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Prince Harmony Flitter
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>I can kind of ‘hear’ everything you all say.
>No you can't. We talk to each other much more than what you hear.
I had a feeling. I can only transcribe what you all send me.
Oh? Well, if you say so. Is there some sort of secret club you Winds hang out in, talking about windy things like which direction you’re gonna blow each day?
>Its a good thing you dont respond to everything. The amount we talk you spend you whole life tuned out, blank eyed and drooling while trying to keep up.
Hah yeah, it is a lot. It’s still pretty weird having voices in my head besides myself, but at the same time, I feel like I’ve gotten used to it pretty quickly. Speaking of becoming a zombie though, I should get things moving again.
>Normally I wouldnt say read a journal, but this time… Read it surrepticiously from the most recent entry backwards. Youre looking for any clues regarding events prior to their arrival here. See if theres any mention of someone like your good self in there. Also see if he wrote down anything after the compulsion hit. I doubt it but, worth checking.
>The more dignity you give Vax, the better. He's having a hard enough time, though thankfully his geas was uh... replaced, so he's not itching to open the box anymore. Leave his diary alone.
>We should take a quick look at the diary, specially the latest entries. Vax had a better relation with Roderick than Evel’yee recently so he may know more about the current plan than her. Maybe offer the girls if they want to read with you, but since they are his friend it could be a potentially awkward experience.
Having sat and collected my thoughts with you all, I’ll stand up and regard Evel’yee and Mina. I don’t want to hurt Vax anymore than we have, but his latest entries could provide some valuable insight. “Hey you two, about Vax’s journal. I’m going to read it, are you interested?”
“Ah… no thanks. I’ve had my fun, but I really… shouldn’t.” Mina says sadly. It feels as if there’s something left unsaid there.
Crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me, Evel’yee says, “Not that I care that much, fuck him, but why do you need to read his diary? Seems unnecessary.”
“Remember how I said there’s some weird stuff going on with this place? I just want to check the latest entries and see if he’s mentioned anything like that.”
“Eh, alright. I don’t… really want to be involved in that. Mina and I’ill wait in the hallway. Don’t take too long.”
>Better to read alone, but if you feel too guilty read next to Vax explaining your rational to show some amount of respect.
As the two of them leave, I’m left with the softly snoring Jacob and the vehemently angry yet paralyzed Vax. I feel pretty shitty about this, but it has to be done. Sitting down next to Vax, whomst Mina has carefully laid on his sitting against a wall with proper support, I’ll take out his journal. “Look, I’m sorry. I promise you that I’m not going to read anything past the few latest entries, I just want to know what happened. I hope you’ll understand someday.”
I take a look into his eyes and feel nothing but terrible hatred. Sitting down against the wall next to him and opening the diary, I begin to read.
Primor 21st, 403
Hello Journal, today was a strange day. While we were successful in our mission in killing the chupacabra, the beast’s claws were strong and ripped through my wooden shield, so I find myself without one. While that is not so strange in of itself, the more peculiar discovery we happened upon was an underground facility within these coastal ruins. Indeed, t’was a temple of sorts, secreted away and belonging to the dark Theotian Omorful'henzio Khakranzee by Mina’s estimation. A cold chill I could feel in this place, we would have explored it if not for claiming our bounty for the slain monster. A problem for the future as I write to myself with the crackle of fire not so far away. Though the warmth I feel is not from the hearth, but rather Mina’s closeness. I truly am lucky to have her.
Addendum: Hello again Journal, I have woken again in the night. Something scratches my mind. We are missing something important within the temple. So much so that I am tempted to return, but it is a foolish thought. We will go back in time; Roderick too feels as if this place contains worth. Let me write that I am eager.
Vax has a certain prose to his writing, doesn’t he? I wouldn’t have guessed that he and Mina are a thing. The date is interesting too, the 21st of Primor. Flipping to the latest entry to check the date… seems like eight days have passed since they first found this place.
Primor 22st, 403
Hello Journal, today was a simple day. We are a few hours travel from Felicol, where we shall claim our bounty for the chupacabra. We passed by a trader’s carriage along the road, and he just so happened to have an excellent shield for purchase, one of tempered steel and a spike in the center. Jacob, as usual, bought a trinket from the tradesman of dubious origin. A vial of some clear liquid, I believe he called it a “universal solvent”? It supposedly is capable of dissolving many forms of adhesive. I could see Evel’yee was jealous that he happened upon it before she could snatch it up. Besides this however, naught else happened this day. The itch I once felt has rid itself of me, and I feel a lack of curiosity compared to yesterday. I asked the others how they were feeling, and Mina seemed to be the only one against returning. I understand why, I am finding I am not so keen myself anymore, but I suppose that is a decision for later.
Felicol… that place sounds familiar, getting a warm feeling towards it. I finally know what that little vial I snatched from Jacob earlier is now as well.
Primor 23rd, 403
Hello Journal, today was a fun day. We reached Felicol about mid-afternoon and claimed our bounty. I find myself many coins richer than before. After doing so, we agreed to meet back at the Habs later in the day. Mina waved me well as she went to the temple of Lunayin. Though it is not dedicated towards her main worship, I imagine they are more than willing to accept a healer’s voluntation. I am not so certain that that is an actual word, but I imagine it carries the intent across quite well. I am not certain where Evel’yee went, though I rarely ever am, and Roderick had some supposed business with the mayor. As for Jacob, I am certain when he said, “Yeah, I’ve gotta check up on the cathouse”, he most likely meant he was heading towards the brothel. To each their own. I find steel more titillating, and commissioned Thuaxl with my newfound wealth to procure a longsword of considerable quality. I look forward to its completion, dear Thuaxl said t’would be around a week from now.
Once everyone had finished with their business, we found each other in the Habs. Roderick had decided that we were returning to the temple, which is a decision I shall respect. Though Mina and I had held some objections, Jacob and Evel’yee seemed excited to do so, and thus the majority fell to them. As the evening winded down, I had intent to return to my room with Mina until I saw someone flirting with a very inebriated Jacob. A Tachidoki of some sort, she had my friend wrapped around her fingers. Trying to be a good friend, I sat down next to them. I only need look at previous entries to remind myself why I do so. When I did, the stranger excused themselves quickly. Making sure none of Jacob’s goods were stolen, he blamed me for “being a cockblock and chasing off my bitch”. When I asked Jacob if had even learned her name, he said it was a work in progress that I interrupted. Perhaps so, but at this point I was worried he may have been conned. As I checked to make sure she had not stolen anything from him, Jacob told me she had been rather interested in the temple we had discovered. I will not lie, Journal, that had unnerved me. But alas, I could not find her within the Habs. Hopefully, she has not more than a passing curiosity for the place, but I shall keep my guard.
He… he mentioned seeing me at this place too, the Habs. I had to have known what I was looking for back then, I absolutely will not believe I was interested in Jacob. That dumbass didn’t even get my name. Bah! If I had known I wasn’t going to remember it, I would’ve told him! I look towards Vax as I read this entry, then towards Jacob. Beneath the anger, I feel a hint of understanding between him and I.
Primor 24th, 403
Hello Journal, today was uneventful. We began our trip back to the underground temple. I have little to write besides feeling an anxiety that outwardly, I keep suppressed.
Primor 25th, 403
Hello Journal, today was strange, just as it was on the 21st. There is this object, the best way to describe it is a container of some sort, made of a dense stone of darkest night, similar to some of the ruins above. Blackstone is the material’s name, notoriously valuable and highly illegal to mine. A three pronged symbol is embedded upon the container, surrounded by runes that none of us could recognize. Three other symbols are inscribed upon the box, those belonging to the Fate Weaver’s, one of which is Mina’s main focus of worship. Ever more odd though, the room it was found within was a scene of devastation. Ancient skeletons lay dormant within a room of dire atmosphere. Many had been crushed against the wall, while others look like they died of self-inflicted wounds. It was clear that a few had been bisected cleanly as well, torso shorn from waist. It was a place of some powerful ritual, I could not describe it well, but some form of devastating yet inert magic still lingered within.
Despite all the apparent signs of danger, the little rectangular object called to us… to Roderick the most. He went to pick it up, and while that was foolhardy, he came out unscathed. He asked that we each touch it as well, to prove that it held no danger. I did so, we all did besides Mina, I am… unsure as to why we excluded her now that I am writing about it. No, it is safer for her not to touch it. That is why. In case it was dangerous in some way, she could help us. That makes sense.
Besides that, there is much to be gained here. Golden holy icons, texts, paintings, I imagine carrying all of this out shall be quite the nuisance. How I wish the elevator was working, but nevertheless, the side exit shall suit our needs well enough. Ropes were anchored in the off chance we need to climb out, but I doubt they will be necessary. We intend to return back to Felicol tomorrow after combing over this place.
What? It’s as if he didn’t have a reason for why they stopped Mina from touching it… but made one up. They planned on returning as well, but that obviously never happened.
Primor 26th, 403
Hello Journal, today was frustrating. We have yet to leave this place, though that is not the reason why I am annoyed. It is that cursed little object, the box we had found yesterday. Despite our best attempts, understanding how to open it has eluded us. There is no keyhole, and attempting to pry it open proves fruitless. There are pads to press down upon, but the runes are alien, and after an amount of presses the device resets itself. Destroying it is impossible as well, as the stone is nigh all but impervious to might and magic alike.
I poured through the musty texts within the library, trying to divine some answer. A maddening process in which most of the books were poorly cured and crumbled to the touch. My companions did not have any luck either, Jacob and Roderick spent the day attempting to “pick” the device while Evel’yee tried to find anything that might provide us a clue. Mina went over texts with me, but was more interested in the Eye’s philosophies and whatever foul secret they guarded. In a moment of weakness, I had snapped at her. I could just not be bothered with the constant pestering, and the rest of our time was spent in silence. I will need to apologize later.
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Primor 27th, 403
Another useless day. Roderick refuses to part with the box now, and is convinced something lies within the room we found it in. Evel’yee continues to be an annoying little shit with her constant begging to see it, as if she thinks she can figure out the puzzle behind the pads. Jacob is being a degenerative creep towards Mina, and Mina herself is becoming quite irritating. Persistently asking if we are alright, when are we going to leave, what is going on. Is it not clear? We are trying to open the damn thing. Sometimes, I think she sabotages our efforts. No, it is not just her. They all are in their own fool ways…
What… am I writing? No, they are my friends. It is this damnable place, something within causes my anger to rise. The shadows in the corners of my vision convince me that an evil is afoot, though if we might come to open the box we can keep it at bay.
The danger within here escalates. I have been trying to convince Mina to leave, but she remains stubborn. Why? As I lie down in my tent, dark questions riddle my mind. I feel no warmth, not from the fire nor from her.
He didn’t write his signature “Hello Journal” this time. There’s a lot more pressure on the indentations of the text, as if he’s pushed down hard on his quill. Even though he knows something is wrong… he thinks the box will help.
Primor 28th, 403
I am hateful. Recently, I have learned that Jacob and Evel’yee attacked Mina, and Roderick allowed this to happen. It is only by her hand that I did not crash into the room and kill them outright, but this is untenable. I must get her to leave in any way possible. I have attempted to break our relationship, saying cruel things I cannot force myself to write down in this journal. It has only made things worse however. What a fool I am. Through teary eyes, she asks why we act the way we do? How can she not see?! She continues to refuse to leave, to try and sway me away as the box remains unopened. I see her ploys for what they are though. To think I cannot trust even her.
She is right about one thing however. The answer to opening it is not here. Roderick spends his entire day now within the room where hence we found it, absolutely convinced the secret lies in there. Whatever he sees, he refuses to share with the rest of us. The lack of respect he shows towards myself as he holds onto it… it makes me wish to kill him. Perhaps I shall indulge in this desire soon.
Poor Mina… this is rough. It’s twisted him so deeply.
Primor 29th, 403
It is not the end of the day just yet, but one; something dramatic has happened, and two; I have made a decision. We captured someone trying to steal from us. That Tachidoki from the Habs that had seduced Jacob, she stalked us here. She had poisoned our food with some sort of sleeping agent, and while everyone else fell to it, Roderick and I managed to hold our own and chase after her. We cornered her at a cliff face and reclaimed the box. As Roderick and I loomed over her, prepared to end her life, she began to cry out. Rather than beg towards us however, she directed her pleading towards the box. Insane ramblings about a broken promise, and that it owed her. Needless to say, we were confused, but Roderick suggested that this creature might know something about it, so we beat her unconscious and brought her back to the temple.
I will admit, it was nice to have someone else to direct my hatred towards. When I uncorked a flask of wine, I was capable of sharing a laugh with everyone again, well everyone besides Mina. It is therefore a shame that I have decided I am going to kill them in their sleep tonight. They do not deserve the box, and the answer to opening it does not lay here. This is the last entry you will receive from me, Journal, but I cannot allow this to continue any longer. Mina, if you end up reading this, know that I am sorry for the past few days. It was never my intention to hurt you as badly as I have, but I fear what I may do if you continue to stay near me. I cannot earnestly say I love you anymore, nor do I trust you. I do not know when I lost the ability to do so. Reading through you one last time, Journal, it hurts more than I thought it would.
This is the latest entry… and where I come in. I had almost made off with it, they managed to not fall to my poison, then they caught me at a cliff face. They were just going to… kill me, but then I started to beg… to the box? What? Why would I do that? And it worked?
W-well, that’s eerie. Besides that, Vax apparently had plans for tonight as well. This night really could have ended in tragedy…
Closing the diary, I look to Vax once more. The hatred has simmered, his prevailing emotion now being shame.
“I’m sorry. I don’t take pleasure from violating your privacy like that, but I am glad I stopped you from making a mistake tonight. I’ll release you when I’m far away.” Placing the diary beside him, I’ll stand up. I don’t want him to kill his friends when I do release him…
“Also, here’s a lesson from me, asshole. If you had treated your friends better, then I never would’ve been able to steal the box away. Remember that when I let you go.”
Without bothering to meet his gaze, I know I’ve set a fire underneath him. He was always going to come after me, I just hope I’ve managed to redirect his anger.
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