3. An Endless Quest

An Endless Quest


  • It seems that Kimiya has left her journal laying about. Perhaps she has forgotten, perhaps she does not care. It's open to a page less than halfway through.

    It seems I've been searching forever. I've wandered wherever rumors took me, chasing whispers and ghosts.

    In all my searches, I have found no one to help. No one who has any real, useful information about the rituals or the strange, robed figures.

    …Or my father.

    I cannot give up. I WILL NOT give up. I will find him. He's alive, I know he's alive. I don't know how I know, but I feel it. Somewhere. If he weren't alive, I'd know. Wouldn't I?

    I'd love to say that in my travels I've met people I wish I hadn't, or seen things that I never imagined. But the truth is, I'm just as naive as I was when I started this Fool's Quest. I haven't learned anything.

    I mustn't get down on myself. I'm doing everything I can--And I'm not going to stop.

    The only real information I have is that the best place for me to look is in Peltarch, so I've begun to head back to the only place I've found where the people seemed willing to help. Where I made a few acquaintances whom I might, someday, have called friends. A place were, maybe, I can find someone who knows anything. I hope that wizard was right.

    I don't know how long the road between here and there is--But I'm on my way.

    Father, I haven't given up. Hold on. It may take a long time, but I will find you.


  • At last! I've arrived! I made it back to Peltarch. But it's strange. The town was almost deserted. The streets were empty, the commons were silent, and even the pub only had a few people in it, most of them keeping to themselves.

    I remember this place being busy, but perhaps there is something going on. A festival in a nearby city, perhaps, made this place I remembered so fondly into a ghost town.

    I don't want to think that something bad has, perhaps, happened. Thinking the worst never gets anyone anywhere.

    I've decided to rest at the inn for a while. When I'm recovered from my journey, I'll take a look around and try to find out where everybody is.


  • The scrawl of this entry is vivid and dark, the text a little larger than usual.

    I have no idea where I am. I've been seeking Peltarch for ages, but no road I find will take me there. I encountered a man who seemed well traveled, but judging by the twinkle in his eye and the…place I wound up in, he did not give me the right directions.

    Thank goodness I'm at least somewhat skilled in combat, or it could have gone much worse.

    That smiling scoundrel. If I ever see him again, he won't have much to smile about!

    Back to the road!