The Journal of Edward Swann
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//OOC, yes, I realise this is quite jumbled. Each new post is what page Edward has either written or read over once more, all in order//
A small book with a red leather bound cover, the writing is very fancy.
34th Entry.
What an awful place this is. No one admits to their obvious injustices, nor do they note the injustices of others. There is far too much belief in their written law. I'm surprised it isn't a religion to be quite frank.
Especially Aramuil. While he is pleasant enough (apart from him constantly calling me "Doomboom", his "redemption" idea is quite frankly absurd. His written laws are some kind of blindfold, I should look into his matter more. Something is not right. As usual. Elves live a long time, more time to screw up. He almost reminds me of the mage. If, less random killings.
There was a man with too much money to spend by the campfire one day. Gold armour, encrusted with jewels. How he acquired such a fortune is no doubt questionable. I shall have to find more about this one, wealth is always a sign of a deathwish.
Even though almost everywhere I've gone has been filled with various untouchable injustices, perhaps is the worse is the underground city of Oscura. Slavers, truly terrible. Although, this could allow to have some fun of course. I'd have to find the most prominent slave owners firstly.
I do worry about Miss Celestria though. I've seen multiple men drooling over her presence, regardless to their preachings of innocence. Something else I should pursue, love is not to be trifled with.
Who would of thought that this place could have so many underlying injustices going on. Well, possible ones anyway. This isn't the half of it. The last note, being, I must find somewhere, without written laws, away from the touch of over eager Tyrrans or fanatical judges. There must be somewhere that I can practice my duties, once I figure out who is first. After all, we all deserve to die.
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2nd Entry
Mother made absolutely sensational pies today. She used fruits from the front garden, not just one, but a few, and mixed them all together. For most people, it would of turned out to be a complete failure, yet somehow, she managed to pull if off. I already know that they won't last long at all.
I spoke to Isabella again today. She should of knocked me square off my feet, but, like every other time, I felt comfortable for once in my life. No matter what I said, I didn't feel like a complete fool, although perhaps, I should of. We sat on the hill, way past the sunset. But I never touched her.
Good pies, great family, the perfect girl (even if things, aren't quite there yet). Now, if life isn't meant to be like this, what is?
There was a funny looking robed man wandering about the village today. Wonder what he wanted?
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This page is bloodstained in numerous places
21st Entry.
Another one.
Even being a faceless nobody can't save you from retribution.
His crimes were brutal, getting prostitutes drunk, then taking them back to his home to do whatever he liked with them, with promises of riches for them to be had. Even if such riches existed, the girls never saw them. Most had bloody, beaten legs, to stop them from running once they realised what was going on. The enough unspeakable things for me to even keep quiet here.
As usual, the guard did not care for some prostitute corpses showing up every now and then. The bodies usually disappeared without their help in the end anyway.
So I waited for him, behind his door. He didn't know it was coming, which was disappointing, anyone in his line of business should be watching every corner. So I used the axe he kept near the doorway and severed his legs at the knees. I dragged him into the roaring fire, bleeding, slowly burning, but still able to talk. For that moment in time, he had a general idea of what he had done. Of course, he begged for mercy and a chance at redemption at first, but through further discussion, I figured he was insane in a bad way. "They are just flesh, my flesh! No spirit, they were mine!". It was his favourite line, so, it turned out to be a not so intelligent conversation. So I pinned him down to the floor with the axe going through his manhood, letting him bleed to death finally.
It was a quick stay though, someone would find the body eventually, and he did have rather crooked friends in high places, so as best not to be caught for my so-called "crime". Now I'm on the road once more. Oh joy.