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A Seeress's Sorrow
JCQuiinn
Entry 1 :: I have decided to keep a diary of sorts, to help me think. To outline what has recently happened, Verash and Bowman are dead. I have signed up for the FOA, even though my faith cannot particularly be said to be strong. Perhaps I can learn some things here, more likely than not though, it is those damned voices again. This is the nicer of the two, the female one. She's always wispered in my ear and comforted me, unlike the other, who is male, strong, and harsh. Perhaps this is where I should be, that Fate has always been kind. :: There is a man here, Blaedr. He is the commander here, and seems to be one of the Ascended. I worry, that he may see who I really am, a poor, twisted, tainted soul. Perhaps this is where I shall truly repay for the twistedness of my soul. :: Entry 2 I forgot that I had this... It feels like years since I have paged through this. So much has changed. So much pain has been brought upon me. Mor is dead, and I feel my faith grow weak once again. I have sworn my soul, I have fought to the limits of my ability. I have served every way that I could. It has not been enough. I cannot save those that I care about, I am useless. An Undead killed Mor, who had been branded a traitor. His son is still alive, a young, adopted ork. I feel useless, weak. :: The dreams have been returning. Even in broad daylight the memory flashes across my eyes. I am afraid. A naked woman, tied to a tree. Rotting in the rain, her body bloody and bruised. Used in unmentionable ways. Two bloody, jagged holes where her breasts should be. And she has my eyes, my hair. My Death. Why has Aeriel cursed me so?