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In a sad mishap with the tigers of the jungle, i seem to have lost my old journal. I therefore begin this new one. To clarify my past, and to log down my present actions. For the peasants, and for historical purposes. Perhaps some can also shed light on the crazed visions i see every so often. Perhaps... I can even find the answer to why i am here.
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This is an old leatherbound book. The pages look to be made of old parchment but are surprisingly sturdy. You wonder what art or devilry had given rise to this old book. It seems to magically update itself in your possession, with new entries being added every so often in a strong and firm, but sometimes illegible hand. You feel a sense of awe and wonder at this. Perhaps there is an original of this magical journal that you have found.
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Sincerely,<br>
 
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Ethir Wraithwain
 
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===A Recollection of the Past===
 
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I was tracking the Great Dragon of Devinlore. I spotted it near Durnham and therefore chose this settlement as my temporary home in search of this foul beast.
 
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However, to my great dismay, I lost its tracks near the lake. Upon returning to Durnham, no one would believe me. And I was was assaulted and left senseless by a man of Teutonic descent.
 
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After his attack, when I woke up, i could clearly see a bird, a white bird, watching over me. A raven to be precise. I could not believe it. Ravens are of ebony in color. Yet I knew not its intent. I left the hut and looked up at the sky, and I saw a dark sky... And ten other ravens flying. Then the raven that was watching over me took flight as well and they all flew over me, circling like carrion birds. I knew this meant something.
 
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And like a ghost, i could hear a slight whisper saying "Prepare". The voice was of neither man nor woman. I heard no ghastly shriek. Only the repeating words.. Prepare. Prepare. And the birds circled me  still, now eleven birds.
 
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I know it sounds insane, yet believe me, it is the truth.
 
  
 
==Journal Entries==
 
==Journal Entries==
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===January 11th, 2010===
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My new journal has arrived at last. The Trader took his time in getting my order out. Where do I start? Well, first, I did not expect to survive the Great Rebirth, but I am still here. Strange though, that I have no recollection of what has happened in the past before the madness of the Rebirth took over me. I feel as though I have spoiled my honour. As though, in a fit of madness, something came over me and I have done a great evil. It makes me feel sick to my heart.
  
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===Entry 1===
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I have found a small hut in the village Durham, and have chosen it as my residence. It is small and cozy, but anyone is welcome to stay and will have my protection, as little it may be.
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Also, it is worth a mention that I saw a Princess today. Imagine that? A Princess on this Light-forsaken Island. Creator, forgive me. I meant no disrespect. It is just difficult to imagine why a Princess would be here.
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I slept quite well last night, except for a dream i had. I had a dream of a town, a beautiful town. But there was something wrong. It was a village with Outsiders, Pirates and Natives. They were all running... panicking... They were all afraid. Something was terribly wrong.
 
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I woke up with a cold sweat then. But I felt refreshed. I went about for supplies and then headed for the jungles to explore a bit more. Perhaps I can find the Dragon now.
 
  
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===Entry 2===
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I will try to regain my honor now. Perhaps a quest could bring me back my lost honour. I will find a worthy cause and my participation will bring back my lost honor and perhaps, glory in death as well.
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I've been walking for hours. And I've come across an amusing man. He believes he can make the grass grow. I've decided to join him in this quest of his and perhaps we can make grass grow. The dragon is  an evil creature and would probably come for this grass.
 
  
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===Entry 3===
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===January 20th, 2010===
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Exploring the jungles is a tedious task. I have asked leave from my grass growing companion to venture to a place known as Raktam, somewhere east of the mountain. Rumors abound of a royal court, at last! Somewhere i can relate myself. Nobility and culture. A wonderful thing.<br>
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I've decided to try and grow myself a garden. Thinkers of old always admired the beauty of nature. I think an apple tree will be a good tree for my garden. But first... I need one of those newly imported seed bags. I need help obtaining one though.
  
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I spend the night now in the rain, seeking shelter under a banana tree. Better this than nothing at all. Perhaps tomorrow will prove better for my adventures.
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===January 21st, 2010===
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I have obtained a seed bag from the Trader. And, I have attempted to grow an apple tree beside my home. Lord Crichton is here for some reason, but I value his company as I try my hand at bringing forth life. I have emptied ten bottles of water on this new plant, and I hope it springs to life. Apples are quite rare since the Magic Mountain decided to cease being magical.
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===Entry 4===
 
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The white raven reappeared again. Perched on a nearby tree. Its ebony black eyes followed my every motion. And flew from tree to tree as i walked. And from the sky, the other ten ravens circled above my position. Following me. For the first time in years, i have felt afraid. I don't know why they follow me.
 
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===Entry 5===
 
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I can see the hut now. And I sit here, resting several yards from the hut itself. There is a long queue. Perhaps i can enter tomorrow and find my true purpose to awakening in this forsaken island. I have traveled far since I last posted.
 
  
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Alas, as if i haven't had enough, the white raven now watches me ever more carefully. Its eyes glinting in the sunlight. It has been following me for too long now. It is only a matter of time before I go insane because of this.
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===January 22nd, 2010===
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My little plant has sprouted. A warm feeling fills my heart at this sight of life. I will water it daily to keep it alive, or have someone water it in my stead.
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I killed a parrot who attempted to perch on my newly sprouted plant. As I killed it, it spoke to me that "Stonerkitten is a hot chick!" or some such barbaric talk. As I stared at its eyes glazed with death, I felt a tug at the back of my mind that something similar had happened before, something about talking birds. I must be going mad. Mad with joy because of my plant. Yes, that must be it. Birds cannot talk. This is utter madness. Birds cannot talk. I will get to the bottom of this talking bird phenomenon.
  
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The sky darkens now, and the ten other ravens circle above me still. They have been following me since Durnham. Yet they show no signs of ceasing this tireless sentry above me. Whether they come to keep me safe or to bend my will, I know not.
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===January 30th, 2010===
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I was sitting under the shade of my apple tree when a curious thing happened. A rather decent man came walking up to me, with those fire-staffs on his shoulder. He demanded from me and my apple tree the truth whether we were plotting against the Royalty's rule. He was mad, I think. Mad enough to threaten a tree with a blade. Strange things truly happen on this island.
  
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Someone save me. I can feel a heaviness pressing down on me, and I think that I might slay someone by accident in a sudden fury. Heavens help me. Or at least make it quick.
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===February 12th, 2010===
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My plant has mysteriously disappeared from some reason. I feel terrible for this loss to my plant. I do not feel the will for writing anything. I just want to weep.
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===Entry 6===
 
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I have finally spoken with this Santa Claus regarding my problems on the island. Yet, before we even finished speaking, someone stabbed him in the back. How womanly. Yet, before he died, he gave me some gold to help me find my way through this wretched society.
 
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Perhaps I should eliminate one of these little green creatures that supposedly assist him yet they do nothing to protect him.
 
  
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Oh Truth, where are you in this dark period of history?
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===April 24th, 2010===
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I have been sitting and contemplating my existence on Shartak. My martial skills are falling into disuse, and my skills with words are decaying.
  
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===Entry 7===
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Perhaps it is high time I sought out a Royal Court to submit myself to as a vassal? Or perhaps a reciter of poetry and ballads of glory. I will visit the nearest kingdom post-haste.
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A strange event has come upon me in this hour. The white raven has spoken to me. It said the following.
 
  
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"It has been a great while Ethir Wraithwain." it said. "Long you have travelled. Long have your trials been. And now, take this gift from us to you."
 
  
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And I was surrounded by a bright white light that prevented me from seeing anything that happened. And when it faded, i was clad in a new set of armor with my old set nowhere to be found.
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===October 21st, 2010===
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I have received a vision that I must make haste to Derby. I will not rest. I will keep running with all my strength to find this vision.
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A queer thing. It has a raven emblem in front. And the ravens no longer circled me. They landed behind me, and turned to dust, which blew away in the wind. I felt strong and powerful now.
 
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"You've done well." said a voice. "Now go forth and seek out your friends. I have commanded them things. Great things for our glory. Now go."
 
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He then spoke to me in a language i did not understand. But somehow, i knew what he was saying. A great hour this shall be.
 
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===Entry 8===
 
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The pieces are falling into place.<br>
 
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The Master will be pleased.<br>
 
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As chaos begins to consume small parts of the island, it will soon spread. <br>
 
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The Master has commanded me. And I shall do. Beware. <br>
 
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===Entry 9===
 
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The game has begun. The pieces are moving.<br>
 
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It matters not who is playing, all that matters it what happens now.<br>
 
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The Master is pleased with my faithful obedience to his commands, but is somewhat displeased with my failure to defend myself against the enemy's cronies. I must further train in order to protect myself.<br>
 
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However, it seems my quest is yet to be brought to its conclusion. <br>
 
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Latest revision as of 16:20, 20 October 2010

This is an old leatherbound book. The pages look to be made of old parchment but are surprisingly sturdy. You wonder what art or devilry had given rise to this old book. It seems to magically update itself in your possession, with new entries being added every so often in a strong and firm, but sometimes illegible hand. You feel a sense of awe and wonder at this. Perhaps there is an original of this magical journal that you have found.

Journal Entries

January 11th, 2010

My new journal has arrived at last. The Trader took his time in getting my order out. Where do I start? Well, first, I did not expect to survive the Great Rebirth, but I am still here. Strange though, that I have no recollection of what has happened in the past before the madness of the Rebirth took over me. I feel as though I have spoiled my honour. As though, in a fit of madness, something came over me and I have done a great evil. It makes me feel sick to my heart.

I have found a small hut in the village Durham, and have chosen it as my residence. It is small and cozy, but anyone is welcome to stay and will have my protection, as little it may be. Also, it is worth a mention that I saw a Princess today. Imagine that? A Princess on this Light-forsaken Island. Creator, forgive me. I meant no disrespect. It is just difficult to imagine why a Princess would be here.

I will try to regain my honor now. Perhaps a quest could bring me back my lost honour. I will find a worthy cause and my participation will bring back my lost honor and perhaps, glory in death as well.

January 20th, 2010

I've decided to try and grow myself a garden. Thinkers of old always admired the beauty of nature. I think an apple tree will be a good tree for my garden. But first... I need one of those newly imported seed bags. I need help obtaining one though.

January 21st, 2010

I have obtained a seed bag from the Trader. And, I have attempted to grow an apple tree beside my home. Lord Crichton is here for some reason, but I value his company as I try my hand at bringing forth life. I have emptied ten bottles of water on this new plant, and I hope it springs to life. Apples are quite rare since the Magic Mountain decided to cease being magical.

January 22nd, 2010

My little plant has sprouted. A warm feeling fills my heart at this sight of life. I will water it daily to keep it alive, or have someone water it in my stead. I killed a parrot who attempted to perch on my newly sprouted plant. As I killed it, it spoke to me that "Stonerkitten is a hot chick!" or some such barbaric talk. As I stared at its eyes glazed with death, I felt a tug at the back of my mind that something similar had happened before, something about talking birds. I must be going mad. Mad with joy because of my plant. Yes, that must be it. Birds cannot talk. This is utter madness. Birds cannot talk. I will get to the bottom of this talking bird phenomenon.

January 30th, 2010

I was sitting under the shade of my apple tree when a curious thing happened. A rather decent man came walking up to me, with those fire-staffs on his shoulder. He demanded from me and my apple tree the truth whether we were plotting against the Royalty's rule. He was mad, I think. Mad enough to threaten a tree with a blade. Strange things truly happen on this island.

February 12th, 2010

My plant has mysteriously disappeared from some reason. I feel terrible for this loss to my plant. I do not feel the will for writing anything. I just want to weep.

April 24th, 2010

I have been sitting and contemplating my existence on Shartak. My martial skills are falling into disuse, and my skills with words are decaying.

Perhaps it is high time I sought out a Royal Court to submit myself to as a vassal? Or perhaps a reciter of poetry and ballads of glory. I will visit the nearest kingdom post-haste.


October 21st, 2010

I have received a vision that I must make haste to Derby. I will not rest. I will keep running with all my strength to find this vision.

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