A leather journal with a red circle embroidered

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[A leather journal lays in a drawer, ready to be opened and have quill touch paper. A red string is embroidered in it's cover, in a neat circle.]

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A fair blonde chasing to purify with unwavering resolve.

The First.

...

The Second.

A Murid holding a crooked staff.

The Third.

An enthused soul seeking to purify the soil with blood.
A poetic Sister leading prayer masses.

The Fourth.

...

The Fifth.

A raven haired guide.

The Sixth.

A melancholy man saddened by mourning, witness to history. Death by Orc.

The Seventh.

...

The Eighth.

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Blood to putrefy the waters,
Blood to defeat and make whimper,
Blood to cover the texts,
Blood to sacrifice life,
Blood to expose the secrets,
Blood to cover the path,
Blood to corrupt sacred ground,
Blood to deny vengeance.

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I hold no desire to engage this settlement's blasphemous 'Asterbadi experiment'. A ritual where protectors step in to arbitrarily keep the weak alive, where dominators rule over the strong undeservingly, where they grow complacent. Think how many by this process of weakening will immediately perish once walls and society crumble. It is because their ways are against fundamental principles and truths. There is prey and predator. It is artificial and false to pretend elsewise.

Though reality is, for me to accomplish anything remotely worthwhile, I must partake in this sacrilege to attain the necessary tools to usher in a new dark age. I will be forgiven in time, for my accomplishments in prophecies borne witnessed in dreams and ritual visions will be grandiose. A decay of the Disc is in full progress and it's inevitability is beyond discussion. A harbinger I'll be...

The one to bend, to misshape, to push and pull, to further the cracks until the great thunder comes from the sky and earth alike... The Shattering.

An ambitious fate. Too ambitious for one's own good.

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A GRAND CURSE

A concept, a grand reckoning, a plan, a ritual, a terror upon all.

Top, Left
FAITH
Top, Right
MURID
Right, Top
ANTETHE
Right, Bottom
DUDLEY,
Bottom, Right
AMMON
Bottom, Left

Left, Bottom
NELA
AMELIE

Left, Top


Needs ten times more thought than given thus far.

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This shamanka exudes confidence and raw power. It irks me to stand across her like a clueless babe in the woods, I wonder what she sees... Exposing my weakness bluntly and openly is a cost I am willing to pay for now, if in return I am allowed wisdom and teachings. The only thing to mind is not to get eaten by her.

I imagine to act life out in the way described pleases the dark higher powers that I wish to beseech. But I myself am conflicted by it's lessons. What I crave most of all is to gain the approval of these powers and be rewarded by it. They are a means for me to achieve my ambitions, which is to dominate these sands and to crush the ruling class. In that I do find myself aligned with the teachings. They are prey, I am predator. This shamanka has sowed doubt in my mind however in her judging my eagerness to be unnecessary and without purpose. If I went ahead with the ritual and savagery I eluded to in my previous pages, would He even notice? If it is done without results, what will I have achieved? Beside of course, endless amusement for myself. I do enjoy the havoc I inflict upon the unwilling victims, such is my nature, for which I hold no shame at all.

So... for now... I go on, extracting the wisdoms from her and others who are alike, to contemplate on... But once understanding is gained, I will detach myself from this willing role of a clueless student and 'Become'.

I must say though, my blood boils, my skin aches and I wish to sink my teeth into the prey. Sooner rather than later!!!

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It's been a few cycles before I've come around to writing in this sad, decaying, journal.

Failure marked me and I was taken captive.
Then forced to scrape before a waterbearer and admit my Sins.

I've gone through the motions, and perhaps the Wheel priests could've convinced me to take on a new mantle, a new role, shed my skin again and start anew.

But no, I am rejected thus, banned from the Krak and so forth.
It makes my path forward clear; I will retake what I've lost.

Through War with the Orcs, my strength at least, is proven again.
Now only my adherence towards the tenants and my dedication towards the cause, is left to prove again.

The Krak ban irks me, the fact pathetic rats complained to have me barred entrance, rather than challenge me, is simply cowardly. Ephians are a legendary craven people. They stand for nothing, they take the safe road and talk a huge deal. It's no wonder I've chosen this path.

Yesterday at the End, the warmaster spoke of breaking the cycle.
I wonder if this related to the Ninth, and whether it is of offense to Him.

I am an ignoramus still. I need to know more tenants, I need to know His wishes. What does He want, and how can I earn His blessing?

I think the Shamanka will accept me again.
But the likelihood that she will outright slay me, is not zero percent.
I'll risk it.

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Does Luther know I will never pay my debt to him?

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Nevermind, I'll have to pay him back. Don't want to be actively hunted by the Banda.

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[The Journal gets bloodied and dissapears.]