but I continue to do as I am told.

Jok grows fat on the death that surrounds me. Feeding endlessly on the carrion felled by my blade. I should starve the hyena in order to regain predator like drive he once had. Now he is content and acts like a domesticated mutt more than a predator of the wastes.

Perhaps, it is my own discontent.

My left eye gone. I've thought about speaking to an Apothar to create a glass eye that will restore my vision but I've not acquired the funds that would likely provide such a boon. Until then, I think the loss of my left eye is an an important lesson. One day I will repay my loss, some might say, "An eye for an eye."

Janissary annoy me. Acting more pious then they truly are but in truth they are hardly any better than thieves and cutthroats. They use the law to take every opportunity to shakedown Ephians and anyone wearing the Rose Cloak.

I tire of writing. 

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Tesrin Hray 20th, IY 7788

Sixteen days roaming the desert and further trying to find a breed of jackals, hyenas, or wild dogs to turn into war hounds. I had to put down every one of them I came across. Not a one of them had a mind for training. Jok isn't trainable either, but now he's finally stopped trying to eat me when I sleep. If not for my sword, I'm sure he would have killed me by now.

The Well is still a shit hole but now its an even worse shit hole.

Two good roses are dead. A war hero and a master merchant. Damn shame to see them both gone but we all got to die sometime.

Janissary poked the hornet's nest this time. The only good way to get rid of hornets is to burn the whole nest down, I say fuck it burn it down.

If I leave now, I can likely avoid having to write again.

Before I forget, I hate contracts.

[-UnholyWon-]

Tesrin Hray 26th, IY 7788

Been poking at the tender parts of the faithful. I don't understand this need for faith in the Wheel. Small minds and small people need faith to justify their actions and thoughts rather then take responsibility for themselves. Each one of these lunatics begging and pleading to their gods as they are cut down, for what, for absolutely nothing. Their Gods didn't suddenly come down to intervene but instead let their follower get cut down for being weak and stupid.

Anyways, seems things are settled and the Banda Rossa are required to report to the front to kill some shit. I'm actually happy, been waiting for the order to come down, and I can't wait to march out from this shithole.

It won't surprise me when the Janissary 'betray' us on the battlefield because you know their "God" demanded retribution.

Shit, fucking hand cramp. Screw the writing shit for now. I need to sharpen my sword.