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Keziah Tyriden's Journal
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Ahad, 15th of The Amber Cold, 1334 :: Today Ior and I visited the library at Alras.  It was a grand place, with a good selection of texts.  I read a journal that listed suspected undead supporters.  The first name they listed was Wrath.  I can't help but wonder if this person is at all related to the orc who was harassing Ior and I a few days ago- Chaos. :: :: Kamess, 19th of The Amber Cold, 1334 :: Last night Igor proposed to me in the middle of the street, in Al'Kazar.  He gave me the most beautiful diamond ring, and I of course said yes. We went to a local tavern to celebrate.  I tried ale for the first time. It's not bad, but I don't think I should have had so much.  I can't remember much after I fell off of my chair.  I hope I didn't make a fool of myself. At least Ior made sure I got home alright. Hangovers (of which I now have my first) are not exactly the nicest feeling either. How do dwarves stand it? :: Until I write again- Keziah. :: Sabet, 21st of The Amber Cold, 1334 :: The Undead are attacking Al'Kazar!  Monsters line the streets and rooftops, and everyone is fighting to survive the onslaught. Ior and I are currently taking shelter in his home, but lightning is raining down everywhere and I fear the house may be set alight! There is a giant, right outside the windo- [the entry cuts off abruptly] :: Itnan, 23rd of The Amber Cold, 1334 :: The undead have ended their siege, but the city is in poor conditions.  Fires...bodies... destroyed buildings... :: Itnan, 16th of Malins Welcome, 1334 :: Last night I ran into Prince Lafthi in Laurelin. I did not recognize him at the time, and we had a short conversation about the man in the black robes and his servant.  Sadly, he didn't knew no more about them than I. This whole ordeal has left me emotionally (and physically for that matter) exhausted. Though I have returned to the city in which I've lived all my life, my heart burns with homesickness.  I plan to leave for home as soon as the sun rises over the hills. Then I shall return to my beloved with haste. :: Itnan, 16th of The Second Seed, 1335 :: Tonight, for the first time, I allowed Ior to drink my blood.  It was a...different sort of experience.  That's for sure.  It wasn't really painful, though I felt a bit dazed afterwards. It's much safer for him than risking being caught feeding on someone else, and that comforts me. He seemed uneasy about it though.  I think he felt like he was doing something wrong.  It isn't any fault of his.  He was not turned willingly, and now he simply does what he must to survive. I will do whatever I must for him.  No matter what else he may be, he is my husband and my love for him is unfaltering. :: [scrawled violently across the page] :: He LOVES me NOT! He LOVES me NOT! He LOVES me NOT! He LOVES me NOT! He LOVES me NOT! :: Ahad, 8th of Snows Maiden 1335 :: He vowed to be mine for all eternity, yet his heart belongs to another. I suppose this is how it should be.  He was meant to be hers from the beginning. I don't know if my love for him will ever go away.  It decays my soul every time I see him and realize that we can never be together again...we can never go back to that. I know I would have lost him eventually; humans live such short lives. This is so much worse though.  I can't even mourn and then go on, because he's still there- just out of my reach.  I just hope he can be happy again.  We shouldn't both be miserable. Why did Anju ever have to tell me what she did? This is her fault. Someday I'll find a way to return the favor. If Yahra breaks his heart...I'll ensure that she doesn't live long enough to regret it.