User:Che/Journal
9th of December, 1956
In most parts of the World right now it is bitterly cold and possibly snowing, sleeting, or hailing, or is starting to, but that is not the case in Shartak as I've learned. Winters in Shartak aren't freezing, but its noticeably colder than the Summer months. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or any other winter-oriented holidays aren't as popular in Shartak as in other parts of the world for two main reasons. One, I can say personally that the holiday feeling isn't really alive. To celebrate Christmas, you might like a pine tree, but there are no pines in Shartak, although there is an abundance of palm trees. In the case of Hanukkah, Shartak is not supplied with menorots (also known as Hanukiot), but more commonly known as the Jewish candle-holders. The same goes for the kinara candles of the Kwanzaa festivial. The second reason religious/winter holidays aren't celebrated so widely in Shartak is because of the Pagan Holidays of the Natives on the Island. The Natives worship and celebrate the god of Winter, Nylt. As I've been told by a friend of mine who has had much experiance with the Natives, their religious holiday, Torol'k lasts from around December 15th to January 1st.
In terms of my travels, I'm going quite nicely. Upon arriving at the mouth of the river that runs into the Ocean and into The Bay of York, I traveled up it until reaching ruins, where I have explored a little. Upon resting, I returened to my voyage, where I took a wrong turn and I suspect I am currently headed to Dalpok, and I need to quickly turn North-East to run into the base of the Mountain, from where I shall continue following the Mountian up around its tail and past Dalpok and reach the beaches of North Shartak. From there, I shall be heading slightly South-East to run into the East-Shartak Marshes.
13th of December, 1956
Well, there appears to be trouble in paradice. After hiking to Mt. Shartak, I have gotten lost in one of its tunnels, and have been trapped in here ever since, surviving on rat meat and water from underground lakes and rivers. Let me tell you, these rats are horrible. I have woken up on mornings and found myself surrounded by rats. My choices are simple: I either find a way out, or die and get healed by a wondering Shaman. I don't know what to do at all.
